Migraine Blend Chronicles, Day 3:
Didn't have a blend today as I needed something warm. So I had some soup my sister made with spinach, watercress, celery, yucca, carrots, green plantains, onions, stew beef, seasonings and hella scotch bonnet. It's literally ? in the back of my throat. ? I think this...
So Easily
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre Small soft kisses as my legs are open for you, I am scared to breathe anticipating your touch your fingers taking already what’s Yours, I moan into your mouth marveling at how hard you’ve made me And I almost feel shame at how you turn me on...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 1019
That one time you're riding the bus after traipsing through what feels like ALL of northeastern Miami running errands and you're FINALLY about to press the buzzer for your stop, when an Island Elder starts talking ABOUT you, like you're not even there? You take a deep...
Migraine Blend Chronicles, Day 2:
Blend: pineapple, mango, coconut meat, coconut yogurt, fresh knob of ginger, green juice, beet juice, water. Remembered all the ingredients this round and didn't add too much ginger this time. Might keep the coconut yogurt after all so I won't get super hungry. The...
Your Name
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I want your name to be the only words that can fall from these lips, your scent the only smell I know to inhale, your hands, the only ones to sojourn over these dangerous woman hips, these sacred woman curves. Between these thighs, your...
Migraine Blend Chronicles, Day 1:
Blend: Pineapple, mango, coconut meat, coconut yogurt, 4 oz. of green juice/beet juice, healthy knob of ginger, water. I.WAS.NOT.READY. I forgot the ginger while I drank the first half of the blend, then added it to the second half and I promise you my throat and...
Femme Firsts
©2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I wanted what she had between her legs through her jeans beneath the thin material of her boxers. Looking down at my feet words, escaped me but she knew I needed something just the same “…This…” I reach for her middle, feeling heat rise – I...
Fire
© 2017 SJP Her hands paint my skin with fire sending blue chills down my spine, these magenta caresses leave cum-laced messes behind and I’m alright with it Her touch paints stars beneath my eyelids, her tongue tracing holy glyphs in secret places only she can find....
Scars
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre She kissed it once, the scar from the top of my back down towards my ass she remembered my mentioning it, couldn’t help but see it when we undressed for the first time. I held my breath unsure of her reaction, unsure how I must have looked to...
Migraine Blends: Precursor
I started this journey to mitigate my migraine pain on December 28, 2016. I will be releasing the updates to catch everyone up on my progress. <3 I must place this disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, nor do I purport to be one. I am just a long time...
Disabled Chronicles, No.3765:
That one time, you make it home before everyone else and you have to let yourself in but your automatic door opener has been busted for over a year and coming by $1500 to get a new one is next to impossible. So you head to the back door, since that door knob is a lot...
The Truth Is, I’m Failing
The computer "brain box" of my motorized chair had been failing for some time, I just hadn't realized it. As one part or another began to have problems in succession, I would just fix it or replace it, hoping that would be the cure. Even though the fix would help...