About

I am the Hobbler. A mistress of wordplay. I grab them…throw them against the wall, wrestle their arms into the restraints that will keep them in a perfect position for me to have my way with them. Sometimes they resist, but I know how to make them obey my every command. They love me. They hate me. They will be mine.

I hobble words, positioning them exactly how I want them, until they break the cords and mount me. Forcing themselves deep inside. By the time they are finished having their way with me, I feel dirty and used. I’m broken and bleeding and the worst part of it all is that I’m hungry for more.

Whether I’m playing with them, or they’re playing with me, we need each other. Even when it hurts.

In other words… I’m an aspiring writer who happens to be in a wheelchair. Life plays a little too rough sometimes.