I missed the song of the week this week because I just couldn’t get the story to work itself out. Not wanting to forget Andy, I’ve made him my humpday offering. Something Perfectly Imperfect. Prompt: White Noise Word Count: 200 — He slid his hands around her thighs, pulling her down so their bodies met with a …
Two songs this week. 1) Litost by Ambassador I watch the scratches as they appear on your face as if from a distance. How can rage, pain, and love live so comfortably inside me, all directed at you? With your sensual looks, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. It was the …
Finally a day off! Part 1 Part 2 — Standing in his room – no, definitely suite – ten minutes later, I absently wondered how I got there. How had he managed to sweet talk me into following him back when I told myself I wouldn’t? The anxiety and desire that bubbled through my veins …
Haven’t done any poetry in a while. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction and words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Accident — The deep cut should’ve been my clue as the visions danced like bright fairies before my eyes I quickly became a nebulous thing, red blood dripping, my spirit hovering above my prone body Opaque …
Riding on the train is a favorite moment of mine. It’s funny that I would like it, considering the crush of rush hours. It’s strangers pressed impossibly close to one another, breathing each other’s air, and pretending ignorance at the feeling of body parts touching so intimately. But what I love about it is the …
This is the spot where the Twelve Week Challenge goes… Except I didn’t do this week. Bad, Cara. Here’s what I have managed To this point: Goal 1 was summarizing chapters in the story I’m currently editing. I’ve started that process and think I’ve worked out what I want to change in the beginning. RG …
Andy has the weekly prompt up! Perhaps the counterpart of the previous post? Prompt: Eat Away Word Count: 183 — His hands splayed her thighs wide as he pressed his lips to the open petals of her cunt; a gentle open-mouthed kiss of lips to wet lips. But this would be no delicate tasting of her body, …
I haven’t written a story with a commenter in mind for a while. For a person who intrigues me and makes my temperature spike (do you know it’s for you?). No editing here, this is purely for my enjoyment. “You have me here, now what are you going to do with me?” I mentioned I’m shy …
“Just let me hold you.” It was a plea. She could feel the unspoken please that hovered on his tongue and wondered if his pride would ever allow him to say it. The fact that she heard it in his voice was almost enough to make her climb back in bed and burrow into his …
I’ve jumped on the Fiction Relay wagon. It’s a very interesting story that’s been running for a few months. Check out the summary and the players on the homepage to catch up. Now, Hasty set me up so I’m going to take a hit here. — This would be quick. Her mother needed her, but …