No Title

I have used up all my cute titles. Seriously. I started to put, It's Me, It's Me, It's Ernest T," which I think is from Andy Griffith, right? But I wasn't even amused, so that was a big "never mind." Oh, well. I could have called it "Angst Dump" right? But that would not have … Continue reading No Title


His hands steadied her. Standing up, she almost lost her balance, and she might have fallen, but his hands around her waist were firm. She stood in front of him, eyes downcast. He settled in his chair. “Legs open, a bit more,” he said. Obediently, she shifted, widening her stance. “Hands behind your back, girl,” … Continue reading Holding


I think I published this and unpublished it right afterwards. Ooops... “Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure. Life is like that. We … Continue reading Interlude


I’m in the middle of a frenzy of “What about me-itis.” I expect to come out of it sometime tomorrow and be able to talk about it or able to talk about something anyhow. At the moment, I’m feeling a bit bereft. Wandering off to brood and grieve.

Real Talk

Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes, and thank you for all the reassurance that being old doesn't mean washed up or worthless. I promise I agree with you on that! And at the same time, I have to say this. Cause if I can't talk about this here, I don't know where … Continue reading Real Talk

The Massage II

Hands on her ass then, her lover's or one of the other men, she didn't know. She moaned softly, it felt so good. Firm but sensual, they parted her cheeks and oiled hands stroked her crack. She had been waxed the day before and so her skin was smooth and hairless. Fingers circled, rubbed, caressed … Continue reading The Massage II