Rosie's caption corner

So as some of you know tumblr amended it's nsfw policies to allow mature stuff again and I've decided to test that out over on my old tumblr by adapting a tweet story I made on my twitter. https://www.tumblr.com/rosescorner/702381022414831616 I'm not normally a fan of 'exclusivity' so you may see this get double adapted into something for blogger. 

 “This…this isn’t right” Derek thought as he felt the arousal course through his body, feeling the eyes on him as he lounged at the pool   “Here you are Ms. Dia,” someone said offering them a drink and a bottle of tanning oil. She smiled and took both. Dia was the name they kept insisting on calling him. Derek kept finding himself feeling dizzy when he thought like Dia. It felt good, everything felt good here.  He tried to shake his head, pulling at the jumbled thoughts and memories from the past couple weeks.  He thought a vacation to a resort would be good to clear his head and help him get through burn out so he could finally get back to being productive at work again, so he scheduled a trip a trip for about a week where he’d just get to spend time at a hotel being catered to hand and foot.  When he arrived, he was given a cozy hotel room if a bit effeminate feeling, and a complimentary smart watch for his stay that would grant him access to all the hote...

 Mark had a love of antiques, and he loved finding weird out of place things. He’d always been weird and out of place so he felt a strong kinship with these weird out-of-place things. Some of it he sold, some of it he didn’t. And In a couple of years after graduating high school, his apartment had turned into a weird mish-mash of themeless nick-nacks.  There was a part of him that did want the normal life, but he lacked a desire to date, and kind of was just coasting, hoping that perhaps fate would drop his perfect match into his lap.  Fate had something else in mind for him.  It was an unassuming lamp. Made out of shaped metal, with some very very basic electrical wiring spooled through it to plug into a socket. Something that looked...more ordinary than his usual fair, but...he wanted it. Something about it spoke to him.  This is what brought him to sitting in his weathered old armchair, rubbing it down with a dust cloth and some restorative solution ...

So I don't have a traditional cap for this month that fits the " Rosie " brand.  a little bit of "One More Possession Part 2" has been started but it's been a bit of a start-stop kind of thing for me this past while now.  To give you a bit of a insight into the current state of my mind, I was in a very weird state for the majority of last year, I won't go into why but i did manage to write stuff during that period which has made it to this blog already for the most part, or at the least I'll be posting one in the next couple days.  I know I've been kind of going a little nuts with the non-story personal blog posts but I just want to continue to be as upfront as I can be. You're my audience, I want you to know I want  to give you the best stuff from me.  So as a compromise, if you're into it I'd like to recommend one of my stories from my other little project.  Shower Time  is a story I wrote a while back and posted over on DeviantArt,...

       The possession spell has been floating around the internet for years and years. And it was inevitable then that it would make its way into the hands of one Tanner Williams  Tanner was a workaholic who had very little free time. Every day he would get up at seven , go to work at a grocery store at around nine in the morning, work a full eight hours stocking food, drinks, and other assortments. He would work until four p.m. at which point he would clock out, come home, and research his work for his garden. At six p.m he would tend to the garden, trimming weeds, watering plants, picking veggies and fruits that had finally ripened and were ready to be plucked. He’d cook dinner for himself, his wife, and his fifteen-year-old son at seven, depending on the complexity of the meal he’d be serving dinner at around seven or eight p.m. He’d eat dinner with his family til then, spend time talking with his wife Helen, as he built a model plane in a shared hobby room...

 Hi everyone!  So I'm hoping to still have something out this month, but I wanted to keep you appraised of things happening.  2022 has been slightly rough for me, don't really want to get into the details but I've been dealing with changes in personal relationships and have been adjusting my personal life in regards to all of that  I've had a big long list of backlogs and I'm slowly posting them in places.  some time ago I mentioned a second blogger and while it's still there I've not really made any posts there save a couple. but I have made a deviant art account where things are being posted, and that can be found here  https://www.deviantart.com/adrasgraveyard , it's a slow going process but I'm getting back into the swing of things.  I want to thank you all for being patient with me with everything.  and as I've said in a lot of recent story posts I have a ko-fi profile set up now for anyone who's ever been interested in donating money to...