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Mini Series

ʚଓ Unscripted - Noelle lands a career-defining interview with a man who is used to control and refuses to give him any. What starts as a sharp, calculated exchange turns into something neither of them can ignore.

One-Shots

ʚଓ Daddy's Lap - You cross a line you know you shouldn’t, slipping into Daddy’s office, aching for nothing more than a place in his lap. ʚଓ Like Her Too - Jasmine’s quiet celebration at a members-only club takes an unexpected turn. What begins as a tempting invitation pulls her into uncharted territory, where curiosity outweighs caution and one night changes how far she is willing to go.

All jokes aside, I’m sad for us. Life beats everyone down, but I think Black women have the unique experience of catching it from all sides in ways that many people, even other minorities, can sympathize with, but never fully understand.

Even still, we are resilient. We fight for every little glimmer we can find.

For me, one of the biggest glimmers this past year has been writing and connecting with other talented Black writers over a shared interest: Roman Reigns. I never expected to get so much fulfillment out of it, but wow, it was something I truly needed.

Not only did it give me a space to express myself unabashedly and explore the wild fantasies in my head (which was tew fun 😏), but reading, writing, and engaging with this community brought me a kind of joy I haven’t been able to find elsewhere. The support I’ve received has, at times, been enough to make me excited for tomorrow and the day after that. After struggling with depression on my own for a while, it felt like finding happiness and passion again.

Which is why I’m taking this so hard.

Seems like we find joy, community, and escapism in something, only to be reminded that the person/institution/whatever that sits at the center of it may hold values completely at odds with our humanity. And that’s devastating. It’s like, damn… we really can’t have sh!t!!

Even our smallest sources of comfort come with reminders of how unprotected we are and how little solidarity there often is for us.

Hate to be a philosophical, melancholic b!tch about it, but well… I’m going to be.

I won’t say I’m done writing for RR forever because I’m also dramatic, a Libra, self-aware enough to know my mood might change and inspiration could reemerge. But for now, I’m going to direct my energy toward finding other interests that I feel safe and guilt-free enough to fully indulge in.