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 …
Month: June 2013
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. …
I just finished writing a story that I’m debating about posting because of its content. It’s erotic, yes, but it also contains elements such as non-consent, hate, force, and racial slurs. As in much of my writing, I put things in that I need to sort out mentally. Sometimes those things slip in without me …
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 …
I’m on my way to church, a moment when my mind should focus on Godly things after I’ve let it wander through the week. The train has just pulled into the station and I watch him step up to the platform out of the corner of my eye. And like a smoke cloud evaporating, there …
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 …
The distinct smell of my arousal drifts up. My thighs spread wider as I read sending more of that musky, warm scent into the air. Feminine. That’s how I feel as a different kind of dew coats plump lips. I wonder if it’s a scent that would arouse the ardor of a man. A tantalizing …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
I’ve gotten a bit off track with the writing challenge. I’ve gotten a bit off track with my writing in general. This is week 8, I believe, in Panty Parade’s 12 Week challenge. I was to research 3 people who can help me reach my goals and ask them burning questions. That didn’t happen, but …