Your cool, supple flesh is malleable in my hands. Tenderly, I prompt you to twist so that I can meet your lips head-on. Soft fingers, mine, run down your torso and cling delicately at your hip as your cold hands curl at my neck. A coy smile meets your eyes.
Catch me as I fall...
A short addendum: It wasn’t until I read it back that I (inexcusably) forgot to mention that there are two girls here: one whom I genuinely desire, the other just a random.
And so we come to night’s end. The party’s beginning to break as the couples splinter off. “Forthright Girl” has claimed...
This is gonna be in a few parts. Hope you guys enjoy it.
The weight of my eyelids is now insurmountable. In my final moments of consciousness, a catharsis envelops me. Floating through the starless pitchblende, I descend gently into the abode of Morpheas. I recognise it as the forsaken...
I awoke with a lengthy shuddering yawn. The last thing that I need at this moment is to be awake, but my circadian clock is still suffering from the after-effects of working the other nine to five. It has manifested itself in other ways, but the lack of sleep is the worst. I mutter to myself...
There should be some order to my thoughts. There isn't. I have begun to draft this particular blog four times now, and with each incarnation there is something found in the few notes I still possess that I have omitted.
"Still possess", you're right to think that it's a strange thing to...
“I had a little dream, about you and I … for two nights in a row … very interesting.”
The door snibs shut lightly and with a click as your lips part to show a toothy smile. My pale jade eyes loiter as you hook a thumb behind my buckled belt. You curl your bare feet to rise and kiss my jaw’s...
My heart broke to news this morning that came as a rude shock. I'm still grappling with it now, hours later.
I could write every day for three weeks and not say all that I must. My fingers are at last matching the celerity of my mind.
This week is gonna be intense. I'm going to write as...
Cocooned beneath the warm bedclothes, I woke with a gasp to the roll of thunder. The hour was ungodly. So late in fact that I did not bother to check the time. Short of breath, clammy and shuddering, I reached for the bottle of water at my bedside and in the darkness twisted the lid. I thought...
On Sunday, I turn twenty-seven. It is an age that scares me a little, because I have no designs on membership of the namesake club. Nor do I really have anything 'planned'. Three consecutive nights of bar work quickly put an end to that. Perhaps a celebration next weekend? As a consequence of my...
The publication of this blog is (oddly) coupled with a deep sense of remorse. I was aware that it had been more than two months since my last entry, but if I had published every staccato thought since then, the two lucid sentences laboriously produced would be deleted after a day or two in a...
The ripple of childish giggles broke my concentration. I glanced up at the door from my paperwork to see my four-AND-THREE-QUARTER-year-old goddaughter stood in the doorway, channelling her inner Shirley Temple.
"Hello poppet, how are you?"
"Gooooood." She scurried over and I pulled her into...
I have observed previously on several occasions that the greatest moments of inspiration come at the most inopportune of times. Such has been the case in recent weeks. I have been writing, some days for more than an hour in a session, but it has all amounted to naught. Too many strands of ideas...
I bet she now thinks I'm a complete arsehole for "hanging up" on her a second time. Yeah, as if I would stay awake until one in the morning just to hear her say "Hello" before putting the phone down! {Insert frustrated scream} However, I did call straight back and left a message. (!)
This would...
I awoke somewhat begrudgingly after yet another night of dreamless slumber amid a thunderstorm. Have I really been asleep? The fact that I opened my eyes to the sound of an alarm cruelly suggested that I indeed had.
Lying there, alone, my thoughts slowly began to zero in on some...
If you are reading this blog expecting Anatomy of a Date Part 3, come back later. I wanted to take a small break from the latest “Miss Scarlet Adventure” for a little gripe.
Last week in the wake of the first two parts to Anatomy of a Date,I fielded another barrage of questions regarding...
Eyeing the clock and its proximity to 7.45, I gently pushed her from my lap back onto the sofa and stood.
“Cab will be here shortly.”
Taking the two empty wine glasses and placing them on the sink, I could see the momentary expression of disappointment. Her tongue flicked over lips...
My heart sank a little as a slightly melancholy smile cracked my lips. Scrolling through the names and numbers in my phone, I stopped at hers. My thumb found its way to the little green button. It took her a few rings to answer.
“Hi.” I softened a little at the sound of her sweet and...
I have been feeling very lonely and overwhelmed in recent weeks. I have lost count of how many times I have told myself to take a spoonful of concrete and harden the fuck up. It hasn’t worked. Not really. My cheery demeanour has largely been down to bravado and now its veneer is beginning to...
The thought wriggled its way free from the snare set for it and with its last remaining ounce of strength slipped quietly into the shadows and away from the view of inquisitive eyes so that its mortal wounds could bleed out. Hardly the most dignified death, but a death all the same.
My...
The news I have today is mixed, but let’s begin with the positive. It rained here pretty steadily - ironically in the heaviest rain we’ve had since before Christmas - last Wednesday night and most of the day Thursday, and as such, the threat here has passed. My former boss is no longer missing...
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