I like to pretend I’m his special girl. Pulling on the sheer black hold ups, hooking garters to the tops, snapping on the black bra that shows the hard poke of my nipples, I think of his smile and the wicked gleam in his sharp eyes. He’ll unzip the tight blue dress I’m zipping up …
Some lovers are only a memory written out so you don’t forget them even though you should. Others become shadows that haunt your mind, that you find creeping into your thoughts as you butter your toast or the moment you pull a beer out of the fridge. You didn’t think you had a reason to …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Waking up to you The heat of you at my back Arm beneath my breasts Your breath fanning my neck I am safe here Filled with want Savoring the hard press of you Enjoying the way you rise like the sun
November means NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is underway. I’ve been low on creativity. It’s almost like being impotent this wanting to “get it up” but not being able to find the desire to write. So, my usual excitement surrounding NaNo is absent and it’s unsettling. My story feels forced and boring. I’m behind …
Her hips went up, exposing the delicious strip of her femininity to his eyes. He trailed a finger along the line of her back, around the curve of her bottom, skimming the wink of her back hole before slipping through the parted lips of her cunt. One finger pushed in and her wet heat swallowed …
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