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| 8 Dec 09 | Safely in Fear/ Fear in Safety (6) | (8 Dec 09, 5:29 PM by dirtylittlecunt) |
| One of the most bizarre things about my sexuality, that I've only been able to acknowledge/ explore/ come to terms with, during the last year, is how I sexualise uncomfortable emotions. [more...] | ||
| 5 Dec 09 | Good Pain V. Bad Pain | (5 Dec 09, 6:13 PM by little_imp) |
| Comedy Error No. 558: [more...] | ||
| 3 Dec 09 | Flow | (3 Dec 09, 3:58 PM by little_imp) |
| http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flow_%28psychology%... [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | Town Slut [story] (2) | (2 Dec 09, 9:44 PM by millstonegrit14) |
| I think anyone who lived here would be considered an outsider. Although I only moved here a month ago, there are people who've been living in the town for twenty years or more who are still regarded as newcomers. A freak like me never had a chance of fitting in. I suppose I should have expected some kind of fall-out - I just didn't expect it to be like this. [more...] | ||
| 1 Dec 09 | Fickle (4) | (2 Dec 09, 7:41 AM by little_imp) |
| I am so, so fickle. [more...] | ||
| 14 Nov 09 | The Vampire Novella / Chapter 1: Taken (5) | (30 Nov 09, 5:49 PM by little_imp) |
| Why was I taken? In a fragmented reverie afterwards, the half-dreaming where shadows turn to dust and the brightness and the cold is comforting, I wondered if it was because I had an empty space in my life. A strange sort of yearning for someone to take my hand and pull me, resisting, through the open door. A door through which I could see such glimpses, shapes which hinted at desire and fear and terror and need. Take me from the half-light into total darkness, cover me and close my eyes, fill me, my emptiness overflows, forever altered, wake me up, open me… [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | Undone [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:49 AM by little_imp) |
| I'm in total darkness. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Basement [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:44 AM by little_imp) |
| Your hands are holding mine, playing with my fingers, pressing the joints, using your thumbs to roll the skin back and forth. But instead of being comforting, it's frightening me. You're pressing just a little too hard, pulling too roughly, and I become uncomfortably aware how breakable and fragile my small wrists and fingers feel in your big hands. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | "Mine" [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:38 AM by little_imp) |
| We're in the club, in the sweet and velvety darklit space, for my first public play with you. Last night I slept in your bed, and you fucked me and played with me for hours. I've never come so hard or so long, and my skin is so sensitive, just the breeze from the open door is making me shudder. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | Victorian Vignette [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:30 AM by little_imp) |
| “Can we offer you coffee with your breakfast, ma'am?” You smile at the young waiter, hovering attentively, and nod. “Paper, ma'am?” “Yes please”, you reply, and it's handed to you as your coffee is served on the oak table in a little silver pot. You use the tongs to deliver one sugar lump into your bone china cup, add cream from the jug, and pour your drink. The waiter knows you like your usual paper folded and ironed onto the third page. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Disciplinary [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:19 AM by little_imp) |
| We're sitting on the sofa drinking tea when you notice the bruise. I'm sitting with my legs curled up under me, and my skirt hitches up more than I realise. I lean over your lap to put my tea down, and you playfully stroke your hand up the back of my leg, lifting the skirt even more, just enough for you to see the marks on my buttocks. You don't react, so I don't realise at first that you've seen it. I'd been hiding it all day, not knowing how you would respond. I'd promised to keep myself as white as snow for our play later, and I never meant to get so carried away. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Broken Toy [story] | (29 Nov 09, 8:11 AM by little_imp) |
| “Lucy, come here”, his voice says. The two of them lie entwined in the grass, which holds on to the last of the summer day's heat. Scattered conversation swells and puddles around us, as all the others settle in for an evening's drinking following the day's drunken picnic and various half-hearted sporting efforts. I raise my head and look at them both, warily. They are both very dominant and have a habit of breaking their toys. I'm lying on my stomach in the longer grass, a few feet away from them, collapsed after having kicked off my shoes and danced barefoot, aided by considerable amounts of gin [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Cane and the Knife [story] | (29 Nov 09, 1:35 AM by little_imp) |
| “You”, says your voice from behind me, “are supposed to be resting”. [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Forest [story] | (29 Nov 09, 1:30 AM by little_imp) |
| Little echoes of vibration bring me back to life. The splash of water, dripping, is too quiet to be heard, but it makes a loud absence of sound in the background noise of leaves rustling, wind gusting and rattling, the little sounds of night and darkness and forest green. I smell iron, old iron and rust, and explore with my fingers in the black and white night vision before me. The musky, dank and fertile smell of woodland in summer rain, tells me where I am, but I don't know why I'm there. I run my hand up the bars of a cage which reaches just over my head as I crouch, touching and reaching and [more...] | ||
| 29 Nov 09 | The Black Wolf and the Red [story] | (29 Nov 09, 1:24 AM by little_imp) |
| We are safe here, in our den. Group scent combines with turned earth, musty and thick. She sleeps, her back to me, fur glimmering with russet lights. I imagine that I smell oranges, persimmon, cinnamon and rust. A noise from outside enters our space and her muzzle lifts, scents the air, then returns to light sleep. He is curled around me, my alpha male, my black wolf. He stirs in his sleep and re-settles, nuzzling my neck and sighing heavily, loudly. His breath ruffles the fur on my neck, my jaw opens and my tongue peeks out, a wolfly grin. His paw lies heavy over my belly, I wriggle slowly and [more...] | ||
| 28 Nov 09 | Giving Good Aural... (2) | (29 Nov 09, 12:51 AM by leSalaud) |
| I'm sometimes attracted to people more by their voice than by their looks. I've been intimate with a few people who would not be described as traditionally attractive, but who have been beautiful in my eyes because of the way they sound, and use words. [more...] | ||
| 27 Nov 09 | Anal Kebab (1) | (28 Nov 09, 9:04 PM by Just_jessica) |
| ...conversation with my sister: [more...] | ||
| 23 Nov 09 | "I'm only happy when it rains..." (7) | (28 Nov 09, 4:06 PM by Reverend_Mayhem) |
| As part of my cheering up process, I'm making an extra special effort to look good at the moment every time I leave the house, even for work. This is aided by the fact that I've lost shit loads of weight whilst lying around the house with hand to forehead going 'woe is me', and that my hair seems to be behaving itself at the moment and isn't currently trying to eat anything. I like being able to look in the mirror before going out and think 'HA! In your face, motherfucker!' It's worth it even if it does mean I've used more eyeliner in the last week than the last year, and that my house is starting [more...] | ||
| 23 Nov 09 | And another reason to be glad I went to Crimson... (2) | (28 Nov 09, 1:54 PM by little_imp) |
| ...because it introduced me to Breed 77. My god, how can I have missed out on this lot up until now? Where have they been all my life??!! [more...] | ||
| 16 Nov 09 | It happened again (9) | (28 Nov 09, 5:21 AM by little_imp) |
| In the early hours of this morning, my husband had another convulsion and ended up in hospital again. He's due out later, I've just popped home to clean the blood off the sheets, make stew and whinge to IC in a truly pathetic manner. [more...] | ||
