Words From The Soul

J.S Foer wrote “The more you love someone the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say, ‘I love you’” How right he was. As our feelings grow so does fear. What if they don’t love us back? What if these feelings aren't real? What if our fe...

They look at me like I'm a victim. Damaged goods. An automatic program set off by the word molested. As if when my innocence was stolen at ten, by a boy who was well on his way to becoming a man, I would forever be labelled as broken.

Sure, I may not be able to watch the re-enactment of rapes on TV...

She is what you would call accomplished. Able to maintain a house on her own, work full time and manage two side businesses she is the epitome of style. Blessed with near perfect genetics her body is one to be envied. And yet she’s single.

This almost mythical beautiful creature, who you would expe...

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 memo...

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 sweetness...

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 met before, when you know you know. Ye...

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 walk past. I wonder if it’s my smil...

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 in these situations.  “I just stop responding to thei...

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 me passion. Pick m...

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. Something’s just off. You can’t put your fin...

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 hospitals that can make eve...

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 a week before you leave for work. Can we not have an amazing week next w...

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 than a ble...

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 stories of his ...

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 these limits.

The next orgasm b...

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 him neve...

*** 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, addictive ones who just b...

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 marriage, eac...

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 first met the ‘Relation...

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 for one another. “H...

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 great idea...

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 worked well and was e...

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.

It seems to be a c...

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 the door...