too busy

constantly thinking of sex and murder to really update with much.

been done

i actually got some writing done yesterday.  even while watching dexter on tv.  i’m currently writing my second ending but i’m stuck on the part before.

and i need to pick a nice sex toy to use as a surprise for one of the characters.

xx

lazy

i feel really lazy today. and cold.

i need to get back into the habit of writing. and i need to search for a publisher for some of my hot sex short stories.

dreaming

of a nice

big cock

moving

in and out

of me

 

feeling it

inside

burning

and sissling

within….

Oh Baby

SEX is stuck in my head.  I can’t find a way to let this tension go!

And I’ve been extremely busy with something else.  I seem to be getting a little crypic.

Need to get back to writing my novel and work on some poetry.

It’s my stepdad’s birhtday, so him and my momma have gone out for a romantic meal.

busybusybusy

trying to be creative.  it is a very hot 15 deg c.  don’t know what to update with.  i haven’t even looked at the novel in a few days but today is quite busy so maybe on sunday – definately monday.

do you think that you can accidentally kill someone??

Short Horror

I wrote this little short story last week.  It was inspired by a “PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE PIGEONS” sign which I see when I am walking home.  I don’t know any horror magazines to submit this too, and I’m not sure if I could develop it into something longer.

 

SIGNS

 

I wish the nurse had left that other blanket over me.  It’s freezing cold in here; I can hear the rain hitting the window panes. 

 

I’m sitting here in my own hospital room; in the dark.

 

I think I scare the other patients.  That’s why they gave me my own room.

 

Only last week it was bright and sunny. 

 

Last Sunday. 

 

It must be Sunday today. 

 

The nurse asked if I wanted the Sunday Papers read to me; like I’m interested in all that political bullshit right now.

 

Only last week I was a normal twenty year old enjoying the warmth of the sun in my local park.

 

The freshly cut grass tickling my feet between the straps of my brand new gladiator style sandals.

 

And now I’m stuck in the dark.

 

That sign always disturbed me. 

 

“Do Not Feed The Pigeons”

 

It always seemed stupid.  Why not feed animals?  Would it really be that dangerous?

 

I guess so.  That is why I’m here in this freezing cold hospital room.

 

Why didn’t that nurse leave that blanket behind?  Doesn’t she realise how cold it is?

 

Only last week I was walking through the park.  I had a bag of stale bread with me. 

 

I remember the cooling wind blowing my new blue and purple maxi dress around my ankles as I swung the bag at my side.

 

My face is covered with bandages now.

 

Only seven short days ago, I was breaking the rules in my local park. 

 

Feeding the pigeons old scraps of bread.  What could be so wrong?

 

I was only feeding some little animals.

 

And I got my eyes plucked out of my head.

 

In a park packed full of other people enjoying the sun; no one came to my rescue.

 

No one.

 

Those fucking pigeons just ripped my eyeballs out of my sockets, and snipped them off the cords. 

 

Smart bastards!

 

The left one, then the right one.

 

I couldn’t do anything.  I was so shocked that something like this could happen to me.  In a park full of strangers no one helped.

 

And now I am stuck in this cold and dark hospital room with bandages covering my eyeless sockets.

 

Maybe I should have paid attention to the fucking signs.

 

 

Please let me know if you like/love/hate it.

Any critism is very welcome.

Gia

going to try

and make some gorgeous sexy erotic poetry or maybe some short stories.  my mom will be starting her new job tomorrow so I will be mostly alone all day.  I should be able to get lots of writing or cleaning done.  Writing is more likely than cleaning.

It is very windy outside right now.  It’s not really cold but the wind is very strong.  But this city is nickednamed Windy Wellington.  And it seems to be raining aswell. 

I dyed my hair a gorgeous shade of red today.  Didn’t leave a single drop of dye anywhere in the bathroom or the rest of the house.  I even washed the towel straight after.

Still thinkinh about what toy I should get.  I might buy something in a couple months.  I want to make sure that we won’t be moving to another place. 

I’ll put another update up tomorrow.

starved for sex

I think I am starving myself of sex.  I have no toys to play with. I need to wake up a few of my muses. They’ve been quite lazy in the last month.

Injured

Erotic Poem

http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Poetry/1469/Injured.aspx