Showing posts from August, 2011

Chapter One....Finless

Squeeeeeze, tighter, tighter, colors dance behind Sarah’s eyes.  Blue, purple, and pink dots dance and tease her consciousness.  She opens her eyes for that split second, to see those ice blue eyes drilling a determined and powerful gaze into her helpless face.  Blue eyes turn to black, and all light begins to fade… that evil taking over?

Does This Exist????

Is there ever a thing as total satisfaction?  Seems that most of us keep wanting more and more, the further along in life we go.  I equate satisfaction with mediocrity and that does not settle well with me.  Life has taught me that I cannot depend on another human being to see me through to success.  Other people have fraught my life with disappointment upon dismal disappointment, and worst yet, I allowed it.  Tumultuous cycle of doom and gloom.  This script began at age two when my dad walked away from our house and left me on the front steps of the porch, crying because he did not say goodbye to me.  I tried counting on a male since that time, and when I did, I was devastated.  But, I began to wonder if the blame belonged to only me, and I was the instrumental figure in my own downfall.

totally random, from the son....

Going through all my writing and randomness and found this good gem in the slush pile.  My son comes by his creativity honestly.  He sent me this email from deer camp one November…. “The one and only GWH speaking, its now day 6 out in the cold, jim had to shoot a wild squirrell to keep us alive. got almost whole box of bullets but i dont know how long thats gonna last. the temperatures dropping rapidly but my half a beard and my wool socks are keeping me warm. the big bucks are starting to roam, g2g hit the woods.

ps. love and miss u mom”

the things we know

It’s easy to write about things I know.  The words fly off the page and create a type of wrist/brain carpal tunnel which isn’t easily cured.  However, it’s the pain of the things I know which gives me pause.  How much am I willing to share with the world?  It doesn’t matter if it gains me an audience or notoriety, the cost of the divulged could be limitless.  I have to remind myself of that often.


what are your addictions? we all seem to have something…sometimes we just have to think about it. not everything is labled “bad”, yet, it can have just as strong of a hold on our psyche. so, let’s say I’m not downing a bottle of wine everyday, but, i’m always on the computer? i believe anything which distorts or damages our connection to ourselves and those we love is dangerous. what are your thoughts?


Her skirt was shorter than her mother would have allowed, so, she was lucky she made it out the front door undetected.  As she snuck her way down the quiet sidewalk, she found her feet could not keep up with the excitement brewing in her mind.  She could already imagine the music in the air, the handsome men in sharp suits, and her hopes of finding a dashing dancing partner.  She knew mother would forbid her to visit such a place of ill repute, but she could not keep herself from going back.  Some girls even wore long strands of beads, stockings with garters, and feathers in their carefully coiffed hair!  She did not own such fancy clothing yet, but knew it would not be long before she had a fringed dress of her own. She could already imagine the colors and the way she could spin and twirl to make the fringe skip.  She giggled aloud at her own imagination and she felt more butterflies in her stomach.  She did have a beaded headband she had gotten as a birth…

FFF! August 26

Ike unleashed his pent up power upon Irene.  As the rain smacked against the window, he pushed her against the pane so he could see the forces pounding the glass.  The risk of the window shattering only heightened their excitement and dared them on.  As they released the pressure of their combined forces of nature, they would stop short of the climatic pinnacle to keep spinning in one place, drenching everything with their torrential ferocity.   “Hurricane indeed,” growled Ike,” I’ll show you a reason to be afraid,” as he pulled Irene by the hair back toward him for round two

Joining me today are fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of a single picture for Flash Fiction Friday: Please click on the embedded link in their names and visit their Blogs to read five very different Flash Fiction tales based on the same photo.

My attempt at the Christmas Short...initial phases...what yall think?

The red velveteen thong inched its way up the crack of Eve’s frozen ass, chafing a bit more with each stride she took.  She wondered if all the effort was really worth it.  A thought abruptly occurred to her, wow, maybe if she moved just so…as she twisted her torso mid-stride, the string just might reach where it needed to.  Was it possible, she could only hope?  She quickly stopped hoping as she remembered it had been so long since she had an orgasm, she forgot just where “X” marked the spot for her release.  Eve had to purchase these new sexy red panties for the occasion because she had tossed most of her former collection of knickers into the garbage one night in a fit of frustration.  She kept the ones that did not show lines under her business suits or were suitable for jogging.  The kind of underwear that covered most of her deliciousness and were anything but eye candy.  Nikolas still failed to notice.  She was wearing a short red skirt with white tulle from the pe…


It was a sunny day, with big downy clouds lazily drifting in the mid-morning sky.  The crisp mountain air filled her lungs with the freshness of a perfect atmosphere.  She had always loved the mountains, with the stunning views and craggy majesty of the massive rock and snow formations.  The scenery of the Rockies made everything else in life seem miniscule.  She felt invincible as she stood among the stately Aspen trees.  As she made her way up the rugged trail, her body adjusted to the high altitude hike and her pace quickened a bit with each yard traveled.  Although numerous adventurers before her had cleared the path, their footprints did little to damage the ecology of the area.  She believed those like her who also traversed these trails shared a mindset to preserve the gifts of nature.  It made her appreciate humankind just a little bit more when she felt connected to kindred souls as she did on the trail.  Her ears perked at the sound of crunching l…

Saucy Wednesday

She followed the direction of his stare and once again it was fixed on another woman. She wondered why she did not feel more jealousy, it was almost freeing, as she breathed a sigh.  As she scanned the room, she counted how many eyes were upon her, and she counted 5 pair, in just the first survey.  Each one looking interested in what she might have to offer.  Lecherous or not, at that moment she would probably take the most interesting offer, it didn’t matter who made the proposition, she just needed to feel alive again.  Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, it might not even be a man to wake her sleeping core, maybe what she needed right now was a warm and silky soft woman…

Flash One

Please Everyone Eliminate Various Errant Senselessness
Her shoes never leave the ground as healthy legs shuffle across the room.  He obscenely smacks the wad of gum protruding at times from his lips.  People commonly unnecessarily use the elevator to travel one flight. The epitome of laziness is the downfall of humanity.  It might be the catalyst to me purchasing a gun.

Flash Fifty....

N.A.Z.I. Never Assume Zealous Improvisation She knew him for twenty years.
She called him a Nazi within three.   It took her eighteen years to sleep with him.  Their intimate union only reinforced her callous opinion of him.  He is still a Nazi.  If only he had said “No”.  She now wears the boots and he is ground under her heel.

is it too early in the week for s/M?

Nathaniel took the riding crop from the hanging rack on the wall.He slid the leather against her skin and would occasionally lightly smack the stiff shaft of the crop against her bare skin.She started to melt into the cuffs, as the adrenaline high started to pulse in her veins.With each stroke of the crop, he used more force and the leather began to leave welts on her exposed skin.These would be lightly bruised areas tomorrow which Lily would wear like a trophy for a few days until they healed. Nathaniel put the crop back in its place and took control of the bullwhip.He cracked the whip away from her generating an loud echo in the basement.She shuddered slightly in delighted anticipation, knowing the whip would be cracking against her bare back and buttocks.Nathaniel walked up to Lily and slid the “popper”- the tip of the whip- evenly against her shoulder blades.“You want this, don’t you, Lily?”“Yes, Master”, was her soft, yet dogged reply. Nathaniel walked away from Lily just far enoug…

Left of Center 1

Left of center It happens in a flash, within seconds lives are forever changed.  How many times have we gone left of center in our lives and negatively affected someone else?  I try to teach my children the affect their words have on people.  When we speak without thinking, we unleash verbal dragons that can bring someone down in flames.  Death does not always occur physically. Do not be a fellow man’s demise by your insensitivity.  These days, we have all become a bit too arrogant in embracing our right to-
Say what I want!Be entitled to my whims!Make you accept my way of thinking!Agree with me!Treat people however I please!Fail to care about consequences!Wow, how sad is all of this? We get angry when our children speak their minds, but have we not raised them?  We are responsible for the personalities we mold.  How about we learn how to rein them in?  It’s never too late. Children grow up to be adults making the same types of choices. I recently read an article …

thought of friends

We never know when the last day on earth will be.  So, take the time to hug and tell the ones you love how much you do.  This is so very important!

Sunday Thoughts

I won’t constantly preach the gospel during my postings, but, I want to make things perfectly clear where my heart and soul stand—it’s with the Lord.  I’ve lived a full life and there are many things I’ve done that I know for sure I wish He hadn’t seen.   But, I’m still a child of grace.  And, I’m STILL sexual.  It’s one way to keep a marriage together, you know the whole, for whom the Lord has joined together let no man put asunder?  What is the one private, intimate gift the Lord gave two people?  The joy of bonding within a sexual relationship.  I know I feel closer to my husband when we are on a sexual roll.  Too many times, we let that part of life slide first.  It just seems easier, before you know it, you are sleeping on two distinct sides of the bed and forgot what his skin smells like.  I know it’s happened to you too.  No reason to feel ashamed. How to get it back is the hard part, I don’t have a great answer to that yet.  Except however, you keep trying. I hope you do…

finally catching up/six sentence sunday

keep going, keep going, the sweat is dripping down my face, don't stop now...I'm not finished.  she kept hoping for that rush, the one that brings her to the next level, sometimes, even accompanied by nausea, the sensation is so strong.  breathe, in and out, in and out, deeper then shallow, damn, why won't it come...pardon the pun.  suddenly, she is covered in goosebumps, oooh, this might be it!  wait for it, wait for it, but, nothing.  why is this so hard?

maybe i'm actually thinking too much.