I wasn’t sure what to write this week, but then I read some other Wicked Wednesday entries and a phrase jumped out at me. It got me thinking… why do I need kink and pain? What do I get out of it?
This week’s prompt is about strangers and it got me thinking about how you can get to know someone online, when you can’t hear their intonation, nuances and subtleties and it’s easy to miss context.
This week’s Wicked Wednesday post got something moving in the recesses of my brain… “write a sexy story about a haunted house….” I guess it’s not so much a haunted house but the haunting of my brain in the small hours. And they say that truth is stranger than fiction but simultaneously that fiction is a lie. So how much of the following is truth and how much is fiction is up to you…
My head is all over the place and I’m listening to a lot of music to drown out the additional noise in my brain. But fleeting lyrics occur and become ear worms until I’ve hunted down the songs and listened.
Here’s just a sample from my past week. The lines I’ve picked out seem to be the most relevant of the lyrics, the bits that resonate, whether in context or not and they won’t leave me alone, until I’ve indulged them…
“You should have fucked her,” I told TSH.
“I know,” he replied, a twinge of sadness passing across his face. “But I’d have beaten myself up about it afterwards. It’d make me a hypocrite and I’d have felt guilty.”