Here’s the list of my top 10 stories on Medium. In other words, this is what Medium readers and editors considered to be my best work. These stories received well over 50K views in total with the by far the most popular one bringing in 17.2K views and receiving claps from over 200 fans. Enjoy the reading!
We’ve been watching each other for way too long. Cautiously at first, being in a relationship with other people. Not all that happy relationships, but boundaries need to be respected. Even then, though, he’d compliment me whenever we happened to be alone for a brief moment or two.
“Lovely stockings,” he’d say when I wore a new pair of back seam stockings trying to pull off an elegant 1940’s style look. Or he would tell me he likes the way I wear my hair. The kind of comments that make your heart warm.
I imagined his hand sliding up my thigh all the way up to the garter belt, lifting my skirt and feeling me through my panties. My head would fall back gently and I’d sigh and let him do it. …
I came to work and it was a mess. Our building was in the middle of renovations so workers were everywhere. I’m a counselor so people still came to see me. When I arrived, one of the members of our team, a blond nurse, asked me whether she could have a word with me.
She needed counseling but she didn’t want others to know about it. “Sure,” I said and went in to fetch chairs. Due to the renovation chaos, it was hard to work normally so I thought it would be best if we found a quiet place outside.
When I returned, though, she was nowhere to be seen so I went to look for her. …
It was her who created life and everybody knew it and worshiped her for that. Once a year, the High Priestess turned the barren land into fertile soil again. As she walked with the wind in her hair, stones beneath her feet dissolved and new life sprang to life.
He was waiting for her, patiently, and with the highest reverence. He sat in the lotus position inside the shrine, listening attentively for any sign of her. But she walked like a cat, softly, gently, without making a sound.
Across the meadow, among the trees, surrounded by the bees and chirping birds who welcomed her and sang in unison the joyous ode of appreciation of her warm and loving presence, she went toward the shrine of Nature. …
It just happened to me — I currently cannot write erotica and it’s not just a simple case of writer’s block. I’ve never had writer’s block. It’s a sexual block coming from somewhere else, from the long history of all sorts of abuses I’ve experienced and that were directly related to my gender.
When it comes to gender and how we treat each other, our society sucks big time. Even good guys, those who want to do good, suck at this. The reason for this is that they have no clue about what they are even talking about.
Someone like Paula Stone Williams, a guy who transgendered into a woman, understands this a lot better. It’s worth taking a couple of minutes to watch TEDx talks about her experiences as both a man and a woman, and how drastic and abominable the differences really are. …
You know how everyone complains about 2020? I hear that and I laugh out loud. What happened is that, basically, most people now got a taste of how I’ve been living for the last 7+ years.
And I laugh because 2020 has been by far the best year for me of them all. It turned out to be about people walking in my old, worn-out shoes while everything seems peachy to me.
Quarantine? I’ve already been living in solitude, for one cannot afford to go out for lunches, drinks, shopping, and parties when one is broke and trying to get back on one’s feet. …
We, women, are enraged and I, as a woman, am no exception. I wasn’t even aware of the degree of this rage, though, until I started to regularly publish on Medium.
At first, I was going to write romance. Instead, this somehow turned into erotica, and then I added to it relationships and women categories, which is when all hell broke loose.
There were things that triggered me quite severely, sometimes to the point of feeling as if I were shaking inside, a storm brewing inside of me, and I saw other female writers being triggered as well.
Julia Beaudett, for instance, was deeply upset and hurt by another female writer on Medium who slut-shamed her, and Yael Wolfe by how her nephew started to exhibit disturbing signs of misogyny at an early age despite his liberal upbringing. …
Strong women need strong men, so be strong for me. I want you to master me, but I’m hard to master. Try harder, be harder, do me harder. Grab me but do not abuse me. Show me your strength and let me melt in your arms.
I want to see the burning desire in your eyes, I want to hear what you will do to me, how you will take me and do me. Don’t ask me what I want. Tell me what you want from me.
Show me how much I turn you on, how much you need me. Push me against the wall and press your body against mine. Let’s tango with you taking the lead. Let my pussy slide down and up your leg and catch fire. …
Surprisingly many people, even among the younger generation, are having bad sex. If you are among them, know that you’re not alone. This, however, is something that can change so all hope is not lost.
Just like with anything else, you can learn to be good at sex. I’m not talking about couples who used to have good sex but don’t have it any longer. Here I’m talking about people who just aren’t good at it to begin with.
The first and most important thing you need to do is start having sex using your gut instead of your head.
Sex is not rational, there’s nothing rational about having sex. …
Here’s what happened and what inspired this poem — the man for the sake of whom I’d be willing to move to the other side of the planet died. I knew he would in a matter of months and not due to old age. He had cancer and I was living far, far away when it happened. It was complicated. As in extremely complicated. And then one day there was a message in my inbox from him. Only it wasn’t from him, it was from his wife who was kind enough to let me know that he’d died.
It was the saddest
day of my life