Anchor-less Ships & Stray Thoughts

Don’t pray for love, just ask the lonely The ones with all the moneyand no relief No release There’s tenderness between the manicurist and the hand crustedwith need. How the lonely so vividlydreams. The sound of musicPhysics in motion Emitting emotions Affectionate lust “I must have you mister” A smile erupts beforeshe sddles up Back…

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Standing in Liminality

If you are your only audience what does that change? What does that change in how you act, how you think about yourself? What does that change in your work if you just remove the idea of anyone else being a witness and you witness yourself? Weed is one of my favorite things in the…

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Reclaiming My Time

The thing about you is everything is always about you. I refuse to be tasked with helping you hold on to your sanity when I can barely hold on to mine. You haven’t a clue how I suffer, the horrors I’ve endured while trying to self soothe. You don’t know the ache that plagues my…

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Modern Romance, Pt 1

Getting back into the dating scene was a bit intimidating, but since my hunger for dick and pussy was stronger than my fear of rejection I jumped on OK Cupid. The app was nothing like it was a couple years ago – swipe culture infected it. I went ahead and purchased the premium subscription so…

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Dying in My Dreams

My aim is to no longer dream of my own destruction, for when I do I live in fear. And to live in fear is to stand still at the bottom of a Ferris wheel during a blood moon festival. To live in fear is to stand still at a November carnival. They come and…

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Pizza & Failed Seduction

He loved to feed me while feasting on me. I remember he ordered my favorite bacon and pineapple four corner pizza and invited me over for dinner. Upon entering his I noticed the table was prepared for me. There was a napkin, a wine glass, a bottle of my favorite wine, a packed bowl, and…

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Office Heat (Part 3)

By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.

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Office Heat (Part 2)

Mr. Montgomery finally finds the strength to leave his chair. Still tormented by the encounter, he paces back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling office window. The legal ramifications alone of getting involved with a subordinate distress him. “Yes, the legal aspects, that’s it!” His dick grows harder. She has limited work…

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