Champagne and Parlor Games

NOTE: Following this week’s prompt of “Revisiting,” I am going back to a story I started for a Wicked Wednesday challenge last year. June 21, 2014 to be exact (better late than never, right?). Prompt #108: Flight Attendant. What story can you come up with using this premise: a flight attendant drinking champagne in first […]

Cuba Boyfriend

I managed to make it up in time to catch breakfast today, even with a 4am wake up from security and somebody’s drunken boyfriend. I made it out the door at about quarter after nine. Yay! Yesterday was a loss with not making it up until nearly 1:00 in the afternoon. I wasn’t going to […]

Why Post Such Things?

Why do you post such things? This is a question I am often asked. They aren’t referring to my erotica or salacious tales of desire. They aren’t referring to my candid pictures. They are referring to my not so nice real life ramblings. My piece on being raped. My posts about depression and PTSD. My […]

G is for…

Goronio, or George if that’s easier “Hola señorita. May I help with your bags?” He stood in the doorway of the hotel, his untucked uniform shirt blowing in the breeze. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He was one of those men who I am sure came out of the womb and immediately began […]

B is for…

Bruises Bruises are terrible things. They hurt. They change colours from blue to purple to a yucky yellowish green. They suck. Or do they? The answer is a bit confounded. Yes, bruises can be painful nasty buggers. But no, they aren’t always terrible things. They can be very, very wonderful things. Every time I move, […]

Leather & Lace

  A recent purchase from local artisan 6 Whips that I have yet to fully break in.   On the topic of new things, I hope you like the new home and look. Take a look around and let me know if you see anything that appears out of whack (no pun intended). There is […]

What Shall I Write?

I know, it’s been forever since I sat and wrote something here. It’s not that I’ve not wanted to, it’s just that I didn’t have anything to say. Life’s been happening, as usual. Mr S has been travelling quite a bit so not too much there, but the times when he has been home, when we’ve […]

Another Hurried Exit

Another night, another hurried exit as the snow fell all around. I can’t help but wonder, why does Cinderella keep running away to where she can’t be found?