Sapphire DeBrown
Bio
Thanks for stopping by! I’m a mother of 4 with a passion for writing stories and poems. I have a variety of content, and I hope you find something to enjoy ❤️
Stories (7/0)
Malik Needs A Freak
Malik was growing more and more frustrated. Every night it was the same old routine. Take off clothes, turn out the lights, get in bed, get on top of her, 7 minutes of slow boring missionary, roll over, go to sleep. Blah, blah, blah. He loved his wife Trina and she knew how to please him in every way...except sexually. She was a virgin until their wedding night and had unrealistic fairytale ideas about sex. Trina enjoyed making love like the people did in sappy romantic movies, but Malik was not satisfied because he wanted to fuck.
By Sapphire DeBrown2 years ago in Filthy
The System
Candace put her hands over her ears at the sound of the morning trumpet. It seemed as if she just closed her eyes to sleep, and now it was time to get up again. She jumped off her bunk and joined the others as they shuffled to breakfast. Normally she wouldn’t be this excited, but this will be her first day as an administrator. This new position means better living quarters and rations for her family. She promised her dying father that she would take care of her grandmother and sister, and she was a woman of her word.
By Sapphire DeBrown3 years ago in Fiction
This is Why I Don't Drink
My heart was beating out of my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. I don't know how I let my friends talk me into this. I suppose it is my fault since I confessed I had never been on an actual date before. Normally I wouldn't offer up that type of information, but this ground-breaking confession happened during a drunken game of 'Never Have I Ever'. I should also point out that was the first time I had ever drank alcohol. You may think this news is not that alarming, but I should probably tell you that I am 25 years old. Pathetic right? I know.
By Sapphire DeBrown3 years ago in Confessions
The Fight Inside
The screeching of the alarm clock pierces the stone cold silence of the early morning. As soon as I reach over to turn it off, my brain begins to start the battle of the day. The battle is always the same and always different. A so-called 'normal person' would be confused by that statement, but people with Bipolar Disorder understand very well. Part of me wants to get up, shower, eat breakfast and get ready to face the day. Another part of me wants to lay in bed and think about how awful my week was, and wonder if today will be more of the same. Should I just get up and do everything I can to have a wonderful and fulfilling day? Or should I just lay in bed all day with the curtains drawn, and not even give myself a chance to screw things up again?
By Sapphire DeBrown3 years ago in Psyche
