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 …
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 …
Something I’m working on, or one of many things more accurately. More intense language than I’d ever use in real life, but felt right with the character. Just playing around with more first person POV because it’s good writing practice. — The pain reverberated along my spine, drawing hot tears from my eyes. It surprised …
For Ss and Gs, I opened a few accounts. Find me on The Facebook at Cara Thereon. I’m on Twitter @thereon_cara. Lets call this a social media experiment, so indulge me by popping by and giving me a follow. Writing test from Andy for the week. It’s a twofer! I’m giving you a poem and …
The intricate pattern of the Windsor knot appeared under his hands without much thought. His mind was definitely elsewhere… Would she wear the dress he left on the bed? It was daring, cut so low the soft swell of her breasts would spill out. His hands pause as he thought about the metallic fabric hugging …
I always like to share the posts that trigger something in me. This post is worth the share for anyone else who struggles with comparing.