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Her Kink

Posted on December 15, 2017April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

“What’s your kink?” Steve asked. He was breathing heavily, lying on his back. His right hand was resting on his bare chest. She was lying on her side with her head on his shoulder. “I don’t really have any,” she said. She hated this conversation. They all asked. Every man she was ever with asked her this. Every single one...Read More

Lady Moth

Posted on February 2, 2017April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

Why are butterflies more beautiful than moths? With their loud colors, their sturdy wings, their pretentious stories of transformation as if that one time they changed was some grand accomplishment. The butterfly had no control over that change. It was a pregnancy, giving birth to herself. There is no talent or skill in giving birth. Your body takes over with...Read More

Charcoal Skies

Posted on June 20, 2016April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

The sky is charcoal grey with stars in every direction. In the distance, lightning flashes like an orange ball illuminating a low hanging clump of storm clouds. Cool air, smelling of salt and fish is tumbling around me pushing against my jacket, playing with my hair and lifting my skirt with unexpected gusts. I'm sitting on the beach with my...Read More

Sensual Anarchy

Posted on April 6, 2016April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

Your love is so cold and clothed. Your brutal indifference. I’m bringing needy back. It’s become such a curse, it’s a shame, to need someone. Why!? We want to be needed but we don’t want to need. Vulnerability is a dirty feeling, like insecurity and failure. No one will admit to disappointment. No one wants their imperfections shown. What a...Read More

He’s a Gardener

Posted on January 17, 2016May 23, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

“I’m a gardener.” He said, matter of factly, “I garden.” He was on the edge of the couch leaning over the coffee table, his knees pressed up against the edge. He was writing notes about something in his spiral notebook. He always wrote in pencil. His elbow rested on his knee and he didn’t look up at her. He kept...Read More

You Can Not Trust Your Eyes

Posted on January 11, 2016April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

She knows that she looks sweet. She looks tender. Pretty. There’s an innocence about mher that inspires you to let down your guard. You want to protect her. How kind. You should know, it’s too late for your protection. There is no part of her that has not suffered wounds. There is no real innocence left. She have seen darkness...Read More

A Reconnaissance For Love

Posted on August 23, 2015April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

There came a time when there was no part of him untouched by pain. Broken trust tightened his neck and made his eyes burn with suspicion. Deception weighed on his shoulders and back-- there was tightness to his movements. Hurtful words and abandonment made his stomach twisted and sick. What was worse than his own pain was knowing the pain...Read More

Peppermint Kisses

Posted on March 22, 2015April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs. His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside. I got to look in his light blue eyes again. He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips. "You've been gone so long I thought I'd never hear from you again." I said. He...Read More

He Is Her Rock

Posted on January 30, 2015April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

He is her rock, her security. He is the strong arms that held her while she cried when their son broke his legs skiing; the broad chest that cradled her closely dancing to their song at their daughter's wedding just as they had 30 years before at their own. He was her strength and courage in all the things she...Read More

He Wasn’t Prepared

Posted on November 27, 2014April 22, 2018 by Kitten Holiday

He was prepared for everything else, but not for this. He was prepared for hard work, for sacrifice, for long hours. He was prepared to do what’s right, what’s necessary, what no one else would do. He was prepared to go unnoticed, to get the blame, to go without. He was prepared for a fight, for war, for death. He...Read More