Kayleigh Taylor
Bio
Book, coffee and pet-obsessed writer who loves writing raw truths and fictional fantasies. I hope you enjoy.
Kayleigh
Stories (81/0)
Lucy
Sly 7:45 am, as usual Sly turns up 45 minutes early to the office, ready to get ahead of the game for the day. 35 years old, 6ft 3, slightly tired eyes but a vision of a statue of David, if ever you had seen one. Sly was a high-tech, data protection analyst and manager. Tech savvy, well paid and easy on the eyes. He used to box in his day, hence the name Sly. His real name was, can you believe it, David. After years of underdog wins in his early tweens, he had earned that name. David may not have had his own Adrian but he used to think he did until she disappeared.
By Kayleigh Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
It's been a while
It's been some time since I sat down and put pen to paper, or more accurately, finger to key. Life has become hectic and full of the day-to-day activities that make my daughter frequent the 'I'm bored' saying and see my dogs sigh 50 times a day. But am I bored?
By Kayleigh Taylor2 years ago in Confessions
How to (imperfectly) create a boob and penis pot
Boobs and big, small or an odd shaped penis. We have all seen them, laughed at them, loved them, encouraged people to flaunt them, be proud of them and often when they are our own...we have been either ashamed or extremely proud of them. So with that in mind, I decided to take inspiration from my less than perfect boobs, and my partners more than perfect penis, and create these extremely veiny, stretch mark filled, saggy and bent penis and boob pots. And now, I am going to share my 'expert' knowledge with you.
By Kayleigh Taylor2 years ago in Lifehack
My Long Covid Recovery
For 2 years I have lived relatively safe. I have made sure to wear a mask on public transport and when I have been in a shop or confined space. I have visited my parents only after isolating for several days and testing for even more in a row, with an obvious negative result. I have survived 2 and a bit lockdowns, home schooled my daughter, watched her go from 9 to 12 in the blink of an eye and entered my 30's, with barely a memory of my former, thinner self.
By Kayleigh Taylor2 years ago in Longevity
A peek into an antisocial arsehole
I'm not a fan of people. I don't like listening to endless stories of self worth or self pity, I don't like lies and all humans can't help but tell an abundance of them, and I hate falseness. No, I despise it. Not to say I don't enjoy the company of others at times, of course I do, but I like to choose who that company is and when I am going to be a part of it, (or allow them to be a part of mine).
By Kayleigh Taylor2 years ago in Confessions