Life, Sex, Short Story

Who am I?

1B42D2A9-D8E7-46BF-A1A0-D2A3D90EC972I am a waterfall of moisture that erupts. An ongoing wave that is rapidly flowing. I will drown you in amazement, and excitement. I will lure your soul, make it escape from you slowly, as you lay there aroused in lust. I can turn off your night vision, and make your eyes vibrate backwards. I can make your legs…wait…and your toes quiver, clench, and curl. I can pull out your inner scream queen, vanishing your voice completely without a trace. I’ve been known to invoke deep, and explosive emotions that come with a teardrop, or two, that would normally lay dormant in the pit of your soul. Beautiful emotions that you never even knew existed within you. I can make you numb to physical pain, pressure, stress, and the problems of the world. Can I free your mind, and your body? Let me ignite a satisfying fire in you that’s indescribable. I promise to make you feel great, and beyond elated, in such a way, that it’s unimaginable.

Imagine That!

 

 

 

 

Short Story

A Story

Friday 6:00 pm in Waverly, VA

Finally, it was time for Rhaya to clock out for the night. She was the late person, and was the last one to leave the office. She happily rushed out the door so fast, trying to make it to the grocery store before it closed so she could pick up a few steaks for dinner. She planned a birthday dinner for one of her dearest girlfriends. Rhaya was rushing so fast, that she got all the way down to the parking garage, and realized she left her car keys, and her leftover lunch behind which she also uses to store her insulin. She hesitated but she knew she had to go back to the office. Hesitating because in the midst of her preparing to go back up four flights of stairs because she despises elevators, she noticed a very stunning, tall middle aged dark skinned woman with long, and luscious gray hair, green eyes, beautiful skin, dressed in a gray pants suit, standing beside a White Honda, that was parked two cars down from her car. She didn’t recongnize the woman at all, who was standing there staring directly into her eyes while smoking a cigarette. Now, she was used to people staring at her often, being an attractive young woman, and all. Rhaya is a 24 year old beautiful country woman, who stands 5ft 2 inches, 160 pounds with dark brown eyes, caramel glistening radiant skin, shoulder length sandy brown natural curly hair, with a bountiful shape. A super friendly, happy go lucky diabetic who doesn’t let her illness hinder her in any way. She’s a Medical Assistant by day, working for a busy well known GYN office, that happens to be THEE only GYN office in town, and a business student by night. With her popular friendly demeanor, she waved and said “Hi hun How are ya?” to the woman as she was walking back into the building. The woman never replied, and looked away, continuing to smoke her cigarette. Rhaya brushed it off, kept it moving, and entered the stairwell for the second time that day. Climbing step by step, out of breath with each step because she was already so tired from working all day. She reached the top at last, and went to turn the door handle but the door wouldn’t open. She tried several times but the door just would not open which was strange because the stairwell doors are never locked, and really can’t be locked. So she peeked through the door window, and couldn’t see anyone. But she heard what sounded to her, like two female voices whispering in the hallway. Though she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She decided to bang on the window, and yelled “Hey it’s Rhaya, and I work in Suite 403, Dr. Wooleys office. I left my car keys, and my lunch bag. I need to get into the office! Can you open this door please?” hoping that someone would hear her. No one came, and oddly enough, she could no longer hear the whispers. She just chalked it up to nothing, and her being deliriously tired, sat down on the top step, opened her purse, and pulled out her cellphone which was on 67%, started a group message, and told her girlfriends that she was delayed due to work. Then dialed her boss Hugo, to see if  he could help her but it went straight to voicemail. She sent him a text, Call me ASAP it’s Rhaya, I’m still at work, and I’m trying to get into the office. She began to dig deeper into her purse only to realize that she had left her phone charger on her desk. After looking at the time, she knew it was getting late. She thought to herself, “Shit, this is not happening. Ok ok don’t panic because I can just go back down to the ground floor into the parking garage, and cut around to the front of the building, and get in using the main entrance. Plus the security post is at the end of the parking garage, and I can even get Lou to ride me round there.” Rhaya closed her purse back up, and headed back down the stairs with a swiftness. She gets to the door, turns the handle, but that door wouldn’t open either. She tried so many times that her hand was sore. Starting to feel even more confused, and now alarmed, she sat on the bottom step thinking hard about what her next move was going to be. She pulled out her phone again to see if Hugo had replied which he didn’t. She attempted to call him again, this time there was no dial tone, and she couldn’t get the call to go through. She assumed it was because she was in the stairwell, service was being wacky. So she tried sending another text, but the message failed. She tried to send her girlfriends a text, and that message failed too. Rhaya’s parents, and her older twin sisters died in a boat accident when she was 2. So she doesn’t have family. There was nobody else to attempt to call or text. “OMG, Really?!!”, she yelled. Then, she remembered the woman she saw earlier in the parking garage. “Maybe she can help me out here.” She got up, and looked out the door window, and didn’t see the woman, or anybody anywhere near in sight. Guess what else she didn’t see? Cars. There were at least 6 cars in the parking garage earlier when she first realized she had left her things. Well…all those cars were gone except for hers. Rhaya’s lonesome car was still sitting there parked right where she left it. She shook her head in disbelief, and just didn’t understand what was happening. Why were those two doors locked all of a sudden? Then, the whispers started again, and it sounded like it was coming from outside the door again, like somebody was out there. She hopped up off the step, and looked out the window, AND SAW THE WOMAN AGAIN! The woman was alone, leaning on Rhaya’s car, and staring directly at her again. Before Banging on the door, Rhaya whispered to herself, “Where the hell did she just come from? Maybe she was on the other side finishing up her cigarettes.” Then she proceeded to bang on the door and yelled out, “Hey love! That’s my car!!!! Can ya please open this door up please?” The woman looked away again, opened Rhaya’s car door, on the passenger’s side, and sat right down in the seat.

 

To be continued..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life, Sex

The One

1cc71291-89f3-4566-9c61-158e31919f7bI’m searching for the perfect size, ONE that’s just right for me. I want a nice, long, thick, and juicy ONE. Does size matter for you ladies? Mmmm..You could say that, I’m sort of picky when it comes to this specific craving that I have. I desire a certain ONE. I need it to be just right for me. Once I find the ONE I’m looking for, we head over to my house. We enter my home, and the first thing I do is change into something more comfortable. I put on a white see through tank top, you can see my nipples through it, and I put on my black leggings, that hugs my hips, and my ass soooo tight, that you can see my very thick, and shapely form crystal clear. Hello Kitty’s print is peeking through too! Now that I’m comfortable, I can give the ONE my full, and undivided attention. I’m so ready now, and my mouth is watering. I just can’t wait to taste it. We go into my room, I turn on the tv, and sit on the edge of the bed. I make sure the ONE is ready for me. I unzip him because I prefer it raw, and OMG!! He smells soooo good!!! I wrap my entire mouth around it, allowing it to go in as far as my throat will allow, the juices are flowing, melting in my mouth, and it tastes so damn good! I have been looking forward to this all day long. I’ve been craving this ALL DAY LONG!! With every taste it gets better, and better. I get more, AND more excited with every swallow because ONE tastes soooo good to me! I swallow it all, every single drop, and every single time. I’m addicted to the ONE, and it’s good for me. After I finished, I licked the remnants from around my mouth, and lips. The ONE left…

 

Bananas are my favorite! LOL!

Be well! 

Life

Her Process

13D807C3-C08A-4A08-A4C7-B7BD3ADAD0DA.jpegI love to write. As much as I love writing, I get writers block like many, and sometimes I don’t know what to write about. Even though I have all these different thoughts flipping through my mind, about what I could write about. Yet, I still come to a block. At this point, I know it’s time to close my eyes, dig deep, and envision myself laying out on a beautiful beach. A beautiful beach with breathtaking sand, and scenic views. I’m taking in the sounds of the ocean which is music to my ears. The sun is shining, and it’s warm. But, not too warm. The ocean waves are light, steady, and the water is calming. I can hear ppl talking a little bit, and enjoying themselves. I allow the beach to move me with the waves, in whichever direction it compels me. It’s serene, and hypnotic. The beach is one of the very few places, where I find solace. Yes I LOOOVVEEE the BEACH!!!! I want to savor every minute because I know it’ll be over soon. Boom…just like that, it’s over! I open my eyes. But I can see, and think much clearer now. I get my paper, and pen out of my drawer. I’m ready to write from a place of struggle, brokenness, love, and understanding. I’m ready to write from a place of growth, bravery, confidence, and assurance. I allow the words to fly out, and land wherever they may. Only I don’t just let the words fly out without creativity. I want to write something in such a way that ignites others to follow suit. I want to write something that will move them, and provoke them. I want to leave them in awe with shock value, unaware that such words, thoughts, and feelings resides within me. I want to get them to a place of thinking outside the box, and who knows?!! Maybe their current way of thinking will be a thing of the past. I know that in order to do this, I must go into the case of my soul, remove the safety, and empty the whole clip. My soul tells me what to write, and the beach just leads me to it. 

Blogging My Way. 

 

Life

Who Am I?

I spew a poisonous venom of hate so thick, that it ignites a cult of other poisonous snakes filled with venom, to follow suit. I enable them, and they return the favor. We continuously feed off of each other. I love to spit out raging fires of lies, and all the dragons believe me. They will follow me anywhere, so cluelessly unaware that I will turn on them at any given moment without warning. I’m ruthless, and reckless like that, and I love it. I control them. I am the fearless, cutthroat leader of the free jungle, and I will rule it however I see fit. I don’t focus on what’s right, or fair. But more on what’s radically right. If anyone disagrees with me, or is bold enough to go against me, then I will be forced to poke my beastly grizzly bear, out of hibernation. Once unleashed, he will wreak a havoc so loud, and so wild that all the jungles will hear it. We will fight until we win. It’s my way, or you will be banished from the jungle. 

Would you want to live in, and be a part of this jungle? 

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Life, Sex, Sexual assault

The Apparition is Still In The Room

Let’s get into this shall we?

I can’t believe I live in a world where Sexual Predators, Child Molestors, and Rapists are defended, and protected. Protection as solid as The Secret Service. I can’t believe I live in a world where little girls, little boys, men, and women who were unfortunately victims of sexual abuse are often shamed, ridiculed, criticized, and blamed. First of all, molestation has been running rampant since the beginning of time, in households, schools, and in churches. The very places that are supposed to be the most safest, and the most sacred. Sexual crimes have been, and are still being committed left, and right, by the very people who are supposed to be the most trustworthy. People like your Uncle, Aunt, Dad, Stepdad, Stepmom, Mother, Preacher, Priest, Teacher, Nun  Cousin, Family Friends, and others. Children are very trusting, and naive which makes them the perfect prey. They will believe just about anything you tell them to. They’re easily attracted to false promises, and shiny new toys. The Apparition that still parades around in the room is a generational, sick, dark, and twisted entity that nobody wants to admit they see nor do they want to talk about it. They see it, and it haunts them today. But, it needs to be cut off at the root. The root of a long pattern of ongoing unaddressed sexual abuse, lies, deceit, and silence. The root of turning the other cheek, and sweeping things under the rug. There is only so much covering up one can do before everything under the rug is exposed. It needs to be exposed. It has to be exposed. However, we need to create a more comfortable space where it can be exposed. Where we encourage it to be exposed. Can you imagine being a scared young girl, or young boy being touched inappropriately, or penetrated even, by a family member? I can’t. I can’t imagine it. I’m disgusted by it actually, and I don’t want to because it’s way too hard. So, if I can’t even imagine it? My God, What it must’ve been like to have actually experienced it, and to have lived it. Sexual Predators are colorless, and moneyless to me. You really could be Black, White, Yellow, or Purple. You really could have a BILLION dollars!! I just see a sick individual who needs to be held accountable. In fact, the whole entire lineage needs to be held accountable, or the Apparition will continue to linger around in the room. 

When any person conjures up enough strength to come forward to speak their haunting truth about any kind of sexual abuse, or sexual harassment, we should ALWAYS take them seriously. We should ALWAYS investigate each, and every time. We should ALWAYS listen!! 

 

Be Well! 

Life

My 2 Raw Truths

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Photo taken September 2018

Perfection

When I was younger, I wanted to be perfect so bad! I wanted to have the perfect body, the perfect skin, and the perfect life. Now, I want no parts of it. I run from it. I always say, “I’m not perfect, and I never want to be.” It’s soooo true for me. Being imperfect keeps me real, humble, and down to earth which is everything I need to be. Everything I strive to be. Everything I want to be. I want to embody what’s real, and true. Perfect doesn’t exist, and it never did. What was I chasing? Why did I want to be so perfect? Why couldn’t I embrace my flaws, and imperfections? I looked in the mirror, and I saw this face that I hated. I hated my acne riddled skin. I hated my hair. I hated my nose, and my eyes. Hate is such a strong word, I know. But it’s what I felt at the time. I kept wishing I was someone else other than myself. If you had asked me back then, “Linnea, name one thing you like about yourself.” I would’ve drawn a huge blank. Ask me that same question today, and I’ll name 10 things before you even finish your sentence. I embrace every single flaw, and they’re what makes me…ME! See, the world is not with me whenever I’m looking into my mirror. I’m alone which is why it’s so important that I like/love what I see. I have to live with myself. I now know, and understand that PERFECT was always a figment of my imagination. I was on a dead end road, on a journey to perfection. A road that ultimately leaded me nowhere, and ended in disappointment. I set myself up for it though. I wasted so much time trying to be something I would never be. Perfect just doesn’t exist in any way, shape, or form in my world. In fact, it doesn’t exist in any world. 

Self Doubt

I have self doubt sometimes. Sometimes I’m not sure if what I’m doing is right. Sometimes I’m not sure if people will like what I do, or say. Sometimes I wonder if it’s too little, or too much. Even with this blog, and my social media outlets. I question whether I should even be doing this. I ask myself, Why? Then, I remember why. But it’s MY WHY. I remember that I’m not doing this for anyone other than myself, and if people get something from my writings, my posts, my words, my stories, my life. That would be a WELCOMED added bonus for me!! I remember that MY WHY is what makes me happy. It’s what curves my anxiety because I can express myself in the ways that I want to, and it makes me happy. Ways that are acceptable to me. I remember that I have to please myself, and do what’s right for me whether it be received, or not. Some might view it as a risk. A risk I’m willing to gladly take. If I keep doubting myself, then I won’t get very far at all. I have to live in my truth, and do what I want. I can never allow doubt inside because it will never leave. It’ll get comfortable, and keep me complacent. I can never sacrifice my dreams, visions, plans, and goals for doubts. That would be an epic fail on my part. Doubt is so powerful, and it hinders many people. If you are doubting yourself, remember YOUR why. 

Be well:)