It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

I am Enough.

Can you love me?

Can you make me feel beautiful?

Can you hold me?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?

I want to fall in love.

I want to love & be loved.

blah, blah, blah…

Screw that.

Coming Down Off You

One hit was all it took; you’ve got me hooked

And how could I resist once I know how it feels to feel like this?

Only You

One thought

One kiss

Triggers the mind & forgets all consequence

One nibble

One lick

Marked necks & sore lips

Sensuality

 Many people are attractive but not too many people are sexy. I wear my sex appeal in my dark red lipstick, my femininity with a bat of my eyelashes, my sensuality with the coming together and parting of my lips. You see my sexuality in the sway in my strut, the softness in my touch, the song in my voice and the perfume in my skin. It’s a confidence, a personality; it’s a way of being.– Erika Fuego

All of him

All of him

She watched him as he lied there. She couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel if she lied her body over his. Her softness against his hardness. Her heart against his. Racing, jumping, throbbing, aching… about to explode.

The Broken Girl

The Broken Girl

She felt an emptiness. A Brokenness. A feeling of incompleteness. She always did. Ever since she was a little girl she felt trapped. She saw the world & it seemed so vast, so cold that she wanted nothing more than to not be a part of it. Even at such a young age she understood that there was so much more to life than this.

Who You Are: A Message To All Women