The newly brunette look is really growing on me. It looks like a mess of frothy chocolate, the type that drips all over your fingers and forces you to lick them clean. Or lick me clean, whichever.

Besides my fabulous ass, that's also the newly painted wall being featured. I absolutely adore it - it's called "Radish" and has sexualized a room that's only used for sleeping, reading and fucking tenfold. I barely walk into it before that gorgeous red color, the color of blood as it comes into contact with oxygen, hits me in that sacred center where very few other colors register. I'm drawn to fits of fucking myself over and over, the sheets covered in my juices, my fingers continuing to pound out their rhythm on flesh.

Now I'm off, making some brown rice, black bean and cheese burritos that I can refrigerate until dinner time since I'm working late tonight. (And yes, Daemon, they're horribly lacking in meat. Vegetarians tend to do stuff like that. *wink*)

And oh, on a semi-unrelated note, I'm debating starting a website entirely devoted to fantasy fiction of the non-consensual type. If there are any authors out there who would like to be a part of it, you can send me ideas or submissions (no pun intended, I promise) at ainegirl@gmail.com.

Of course, any other emails are always appreciated. I'm a literary slut, folks. Write me and I'll love you forever.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Thursday, August 10, 2006.