Fiction

There's nothing like fiction, telling the story how it happened or didn't happen or making one of your own up. One of favorite ways to hear a bit of fact or fiction from a book, magazine or newspaper is when someone reads it to me... so here's a 300 from the archives about reading a bit of fiction.

Do you like to read? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Read to me

1-5-2011

Read to me. Of course I could read to myself. But it’s what I prefer. I prefer to listen while you read. You know how I love it when you do read aloud. I’m not sure what it is but there’s something about the way a man's voice sounds. And there’s so much passion behind your words when you say them. Besides, I’d love to hear what you’ve been immersed in. If you won’t read it to me then tell me a little about this book. This book that captures your attention while we sit here and say nothing. Oh I see. Is it interesting? Yes, I have read it before. But I’m asking what you think. I want to know what the story is like through your eyes. How does it make you feel? Tell me… are you enjoying it? No, Honey. Shh. Not like that. Please stop. Just… That’s not the point. Keep reading the book. I don’t want to read it again. Although the idea of listening to you read it aloud sounds much better. Please, will you read it to me? The sound of your voice calms me. And it’s such a lovely story. Speak and let your lovely voice carry the words to my ears. And you can make yourself comfortable. Like? Well, you could lay your head on me and kick up your feet on the edge of the chair. Then I’ll rub your neck while you tell me the story. Why? So you can relax while you’re reading. Don’t you want to? I can see that you do. How? Lower the book. Now look me in the eye and tell me otherwise. See, you can’t. Darling, come on. You know you want to give in. Tell me a story. Please. Read to me?

Glitter

A life without glitter is no life at all 

~ Toni Collette.

Everyone deserves to sparkle and shine. Love yourself and let it shine out like glitter on your face. 

Kisses, m.

PC: Rumi & Kozdra

Grapefruit

Eating alot of fruit and veggies is one of the few really great habits i picked up while I was a vegetarian that has stayed with me. Not to mention its amazing for healing and caring for your skin. I know when I eat a lot of grapefruit my complexion is absolutely radiant. Sometimes its fun to share your fruit and veggies...  Here's a new 300 from the next series. 

Do you share your fruit or veggies? 

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

Grapefruit

“Let me.” He says.

Pulling a part off a piece of grapefruit and lifting it toward my mouth he indicates to open. Parting my lips slowly & letting the juice spill as I take a bite. Just as I swallow a full bite he leans in to steal a kiss and taste the sweetness citrus juice on my lips.

“Delicious. More?” He teases with a smile. Taking another piece he runs it along my mouth, letting the juice spill down my chin. With a finger he wipes away the juice and presses it toward my mouth. Gently sucking his finger until the taste is gone, I open to release and take in another slice of grapefruit. Without words he follows again with another kiss. Then places my hands on the fruit.

“My turn.” He indicates that he wants me to feed him. Pulling my hands he presses and guides them to pull apart the remaining portions of grapefruit. Much larger than the previous pieces, he uses his hands to help me. Lifting the fruit to his mouth I squeeze it, letting him drink the spilling juice. After it spills on his face he pulls it toward his mouth to suck on it then eat it from my hand. Roughly he takes me and kisses my face. The grapefruit pulp and juice spills on my face and into my mouth. Tasting his kiss, I release and pause before feeding him the remaining smaller piece.

“More?” he says voraciously wanting another kiss but I resist with a smile. Gently I slice another grapefruit in half and let him wait. Wanting him to beg for it, I wait. With a smile he wipes his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Carefully I seperate the juicy fruit into pieces.

“Let Me.” I tell him.

Want Love

Everyone wants love yet they're afraid of it. We're all afraid to open up, be vulnerable & say to someone: you know what, I adore you, I love you & I’m afraid you might leave me one day.  

But I say it to people anyway. Some have left. Some have stayed. Either way... it isn't about me. 

I still adore them and love the people that come and go in my life. Do I always like them? No not always. You don't have to like the people you love or adore all the time. Why? Loving others isn't about them. It's about us. 

Buddhism helps me a great deal with the attachment part of my relationships & friendships. I can't say it's easy to see people go but I know their journey has to take them away from mine. Practicing non-attachment does soften the departures. 

You want love? Let yourself be loved by others and love others in return without expectation. Then you will have love. It's not always about romance and love affairs. Not everyone will love you back. Just know that love is there everyday. Everyone has the potential to feel it. It's up to you to be open to it. 

Receive love. Give love. Share love. Be love. 

Kisses! 

~m.

Grab

Being yourself and giving no fucks to anyone's perception is the ultimate way to live. I'm not saying it gives you license to be a dick. I'm saying it's ok to tell off anyone who tells you to change. They're the one with the problem with you, not you. The right people love you as is and your flaws. If you want to be better change for yourself, not to win acceptance. Because those who accept you will never need to be won over. Being true to yourself is the sexiest thing anyone can do!

Do grab a hold of yourself and be you? 

Here's an excerpt from my novel... about that it'll be out later this year. 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Grab

“She's so busy trying to be a better version of me that she fails to realize that he's rejected the best version of me for a version of her. It was never me, always her.

In reality, to get & keep that man... all she really needs to do to is grab a hold of herself and stop trying to being me. Because me, that's something he does not want.

It's something I silently wonder as I watch her change herself to be me again as he walks away.”

- jemma - the perspectives

Photo Credit: Terry Richardson