Toy on the Shelf

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She’s not the woman she was a year ago. The world crumbled beneath her and she’s done what she needed to survive. Where she is now dull and hollow she was once vibrant and full of life. You stole that away like a thief in the dark.

Now she looks for ways to feel anything outside of numb, but she is lost.

She tries to convince herself she’s bent not broken but she knows the truth inside.

Adrift she floats from one experience to another knowing that each is more destructive than the last, but at least here in the sandbox she can feel the grit between her toes.

She builds castles each day knowing that the tide will sweep them away. They aren’t real and neither is what she feels, It’s easier than real emotion though and she’s still hollow inside so when they call her a toy she pretends not to care.

She guards her heart but spreads her thighs desperate to prove that she isn’t the naive girl you made her while you fucked whores in her bed in between whispered words of devotion.

It’s all fake love but she soaks it in because if it weren’t for that she’d get nothing at all.

 

Too Good to be True?

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Can you share an experience with someone else while still maintaining your core relationship with your partner?

You desire to please them, want them to be happy and yet can you share them with another to bring them that happiness? Or is it simply too good to be true?

Humans at our core are animals just like any other species and by in large monogamy is a difficult ideal to uphold. After all we are genetically coded to spread our genes, but is it healthy to open your bed to another partner or even several?

What does the search for a potential play mate do to your partner? How do you navigate the mines and pitfalls of such a situation? Can you truly have your cake and eat it too? Or is it all too good to be true?

 

Good Girls Don’t

Dress a certain way. Talk a certain way. Behave a certain way and you’re deemed a good girl or a good time girl.

A lady in the street but a freak in the bed? However the old concept that good girls don’t is played out and tired. In 2019 why shouldn’t a woman be able to have her cake and eat it too?

Women are expected to fit into boxes though, we wear labels and if you’re unlucky enough to be branded with the dreaded scarlet letter it’s often something that sticks with you no matter what you do to shake it.

The reverse is also true. Don’t like sex? Or at least don’t advertise that you like sex? Then you’re frigid. Like sex too much and you’re a prude. Is it any wonder that a lot of women spend their lives unfulfilled and unsatisfied? They are too busy trying to be all things. Wife, Mother, Business Woman, Sex kitten.

Is it better to own your sexuality? To know your body and say this is what turns me on? In the age of #metoo and amid the abortion debates and what feels like an endless attack on women’s rights I would argue that it is better.

I would argue that it’s vital that all women know their worth don’t settle for less and be proud to live in your truth.

Skin

My fingertips tingle with the urge to touch you.

You make me want to sin.

Goosebumps on my skin. The idea of you makes me shiver.

Thoughts of you consume and like a moth to your flame I’m captivated.  You’re poison to my soul I shouldn’t drink you down, but I can’t swallow fast enough.

There’s a place inside me where my demons live they corrode me and yet when you’re here they are silent. A blissful reprieve from the harshness of reality and like a drug I could fall into an addiction to you.

Writers Block

It’s the worst. Let me say it again THE WORST.

Picture a brick wall every time you try to put words on paper. My characters aren’t even talking to each other never mind talking to me. Someone said just write. Put your hands on the keyboard and just write, and I’ve tried oh man have I tried.

Let me tell you it isn’t for lack of ideas. I have one character ready to submit to her alpha and another ready for adventures in the sex club.

I’ve tried everything I can think of meditation, relaxation, writing on a schedule word association and nothing.

Now that’s not to say that I can’t write a provocative sex scene but how do you get to happily ever after when your focused on breathing and survival\?

How do you beat the brick wall?

Amazon and Print

Hey, it’s been an exciting weekend. I’m currently exploring publishing on Amazon and some print on demand options.

It’s been exciting to see the books take shape on different platforms. So now we wait the required 72 hours to determine if they are acceptable for publishing.

Still no word on my new work that I submitted at the end of February, but it could take several weeks to hear back on that front.

New work, Relationship woes and Stitches

Well, February was a month filled with a ton of fun and excitement for me, and I say that while being only slightly sarcastic. It was certainly a busy month filled with a lot of personal and professional struggles.

The month started off with a bang, picture me in the hospital sporting four brand new holes in my abdomen. Recovering from emergency surgery. So not how I planned to end January and start February.

What followed was a very subdued birthday celebration. I can honestly say I don’t feel older or wiser.

I am happy to announce that I ended my very long very dry writing spell. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again it’s very difficult to writer happily ever afters when your personal life is going through turmoil and upheaval.

February ends with a new book proposal submission. Something I worked very hard on and am proud to submit for consideration. Cross your fingers and your toes and anything else that will cross.

Stay tuned I’ll provide an update when I can.