Eveline Bright
Stories (4/0)
Whimsy
She wanted to be good, she really did but it was a struggle every minute of every day because she wanted to be satisfied constantly. She knew that it didn't make sense, all through her childhood she had been taught that affection was obsolete. Her parents rarely appeared more than friends residing in the same house. Her father paid the bills and then some. Her mother was able to purchase anything she wanted to, within reason. They weren't super rich but they didn't have to worry about pounds and pennies on a daily basis. Her father showed love to her and her mother regularly even effusively, her mother, however, only showed love to her own brother and mother. So given all that, she didn't understand her keenly developed sense of desire. It wasn't reliable though or predictable. Either she wanted, ached for passion, or she wanted nothing. When it was absent she collapsed down into herself, somewhat akin to a hedgehog defending itself she was spiky and cross with anyone who tried to get close.
By Eveline Bright3 years ago in Humans
Searching for perfection
Walking aimlessly around became my daily ritual. Sex had been an obscenely important part of everything. During my marriage, a traditional position and a very rare occurrence was all I knew of sex. But I had strayed, I’d taken lovers who had shown me a cornucopia of pleasure, through positions, to relaxation, to the height of orgasm and beyond. It hadn't always been that way. In fact, I was the ugly duckling for the early years of being a grown up. In fact, I was the victim of the family from hell. Criticised constantly, I had been the fat brat, the ugly one and the drain on all the resources which were due only to the three piece family who had entrapped my father when he was at his lowest.
By Eveline Bright3 years ago in Humans
Whimsy
She wanted to be good, she really did but it was a struggle every minute of every day because she wanted to be satisfied constantly. She knew that it didn't make sense, all through her childhood she had been taught that affection was obsolete. Her parents rarely appeared more than friends residing in the same house. Her father paid the bills and then some. Her mother was able to purchase anything she wanted to, within reason. They weren't super rich but they didn't have to worry about pounds and pennies on a daily basis. Her father showed love to her and her mother regularly even effusively, her mother, however, only showed love to her own brother and mother. So given all that, she didn't understand her keenly developed sense of desire. It wasn't reliable though or predictable. Either she wanted, ached for passion, or she wanted nothing. When it was absent she collapsed down into herself, somewhat akin to a hedgehog defending itself she was spiky and cross with anyone who tried to get close.
By Eveline Bright3 years ago in Humans
Futitlity
Battered, blistered,bashed and boiled, I am still here. My story is no more important than yours, I refuse to give in, I will fight it all. My time here is a constant struggle. I have no idea why I would want to continue, except that I am compelled so to do.
By Eveline Bright3 years ago in Poets