Dear Future Husband,
So I’m a little drunk and a lotta crazy right now, having just been to what was the last of the weddings of my formerly-single friends
Dear Future Husband,
In which my friend Russ, breakdowns some major numbers for me on the Same Sex Marriage Survey.Read More Same Sex Marriage Survey – What the data says
Words are empty vessels when actions play like the best concert, echoing as glorious memories over and over.Read More Loving wild abandon
I like the sound the bed makes as I shift at 2am. It reminds that me I am not alone.Read More The sound the bed makes
They said I could fight monsters, but how when they’re in my head? I wanted to be a warrior, not a worrier, A mother of adventures,not a martyr building my own cross on which to hang myself daily with a list of all of my transgressions. Wild spirits call to wildness, or so they say. […]Read More The Heart of a Worrier
Anyone up for a sneak peak of my newest project?
Shhh! It’s raw and unedited and subject to a billion changes between now and publication – whenever that may be – but dig on in to this goodness!
Watching Aggie introduce our dogs to my house was killing me. She was like a damn kid at Christmas, running around the house, the big dog and little one trailing her.
“And this is where you’ll sleep. And this is my room. And this is Ice’s room. And this is the bathroom. And this is the kitchen. And this-”
Pounds were depressing forms of torture. I hated wandering their lengths seeing the desperate faces of abandoned animals staring up at me through the bars, knowing I’d never be able to save them all. I reached out, blindly clutching at Ice’s hand. He let me, squeezing it warmly when I needed the reassurance.
It’s been a bit of a weird, hectic week over at Cong HQ. Hospital visits, sickness and freezing cold weather. I’m ready for a change in the temperature!
Let’s get into what I’ve been writing this week.
I watched as Aggie wandered through my house. Earlier, her mood had been light, playful. Watching her eat breakfast and joke had made me burn. I’d wanted her in my bed, between my legs, watching her take my cock.