Asking for it
“Kneel down my pretty slut” There are a multitude of different versions of this sentence but when said to me by Michael they all have the same effect. My eyes…
“Kneel down my pretty slut” There are a multitude of different versions of this sentence but when said to me by Michael they all have the same effect. My eyes…
“Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.” ~ Julia Caroline Dorr
The prompt for this month, by Pieces of Jade, is Change and she asked What does the word “change” inspire in you? Change of heart, sea change, perhaps the change…
It has been a very strange week here. A real roller coaster ride in fact. From excitement and happiness at new projects and prospects one day, which I really hope…
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across…
Gardens… should be like lovely, well-shaped girls: all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations, seductive surprises and then still more curves. ~ H.E. Bates
There is past me, she still lingers in the shadows. She is part of my now but I am not her. There is my future me, she will be a…
“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but…
“Nature’s free bounty and useless extravagance had never appeared so fantastically beautiful as it did this spring. I had an uncomfortable suspicion that Nature had come to reconquer the earth…
“Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it.” ~ Ernest Holmes So what are you thinking?
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it…
“The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form.…
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows… The sound of the belt buckle as he undoes it and the distinctive noise of it sliding…