Got my posts mixed up because I didn’t have the song of the week ready yesterday. Decided to combine it with Andy’s prompt. Prompt: Permanent Marker Word count: 199 (ish? I rearranged some things) “What. The fuck?!” The roar of his voice vibrating the bedroom walls made Vivian freeze. As if in slow motion, she …
Man, it’s been a long week. Lazy day for me. Everything in me focused on getting home though I couldn’t help checking out each person that stepped on the train. Fatigue slowed my mind down, but the longer I watched people, the more my creativity tried to sit up and took notice. He’s a naughty …
It’s pretty apparent that I’ve abandoned ship on the Twelve Week Challenge front. It was good in some respects and props to Panty Parade for helping me through my writer’s block. You should follow her, by the way. I find her posts frank and refreshingly honest. So, where am I at the end (my end) …
A version of this story appears in Discover Me. I’m terrible at self-promotion, but want to do what I’m able to advertise for myself. Enjoy! Oh, come visit me on Twitter (yes, I want you to visit). I was telling a story there earlier. Inclination She tilted her face up to the ceiling and let …
Where. Was. He?! Her face burned as she paced from the kitchen to the front door, her red soled stilettos clacking on the tiled floor as she moved. Bright spots of red dotted her cheeks and her full lips pressed in a thin line that gave her an intense look. Two hours of waiting had …
For those who don’t follow me on Twitter, I’ve outlined my goals for the month remaining til my birthday. Here’s an old, unedited story that represents a top fantasy of mine while I taught. Figured it warranted a repost on this lazy Sunday. Celeste scanned the lecture hall when she entered and found him in …
I wrote part of this while in the grips of medication and exhaustion. I’m only marginally more alert and traveling to boot. This particular train story won’t leave me alone though. The moment he entered the train I got that… Feeling about him. He had dark, close cropped hair that I wanted to touch. He …
Andy’s prompt today. I swear I’m going to take a week and write only sweet stuff. My closet romantic is apparently deep in the closet lately, pushed there by my not-so-latent exhibitionist. She’s a cheeky, naked, brown-skinned girl with a nipple ring and tattoos if you walk by her open window. Topic for discussion: homophones taught/taunt/taut. …
Note: this was originally in first person because I often fantasy about this. Me, naked over a desk with a nicely dressed man taking me from behind. I changed the pov for a host of reasons, but figured it would be better like this. This’ll be quick, you and her. A thirst you need to …
Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …