Star Kava Author

I feel like weekly I make a revelation about what it is I really need out of life. Then I realize I will likely never figure this out. So, being a person who lives their life with too many fucks, rather than the absence of them, I decided I need to write myself some inspiration. After all, who is going to drag me out of my rut. That's right, NO ONE... Time for suck it up and deal Star. She has been away for a while. Muse Vol 3 (tentative) Chaos breaks out around me as I stare into Jesson's eyes defiantly. Battle cries from both sides of the conflict ring through my ears. The throngs of colliding forms and clashing weapons break around us as we continue our silent face off. Body after body falling at my feet, but I do not see them. The only thing in my world at this moment is Jesson. The metallic scent of blood rises around me, yet I hold my stance. It feels like a lifetime, though it is likely only moments. A spasm rips through my love before me, bringing him to hi...

Recently a friend of mine got a tattoo that was one word.  Enough. She told me it was to remind her that she was good enough. She didn't need to change herself to be enough for anyone else. This gesture stuck with me.  Today I was told in two very different ways that I needed to stop. Stop self hating, start accepting the blessings I am handed, stop apologizing for EVERYTHING. You have no idea how much I wish I could.  I see it friends. I know.  I have a hard time accepting compliments because I have taken too may unkind words to heart. I fear receiving gifts because I think people see me as a charity case, and I know I cannot return the sentiment. I say I am sorry for everything because I have been led to believe that everything I do or say is wrong. I am afraid to hurt people with my words because I know how much I have been hurt by words in the past.  People love me because they know I am the type that hurts when they hurt, cries wh...

A little something to warm you up on such a cold day.  Not real sure about the last line, but I hope you enjoy.  ** I avoid eye contact, because each time I glance into those pale blue orbs, my heart revolts. It has been so long since a man has touched me with only the lust in his eyes. You are quick with a smile, a laugh, and each as real and genuine as the last. When you look at me, you actually see me, not the well-placed façade I wear to keep people at arm’s length. You can’t even fathom the times I have imagined you kissing me. You step closer to me, my stomach fluttering from your proximity. That stare, it makes my knees week, yet I cannot look away for fear you will disappear. Your gaze falls on my lips and your jaw clenches. I have seen it a thousand times, but now the action betrays you. You want me, your face is your tell.  I draw a sharp breath as your fingers find my jaw. The soft pads tracing its line until your fingers entwine with the hair ...

Hey all, Tis hump day, so I thought I would bring you a piece of my erotica novel I have been working on, sans the sex :). #SorryNotSorry. Actually, the subject matter addressed in this snippet is something I have been dealing with. Body image dysmorphia is a real thing for some of us. This character is written with my insecurities. I am a slave to my art, as I paint myself on the page vicariously through my writing..it is what it is..I just hope it is relatable. PS.. If you look to the left you will see I am just five little likes short of 500. If you would be so kind as to hit like for me, or if you are able to share this post, that would be awesome too. Pps if you have already liked the page..you dont have to again..I think every week people hit like again and some of them go away.. DETOUR               I could see it in his eyes. I was an easy mark. Rayce didn’t look very amused by his attention to me. C...

Well, I promised something actually readable this week. So keeping to that promise I am dredging up an old project and giving it some new life. I started this a while back. It is a little different from  my norm. writing for you on the fly.  I am unsure how to classify it. Thriller maybe? Anyhoo, here you go.. Captured A plain brown box rests on the welcome mat as I approach the front door. This address hasn't been given out to anyone, so I figure it must be from Lucy. Scooping it up, I enter my small above garage apartment. The stray cat, I have lovingly named fat ass, climbs in through the kitchen window. I leave it open for him, because everyone deserves a roof over their head. Even if it is an overweight, one eyed, tom cat.  He purrs in his broken way, that sounds more like snorting than the rhythmic rumble I am used to. I tousle the dread locked hair on his head and open a can of wet food for him before adjourning to the shower. I briefly consider bringing...

Words. Words are my life. I likely hold more stock in them than I should. Words are lies. Words are pain Words are love, lust, faith, and dreams Words can be empty. Words can hold the weight of the world. Words can injure. Words can heal. My words are my gift to my readers, but what words inspire me. Right now, I hold to these words with all my heart. I've been up in the air, out of my head, Stuck in a moment of emotion I destroyed. Is this the end I feel? Up in the air, fucked up on life, All of the laws I've broken, loves that I've sacrificed. Is this the end, end, end, end? I'll wrap my hands around your neck so tight with love, love. A thousand times I tempted fate. A thousand times I played this game. A thousand times that I have said today, today, today. I've been up in the air, lost in the night. I wouldn't trade an eye for your lies. Your lust for my life. Is this the end, hey? You were the love of ...