Photo by Thiago Matos on Pexels.com "It's a matter of patience: there is light..." "I believe you, but it seems so far away, almost beyond the horizon." "Have faith. I am here, I will guide you." There is a pause. Outside the rain stops. He can only hear her calm breathing, sense her scent, a … Continue reading Tunnel
Submission
Daily Prompt: Freaky Friday
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience? You know I want to be you, for a day, for us to … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Freaky Friday
#AtoZChallenge: April 17, 2013 ~ (Histoire d’)O
For @Unraveling_Mari When it was published in 1954 it was an immediate success spurred by the condemnation of the censors, worthy successors, in their ineptitude, of Lady Chatterley’s judges. This is the story of O, a born and ingénue submissive to be, who learns the true meaning of openness and acquires the gift of obedience. Chained, … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge: April 17, 2013 ~ (Histoire d’)O
#FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing
The small torus was perfect, its pale colour matching her skin, its location a delicious dream, a constant evocation of a deep secret, his and hers. They had chosen the craftsman carefully, an old Chinese silversmith who knew his piercing, and was discrete. She had been a little afraid, but trusted him, blindly. For him … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing
#FiveSentenceFiction: September 7 – Memories
The summer was coming to an end, and she dreaded the return to her “normal” life: how could she give up what mattered to her more than anything in the world? Yet she knew the secret to keep him, to continue to be the one he had wanted her to be, she must obey by … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: September 7 – Memories
Prelude
We are now in Summer, the Solstice has passed, and the rain is spoiling the rose garden. In the lounge, browsing the book shelves, I think of the day when Helena first came to my house. Helena… The thought of my beautiful and devoted novice fills me with pride. I recall the day of her … Continue reading Prelude
Of Glass & Paper 