Butterfly Dreams and Heels.
48 parts Ongoing MatureThis is a fictional story about a grown woman who struggles to break-free from or embrace the enchantment within her.
Lacey wasn't sure about life, love, anything. She was just living each struggle and inhaling small moments of happiness as it comes. She wasn't interested in falling in love. She didn't know nor wanted to know what love was. She had her bills to pay and survival to face.
She was accustomed to fast mornings and late nights. She glowed in thoughts of slow mornings and a dash of romance that sparked under the moonlight.
Her life was as exciting as watching ice melt in the sunlight. Not much excitement, to be honest, but the straps of grown-up responsibilities that laced up her ankles from her sensual heels.
Her mind often flutters like the wings of butterflies to a graceful, charming wisdom. A vixen with undercurrents of impulsive, magical, raw sexual vulnerability.
She keeps a boundary between the one who dances in butterfly dreams and the sensible woman whose heels echoed a more realistic approach to life.
There was no man in Lacey's life and she wasn't sure she wanted one. A man would not know how to preserve that mystical, reserved magic and still accept that she challenges, curses and speaks her mind freely.
Men sought to stifle and sucked the life out of her and Lacey wanted to live.