Ever have a story pop into your mind when you’re doing something that makes it impossible to write it down? I’m driving when this story, this first line popped into my head 5 hours ago. She loved the weight of him in her hands. The color, dark with blood brought on by lust teased her. …
Month: April 2013
Couple of pieces to enjoy. First is my morning/night haikus from yesterday Early sunlight Streaming in Rousing me sweetly * Eyes heavy Body relaxed Night sets in – A small wordle from The Sunday Whirl I struggle to thrive To land on my feet To never let life harden me To carry on though I’m …
The last thing I wrote for this story. Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs. “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …
Traveling to Boston right now and need something to keep my mind busy. A poem to all my lurkers. I see you Watching me Reading words that Arouse, stimulate, titillate you My special voyeur Peeking in Breathing me in And out, in and out I open up for Undress for Am vulnerable for Your eyes …
Part 1 — After telling myself repeatedly that I wasn’t going, 6:00 saw me standing in the bathroom pulling on the sluttiest dress I owned. Something black and clinging, too short and too low to be classified as anything other than a “fuck me” dress. I waited until 6:30 before I left. Partly I’m a bitch, …
Andy provides awesome prompts every week. Jump on board here! I welcome concrit on this. Prompt: razor thin Word count: 200 — The razor glided through the frothy foam, laying waste to the stubble that dotted his chin. A couple of quick swipes and his face was baby smooth. Clearing off the steam fogged mirror, …
“Let me push your limits just a little.” Push my limits? Something about the way he says it, the way he looks at me, makes me throb and ache and burn. He looks so hungry, but it’s more. His eyes darken and his lips tilt up in a half-smile that rearranges my insides. It’s a …
It was like nothing had changed. The dense crowd seemed to part and there he stood, just like the first time she saw him. Time slowed to a crawl then. She tried to stuff down the raw longing that swamped her, but it couldn’t be ignored. The low lights, warm press of bodies, and his …
I’m hella insecure. What a way to start a post! I am though, insecure that is. A fact an awesome fellow blogger pointed out to me. It tends to touch everything I do, turning my love for things into hate. It’s what makes me put disclaimers on my stories. It’s what makes me a mean …
A duel purpose post. The Sunday Whirl providing the words and Five Sentence Fiction the prompt. Prompt: Edge — I’m on it. Teetering, tottering A sigh away from tumbling off it Over the threshold into oblivion It’ll welcome me in A release of control I am bold in this fall Superseding my might, my mind …