You’re just a whore

“Gypsy, he’s looking for you again. Better get those shoes polished.”

The laughter that came from Dave irritated the shit out of the small blonde. Nodding her head as she walked by his desk, the form passed to her, she didn’t read it until after hitting the gym. The man, the one that consumed her wanted her again, or so she thought.

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Waking up in Vegas pt-2

For a week it’s been quiet. A little too quiet? The finest fragments of hair stood up on the back of my neck. The universe unbalanced and my fear of the unknown stayed at a heightened state of alert. God, why does anxiety have to choose me for its victim? All my life, well, since the age of 11 this has haunted me. Since the moment I realized that my time on this earth was limited, and in a blink of an eye, I would be gone.

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Mistress to the Mafia pt-2

Was I really hearing this? He was on facetime with his wife while I masturbated? He had a loaded gun inside of me, threatening to kill me, and I was told to get off? This man had the voice of a Saint, and the self-control of the Pope. Not many could watch a girl massage her sweet young pussy and not even cause a rise in his pulse. She did note one thing though. He seemed to push the tips of his fingers into the mattress the longer he spoke on the phone. I could tell he was trying to get the both of us off. Her from the phone, and me in general. The silver revolver shined with a slick glaze of honey.

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The Writer

This blog site is to share my thoughts and feelings. None of this is real, and none the same. At times I will write in first person, and others, in third. My mood will inspire the way I place the words on the screen. I have been writing awhile, and honestly, it’s something I do to escape the reality of life. In our words we can be anyone, anything, and anywhere. No one can take our fantasies away from us. I choose to share part of my fucked up world with you.

All I ask is that if you enjoy my writing, tell me. If you don’t, tell me as well. You can’t improve without criticism. I take it very well.

I have a discord, but I won’t share it with many. I am here to write, not fall in love. I’ve done that before and it was the worst time of my life. All I want is to share a little bit of my darkness with others.

Enjoy, and thanks for reading.