I live my life through the eyes of strangers. Seeing what they see is what feeds my need to share with the world around me. My dreams are theirs, but they don’t know that I have stolen them off the tips of their tongues. Seal your eyes shut, or I will sneak in and steal all of your tomorrows. Sleep is a powerful drug.
My head rested on the bed while the couple was gone. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but my own moans woke me. Lost in the best dream, I felt a warm breath on my wet pussy lips. Fearing that I lost some of the cum, I jumped, praying that I had not disobeyed the woman. I was almost afraid to open my eyes, but when my lashes pulled apart to a slit, I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
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I am challenging myself to make November my month for a novella. Each day I will write 1500 words on a continuing story and at the end of November I should have 46500 words ready to publish. I’m not sure just yet what this will be about, but I need to complete something I started. I have felt rather down lately. This pandemic, the state of America, and the way this world is crumbling. The days feel so dark. So, to make this month brighter, this is my challenge to myself.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou
Part 1 https://confessionsofpassion.com/2020/10/20/escaping-through-the-eyes-of-a-stranger/
What a time in life. A pandemic springs up, and the world is shutdown. Working from home should be easy, but for Nicole, it was that thing in the corner of the living room that distracted her. That telescope was a bad investment for someone with ADHD. After watching the show the night before, she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened afterward. Did his wife come home and find the sheets stained with cum? Or the scent of another woman on her husband? Or was she so oblivious to his cheating that she laid in the stain and her skin covered in adultery? Did she wake up and realize that her husband cheated, or did she even care?
Continue reading “2 – Escaping through the eyes of a stranger”
What makes a woman crave BBC? I have never been a fan or sought out a particular race for sexual needs. I know this might sound racist, but it’s the complete opposite. That was all true until I met Michael. His filthy black dick made me a believer.
Continue reading “Too taboo to tell”
I am looking for people with amazon unlimited to review my newly released book. I will of course return the favor.
Continue reading “Book Reviewers Needed”
Do witches exist? Some say yes, and others are too scared to admit that they know the truth. Yes, they do exist, but not in the way most people think. They don’t ride brooms and steal children out of their homes. This little story will take you back to the days when they burned anyone for being different. I don’t condone this, but I understand what mass hysteria can do after living through this pandemic.
Continue reading “They still burn witches, don’t they?”
The first of a short story series. A view from apartment 612 as told by the inhabitant.
Continue reading “Escaping through the eyes of a stranger”
This post is entered in #FantasySmutFriday competition on Forbidden Writings: The Monster Chase. https://forbiddenwritings.blog/2020/10/16/fantasysmutfriday-week-74/
“How the hell did I end up here?”
Vanessa James, 24, had a death wish of sorts. A lover of all things spooky, when she found the flyer at her work for a tour of cemeteries, she was instantly excited. So much so that her nipples strained against the silk blouse she wore. Placing her arm over the front of her shirt, it was too late.
Continue reading “The Monster made me do it”
“I can’t get better if I have never failed.”
Again, he wanted to see me. I often wondered why a newlywed would need to see a whore, but I guess that sometimes in love, you don’t always get it all. His wife was a beautiful model who could have any man, but she chose him. If I was to say why, I would say his bank account. He was a very wealthy CEO of a major company, and his kinks were not for the vanilla type woman.
Continue reading “I’m in love with a stripper”