(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
Tag: love
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
Saying Yes
It started with me saying yes. I couldn’t say no. My mind wouldn’t let me. It knew already what was coming. I could feel the excitement and anticipation. Those butterflies were there. You didn’t ask if you could dm me. You just did. You didn’t ask if you could send that first photo, but you… Continue reading Saying Yes
Lisa Gray 