Melissa Ingoldsby
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I used to write fanfiction like my life depended on it. It was my catharsis. It was how I helped my sorrow of a movie, book or show ending and creating an extended scene, a larger world, deeper relationships and more of something I loved. I have always loved telling my own stories too, but when I was a kid they were told to others by me just saying it. By telling a teacher a story of one beautiful afternoon of kite flying, romanticized fields and a magical sort of adventure, it was more of how she reacted to it—-which was retelling it to my parents and they were astounded over the detail and descriptions of something that never happened.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Confessions
What was hiding in the keyhole
He made me feel immaculate. Like something beyond pleasure. He said he was making me into art when he laid me out, massaging every inch of me. I know blokes are quite different creatures when it comes to sex but this was ridiculous. I never had a lover try to get to know me so deeply, delicately and just—-ardently… the way Humboldt wanted to love me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
