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Love you scribbles
Can't take the artist out of me, it's just another way for me to tell a story of mine.... 


If you interested in a scribbling partner. I'm not that good but have a vivid imagination.Thank you, sweetie..... I do really need to start scribbling again.....![]()
I needed a break from writing...... So the Bits and Pieces thread was born....Can't take the artist out of me, it's just another way for me to tell a story of mine....
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If you interested in a scribbling partner. I'm not that good but have a vivid imagination.






I've been writing a novel & I got bags & piles of scrap paper everywhere with all kinds of notes & words & thoughts. It's been like putting together a giant intricate jigsaw puzzle.

lol! Yea I have heard this from others also. I'm glad I don't have a smart phone, I think by now my thumbs would have fallen off.You should see the notes part on my smart phone, lol....![]()
lol! Yea I have heard this from others also. I'm glad I don't have a smart phone, I think by now my thumbs would have fallen off.![]()



Mmmmm...that is the way to watch football.

It's that sudden inner gasp.
I know her.
Stopping me
in my tracks.
Sudden guilt for not reaching
out.
Figurative/Literal
touch.
And then we clinch
and kiss
somewhere close to
each others lips.
Been so long baby,
been so long since we talked.
Not that I forget,
not that I remember
as often as I should.
But the hug makes it right,
time/timeless,
has meaning,
is meaningless.



I have missed you, the kiss subtly tells,
As the mind drifts back to all those passionate words shared...
Has it been that long???
No, that can't be,
Your touch is still fresh on my skin....
Is the the kiss
or the memory
of that kiss
that stretches timeless?
I know I didn't see you
yesterday,
but the memory
magic
of your lips on mine
is fresh
frequent in my mind.
Still, a kiss
is so much better
than a memory.


*enters quietly*
hello, lovely one.
i just wanted to bring a small gift for you, and to tell you that you are loved beyond measure. as always, you've made a beautiful post. i'll try to contribute something soon. be golden.
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*leaves quietly*


and I look forward to your lovely little gift.... KISSES.....


there's a new thread floating around the sandbox where you can post short fantasies. i was going to post this there, but then i remembered that i've been promising my lovely friend, for months, that i'd post something in her thread.
*leaves my post and a gift for JustEl before skating out quickly and quietly*
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I like the idea of having sex against the wall.
It's torrid. It's raw.
My back pressed firmly against the wall, my lover's breath arousing desire in the hollow of my neck. His mouth moving; sucking and whispering on that sensitive spot between my head and shoulders.
He lifts me off the ground, and my ankles lock around his waist possessively. My arms rest in the nook of his shoulders. I can feel the very tip of his member between my lips: growing with the need to have my inner muscles envelop him—holding him tightly.
With a slight shift of his pelvis, he guides himself inside my womb; pausing for a moment so that I can enjoy the fullness of him, and so that he can enjoy the warmth of my sex.
He's breathing: deeply and loudly as he pushes against me. Hard. Stroking bundles of fibers that I never knew I had. Each thrust more addictive than the last. I'm breathing: quickly and irregularly, whimpering against his rhythm. The expression on his face only adding to the lust as his body slaps against mine. He fucks me—I fuck him. It's relentless, and I love that.
He draws back, and tells me, with a grunt, that the soft mewling sounds I make are, "so fucking sexy." His lips catch mine in the sweetest, roughest kiss I could ever imagine. And here, kept within the limits of the wall and my lover, he delivers one powerful inward push.
Our bodies become taut and we explode: lost in the release. Shuddering, my legs are slowly and gently lowered to the floor. I smile at the gentle 'pop' of his softening erection slipping out of me.
We settle into a wave of quiet happiness; pressed against one another, kissing deeply and lovingly.
Damn, the ache between my thighs is a pleasant one.
Yeah.
I like the idea of having sex against the wall.
Always a pleasure reading your little scribbles.... Kisses, my dear muse..... 


Hi El - I'd never seen this thread before today. Inspiring Respy, Fool and others.
Not that I think it stacks up, but I'd like leave something here.
The image is etched on my brain
It brings me pleasure and pain
I can see you up on your knees
Whispering more, more - please
Your long fingers are roaming
The pillows catch the moaning
Your face is down in the bed
Breasts flushed shades of red
Blue panties are soaked wet
But you’re not nearly done yet
As your mind envisages our affair
The scent of your sex fills the air
It’s dark, deep and mutual ache
I almost feel your body’s quake
It’s been a hard earned release
I hope it brings you some peace
At least until next time


