Venus (Part One)

“You know what you need? A night out on the town. Just you and me.” My best friend, Michelle, proclaimed. I just looked at her, dubiously. I was in no mood to have a night out on the town. Truth be told, I never was. I wasn’t a night out on the town kind of…

Madam Madonna’s House of Pain

This is my entry for EA’s short story competition.  Enjoy! I stood at the baggage carousel waiting for my suitcase. I was exhausted. My flight was late landing, due to the will they or won’t they cancel the flight game. I just wanted a bath, a book, and a bed, however not necessarily in that…

Tattoo

Note: Since I am too tired to think, here is another work of fiction I wrote a long time ago.  Enjoy.  Please do not copy it. I wanted him to make me scream. Not in pain though, in pleasure. I should really learn to spell things out instead of leaving them open to interpretation. He “interprets”…

The Push Pull Dance

Yesterday we had sex.  It was really good sex.  The kind we hadn’t had in a long time. Today, I lost my shit. This happens every time we have sex and I don’t really know why.  I read somewhere that its hormones such as dopamine and oxytocin, which get raised during sex, dropping back to…

Coitus Interruptus

When I was 18, I had started taking college classes in the next town over from where I lived.  I was in a pretty serious relationship as well.  During my second semester, he had started taking classes as well.  We had a three hour gap between our afternoon class (we were both in it) and…

My Favorite Thing

Since I am a sex blogger (GASP!  WHAT?!), of course this would be related to sex.  I was reading Marie Rebelle’s post on knife play Friday.  It reminded me of the first time my husband and I played with knives.  It was amazing.  He knew I was interested in playing with them, and he made…

Prey

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction.  I wrote it and posted it on an old blog of mine and I have decided to post it here as well.  Enjoy! I’m asleep. A million miles away, somewhere on the fringes of consciousness feel him stroking my hair. Then his lips on my flesh, lightly….

What to Do to Keep From Freezing to Death

I crawled into bed last night hoping to go to straight to sleep. Nope. The minute I laid down, his hands started roaming. I know this move well. When he is half asleep and relaxed he gets horny. When he gets horny, his hands wander up and down my body. Most days this is fine…

First Blush

When I met my husband, it was on the internet in September, 2008.  I got sick and wound up in the hospital a couple of weeks later, and he disappeared until November.  When he resurfaced, we had a long IM conversation, exchanging pics of each other and talking about nothing and everything.  Sometimes, I miss…

Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage

I’ve been rereading some old blogs that I enjoyed back in the day.  Back when I was single.  I would commiserate over our shared marital status and whine on my old blog about how much it sucked to be single right along with them.  How I just wanted to share my life (such as it…

Cherrie’s Delights

I miss writing. I had a blog for two depressed and lonely years that – while never super popular – served as my creative outlet. It kept me from going over the deep end. I was reading it today like I am wont to do sometimes to remind myself. Today I was struck by the…