I’ve not been hiding

This past year has been about some changes that I have made in my life, and although I had put my writing on the back burner, I have found that I can no longer sit idle while my stories fill my brain. I have lost out on so much opportunity because of my inner insecurities I want to finish what I started (here) and move on to my next project. And, with your help any comments would be appreciated.

So, I decided that now is as good a time as any to revisit some of the stories that I had written, to find out where I am. There are some changes ahead. I hope you like them. Because this blog is not only about me but about the people I write for. This is not about how well written my blog is (yes, my editing skills need to be improved) its about the story.



A Tattered Heart by Amanda Carrington

This piece speaks so strongly to my heart, I wanted to post it with a positive spirit and hopefulness that extends and exudes from those around me.  I have a great group of people who surround me, and love me for who I am. I don’t have to change for anyone. We all have a great friend/friends who are there for us no matter what. I’m going to need these people in the coming months more than I want to admit. Below is my take on this beloved, beautiful heart.
I’ve been thinking about the heart that was posted by @VOElla. Amanda was asking others to post some poetry, art or any likeness they felt this heart meant to them. I was only able to read a few, and they were all extraordinary works. I’m no expert. I know what I like. Don’t we all. That heart reminded me of all the people who have come in & out of my life, and how they have each taken a piece of it with them. And the parts that were patched? Those are where hurt, and pain, and strife are, they have been patched by those who were there for me when I have fallen.We have a plethora of good people who will be there for us when we need them. They all care in their own way. That’s what makes this heart so special. Its patched together by love, honesty, and giving. Nothing can take away from what we have inside. But, we can grown and learn from what’s happened. It takes a special person to love unconditionally. And, I’m hoping that person is you.

A Tattered Heart by Amanda Carrington

French Maid

She’s off to her last appointment. She’s dressed the way he likes; French maid costume, 4″ heels, black lace hose ~ thigh high only ~ and garter belt. Nothing else. She knows he has all the right “equipment” in his home. He’s sent her a dossier of what their “night” should be about. She only brings with her a small courier bag with everything he told her she needs. She smiles to herself as she gets out of her car. Shaking her head.  She doesn’t care what the neighbors think. This is his fantasy and she’s here to fulfill it. She rings the doorbell, but there’s no answer. She expected that too.

It’s all in the details that he had written. She’d memorized every last one of them. Down to his signature. Odd that he had hand written the note. One of several things she had learned about him She opens the door, and remembers her instructions to come straight in and start in the kitchen. “Odd place to start.” She says to herself. She walks to the sink. There are only a few dishes there. She notices he has a dishwasher. “What the hell.” She says and immediately gets to work. She realizes as she turns on the water that someone is behind her.

She starts to turn and he slips his hand from behind to her face., turning her head forward. “No,” he says. “Continue with what you’re doing.” She still thinks it’s odd but continues. He leans her up against him, she can feel him from chest to thigh. She doesn’t know if he’s clothed because she’s closed her eyes. Feeling the charged atmosphere between them, he says, “Open your eyes.” She doesn’t want to, she wants to continue to feel this sensation between them. But, he urges her again.“Open your eyes, or you will feel the consequences,” he states, more forcibly than the last. She gasps, and reluctantly does as she is asked. His hands on her hips move slowly down until he reaches the bottom of her uniform. He slides his hand beneath her skirt, and up her thigh.

Her breathing is starting to quicken. Never has she been so aroused by a stranger. Her hands are still in the water and she would like to take them out and caress him like he is caressing her. She knows that she can’t, she must obey his every command. He’s found her weak spot and nudged his thigh between hers, coaxing her legs farther apart. She lifts her right leg and slides it further to accommodate his now probing hand. She can feel his cock in her back, and she realizes he is much taller than she is but it doesn’t matter,this has turned into something so much more than she thought it would.

His other hand has found it’s way to her breast and has slid inside her blouse. Pinching and pulling at her nipple she cries out in ecstasy. She can’t take it any more and pulls her hands out if the water and puts them behind her reaching for him, turning her head toward his she needs his mouth on hers. She knows it’s taboo but she doesn’t care, rules are made to be broken and she wants to taste this stranger. Whatever the consequences are, she’ll take the risk. Reluctantly, he gives in, knowing that he shouldn’t and she will pay dearly for this later. She’s been worked into a frenzy, first one finger then two. He can feel her body squeezing his fingers she about to explode and so is he.

Much to her reluctance he withdraws his fingers, turns her around and picks her up, forcibly placing her onto the counter, she notices he’s wearing nothing, just the way she likes it. He rips her blouse apart, nipping at her neck, slowly moving down to her breast. Her hands are all over him, kneading his muscles from shoulder to forearm. He stops from going any further, she opens her eyes to look at him, astonished that he’s stopped what he’s doing. He’s looking at her, with longing in his eyes.

She grabs ahold of him and forces him to finish what he’s started. She pulls at his hips his cock ready for her. He plunges deep within her, he wants to be sure that she can accommodate his size, he shivers and continues on teasing and tantalizing her until they become one. She screams in ecstasy and his with his final thrust he comes hard and strong. They are both left panting and with desire in their eyes. He’s not done yet and neither is she, he picks her up, still inside her and carries her to his bedroom…

Ayden & Elizabeth

Ayden & Elizabeth

Their relationship is defined by one moment, a single phrase

A moment in time when there is just the two of them

The realization that love can but, not without the other

A spark ~a glare

A sigh ~a kiss

A whispered breath of what is meant to be

Anticipation, unlike any other

The hunter, the hunted

The Dominant, the Submissive

How quickly Ayden can turn the tables on Beth

Without her knowledge until it’s too late

She’s mesmerized & transfixed

His eyes hold the key that is Ayden Stone…

“You have a fragile beauty Beth,

like a snowflake and I must handle you with care.

Too much heat and you will melt in my hands.”

Ayden’s love for Beth is immeasurable by words alone

His gentleness adoring

His caress is intense

His kiss makes her breathless

Wanting for more

“But then again, I’m not made of Stone.” He smirks

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This week will be my last post for this blog. I am comitted for one last piece, then there will be no more. I am grateful for those who have visited. You have made this a very special blog. I now realize that it can be done, but right now, my heart is not here.

The last post will be on Friday. Don’t forget to check it out!

Love to you all,


The Love That Is Us…










The Love That Is Us…

What Your Soul Wants To Say

Let your words reflect what your heart feels, let your heart feel what your soul wants to say, in stillness.  By Michael.

There is so much that can’t be said

There is a lifetime of tears, of pain and regret

The darkness around my heart is forever changing

It’s color is fading from deep

Darkest black

To the warmer hues of red

The holes that once pierced my heart are starting to fill

The warmth from His blood is returning to mine

It seeks to beat faster

Only to be slowed by heartache and tears

It mends

It twists

It hurts

Only then do I know that I am on my way to healing

He instructs the tests to be shed

The hurt to bear

It makes us stronger more viable beings

It can be the largest struggle

Regret weighs heavy on a mind

Becomes dissected many times over until the truth is barely seen

It is all about the journey

The people

The places

The experiences bring about life

Into the journey


Love knows no boundaries, no streams, no rivers

It appears out of nowhere and takes hold

Love should not be conquered,

but given freely.

You’ve left and there is no promise of return

I hold dear to my heart that which you have given

a token of your love,

It embraces me,

It devours me,

It takes me to places I cannot reach

Your love fills me with bliss

I fear for you, my love,

you have been gone a lone time

I eagerly await your return.

I step outside to where we last had seen each other.

I lift my face to the night sky,

I take a deep breath and I smile.

It feels just like yesterday,

I close my eyes and can feel you touch my face.

But, I know it is just the wind

A light caress, it lifts my hair gently

away from my face.

I exhale very slowly.

I feel my heartbeat quicken,

almost as if I can feel you again close by.

I know you are not with me,

I take another deep breath, but this time

it catches, I can smell your unique smell that only be you.

I open my eyes and I turn smiling,

You smile back, opening your arms as do.

I run to you, only to find


Missing you

Our kiss that night will forever be etched in my memory

You left

Not knowing when you will be back

Our love transcends time

As I await for your return

I am lost without you

Your warmth

Your delightful scent

That only you can have

I miss our holding hands and your touch upon my face

I miss most of all


Cloudless skies…

Cloudless skies turn into starry nights
My heart quickens when thoughts of you invade my mind
My skin tingle’s at the memory of your touch
My hair lifts with the breeze and the thought of your hand lightly touching my neck
I lift my face in memory of you
A smile upon my lips
I close my eyes thinking of your touch and the way you make me feel
I open my eyes and there you stand before me
Your face an expression of love and confusion
You reach for me
Smiling, as you do when your hand reaches mine
The electricity flows within me
My fingers start to tingle and instantly
I begin to shiver
I don’t know what to make of it
But all I do know is that you are here with me
I take my hand and place it over your heart
And, I can feel it beating wildly
We say nothing, communicating with our eyes
No words are needed to be spoken
Passion speaks for us
Our breaths start to quicken
His hand comes up to cup my face
I lean in
My eyes not leaving yours
I sway, instantly your hand is around my waist
Branding me like hot fire
We are together standing so close
I can feel breath on my face
My lips parted ready for your kiss

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