I was panting, eyes closed, beads of sweat running down my back; limbs shaking in the arms of the Devil.
This man I had loved for years, in vain, just like the waves of the ocean love the sharp rocks that shatter them. Still, they fling themselves against … Continue Reading
Yet another little story from The Book of Shame. Oh, how I share my most humiliating stories here, “doesn’t she have any shame”, you may be thinking. That’s exactly what I do have, folks. More than you could ever imagine. But, this blog is the Catharsis of my … Continue Reading