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T. and C.

T. and C.

T. I’ve been thinking about her a lot, lately. I’m not really sure why. I know I do not want her in my life again, let alone near anyone in my polycule. But I can’t stop my thoughts, can I? And so I let my mind wander in the memories. Her place, her cat cuddled …

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Vore

Vore

Some time ago I read an article about kinky vore fantasies. I think I always consumed gore and vore medias, I’m not against it, but I’ve always thought about vore in gore contexts, in supernatural contexts. I’ve never thought about actually eating people that way. The article was about vore in a giantess-dom/small-sub fantasy with …

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Singing voice

Singing voice

I have a very short audio note of L. singing. I listened to it and I breathed.I heard E. sing just last week and it just made me nervous. It’s batshit that I used to relax whenever I heard E.’s voice, his singing voice. Lately, it’s been “a fucking cheese grater” to cite Daniel Sloss. …

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia

There was a boy at the station with the same jeans you always wear.He was with his girlfriend.I really like those jeans on you.(I wanna saw them where they wore out and broke) On the train there was a girl with the same hair your friend has.I’m not sure she still has it styled that …

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P.S.

P.S.

there’s one thing you don’t know. You hurt me, sometimes. I’m sure I hurt you too. But I almost never tell you, when you do. I still like to bask in the pain. It gives me goosebumps and the tears are so sweet. I like crying for you, knowing you don’t know I’m there. You …

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April 4th

April 4th

You don’t know how worried I was. About myself, I mean. And you can pretend, if you like it, that I got worried about being sweet when I met you. But the truth is I was worried, before I met you, that I wasn’t capable of loving someone the way people loved me.There was a …

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Moonlight (day 3)

Moonlight (day 3)

Fictober challenge, day 3. Inspired by the song”moonchild” by RM.
“Hi there.” She said. The moon was listening. Watching over her and the other children.