Rebecca Chesbrough
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A mother of 8 children. Love to express myself through art and the only way I can paint the picture is through my words. Love to think outside the box of each of my tingling emotions.
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Fuck it. Fuck YOU
I fell hard with my heart. Legs weak trusting you would catch me. For year after year no matter the thick or thin you caught me. You clung to me. Had my everything focused on the one and only.. You. And then your road didn't merge with mine. You up and disappeared.
By Rebecca Chesbrough5 years ago in Humans
The Depths of Touch
Sitting alone wanting the touch of his image to come to reality. So the image will do. For now. In the dark hours my eyes roll and close as I slowly release my breath. Waiting.. my body throbs for a response. He growls with the deep voice telling me what I want to hear. As the conversation goes on, entanglements of thoughts cross my mind. Of how I long for him to grip me. How I want him to lift me to the Heavens and have me crash down on the bed while doing hellish acts. Pressure to want to lung through and cross paths. Patience is running low as I think of the movie about to begin. The movie plays like a dream. Lifted by the clouds in thought. As he grabs and grips onto the curves of my hips to lift me onto him, I feel him grow. He places me down and the animal comes out of both souls.
By Rebecca Chesbrough5 years ago in Filthy
