The Monster made me do it

This post is entered in #FantasySmutFriday competition on Forbidden Writings: The Monster Chase.

“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.

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I’m in love with a stripper

“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.

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Coffee break

As I sit her today feeling overwhelmingly sad about the world around us, life, and loss, this song comes to mind. The one line that catches my breath in the back of my throat is “A heart that’s been broken is a heart that’s been loved.” I often wonder why me, why does my heart hurt when I think of loss, it’s because I was loved. My heart was loved so deeply that the loss still aches all these years later.

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Kitten borrowed for the night

Master decided that friends of his would spend some time tonight doing a little kitten training. When I think of that, the first thing that comes to mind is the tv show My Cat From Hell. I can only imagine what would happen if the host stopped by for some obedience training. I didn’t let Master know that I giggled over this. His humor is more black and white, well, with me, at least.

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Truthful Tuesday 10/12/20

I don’t understand hate. Each person, good or bad, travels through our lives for a reason. They teach us how we want to be, and how we don’t. Often I tell those that have abused me mentally that I love them. People think that’s silly, and maybe me being sarcastic. Neither to be honest. I tell them that because they need to hear it the most. We never know the path one travel on to meet us, so do not judge the ground beneath them. Love is free. Give it away.

A.J. Luna

Drunk on lust

This blog was written for #FantasySmutFriday week 74. I put a spell on you!

I never thought I would do something like this, but I’m desperate. Since grade school, I’ve had a crush on one man, and though he loves me, it’s only as a friend. My feelings are anything but platonic. If he knew I had my first solo sexual experience thinking of him, would he desire me, or hate me?

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Sunday Sin

Like a whore in church, the eyes of the world are upon me each Sunday. Women casting stones, and men, well they all wish they could be my next victim of lust driven rage. As I stand before the world dropping the weapon of words, my body is the canvas to each will create their masterpiece of hate.

A.J. Luna

John 8:7 – So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.