Not even a week into my one on one therapy and here I sit devouring chocolate. It’s smooth and sweet, just like the adventure I meet in London. A New Year a new me, or so the saying goes, but around 12:30 am on New Year’s day, I was back to my old self. Guess […]Read more "London Boy | (The Bare Essentials Series)"
Her lips were soft, her touch firm, she smelled of roses and her juices tasted like liquid velvet. She was a distraction, someone I knew in my heart I didn’t want to see again but fulfilled me for the night. I laid in bed curled up in my sheets into the early morning hours staring […]Read more "Slithering Control | (The Bare Essentials Series)"
Tomorrow is my first one on one session since the stone age and here I am sitting in my apartment staring at the walls wishing I had someone else to talk too. Someone who wouldn’t judge me for the emotional baggage I’ve deposited in the Delaware river. Dredging it up will be like sinking into mud, […]Read more "Plaster Prison | (The Bare Essential Series)"
After Mr. Wifey, I found myself slithering in heartache. Anyone, I mean literally anyone could scratch the itch that he left me with. To the point that self-worth wasn’t really even part of my vocabulary, after all, I did the dirtiest of deeds in the sanctity of “love”. You would think this is what landed […]Read more "Desired | (The Bare Essentials Series)"
Let’s be clear when it comes to a romp in the bedroom, back seat or barnyard (hey everyone has their thing!) there is one main rule, always finish and for men, it should be asked politely where. So when his face turned into a sour patch pucker with a large moan I knew my ride […]Read more "Pluses and Minuses | (The Bare Essentials Series)"