Secrets

Welcome to my private, naughty corner. I'll tell you a secret.

I could be your next door neighbor, hairdresser, accountant, soccer mom, or your new best friend. But you will never know because

I dream, live, and write what you will read here. Fact and fiction blur, words, like shards of hot colors, will steam and frizz your hair. Grab your coffee and sit a spell.

              

                               I was the Catholic schoolgirl who got                                          caught smoking in the locker room after                                    school.

I went to confession for shits and grins.

I stood up for the kid who was made fun of by others for being different.

I’ve had fantasies of S & M ever since I could remember my panties getting wet.

I live in suburbia.

I love shooz.

I’m  not afraid to say no to someone who assumes I will say yes. 

I walk to the beat of my own drum.

I say *expletive deleted* to the driver who cuts me off in traffic.

I am the lady who puts on make up to go to the grocery store and chat up the people who slice cold cuts.  They know me by name.

Life as a never ending learning curve.  Who knew?

Nikita

Writing is a Panacea for a Dirty Mind

Nik-isms

You can't go wrong with being polite. However, there are times when saying 'bite me' is appropriate.

Life's too short, so let's not suck at it.

NO DRAMA ZONE

I can smell a fart across the street, so wear something by BPAL.

Pay it forward.

Better than confession:  PostSecret