Contentment Stories

The King's Head was an old coaching inn adjacent to the village green. Besides the impressive front entrance framed by Corinthian pillars, an arched gateway large enough for a carriage and horses gave access to the central courtyard with stables on two sides. The original inn sign was a painting of King Charles II and was said to be over two hundred years old, but it had grown very dilapidated over the years and had been...

I am wandering around in my knickers and an old green tee shirt, the kind that has been washed too many times and worn-out soft. It just covers me, skimming the rounded edge of my ass, revealing black undies every time I reach up. I'm cleaning the place, picking up the clutter from a busy week, sweeping and mopping, dusting and dishes, moving about on long bare legs. It’s a bit cold yet this morning, so I have turned on t...

There is a beauty in the incomplete Because we look for more The cliché is that it is the journey Not the destination that matters And sometimes clichés are true There is a complacency that happens When we no longer have to try To find happiness or give it And assume it to be there Just tumescent sex organs And dessicated hearts Contentment has no constancy Because things get worse Or better – they do not freeze in time L...

I am a person of substance A woman with character So what I seek is the same A man with principles Who is authentic, not a player With the same sensibility One who is capable of love  As well as lust and passion  I am not a quick shag Not a temporary solution  To a long term problem Not a fungible receptacle for you To use and discard for the next in line Another crude female lollipop A woman who is not disposable  There...