TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

We Buried my mom on a grey November afternoon. The last day of November, actually, and people from a life that seemed so far away were in attendance even though we were several states away from Maine where she lived most of her adult life. All except for one. The only one that mattered to me.


The sheer amount of flowers and well wishes was a good reminder of how loved she was. Not only by me but by everyone that was part of her life. There were enough sunflowers to brighten even the cloudiest day, carrying with them her light and love throughout the space.


Once all was said and done, I stood beside her gravesite, alone. I received a couple of different offers to give me a ride back home, but I didn't want to go home yet. I couldn't bring myself to leave her. It was as though letting my feet leave this section of cold green earth I was really saying goodbye. She was really gone. So I stood.


November Rain