Ancilla L

Count To Ten.

In the process of counting to ten, we've gotten to a hundred. I don't ever want to count anything, least of all this, it feels juvenile and even a little tactless, it robs something from me...

13 Lessons From A Morally-Wounded Woman: Chapter 3

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13 Lessons From A Morally-Wounded Woman: Chapter 2

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13 Lessons From A Morally-Wounded Woman: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“The freedoms they dispense to you are meant to control you.”

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We haven't moved in a while. India Gate is still on my right and the bold declaration of love...

Audio Story: The Destruction Of Dandelions

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I turn over to my other side, extend my arm and search for him with my fingers. The discovery that the bed is empty beside me causes a completely unnecessary, almost paroxysmal re...

A Girl Named Lila.

I pretend to be normal. Every day, on my way back home to the identical colonnades — where thousands of women like me live with their thousands of husbands exactly like mine, raising thou...

Podcast E36: Ten Kink Things That Give Me The Ick.

Decided to be a little fun this time and do a countdown of ten kink things that feel icky and cringey to me! I tried to be funny but most of these are just depressing? Sorry guys. 

A Structure Of Pain.

They began construction on a tutoring centre behind the pottery shed, but for some reason or other, they abandoned the project. Maybe there was a dispute over the land. Maybe the land just wouldn't...

Riding Fear.

I woke up with a flinch, as he leaned over to kiss my cheek, my hand flew to cover my face even before my eyes were fully open. I don't know what he did to teach me to fear him even when I am aslee...

Thirteen Shades Of Masochism.

"Why are you sitting alone in this room and smiling?" He asks, walking into our bedroom, startling me out of my reverie.

"My thighs hurt from my workout," I tell him, still smiling,...

Mommy's Girl.

"Mommy!" I heard her bellow from her room on the first floor, "Mommmmmmmmy!"

It made my pussy clench so hard each time she called me that, it was such a sweet sound even as she yelled it in...

The Pornography Of Me.

"He made me come four times," she says, swinging her long legs over the edge of the couch and laying back.

I try not to respond, but I am sure she notices that I grip her hand tighter and t...

The emotional binary.

There are words stuck in my heart. That doesn't happen to me. I don't even believe in writer's block, thanks to a professor who probably doesn't know how much of an impact his dismissive attitude t...

Podcast E35: How do we represent ourselves?

After reading a particularly problematic representation of foot fetishism and bdsm in a newspaper article, I started thinking about how we represent ourselves and what we do, not just to the "outsi...

Two Weeks.

Even though I was determined not to make a show of it, his hand resting on my thigh was making it impossible for me to focus on anything else. Touch is the most underrated sense, so easy to forget ...

Poly is not just how I love, it is who I am.

I refrain from saying that I am polyamarous for a couple of reasons. The first, obviously, is that I have to be a punk-ass contrarian bitch who will wax poetic about the benefits of labels ...

A Magnificent Creature

"She was magnificent," I said,  "She wore a long, black gown and combat boots underneath. She had a pierced lip, nose, ears and eyebrow. Her hair were tied in two fat, black plats and she had ...