I am a fishnet girl. Until recently, I never considered them sexy – for me they were subversive, punk rock accessories. They were edgy when paired with stompy boots and short skirts. They were my “fuck you to social conventions.”
Cara Thereon’s “Gypsy Traveler”
I found myself sucked into this story, and actively disappointed when it ended – Not because it was a bad ending, but because I wanted more. I loved hearing Marie’s interior monologue. Marie is realistic in her doubts about the supernatural events, but not so overwhelmed in doubt that it becomes to the focus. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this story.
Fire and Honey’s “Conflicted”
For a short piece it conveys the conflict so well. The spare language adds to the beauty of this piece. And the ending… swoon.
Image of the week:
Molly Moore’s “Knocking Boots”
It’s not just that I envy her those boots… but the composition is wonderful.
I love boots, and I’ve always loved boots. The second item I bought, after getting my first job, was a pair of knee high boots (not terribly different from the ones in the picture).
The Professor had me naked faster than I’d expected, and there’s something deliciously disconcerting about being the only naked person. He was still fully clothed, still in his classroom suit. The only concession to being home he had made was to take off his coat. So we talked literature and academia, as if I wasn’t naked with nipples pointing at him. He invites me to bed before I finally give in and drag him into the bedroom.
I am not a fan of cold weather, even the mild winters I suffer where the temperatures rarely fall below mid-40s. But there are a few things about winter that I enjoy. I love snuggling up on the couch, reveling in the feeling of warm fleecy blanket, one of those soft, faux fur types. I wrap the blanket around my bare legs because, even though it’s winter, I still insist on being half naked at home. The blanket tickles my legs deliciously.
Julia lounged naked on the massive bed. It had taken her some time to acclimate to the electricity free existence. The cabin was heated by a wood stove and lit by candles. The ever present smell of wood smoke was shortly before replaced with the almost sweet scent of the candles, as Bjorn started lighting them.
She’d been staying in the cabin with Bjorn and Astrid for a couple of weeks. Tonight she knew the couple had something new planned for her, but for now, she enjoyed lying next to Astrid watching Bjorn light the candles.
I look forward to reading and writing for all of these prompts every week.
Masturbation Monday picks:
“At the Office” by Elliot Henry
“The Concert” by Cimmerian Sentiment
Wicked Wednesday picks:
From “Texting to Sex” by Livvy Libertine
“Very Pretty Stripes” Jerusalem Mortimer
Kink of the Week Picks:
“Kink of the Week: The Cutting Edge” on The Fox in the Flowers
“Torn Bloomers” on Pleasure as Pain
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(it doesn’t even need to be Saturday)