Please Engage Imagination, then Try Again

The mornings on the train where I look around and feel that there are no interesting people to look at always make me wonder. Is it that my imagination is back in bed sleeping or is it that it’s winter and everyone is wearing boring dark colored jackets devoid of personality that obscure the person…

Interlocking

Fitbit on one wrist, a black hair tie around the other, she is ready for the day. She scratches her scalp with two painted nails before tightly interlocking them on her lap, but only for a few moments. She separates them and rests the right hand on top of the left. Then rubs at her…

Two Rows Back

She sat two rows back and stared intently at the back of his neck. His collar rode up in the back and all she wanted to do was adjust it and press her mouth to the strip of bare flesh between his collar and the edge of his hairline. She wanted to feel the heat…

Master

There is something about a man wearing black leather gloves that is both inherently sexy and at the same time creepy. Serial killer-esque mixed with Alpha/Master. This man has not only black leather gloves, but well polished black leather shoes and a well-cared for black leather satchel/briefcase. Charcoal grey, tailored suit, and a matching fitted…

Playlist 9 – Impressions, D10

Playlist: Depressed Song 10: The Fool by Lee Ann Womack Hands Let it go. Let her go. I have my hands out, waiting to pull you into a safe protected space. Can you take that? Can you accept it? Long slender fingers. Dancing with him wearing the mask of another girl’s face. When you close your eyes…