Erotica: Intruder

He walked right in. He was glad the door was unlocked. He didn’t knock, just walked right in like he owned the place. He made sure to lock the door behind him, though. He marched down the hall to the living room quietly, but directly. He didn’t care if she ran or tried to escape. He didn’t care if she screamed. He had wanted to do this for a long time, now, and he knew she wanted it, too.

He reached the living room, but it was empty. The television was on, but no one was there. Where is she, he wondered. As if in answer to his thoughts he heard something get knocked over in the kitchen behind him. He chuckled. She had no idea who was in the house and had probably gone to the kitchen to grab one of the kitchen knives.

She poked her head around the kitchen door peering into the living room, trying to adjust to the subdued lighting. She could still see his shadow, sitting on the couch in front of the television. Maybe he didn’t hear me, she thought. She couldn’t make out whether or not she knew him but didn’t want to take any chances. Whoever he was was in her home uninvited.

Erotica: A Night in a Hotel Suite

Mm, I love having her wear that little skirt for me. I force her to bend over my desk for being such a naughty girl and spank her sexy ass. I run my tongue up her inner thighs.

Religion and Sex

My topics of interest today are religion AND sex. Hm, interesting how having those two words in the same sentence makes many of you uncomfortable. My intention is purely to open people’s minds and I mean no offence in anything I write. Now that I got the disclaimer out of the way I hope you’ve decided to read on.

Erotica: The Weekend

She was being stalked. She knew it, but couldn’t prove it. It was subtle things like the colour of the car always parked on her street that had never been there before. Sure it could be new neighbours, but she hadn’t seen anyone move in or out recently. It was the odd postcards she was receiving. They weren’t addressed directly to her, but she’d been living in the same place for 5 years now. It was the occasional single red rose left in the handle of her front door in the mornings. Maybe a secret admirer, but that’s not what it felt like. She would walk to work with her keys between her fingers and most of the time she’d receive a ride home. It wasn’t usually too late but now with winter drawing nearer, it was getting darker earlier.
           
It was Friday, the end of the week finally. It had been a tougher week at work than usual. More cranky clients, more work, tighter deadlines (mostly because she’d procrastinated last week), all-in-all she was glad to be done for the weekend. Fridays were the only days her rides weren’t secured and this Friday she had none. It was a little later than usual but she was finally done for the night, the weekend. She grabbed her coat and headed home. It wasn’t a far walk and tonight was a rather nice night. She was feeling rather liberated, she finished everything and so there was nothing to weigh her mind down this weekend. She didn’t have plans, but that didn’t bother her any. She wasn’t paying attention, not like usual.

All-Hallows Eve

As promised, tonight I will be discussing Wicca. I find it fitting to be writing about Wicca tonight as this is one of the main Sabbaths of Wicca, most commonly referred to as Samhain. All-Hallows Eve, Halloween, and Feast of Apples are just some of the names this Sabbath is also referred to as. Unfortunately, Wicca is a very broad subject and it’s unlikely I can cover absolutely ever aspect in one blog posting. I will do my best to give a general overview as well as what Wicca means to me. Everyone has their own views and opinions of this, as well as, many other religions and I have no intention of trying to change yours. This blog is merely for informational purposes. My only goal is to enlighten, inspire, and open people’s minds.

Erotica: A Submissive's Punishment

I realize I’ve been pushing my limits quite a bit, but until this afternoon when we spoke on the phone I didn’t realize how far I’d gone. I could tell from your voice that you were displeased with me. I figure that perhaps I could make things better by fixing you a marvellous dinner. Part of me is hoping that it will eliminate the punishment of which I’m sure you’ve already decided on. I begin preparing your favourite meal.

I’m almost done when I hear you come in. I clean off my hands and greet you with a smile and a kiss. “I’m making you your favourite,” I tell you quite sure you can smell the delicious aroma. You say nothing, only nod in acknowledgement. That’s not a good sign. I begin to grow anxious.

Communication

I’ve received a comment requesting that I write about Wicca. I will, but I had a thought cross my mind that I really wanted to discuss, first. That thought is the way we, as a whole, communicate with each other. It used to be that the only ways to communicate were in person or by hand written letters. With the advances in technology happening everywhere and so quickly, communication is turning into an impersonal way to speak to each other.  People are losing touch with each other,

My Beliefs

I am an Earthbound Angel and with such a title there's a lot to explain. My belief is that we are all here for a reason. We have a lesson to learn, goal to fulfill, or just knowledge to gain. If we can pay attention the universe will be right there to help us when we need it.