“It all began right here, in this office.” I stole that line from a movie and if you’re a film buff, you might recognize it. I stole it cuz I think it’s a great opening line and it’s perfect and it’s not like I can do better… so there ya go. Except you gotta give…
I walk into our apartment after dropping Erin off and grabbing a quick breakfast at my favorite café to find Amie on the couch, looking like something dragged in by a not very picky cat. Her sleek black hair is across her face in a messed-up tangle, she’s wearing her old Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and I think that’s it. The shirt’s long but not…
The sound of a door opening, followed by giggling and a couple of dull thumps, jerks me awake. Great. Savannah’s roommate is back. And she’s not alone. No matter how tired I am, I never sleep deeply in strange surroundings and now my ears are hyper-attuned as I hear footsteps and a muffled whisper. “Careful. Savannah’s sleeping.” “Oops,” a very femme, rather tipsy sounding voice…
Six flights of stairs are a lot. Growing up in Colorado, snowboarding was my winter workout and I mountain biked in summer but since I moved here, it’s had to be the gym and with my job lately, it hasn’t even been that. So I’m not in the shape I’d like to be. After five flights, my thighs are burning and I’m regretting my aversion…
This is a more revealing version of the image I posted yesterday. Goddess do not hide themselves… I hope you enjoy!
Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tappity-tap… TAP. That’s the sound of my index finger against the steering wheel of my jeep. Yeah, I tap my finger like a mad woman when I’m anxious, worried, or angry and right now I’m all three. Worried about what Erin’s gonna walk into. Anxious if I’m doing the right thing. Angry that anyone should be in this…
“Hey? How are you doing? Okay?” I look up. She’s waiting there, Savannah, a worried look still on her face. Her teeth catch the corner of her lips for a moment, drawing my focus there. It’s disconcerting. I hate that I worried her. I also should not be staring at her lips. “Yeah. I’m doing… fine,” I lie. And not well. I have no idea…
A Work in Progress! Sapphic age-gap, fake-GF romance. Ch’s 1 & 2
Because I like to do things in pairs…
Where to begin, then? We haven’t settled that yet, have we? Since I don’t have a clear path I can lay down for you, why don’t we just ditch all the “Once upon a time” stuff and jump in? I think so too. Let’s do this… I wanna take you back in time: six months—I think to the day. Well, close enough. My memories are…
“The Life and (Hard) Times of Shiloh Mars”…
A little joke pretending to be a short, short story…
A post-Valentine’s music video…