Fiction here, Reality There

Hello,

You're welcome to everything fabulous with Mo. I told myself I was going to be intentional with this blog, life has happened, breakdowns here and there, writer's block.

Honestly, it's been a lot.

In today's post, however, I'm doing things a bit different. I don't have a story but hey, I can write fiction😉

“Can I touch you?” he asked, and I gave him a shy smile. For someone who had never done anything beyond kissing, his question felt brazen and sweet at the same time. My head moved down, in an affirmative nod. I gestured to my zip, and he slowly unzipped my dress. Placing kisses on my back.

My dress fell, immediately followed by my bra. He raised his head and looked at me like I was the most precious thing ever. He focused all of his attention on my breasts and nipples. You see, I never really had any nipple sensitivity when it came to sex. But, I loved my breasts, they were a huge part of my femininity. And the way he worshipped them. Ohh. I had no uneasiness about it, The way he was so focused was really hot. Too bad it didn't turn me on.

Okay, I'm not trying to toot my horn but I'm good. I once thought I could write a story from this, but I'm really lazy to do that right now. I found this in one of my old Notebook and I was happy to read it.

Do you find things that remind you of how much you love a thing, like a particular hobby or something?

I've not felt like writing something I like in a while. Frankly, I miss it. I miss writing things that feel like me. I mean things that scream my personality and things I'm passionate about.

Have you ever had a mental breakdown? What are the things that helped you come out of it? Please tell me in the comment section.