Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Friday, June 16, 2017



Waiting is an interesting thing. To most people we expect things on command because automation has limited our patience. Sometimes waiting is quite difficult but pleasurable because knowing the gratifying outcome is delayed and completely out of our control. Patience is a virtue, dolls and kens. Here's a new older 300 from Hair.

Do you enjoy making people wait? Or do you enjoy waiting? 

Kisses, m.



“Flip your hair back,” he says with a smirk and a few winks of his right eye, “it’ll be our little secret.”


“Will it now?” I give him the slightest hint of resistance before tilting my head forward and flipping back my long dark brown locks. There’s nothing quite as pleasurable as seeing the look of satisfaction on his face when he takes command of things


“Now what?” I press for further instructions. 


“Don’t speak unless I tell you to or I’ll make sure you can’t.” he waves the silk scarf to remind me what happens when I misbehave. Without a further word he sits there and thinks. Looking me up and down he pauses then motions me to flip my hair again. Complying with his wishes I flip my hair and follow up with a twirl of my head. It’s enough to get him to respond. “Don’t improvise or you’ll be punished.”


Before I can say a thing he quickly races to my side and clamps a hand across my mouth forcing my syllables to sound like a moan. “hmmmphmmm.”


Shhh. That smart mouth will get you a longer wait. Honestly, love do you want to wait any longer?” his question is hurtful because he knows I hate waiting but I will. 


Shaking my head to indicate a “no” within the firm grip of his hands, I submit. His hands loosen their hold on my mouth and run across my jaw to lift my mouth to his for a kiss. Tasting his kiss, I kiss him back instinctively. He stops and pulls back to look me in the eyes. The scolding is silent but speaks volumes as he leans in kissing me more forcefully and smearing my lipstick before stopping. Walking away and turning, he commands…


“Flip your hair!”


Photo Credit: Richard Avedon

Friday, July 8, 2016


"Clean... The cleanest I've been" - Depeche Mode

There's nothing wrong with a little dirty if you get clean afterwards. Clean slates are good things to begin with... But you can always wash it clean.  

Here's something new... From the Hair series. 

Kisses, m.


I'm wounded. 
Body exhausted.
The day nearly stole my soul
And he demands attention. 

Eagerly waiting for me
He holds his gaze.
Too weak to refuse him
I submit.
Gently he disrobes me 
And with a nod I'm his.
Bare to his eyes. 
Open to his touch. 
Softly he massages my neck & back.
He insists upon my fulfillment. 

My body is tight.
Emotions closed off.
I'm needing release.
And he knows this. 
Tired of my excuses 
He persists.
Taking control.
The way he knows I like.
Moments of his hands press my body forward until I open up to him.

My sun kissed brown hair falls when he unravels it. 
Although unhappy with the abrupt change of color he says nothing while continuing to assert his will.
My hair falls and catches the air currents from the fan and begins bouncing like the wind has a hold.  
Gently he caresses my neck, my arms & breasts before kissing the top of my forehead. 
With a slight indication he lifts and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me down he motions to the bath. 

Quietly I draw the bathwater and wait. 
There's only still between us.
Silently he removes his clothing and reveals himself. 
His eyes look me up and down. 
Lips open with a smirk. 
Letting his fingers run across my skin he teases. 
With a quick gentleness he runs his hands up my spine, through my hair & moves my head to meet his. 
His breathing is calm and deep as he leans closer with his mouth.
With a gentle kiss, he encourages me to move toward the warm water with him.

Completely lost to my own will I hesitate.
His strong slender frame moves without mine.
In an instant he's at rest in the tub.
The gentleness of his arms insist me to join him while his eyes never break their stare.
As I follow his lead I'm lost in thoughts of the day trying to break my mind free.
Moving by his volition I untie myself from the memories that haunt.
It's only when he pulls me down to him and holds me in his arms that the day falls away. 
These feelings have never subsided.
I'm reminded how lost I am when I'm away from his arms. 
Dirty and consumed by the madness of the world. 
Found by his touch...

I'm clean.

Photo Credit: Tyler Shields

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Do you see things differently than others? We all do. In Buddhism, kindness is put before all else. Kindness is amazing to share with others.

Someone told me a while back that once you decide to dislike someone everything they do upsets you and makes you responds negatively to them. Yes, it's a choice to dislike someone. And in my experience people are deliberately cruel thinking it will hurt that person... Reality is that person is oblivious to it. The only person you waste energy hurting is yourself. Perhaps if everyone realized that someone out there dislikes them too they'd try to be kinder. 

Who knows? Here's a 300 from my Hair series about seeing things anew.


Kisses, m.


“Yellow, it’s yellow.” He says pulling at my hair like it’s strings and smirking. 


“It’s not.” I tell him with a jab to his side. Dropping my hand, I step backwards away from him. I can feel my defenses go up without warning. I want to be mad at his game today but I can’t. I know he’d barely gotten used to my brownish red and I changed again.


“Oh but it is. Looks like bumblebees and school buses collided on your head.” 


“It’s blonde. It’s like lemons and sunbeams.” I smile and wonder what he’s thinking about as I antagonize him. I usually let him win but not today. I don’t want to play but there’s no way I’m letting it go. 


Last week when we brought in the new window I let go of the cord on the curtains. The action felt completely foreign. It was a moment that I wanted to hold tighter and keep it into place. My instincts were to preserve the image of what we had built all this time together but knowing in the back of my mind it needed to change. Down they went into a puddle of fabric on the floor soaking up the tiny rays of sunshine. 


“I like sunshine.” He says and runs his hands through my hair before leaning in to smell it. “There’s hints of Vanilla but not lemons.” He pauses to look me in the eye for a moment that feels like forever. 


Just one look felt like forever when we first met. I could get lost in his eyes in front of the windows. Adding the curtains to the space seemed logical while removing them brought in so much light that I can see the hints of yellow in his eyes. 


“Yellow, they’re yellow” I tell him.

Thursday, October 1, 2015


What kind of person are you? Do you deliberately mistreat people or try to manipulate them into doing what you want? Well I don't. My personal policy with people is not to make others do things they do not wish to. Your character defines who you are and how you'll be perceived in this life. Being bad mannered or deliberately cruel when you don't get your way reflects upon you not others. I don't treat others badly when they treat me badly. I simply remain compassionate by giving them space when their behavior is disappointing & enjoy my life. I understand that they want something but passive aggressive behavior will not get it. Being up front with others may get you what you desire. 

Why don't I retaliate? Some people thrive on a reaction while others are simply fighting with themselves. Anyhow it won’t really help matters to hurt others back.

Ok, today I’ll give you a Buddhist answer… In Buddhism, when seeking truths and wisdom you come to realize that you cannot change a person’s character & you can only accept and appreciate them the way they are. A person’s behavior can modified a bit for a short time but not forced or manipulated to permanently change. You will find yourself angry, frustrated and quite let down if you continue to try to change others. They must desire to change on their own for they are autonomous and free to do as they wish. Even if it means deliberately trying to hurt you. The choice you have… putting yourself in a position to get hurt or not. 

In essence you don’t place your happiness in things you can’t control. You can’t control people but you can control yourself. Once you understand this you will be happier and life will change. 

There’s a parable that demonstrates the true nature of character. I can tell it two ways but I'll share the Buddhist version.

There were two monks walking through the forest after a rainstorm. As they passed a small puddle they saw a scorpion drowning in the water. One of the monks bent down and reached out to help the scorpion. As soon as he tried to assist the frantic creature, it stung his fingers and he dropped the Scorpion back into the puddle. The monk tried again to reach out to the struggling creature and once again dropped the scorpion when he was stung. The other monk was confused by his actions but looked on quietly. Finally after numerous efforts, the other monk inquired, “Why do you keep trying to help that creature? It stings you every time you go near it.” The monk smiled and reached down once more. “It is his nature to sting, it is my nature to help. Soon the pain of his sting will stop hurting me and he will be saved, or he will stop being afraid and be saved. You cannot stop compassion so easily.” This time as the Scorpion stung the Monk once again he took a leaf from the ground and helped the Scorpion out to safety. 

People treat others how they wish to be treated. Some people are accustomed to giving & receiving hurt back. You don’t stop being yourself because of others unkindness. You continue to treat others kindly, if that is who you are. Being cruel to someone who is cruel to you will do no good. If your heart is angry and resentful looking for the moment to make someone pay for what they've done to you; then you are never going to be happy. They are accustomed to being mistreated and expect you to respond unkindly.

It may be hard when people lash out and act badly but realize it is about them, not you. The simple answer for appreciating friends, family and strangers is this: Love them just as they are without expectations. Try receiving others without regret, judgment or expectations. 

When somebody needs my help, I try to use my wisdom, love and compassion and find a way to help them. Similar to the monk I rely upon knowing myself and my limitations when entering situations with others, but understand that only they can decide to change.

Here’s a new story from the hair series I’ve been on and off working on. It was a little something inspired by a lot of change this year. And yes D Vol 2 is done along with a few other things. I don't know if I'll release the stories on the blog or just in the Amazon store. But I am thinking of releasing a bit of darkness on the blog for the month of Halloween... Anyhoo, I'm excited for all the books to come out? Are you? 

Do you try to manipulate & control others or do you control yourself? 

Kisses, m. 


“You changed.” He says when I walk through the door. I wanted to surprise him when I returned.

I miss his smile but he's not smiling when he says the words. I can't read if it's disappointment or hurt that I didn't tell him I would come.

“Yes, do you like?” I pause cautiously.

“It's darker. Your hair. And longer. You're thinner. Are you...?”

“Fine. I'm fine. I needed to be healthy and my hair did too.”

Stepping closer he touches my face and turns my head. His touch feels distant and foreign when he caresses my neck and runs his fingers through the length of my hair. 

“How are you?” I interrupt him before he can lean in to kiss me. 

“Wondering why you didn't tell me. Where've you been for the last week? It's bad enough I can't see you cause you're miles away but to avoid my calls. And then show up like this? Like a stranger.”

Tightly gripping my hair he realizes his anger and let’s go. Grabbing his waist I pull before he can walk away. 

“I wanted to surprise you. I missed you and wrapped things up quickly. It took all week. 

“You scared me.”

“I didn't mean to.”

“When did you change?”

“The weight has been gradual but the hair is new. It's a little messy but...”

”It's perfect... Don't change a thing.” He says pulling me closer.

"Nothing?" I look into his eyes for reassurance.

"No." He says running his fingers across the small of my back and kissing the top of my head. 

"Really? I can think of something I would change right now?"

"What's that?" He leans back, smiling with that grin I've been missing for too long.

"Kiss me and never let me go again."

"We can do that." 

Saturday, July 12, 2014


The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

~ Audrey Hepburn

“I've never met a person I couldn't call a beauty.”

~ Andy Warhol