(Another Writing Prompt Piece) Why do I do this to myself? It must be the masochist in me. Walking into the event, I pretend he won’t be here. He never comes. But of course, as soon as I walk up the stairs and look into the crowd below. I see him. It’s like my eyes… Continue reading The One That Got Away
The Walk
Walking in is all excitement and nerves. Throbbing with anticipation. Heart pounding. Mind a complete mess of possibilities. Walking out the mind is calm in a complete haze. It's my body that is a mess. Drool and other things all over my face and thighs. Sticky things leaking from my body. Patches of wetness on… Continue reading The Walk
Fear Play
Hit me. I am not scared. Use your hands on me. Pull any toy from your bag. Mark my skin with your strength and your physical brutality. But there is one thing I fear. Marking my heart. Leaving a mess of my insides. Getting me to want you because I am scared you will take… Continue reading Fear Play
Marks
Long-distance relationships can be hard. That is never more apparent than when Daddy tells me to put marks on his property. I am not as strong as Daddy first of all and the angles are all different. But it can be frustrating mentally when I want his hands on me. I want to see his… Continue reading Marks
Change
No, I am not thinking of the Deftones song although that is so good, honestly. I wouldn't know that band if it wasn't for that song. I am talking about the changes in your life. The people that come into it and somehow affect change. You may not see it at first and it may… Continue reading Change
Lisa Gray 