Be a Good Girl
Still. Not moving a muscle. Become a picture, a painting, a work of art. For him to admire. Don’t look. I said, don’t look. You can feel his eyes on your naked skin. Like...
Author: DeviantSuccubus
On the Beach
It has been exceptionally warm here lately. Summer temperatures and sunshine. We live right by the beach so we spent a lot of time outside, enjoying the first few days of the year that...
Social Media – Some Thoughts
Do you remember the good old times when social media wasn’t invented yet? When our social interactions were limited to the people we actually knew from real life, people we had met? I don’t...
Lesson For One
6.30 PM. I check the time on my phone again and look around. I am the only one standing in front of the old industrial building on the Eastside. Colourful murals cover the brick...
Anxiety and Sex: Expectations, Body Image and the Past
In society, sex is portrayed as a pleasurable activity. And that most things can be overcome with the help of consent, communication and honesty. Heck, even I preach those things. Sex is fun, sex...
A Special Kind of Hug
I look up. He is standing in front of me, observing me. “What’s up?”, I say, wondering why he hasn’t said anything yet. He sits down next to me and opens his arms. I...
Born Again
I am a flake. A flakey flake. All my life I have been deeply engrossed in certain things, projects, studies, relationships and jobs, only to abandon everything all of the sudden. There were often...
Getting My Sexy Back
I haven’t felt it lately, the sexiness. It didn’t matter if clothed, barely clothed or naked. I couldn’t stand looking at myself. And I couldn’t even imagine anyone finding me remotely attractive. Those feelings...
Recent Comments