Flashes of Ecstasy Sweat slicked skin against rough calloused fingers. A throaty moan, full lips parted. Heat blossoms. A pinch here, a tug there and never-ending swirls below. Every inch licked and nibbled burns in memory. Thoughts scatter, two bodies collide. Legs shake, blood rushes and a gasp gives way to a groan. The sound of a deep inhale, weight of a form covering a soul.Read More →

One of the things that has helped me manage my depression and anxiety the most is paying attention and living by my values. I want to live my life for FUN and JOY and not have a job that sucks the soul from my days. I want my life to be something I love and something that honors what I need. Some of that is needing extra lounging time on bad days, some of that is needing to be able to say fuck the dishes and play with my son instead. Last year, following my values was becoming a self published erotica writer. It wasRead More →

It seems to be a very common thing for people with depression to be creative. Or maybe creativity breads depression. Whatever it is, it has often been said that many people are more creative when they are depressed. I’ve read accounts of people who have gone on antidepressants and hated them because they were no longer creative. This is not the case for me. I have clinical depression and a panic disorder. I waffle between being sad and lethargic and feeling afraid of everything. I am on medication and I am managing well (for the most part). But recently, I developed a tolerance to myRead More →