Vivian slid between the soft sheets, and immediately felt that something was wrong. This was supposed to be the way of things, and yet the feeling was off. She had been looking forward to this night for so long, yearning for when her day would end by simply slipping into bed. She had expected to … Continue reading 366
Another lovely "corner" example. Nice and comfy, no need to fear exposure, and yet she has plenty to admire outside. Looks like she deserves a bit of a break after what she's been through.
I hate it. I think I just never got beyond the five-year-old “boys are icky” phase in this particular area. I realise I’m supposed to like this. It’s supposed to be a sign of intimacy, a physical manifestation of love. But it makes me cringe a little. Even with Sir. Except there’s another layer with … Continue reading Kissing
I came across this logo while on holiday, and it certainly gave me pause. Elegant but sensual. Innocent but suggestive. . . Or, yes, I suppose it could also be a tooth if one wanted to be vanilla about things.
The woodshed is a terrifying place- usually due to fear of the punishment that warrants such isolation. In this case, however, I'd be much more worried about tripping or knocking things over.
Sarah and Mark's story began here With thanks to Paolo of Wholebean and I “Gah!” Sarah cried out and stuck her singed fingertips in her mouth. She cursed her clumsiness as she hopped back and forth, trying to soothe the burn and return the wayward onion bits to the pan. She thought back to one of … Continue reading Much to Learn: Square Meal
One year ago today, I made my first posting here. It's been a busy year. Most would think that starting a blog while in the process of moving and changing jobs would be a bad idea, but I've found it a source of structure and comfort. It's nice to have something completely within my control … Continue reading Happy Blog Day to Me!
You never know, a good pout might just save you if it's cute enough.
The bicycle was old and rusted, a deep crack running the length of the second seat while foam spewed forth from under the first of the two. Trish smiled as she set aside the old blanket that had been covering the thing. She had known there were treasures hiding in the attic, but had hardly expected … Continue reading Tandem
I was wrong. There are things more awkward than staring at a blank wall.