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Ordinary

Ordinary.

I see others being given labels.
Easy to understand the need to act out.
How they got there is easily how I could.
The reaching for ‘else’ is because I am common.
Joining with those who are ‘exotic’ because I am plain.
Learning from those who are ‘other’ because I am not.
Being the middle of the road without access to the fast lane.
Ever the ‘touchstone’ of society around me.
Invisible because it has always been this way.
There will always be ‘another time’.
I am used to being dismissed for being ‘background’.
Overlooked for those with the glitter of different.
The group benchmark of beige before the rainbow.
Always being the support, the expectations of foundation.
Having every other label be important before ‘Me’.
Knowing I have privilege, but not position.
It is the way to ‘blend’ when you are ‘bland’.
Ignored skills hard won because they are expected.
The simmering that bursts forth after ‘one more slight’.
I fight being ‘that woman’ just to make space for myself.
Knowing that, no matter what I try to accomplish, I will always be
Ordinary.

Slave Warrior Chapter 44

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It was a different morning for Laun.  The sounds around her were different.  The smells were different.  The bedding was different.

The arm was the same.

Laun listened to the snores around her.  Almost all were very loud and very masculine.  Though there were times that the dancers could get very loud while sleeping.  She smiled and she found someone’s finger was gently tracing her lips.

She did not open her eyes.  She let the finger trace her lips, go up the ridge and bump on her nose and smooth her eyebrows.  The finger went down her nose again and she pursed her lips, the finger stopping to get kissed before it started to trace down and around her chin.

The eyes she woke to were more familiar to her than her own.  Fount was looking at her from under a veil of his own hair, but the grey eyes were unmistakeable.  She moved her hips slightly and the reflexive hold on her from Edgar pulled her closer to him.  Laun smiled again and worked her hand out from under the blanket to touch Fount’s face. »Read More

Yet another website

I am starting up another website, Share-Tit, to keep track of the Erotica and such I like from other sources.  It is bare bones at the moment, but we shall see how that works out.

 

Miss R

Never say…

"You messed up, Mistress."

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