Mymy’s Stories

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Maya Angelou

Writing has always been part of my life: a refuge on rainy days, a springboard to my joy on sunny days, and the painting where I can put all the wildest ideas of my imagination to sleep.

Writing is bringing my essence and my creativity to life. I tried painting, drawing, sculpture, and so many other ways to get rid of all the things I wanted to express, but why look so far, since only the words really get there.

I wanted to share with you the fruit of my tribulations and my internal reflections, the crazy stories, sometimes naive, sometimes more adult. Sometimes fiction, sometimes reflecting my daily life, I hope to take you into my world and my own tone…

  • Extreme Frustration
    Peach frustration, Photo by Deon Black on Unsplash After our forbidden night, I was left wanting more. The alcohol hadn’t helped, and the moment hadn’t lived up to my fantasies. Yet I was still convinced that our early chemistry was not in vain, and that we still had some naughty moments left to live out together. Well, the… Read more: Extreme Frustration
  • Cherry on the cake
    Cherry on the cake, Photo by Muhil Mohan on Unsplash We left around 3 a.m., before daybreak, before my friends worried. I leave with the soft warmth of his lips on my forbidden fruit. At that moment, time seems suspended. My feet follow the path home without a sound. For once, my eyes are not searching for a… Read more: Cherry on the cake
  • Naughty alley
    162 Naughty alley, image by midjourney It was with a heavy heart that I began my summer vacation. So yes, I was very enthusiastic and excited about going to the Avignon Festival and performing with my troupe… But the backlash from the lumberjack stuck in my throat. On the one hand, I was proud to have… Read more: Naughty alley
  • Forbidden Night
    Forbidden Night, Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash This is the story of a night. A night when the memory of a kiss a few months earlier leads to a skid. He’s there, in my lair, innocent little prey who doesn’t really know what awaits him. I don’t really know what he’s doing there either. We’re not alone,… Read more: Forbidden Night
  • Suffocated
    Suffocated, Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a little blog entry. I’d like to tell you that it’s because everything has worked out with the woodcutter, and we’re living happily along the Canal de l’Ourcq… But you know me well enough to know that’s not the case. Well, I haven’t… Read more: Suffocated
  • Facing the Wolf
    The Wolf, Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash The wolf was the first man I ever loved. Yes, he was the first to make my heart flutter, to make my eyes water and to freeze a silly smile on my lips. Our story Our story lasted from the time I was 24 until I was about 26. I… Read more: Facing the Wolf
  • The Lumberjack
    The lumberjack’s axe, Photo by Alexei Scutari on Unsplash It’s been months since I’ve done an app date. I get out enough, have enough social interaction and a fairly limited desire to hook up, so what’s the point? But last week, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the fear of spending a 3-day weekend… Read more: The Lumberjack
  • Easy… or not
    159, parfois c’est simple… Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash About ten days after my little adventure, I go out again with a very good friend of mine and her friend P., whom I don’t know very well. We meet in a small bar in the 11th district, a bit tight, but very cool. Three girls in their… Read more: Easy… or not
  • Prey where are you?
    Prey of tonight, Photo by charlesdeluvio on Unsplash It’s been several weeks since I’ve had anything to eat. I’ve had periods when I could have, but didn’t feel like it, and others when I would have felt like it, but didn’t have the opportunity. Tonight, I feel like it and the opportunity, I intend to create it. Big… Read more: Prey where are you?