Words From The Soul

I'm sorry I loved him first.

I'm sorry you were not the first to kiss his lips. But do remember he was not the first to kiss yours.

Your body is as touched as his own. None of us are virgins; we cannot wear white and claim to be pure.

They say you can kiss away the pain, but you cannot erase...

I find it difficult to write about him as cliché as it sounds he's unlike anyone I've really known.
No that's hardly true. He is not a mythical creature, some dream boy who's only flaw is perfection.

I'm sure he's perfectly flawed, I am just yet to discover them. I wanted to be wary of his...

I don’t know why I’m not scared. Why the walls I spent so many years building have disintegrated to dust.

How when he removes his hand his touch seems to linger and I feel his kisses in the pit of my stomach.

I’m reeling with cliché's; he’s unlike anyone I’ve...

It’s Valentine’s Day but I am by no means lonely. Out on the town surrounded by my best single girlfriends I can’t picture spending Valentine’s Day any other way.

In a tequila haze I catch his eye and smile. Lust at first sight I can’t help but turn and watch him...

Why is it that as young women we feel it’s almost within our right to just disappear from men’s lives without any explanation?

Trying to decide how to message ‘The Boxer’ and tell him I’m not interested, I ask my 19-year-old friend what she does...

He's gentle and soft, his movements are calculated and slow. With the words "Are you ok?" the lust I have for him dissipates.

Giving my body over to him for the night, I welcomed him into my bed and yet his actions seem almost apologetic.

Yes he's sweet and he’s loving, but give...

Have you ever really wanted to like someone?

It’s clear they like you. You’re friends adore them, they make you laugh, they seem to do everything right. You can’t fault any of their moves. And it’s not that you don’t find them attractive, because you do....

I write this sitting in a hospital bed. Having lost the vision in my right eye (hopefully) temporarily due to a severe eye infection, I’m required to spend a few nights here whilst they administer eye drops every hour, on the hour. I’m exhausted.

There is something about...

I was naïve to believe we could continue like this. Stuck at the crossroads of having to decide what’s more important to me; the friends or the benefits. I’m not ready. I ask for a week.

“So what now?” 

 “You’re only back for...

My mind runs a million miles an hour. Analysing every situation over again an again, evaluating each possibility, examining every detail, questioning every motive until I form what I believe to be the truth. Frequently complimented on my insight, they don’t understand this is more a curse...

I wear my mother’s engagement ring as a reminder of their love. As a reminder that such love is possible for people like me.

I am my father’s daughter.

Growing up witness to a man whose love was so visibly strong and deep, who only had eyes for my mother; I found it hard to believe...

My body aches with the pain of pleasure so intense, I want to run away. My brain is screaming at me, telling me to stop this. I could easily say ‘Stop, I can’t take it anymore’ but he’s not done and I’m curious; curious to know what will happen if I push my body past...

When he kisses me I taste his soul, I feel him course through my veins and I’m blinded. Unable to focus on anything else other than my lust for him, I crave the feeling of his body against mine.

I spend a week by his side and although every night ends with complete satisfaction my lust for...

*** Because so often music can say the things that words cannot, please play fiction by The xx while reading this post. ***

There is a quote by Karen Marie Morning “Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare,...

I was ashamed of my virginity. I grew up in a school where girls just shy of 14 would brag about the number of boys they had been with. The farther you had been the cooler you were. And I hadn’t been very far at all.

With strict religious parents enforcing the beliefs of no sex before...

I am angry. No I am furious, since when did it become not okay for a woman to change her mind about a man?

My housemate the ‘Domestic Goddess’ is one of the sweetest girls I have ever known. She believes in love, true love and is what one may call a hopeless romantic. When I...

Still adjusting to actually being friends with my friends-with-benefits I confuse lack of sex and missing his friendship for feelings.

It started at Melbourne Cup with a white-girl-wasted mutual friend explaining that we are both being dickheads by not realising we have feelings...

A run in with the ex is never ideal, a run in with the ex of the man you’re sleeping with is pretty much as far from ideal as you want to be.

I have had my fair share of bad breakups. The kind that makes you so made you lose a part of yourself, your common sense. Suddenly it seems like a...

I do not agree with faking orgasms, I feel it encourages bad behaviour.

If what he’s doing isn’t enough to get you off why are you rewarding those efforts with a fake orgasm? In the end the only one you are hurting is yourself.

Men don’t forget. If he thinks what he was doing...

We have all heard countless times that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I wonder if someone has started the rumour that a way to a woman’s bed is through hers. 

First off let me make this very clear gentleman I am neither complaining nor discouraging these actions.

The effects of a day of drinking games on an empty stomach have taken their toll, with blurred vision and Bambi legs I search for a place to lie down. Using the walls for support I stumble to my friend’s room collapsing on her bed as the room starts to spin.

He walks in and begins to close...

Death is always present as much as we try to ignore it to block it from our minds it always manages to sneak up on us. Can you ever really prepare for death? Even when you know it’s coming, when it has been made blatantly clear that you are going to lose someone you love can you ever really...

I awoke uneasy and restless with the overwhelming feeling that every aspect of my life is wrong.

It’s as though I have been cast in a role I am so unqualified and unsuited for the only option is to run away. I wonder how many of those around me see the fraud I am, how many have picked up on...

Three more sleeps until Mr Friends-with-benefits is back and my body craves him. Thoughts of his naked body consume my dreams and I find myself counting down the days. I awake to photos of his hard body and instantly want him; Words of what he will do with me stick in my head all day....