I wanted more. I have said that before, I know. Sometimes, you have people in your life who don’t stay, but they teach you things, and I have been taught many things. I want more than just shallow connections. I want more than just hands on my throat and calling it kinky. That is usually… Continue reading The Hidden Door
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The Private Lesson
(Another writing prompt. I hope you enjoy) I was turning 50. It was no longer a distant number, and 49 seemed like a huge clusterfuck with so much happening. I was finally at a point to breathe, and my mind couldn’t stop showing me signs that the big 5-0 was coming fast. Family members were… Continue reading The Private Lesson
Hands
I wish I was with you, holding your hands. Sometimes, those simple thoughts of intimacy wreck me more. It takes something special to touch you in ways that are not just purely sexual. I want those feelings with your touch. I want to feel the sizzle from our chemistry. I want to know that your… Continue reading Hands
His Need
I am ready for him to take his need from me. I am ready for my body to be used for him. I want that feeling of him taking from me in order to relieve whatever ache he has. I want to help him forget about reality, if just for a moment, as I will… Continue reading His Need
I Miss Him
This could be a number of people. But I am not talking about him or him even though I do miss them, too. I have been thinking a lot about being poly and being in love with more than one person, and I will be honest, I am questioning that and wondering if I have… Continue reading I Miss Him
Lisa Gray 