On The Inside

I have written previously about how mental illness has made me feel like an outsider; as someone who is always on the periphery and not quite part of group. Oddly, this doesn't actually bother me as much as some people might think it would. Yes, it can be quite a lonely existence sometimes, but I've... Continue Reading →

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Animals Unleashed

A touch - a drag of a fingertip across my skin; up my side, across my chest and down my abdomen. Her lips on my neck, the warmth of her breath causing goose-pimples. The hand moves lower, down the outside of my thigh then up the inside. My body tenses. A sigh escapes from between... Continue Reading →

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