I just finished dancing, chéri and Freja are slowly regaining counsciousness after my loud come back home. I got a few minutes late on schedule, and rushed to the house to be able to jiggle my butt indoor (I didn’t want to risk being arrested by a confused policeman on the sidewalk). The thing is, I…… Continue reading Well, thank you for wiggling!
Calling out in the night, howling your name, ripping silence shamelessly… Pounding, body bending and arching losing all tracks of fingers on my skin… Shaking from the spasms, mind blown… Surrendering to the choking hands of sweet sweet extasy. Celebrating you. Via Dailyprompt: Trance
Ok… I wish I had thought about this earlier this morning, or this week! Today is the beginning of my much longed for vacation, and I’ll be free from boo-job at 3h15 pm. Meaning out of the building at 3h30. Now, I was just listening to happy music on The Internets, to find which tune…… Continue reading Cyra’s 1st Danceathon…
The minute I saw you, my world collapsed. I knew my life would never be the same… This way… Your way of waltzing your way into the room took me completely by surprise. And I knew you had to be mine. Mine, and mine alone. Oh Miss Pretty, where have you been all my…… Continue reading Stalk her…
From rust til dawn… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
She adjusted her big woolen scarf as she walked, and the sound of her soles on the cracking leaves was the only sign of her presence in the woods… She had been there countless number of times, but every visit felt like the first. In the forest, everything was in a perpetual state of changing.…… Continue reading By the lake…
Here, in Québec, freedom of speech is something very important. There has been debates and trials, trying to establish the limits one should respect while expressing him/herself. Basically, on the face of the law, we can say, sing, write a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g we wish. No matter what… What I find highly interesting with that, is that by…… Continue reading Freedom of speech…
Sometimes, there’s some kind of poetry, even in ugly… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Je lécherai tes miettes d’amour en peau de chagrin Et je boirai toutes les douleurs suintant de mon âme soeur… Un festin, une orgie d’émotions crues cueillies à même ta peau.
A lot of people don’t understand blogging. I couldn’t blame them, just a little short under two years ago, I didn’t know either. All I had heard about blogging was from professional bloggers that did movie reviews, or wrote about traveling or cooking. To me, blogging was a job, and I had never considered it…… Continue reading Why do you blog?
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