Let's see... you were at one of your lesser gentleman's clubs and you got 'pimped'...your words....not mine. You claim that the word has gone out among the girls at all the sister clubs that you are to

I only come here when I miss it. Not regularly. Not often. But when I do, this is where I come. How ironic that a creature of the night, should come to a place of darkness so she can see the light. I stood

Notes to Stephan.... Now that you are back in front of the plantation begging the pimps to buy your chains back...allow me to be blunt regarding the girls of this 'gentleman's club'. You have a target

Greetings Steemians, Past time to introduce myself as I have been posting for about 18 days or so. Here goes.... Much to my shock I find myself at a major crossroad. Where I live, acquaintances I thought

Today I went to the house of the proctor who lives in the lighthouse overlooking the bay. I greeted his attendant silently, we are not allowed to speak to one another, and went around back to the corral.

My proctor is stern but I am the best servant she has ever had in the three hundred years she has lived. All the others proved not up to passing the test she gives in the first week of her employ. She

You are volunteering for a spectacular mauling Stephan . I hear you speak after tangling with the lionesses...in their den...those strippers in the gentleman's club...and after walking away...with THEIR

Letter to Stephan... regarding the two scalawags that totally occupy the space between your ears. First...she who must not be named. This particular female likes to overreact...in order to discipline your

Its chatter makes the monkey shine, of wings the angels sing. The opera of the whale is fine, so what makes man the king?

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I am sucking at the breast...watching her fidget...wanting her to look at me...me...but finding her attention wandering to what my brother would have looked like...what would he have been like...would

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Whose the favorite... sorry mommy... I was looking for my reflection in your eyes... why am I shaking? ‘cause I am trying to not to fall into your eyes… what? You want something

If I'm going to cast a wreath into the sea...mommie dearest is dead...its gotta be that way...its just not possible that we are going to the same place now...is it. I mean everyone else is sure that she

Who am I? Messenger...sent to remind my brothers and sisters that the breath of spirit trumps the fire next time... I am Unchanging spirit with endless bodies seeking only to let go of the all false narratives

I am no Harrison Ford fan. For me...Regarding Henry will always be his apex and I can't really think of anything that comes close. Glad I was to see him die (not pleased to see him in the new blade runner