“Aren’t I just so much fun,” he asks again as his lips curl in self-derision. There’s been a lot of that kind of sneering this evening and this is the third time he’s made the same self-deprecating comment. Inner monologue time. No Dude. You really aren’t. But I’m wearing underwire for these double D’s … More Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate
Tinderbox He is crackling heat behind blue eyes and furrowed brow, a tinderbox waiting to ignite. I want him to gather my hair tress by tress, sweetly lull, and yank to expose crook where shoulder meets neck. I want him to have me pinned to kitchen counter, held by hair wrenched tight and … More Tinderbox (Disclaimer: Verse in the Key of Explicit)
I didn’t know you could buy a pregnancy test on sale. Huh. You can even earn CVS Extra Care Bucks. Apparently it’s a lucky day for my budget. Maybe not so much the muted panic that’s risen every day my stubborn uterus refuses to shed her lining. She’s a part of me so I guess … More + or -? It’s Not Just for Ions!
There’s a hand on my hip. It traces down outer thigh and dances back. The hazy, barely there morning filters in through a naked window, through an eyelid cracked open by the hand’s journey. It grazes over crest of hip. Skims small of back. Traces a map around ribcage and up, plucking a nipple to … More Dawning (A 5 AM Vignette)
An acquaintance of mine a mere 4 years older just found out she’s pregnant. Her GYN instructed her to take it easy because her uterus is considered “elderly”. As in old. I immediately started knitting mine a pearly white shawl and googling prices for tiny little Hoverounds. I always said I wouldn’t even begin to … More My Uterus is Elderly (But She Still Likes to Party)