Storytelling
I pace in the shower, shifting my weight from side to side. My head hangs low as the water streams down my hair, bouncing...
The door to the bar is painted black. The warm night air is ripe for an evening rendezvous. Silhouettes of club-goers crowd up in...
I’m a petite girl. The kind you can pick up and throw around during sex; playfully if you so choose. My hair is dyed red. My eyebrows...
He lives in a small town, just off the 95 running north east of Baltimore, Maryland. I drive two hours to get to his...
I wasn’t thinking. Why is that phrase most frequently uttered with regret? I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. In order to be a responsible and caring...
I take a sip of my ginger ale. The residue from my gulp drips off my lip down the glass. My painted black thumbnail...
Ariel, The Little Mermaid. I remember wanting to be just like her. I would try to mimic her movements under water. There was something...
“How do you want me to torture you?” “Choke me.” I press my lips together. My freshly applied vanilla lipgloss glides as I get a...
There should be no shame in a girl wanting just sex. It’s a playful side of mine that I had repressed in my early...
I spent a lifetime chasing things. Boys. Jobs. Love. Money. I wanted it all so bad. Just that one boyfriend. Just that one ring....
