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I’d like to say that the story I’m about to tell you will end like a fairy tale should. I’d like to promise you that the good girl gets the girl, but she doesn’t. It’s just that I need to tell the story. I need others to read my words. I need someone to tell [...]

I lost you to me
and I’ll never be able to forgive myself
for loving you
because you took with you all that was good in me
That laugh only you could get out of me
The trust I could only seem to give to you
I look at your footprints
and as I see them walking away I can’t help but [...]

you asked me what i wanted to do to you
you caught me off guard
it was all in my head, but the surprise stopped my mouth from moving
my wheels were spinning
and i was swimming in your sex
you were lying there
my hands were caressing the length of your spine
exploring your hips
grasping your ass
i pulled you closer
i [...]

As a writer, I venture into the dark and scary forest of my soul. Perhaps if I wrote children’s stories, it would be different. But I write lesbian literary fiction, where queer characters face their inner demons in order to deal with the challenges before them.
To write these stories, I must face my own fears [...]

© 2001 Sandra Jean-Pierre
She doesn’t seem to sleep, not really. I think she naps, when she thinks I’m not looking, maybe even when I’m not there.
I caught her one time, after, when she thought I was far enough asleep that I didn’t need her watching over me. Her belly rose and fell in smooth breaths: [...]

Hello to all! I’m new here but I love to write so I’m VERY excited to get started. I’m currently working on a book and wanted to share a little bit of it with all of you. I promise this will be my only post about the book, but I can’t promise you won’t want [...]

It’s a sound, or even sometimes a silence she makes that instantly mutes the world but for her heartbeat, my heartbeat, and the vibrations in between.
It’s the short “hmm.” with an upward twist that lets me know she’s not paying attention, it’s the lower “hmmm,” when she’s ready to engage her point of view, and [...]

Looking without touching… that was difficult. But now…
Now I can run my fingers through her hair and feel the silken strands, like ribbons, slide across my knuckles.
My hand can rest on the back of her neck with my thumb on the left side feeling her heartbeat and the other four resting gently on the right [...]