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.
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.
“Do you remember this?” she asked.
She held up a photograph, the edges faded, and fine cracks in print, she remembered it. Well, the time, not the date. All of that printed on the back in the most glorious of handwriting.
Continue reading “Fading memories”
There are no fifty shades here. The real-life of a Dominate is not one of falling in love and producing babies. Human nature sometimes gets the best of the human soul. I am in no way knocking the book series that has the panties of women all country in a bunch—just showing a darker side to the world of a Dominate male.
Continue reading “Mad Man”
Gypsy dug her nails into his chest. That smirk on her lips was that of the kitten that caught the canary. The power play between the two was pure adrenaline on her part. She prided herself on being the perfect submissive female. She would put Anna Steel to shame, but in reality, she was the opposite. The more life found her, the more she realized that she was no longer the victim of others’ sexual needs.
Continue reading “Walk of shame”
As he smeared the head of his cock up and down her wet lips, she grabbed his hand. It wasn’t that she feared the pain, but that she wanted to watch her lips wrap around the head as he fully engulfed her tight cunt. Her mouth threatened to protest, but her eyes lit the way for his entrance into her starving wet walls. Inch by inch, those delicate lips parted, the head of his cock smearing with her honey. Pulling back, he slapped the mushroom tip on her swollen pussy, juices splattering on her thighs.
Continue reading “Lies”