To be held and touched.
He was standing on the porch of his guesthouse. I emerged from the cab and ran straight into his open arms…..
His arms closed around me… I was home.
I locked my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his chest. …
Never touched, kissed, or looked at.
The anger in me…
It refuses to subside. I am still furious, fuming, enraged.
I used to be hurt, heartbroken, sad, and depressed, then I just kept getting angrier and angrier.
You might wonder what I am rambling about here.
My lady parts (labia majora, minora, clitoris, vagina, etc, us…
Taking stock as I realize I have never been loved before…not until now.
I am open-hearted. I am expressive, emotional, passionate, sensitive. I thought I had ‘loved’…maybe I did.
I fell in love a couple of times in my life so far. At this stage and age of life, it's time I took stock…
The first was my grad college boyfriend, it lasted…
We explore, we learn…we explode
Rain…Grey skies and winds.
I needed to see him, there was no way we could stand another day apart. We were in my car, driving around. We love exploring together, looking at new places, and finding secret cafes and restaurants.
We got coffee at a…
Ramblings of a Woman in Love.
He is passion personified.
His smile drives me crazy, making my heart skip a hundred beats. When I lay on his chest after lovemaking, looking up at him is the most breathtaking view.
His arm around me, eyes closed…he has a content smile, his strong jawline and razor-sharp nose accentuating…
When a woman finally finds the courage to speak about her failing marriage, and her Indian family reacts.
“If it was so bad, why did she keep quiet for so long?”
“It can't be that bad if they still have sex.”
“He is a great father, she is just overdramatic.”
“Why did she have kids?”
“Suicidal…Naah, she watches too much Television.”
You might be wondering what the above…
He controlled all of me.
He was pumping his cock into my mouth, deep and strong. I was having a hard time focusing coz he had the g-spot stimulator deep inside my pussy and was holding it in place, controlling its vibrations. I honestly couldn't focus at all, I had surrendered.
His cock in my…
Trying to restart my career is terrifying.
17 years of hard, meticulous, dedicated work.
Nothing to show for it.
Not a penny in my personal wallet, or in a bank with only my name on it. (Joint accounts I have plenty, but it's not the same is it?)
If only housewives had salaries. Structured pay packages, with…
And the bad boy in detention.
“Why are you in detention?”, she asked…her high heels clicking on the tiles as she circled him. The buttons on her shirt dress were undone at the chest, the swell of her cleavage pushing through the white cotton fabric.
She stood right in from of him, her legs slightly apart…
Looks much like scenes from my marriage.
I am watching myself …on HBO, Scenes From a Marriage, episode 2 at 54.05 minutes. …
Wistful writer
Romantic, reader, emotional fool, artist, life has taught me to let go, what I am isn’t what I chose to be, it's what life made me. wistfulwriter@writeme.com
