So, if you've read my last two entries (Campfire Chronicles) then you know I'm a little BDSM curious. Okay, maybe a lot...
Felicity sank her teeth into the warm gooey chocolate treat, then emitted a barely-audible moan as she chewed and swallowed. She licked her lips and Jackson felt a familiar sensation in his groin.
“What the fuck was that?” Felicity asked, her doe-brown eyes growing wide with fear. The soft light from the campfire illuminated her terrified face. “You know I’m scared of bears. I think we should go back to the cabin. This BDSM camping was never a good idea for me!”
There are moments when the world closes in on me quickly. Moments when I have forgotten how full-tilt crazy things can get in just a blink.
Had I known it was gonna end that night... I would have held you closer, looked directly into your beautiful blue eyes and memorized their hue.
I close my eyes and you are there, your scent, your touch, your song. My body, remembering the trace of your hands lightly over my curves, responds in sensational tingles and deep breaths. Deeply, I breathe in, remembering your smile and your eyes, while mine are closed tightly. I never wanted to look away. I never wanted to leave. But like this, I’ll always have you.
In the lush surroundings of a small island in the southeastern Caribbean Sea, a small town named Marabella bustled with the vibrant work of village life. Women worked in various roles from community organizers to domestic work—washing clothes in big tin tubs and hanging them to dry outdoors behind their tiny clapboard homes. It was … Continue reading Passion’s Curse, Prologue (unedited draft)
Hi friends! I wanted to share a quick description of the short story I'm working on, Passion’s Curse. Please let me know what you think!
Writing is therapy. Get the words and thoughts out of your head and onto the screen or paper. Breathe.
I'm drawn to sadness and the macabre.Show me your dark and gloomy so I can absorb it and feed you with light and love.