Crumpling the paper, he tossed it in the garbage can near the door barely registering the sound as it thumped against the metal. More wasted words, more wasted effort, more wasted dreams. Despair hung heavy over him as the pen stayed poised over the blank page. Why wouldn’t the words come? They’d stalled on the …
He was specific with his instructions that day down to the color heels I needed to wear. His office by 11:45am bent over the front of his desk. No bra or panties, my white blouse unbuttoned just until my breasts spill out, my black mini skirt flipped up over my back, legs parted and elbows …
She missed holding hands the most. Watching the way the couple across from her pressed palm flush to palm, fingers entwined and connected brought forth a wave of such longing. Sucking in a breath she tried to look away from their public intimacy but found herself unable to do so. Their lips touching was at …
I can’t let NaNo go completely. I can’t say for sure where this falls in the story, but it’s in there. NaNo’s unedited so forgive me for not correcting here. The moment he slid into her wetness he felt like he’d come home. Brushing a finger over her full bottom lip, he just grazed the edge …
“Go slow.” I feel your hand at the back of my neck, offering comfort with a squeeze. Your lips brush along the shell of my ear before you whisper, “You know I will.” I do know, have known since the first time I met you. It was the sincerity in your voice as you told …
I circle back around to the topic of worth regularly because I seek to understand my own. It’s that time again… Worth 1. value in money:the value of something, especially in terms of money 2. amount equaling given value: the amount of something that can be bought for a particular sum of money or that …
Not quite a story… I love the way the air swirls just before a train pulls into the station. It’s almost magical like fairies dancing around my face, tickling my skin, trying to lift me from the dark to something much lighter. The sound, that thundering sound of metal clacking against metal melds to make …
Just a quick sketch of thoughts fresh in my brain from tonight’s ride home Thin fingers, short nails rounded at the ends, skin that appears chaffed red by cold in some spots and an even apricot in others. I’m fascinated by his hand as it dangles unprotected in front of me. Curious as to whether …
I’m not saying I’m abandoning NaNo yet, but my inspiration is still absent. I managed about 4,000 words on Saturday, but haven’t felt the same drive to write since then. Really I think I’m expecting too much of myself (in a lot of areas of my life). I decided to share the first page from the story …