Getting a story started. Hang tight. “Miss, you’ll have to hold your coat until after all the luggage is stowed.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I…” Missy glanced up from digging in her purse and the words died on her tongue. Her jacket was five inches from her face, but her eyes bypassed it to the tan …
“Man, she is so far out of your league you two aren’t even in the same galaxy.” True. Fucking. Story. Brad couldn’t deny the truth of Mark’s words. This girl was out of his league; it was there in the way she carried herself as she floated across the room. She screamed high-class and dignified …
So, without realizing it, my year anniversary flew past. I figured I should at least make note of the event and chit-chat a bit. I’ve wondered who I’ve become. I was under a completely different pen name and blogging site last year, but the threat of exposure forced my hand. Ultimately I have to thank …
His eyes strayed to the exposed curve of her breast for the fifth time in the last few minutes. Blue veins ran down from the top in intricate patterns that beckoned him to come trace each one with his tongue. He shuddered, shifting in his seat as his pants tightened that much more. The baby …
Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …
I need to write! She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenching as she tried to hold herself together. The race of her heart filled her ears, eclipsing the rush of her breath as it hissed from her. A lesson in utter concentration. A lesson in self control. The air brushing over her flushed skin was …
Quickly I turn Face down Face buried in pillows Facing the rising need Legs part I’m remembering Slick sounds A slick body thrusting into me Mouth open A lazy moan slips out A long groan slips out A quiver winding tight Bursting wide A pretty peach so pink Wishing to be touched By more than …
Sorry that the stories have spaced out. I’m working 12 hour nights and it takes a serious toll on me. There’s a half-finished story rotting away in my draft box. It’s been there since January, the poor thing! It has so much potential, but I haven’t had the energy to finish it and I can’t …
He leaned in for a kiss and her body clenched. Her musky scent so strong on his skin. Images of that moment, last night. His head pressed between her thighs. Everything came rushing back With the fragrance of her lust lingering like perfume on his lips.
Inspired by this story. It’s just hard to articulate… “You can get your ass beat right here or we can go down to the basement and talk privately.” Shane shoved her backwards, jabbing her hip into the counter. Before she could gather her wits, he trapped her between his body and the dishwasher. Wrapping his …