I am insatiable in an unsatisfying world. I live for the short moments of ecstasy and crave those lasting deep connections that leave you breathless, daily. I find it hard to reconcile that to be successful, strong, connected, and learned, I must put away the desires that burn within me. I've been told for years that it will fade with time, or time spent with one person. Sure, it fades. For others. It burns just as brightly for me. I tire of feeling out of place, as though everyone around me is at a slower pace and all I can do is resign myself to the same fate. I fight that fate, and much as I wish I could just give in and be a docile middle-aged woman, it will never happen. I've realized that about myself at least. I will remain vivacious and open, thrilled with child-like wonder at the small amazement in life, and yet capable and decisive at the helm professionally. That paradox is simply me. It doesn't make me immature, and it doesn't make me ineffective, much as I feel the need to hide it and keep it on simmer under the surface, on the contrary, I believe it is my strength. I want powerful and poignant passion, with that transcendent connection that comes from a meeting of body and mind in pure carnal delight that touches the depths of my psyche. Too much? We'll see. The quest continues. Writing is an integral part of my life in many genres, erotica being one of them. Perhaps my gateway to the world I wish I were in, or my pathway through fantasies that are less than acceptable in the circles I am in. At times I write prolifically; other times I seldom pick up the pen or touch my fingers to the keyboard. Criticism is welcome, especially when constructive. Ideas are always welcome, I'm usually best when expounding on an idea someone else gave me. If you have questions or would like a conversation, feel free to say hello. |
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