Or thoughts on the plane. This topic is brought to you by the current voting round for Smut Marathon. “Imperfect” character sketches is the current assignment. It brought up personal responsibility when writing fiction among other things. Here’s just a couple of things on my mind. Go *vote* by the way. So a few things …
It was close to midnight and Lani lay waiting. She was tired, exhausted really, but anticipation kept her eyes open. She was clad only in a tank top and short bottoms without panties like he told her. The waiting was making her achy and wet. The house was silent, the last few guest having departed …
A continuation of sorts? – The opening of the garage door woke her from her sleep. Lani stretched, aware of the soreness of her cunt. She cupped herself and felt the lingering wetness of her Daddy’s come on her lips. The touch to her cunt brought what she’d done back to the forefront of her …
She was old enough that coming home for the summer seemed like a silly idea. Especially since none of her siblings where home and it meant she’d have to spend it with her mother and step-father. Her step-father. Lani gripped the steering wheel as she sat in the driveway of the ranch style house that …
Day 27: 545 words and a touch of taboo – Her line of work made certain bodily functions a part of life. She’d cleaned more blood, vomit, feces, spit, snot, and urine in her lengthy career than most people produced in their lifetime. It required a steel stomach and a general nonchalantness she possessed in …
Day 7: word count 950. May be a topic that’s a bit weird, but hang in – “Come over here, kitten.” She looked up from where she’d been puzzling out a story for National Novel Writing Month to see him motioning for her. He patted his knee and she went to lie over his lap. …
Content warning: This story deals with depression, PTSD, and suicidal thoughts – The sound of the gun being cocked bounced off the walls. He stared at it in his hand for a minute before uncocking it and sitting it on the sink, pressing hard as though it would push all his feelings into the machine. …
It was well past midnight when I slipped out of my room. The usual cacophony that marked the full house was blissfully silent as I walked along the hallway. My nipples tightened the closer I came to your door. I stopped before it, wondering if you’d receive me like always or if things had changed …
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 …