Most recently published stories in Humans.
- Top Story - November 2017
Intimate Ways Women Want To Be Touched (That Have Nothing To Do With Sex)
Sex is a strange thing. As someone who has spent a large chunk of their life doing it for a living, I can safely say that some of the most intimate, sexual and satisfying things for me don’t involve a penis entering me.
The End of Dating for Me!
I am 61-years-old. I wish that I had a fascinating story to tell you, but I don't have one. I have seen things and been through things that no one cares to hear about. So, I will concentrate on talking about the imaginary — my dating life.
Something About Your Love
When you want to say goodbye but you don't want to, you have to face the reality that you need to force yourself to leave for the better. You want to see the sunrise in the mornings but instead you only see your shadow from the cloud. It seems to never go away, it is there from dusk till dawn.
From Fairytale to Nightmare What started off as a beautiful, romantic fairytale love story, turned into a horrifying and devastating nightmare.
What I Would Tell You
It started when you first told me you found a job in a city an hour away. Knowing you were going to be apart from me hurt. We had a plan, you would stay for me since I had 8 months left of school and then the next year I would follow you where ever you wanted to go. You messed up the plan and so I had to make a new one. I planned it out so that it would work I mean you were only an hour away and if I needed you I could see you. Plus I would see you every weekend and once the 8 months was over I could move near you. It hurt but I believed we would survive until you told me you were leaving to work up north.
Sex and the City Plus Kids
It may be a while since you have dated, or you may be new to the single mummy dating scene but rest assured we have you covered! Dig out the clothes that aren't covered in dried Heinz tomato soup and get some lipstick on! You will probably want to go home after an hour but dating is a good way to fill up one's time on occasion, plus it's a chance to talk about current events instead of your child's invisible best friend Rosie. Make sure to have several Nesquick bars stuffed into your handbag just in case he takes you somewhere quirky (read: tiny food portions) and don't forget to put on deodorant (sometimes I don't bother, he can like it or lump it).
It hurt. Like the splintering of a thousand pieces of glass at her fingertips. The resounding echo of slammed doors that pierced through her and lodged deep within her mourning heart. To say it hurt was an understatement.
The Types of Men that Won't Date Single Mothers
When you are dating, you have a set list of preferences in your head. It could be "tall" "nice career" "non smoker." However, we sometimes meet someone who doesn't fit the mould and somehow we find ourselves attracted to them, despite our "checklist."
Love Will Save Our Society
Why can't we all be friendly towards one another? It sounds cliché but I would genuinely like to know. Many humans cannot resist causing misfortune to others. Why can't people discern that we are all simply trying to live our lives as we determine? Everyone has issues in their lives so why make it difficult for someone else? We are all part of this non compos mentis society, so why not begin loving one another in order to ease the pain of the madness which surrounds us? If we all showed compassion along with wisdom and appreciation, society would be much better off.
No Matter What He Did, Forgive Him
Let's be honest. Woman to woman. Single mum to single mum. More often than not he did you wrong. He hurt you in ways that you could only imagine a person could be hurt. Maybe you hurt him, too. Maybe you spent a decade or more hurting each other. Maybe he hurt you because he left. Maybe he cheated on you when he promised you were the only one for him. Maybe he was abusive. Maybe he took your identity and ripped it to shreds. This story is for anyone who's been abused, this story is for anyone who sits alone at night filled with resentment.
My Blue Eyed Girl
You will always be my blue eyed girl. My Blue Eyed Girl She was my unexpected love. Who was she? How did she come to be? What did she feel when she first laid eyes on me? Until this day, I still don't know how she felt the first time she looked at me or how she came to be or who she truly was. All I know is that the first time I laid eyes on those beautiful blue eyes, those "butterfly" feelings you get in the pit of your stomach hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart raced. Breathing was heavy. My brain running wild. Every emotion was just... lost. It was all lost because of her. Those deep blue eyes made my whole world stop. Just for a brief moment, all I saw was her sitting across from and me standing, laughing like an idiot. WHO WAS SHE?
I was lying there on my back staring at your ceiling. My wrists burned from how tight you'd fastened them to the metal part of your bed frame and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure what to do next. I felt nothing. Not the kind of nothing where you're going through a depressive episode and you feel like nothing kind of nothing. I could not feel a single thing. I didn't feel cold. I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel scared. I felt nothing and in that moment I truly got to experience what being dead felt like. It's an empty abyss with nowhere to go and you don't feel a thing, but you keep waiting for something to happen and it never ever does. You just die. You can't hear anything. Every sound collides together so fast that you can't hear it. For a while, I stayed there thinking I was screaming. I started hearing myself repeat the same line over and over and over and over again. "STOP PLEASE THIS HURTS" "PLEASE STOP" "PLEASE..."