Sweetness

March 18, 2011

Sweetness

I suffer so much from wanting it all.

I want the biting sting, but I also crave sweetness. Saccharine promises and breathless confessions across red, raw flesh. Studded kisses and barbed sighs, hugs that bind and nails into delicate skin. Grating, grinding, abrasive edges around soft, gentle and simple.

I want my sweetness rough.

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dootsiebug

Hi, I’m Dootsie. No, that’s not my real name, but it is the name that basically everyone in my life calls me. I am a 30 year-old editor/digital content trafficker/graphic designer living in Central Kentucky. When I’m not working on a magazine, I’m staring at a cat and pretending to be interesting. I’m incredibly officious and jam-packed with trivia.

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I am a thirty-something writer and graphic designer based in Kentucky. I have been Very Online since the turn of the millennium – and yeah, I’ve blogging about that long.