His hand smoothed down the curve of her back, tracing the bump of her spine and burning through the thin fabric of her dress. They spoke a promise, one she knew would end with her naked and open beneath him, and that promise moved through her body like a vibration. She felt his lips brush …
Ever have a story pop into your mind when you’re doing something that makes it impossible to write it down? I’m driving when this story, this first line popped into my head 5 hours ago. She loved the weight of him in her hands. The color, dark with blood brought on by lust teased her. …
Couple of pieces to enjoy. First is my morning/night haikus from yesterday Early sunlight Streaming in Rousing me sweetly * Eyes heavy Body relaxed Night sets in – A small wordle from The Sunday Whirl I struggle to thrive To land on my feet To never let life harden me To carry on though I’m …
The last thing I wrote for this story. Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs. “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …
Part 1 — After telling myself repeatedly that I wasn’t going, 6:00 saw me standing in the bathroom pulling on the sluttiest dress I owned. Something black and clinging, too short and too low to be classified as anything other than a “fuck me” dress. I waited until 6:30 before I left. Partly I’m a bitch, …
Andy provides awesome prompts every week. Jump on board here! I welcome concrit on this. Prompt: razor thin Word count: 200 — The razor glided through the frothy foam, laying waste to the stubble that dotted his chin. A couple of quick swipes and his face was baby smooth. Clearing off the steam fogged mirror, …
“Let me push your limits just a little.” Push my limits? Something about the way he says it, the way he looks at me, makes me throb and ache and burn. He looks so hungry, but it’s more. His eyes darken and his lips tilt up in a half-smile that rearranges my insides. It’s a …
It was like nothing had changed. The dense crowd seemed to part and there he stood, just like the first time she saw him. Time slowed to a crawl then. She tried to stuff down the raw longing that swamped her, but it couldn’t be ignored. The low lights, warm press of bodies, and his …
A duel purpose post. The Sunday Whirl providing the words and Five Sentence Fiction the prompt. Prompt: Edge — I’m on it. Teetering, tottering A sigh away from tumbling off it Over the threshold into oblivion It’ll welcome me in A release of control I am bold in this fall Superseding my might, my mind …
Something I’m working on, or one of many things more accurately. More intense language than I’d ever use in real life, but felt right with the character. Just playing around with more first person POV because it’s good writing practice. — The pain reverberated along my spine, drawing hot tears from my eyes. It surprised …