CONTENT WARNING: Dystopian fiction. Themes some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion advised. YEAR: 2420 He makes me from the hologram. His perfect woman. Dark hair, flowing just past the breasts. The breasts are full and perky. Small waist, rounded hips, cute perky butt. I watch through the binary coding as he's sat on his …
CONTENT NOTE: This was a post that I wrote and published last year but somehow ended up back in my drafts. Ahh technology and its quirks! Either way, enjoy! V x Picture this: I begin to stir, heavy lidded and half asleep. It's still pitch dark outside and I roll over to my boyfriend. He …
Finding what brings me back to reality when really anxious has been a labour of love over the years. Therapy helped me find coping mechanisms that encourage my creative side, while medication helped bring me back when I was too far gone for pretty coloured wrapping paper alone to calm me down. As time's gone …
I'm not ashamed of my sexuality. Well, at least not anymore. But as far as shouting from the rooftops that my sexual orientation a little more fluid than I originally would say a year ago, isn't something I do in my everyday life. Aside from not seeing it as something I need to constantly mention …
This is the hand of a man I love. This the hand of a man who, I'm so lucky, loves me. This is the hand of a man that has guided me, protected me and shown me what unconditional love really means. This is the hand of a man who has stared deep into my …
Becoming Violet Grey 