I’m not saying I’m abandoning NaNo yet, but my inspiration is still absent. I managed about 4,000 words on Saturday, but haven’t felt the same drive to write since then. Really I think I’m expecting too much of myself (in a lot of areas of my life). I decided to share the first page from the story …
Month: November 2013
Waking up to you The heat of you at my back Arm beneath my breasts Your breath fanning my neck I am safe here Filled with want Savoring the hard press of you Enjoying the way you rise like the sun
November means NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is underway. I’ve been low on creativity. It’s almost like being impotent this wanting to “get it up” but not being able to find the desire to write. So, my usual excitement surrounding NaNo is absent and it’s unsettling. My story feels forced and boring. I’m behind …
He lets me tie him down and tease his body. It’s heady having that kind of power over someone, using lips and tongue and teeth to arouse. The fact that he’s unbelievably ticklish appeals because just my breath on his skin makes him squirm in the most delicious way. What starts as a simple massage …