This is actually a mini 12 week challenge update interspersed with random thoughts I’ve been having. I’ve started reading one of my stories that needs editing and here has been my thought process so far: “Why do I keep procrastinating and not reading this like I promised I would?” “Hm, this isn’t that bad. I’m …
It wasn’t the way her body welcomed his as he slid deep inside her that told him. Not the way she melted like warm milk chocolate beneath him, whispering sexy words with each measured thrust that told him. Not the beautiful way she rose up to meet him, not the so familiar taste of her …
Our eyes meet across the room, and electricity sparks between us. I’m suddenly all to aware of my body. The heaviness of my breasts as they tried to spill over the top of my corset, the way my heart raced at a frantic pace, the way wet heat bloomed and seeped from between my thighs. …
I did manage to find a place yesterday. Guess I just needed to be at the end of my rope before something happened. I’m a week behind on this challenge, but that’s okay. G has her week 1 up so stop over and see what she’s trying to accomplish. LSAM will have hers up on …
The light from the porch taunted her. Like the flicker of a candle and she the moth, it beckoned her to step back into the warmth she’d left. She wanted it, wanted to see him and touch him, wanted him to surround her with love. She wanted his smile, his booming laughter, his caress. God, …
I’m suffering from writer’s block. It happens to me every so often, but it’s been a week-long course and I’m getting a little irritated. Rather than resort to another week of poetry, I’ve decided to take up the challenge presented by Panty Parade at Off Go The Panties. She offers a way to kick the …
Finishing up a night shift. So very sleepy I am. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, photo as well. Words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Shadows Two ships at ports opposite, transparent with their billowing sails, at the end of their journeys harrowing, and set to pass by one more time They glide toward each other …
From thoughts I’ve had lately helped along by Andy’s weekly challenge. Do participate. Prompt: Artificial Intelligence Word count: 200 — Our joke is asking him why his lashes are so long. I wake up, let my eyes linger on the sooty lashes fanning along his cheeks, marvel at how handsome he is, and kiss him awake. …
His hand smoothed down the curve of her back, tracing the bump of her spine and burning through the thin fabric of her dress. They spoke a promise, one she knew would end with her naked and open beneath him, and that promise moved through her body like a vibration. She felt his lips brush …
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. …