She was...
Nov. 20th, 2008 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
acquiescenceThe drama, was of course continuing - though that's all I'm going to say about it. It's frustrated me enough for one day.
Got my prompt for one of the fic exchanges I am doing this holiday season. It's been a few years since I've done one and I was feeling festive this year, so it should be interesting to see how that goes. Details will be forthcoming.
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mini_nanowrimo is still going along, I broke 9,000 words yesterday, which considering I only committed to 3,000 words this month is pretty good. I am very impressed with myself that I've been able to add a little something to the word count every day so far this month, let's just keep our fingers crossed that I continue with the good work.
I have a bit of original fiction to share with you today, which I started very early this morning, it is definitely PG-13, though it's not exactly explicit. Been too long since I've written original fiction, I've lost my touch.
She was all soft curves and pink lips, small whimpered gasps and clutching hands, she tasted sweet like afternoon tea with a hint of honey. Each touch drawing out a lingering moan, a stuttered gasp and hips arching, seeking more, desperate for it. She shivered under the touch, drew in quick panting breaths of air even as she opened herself for more.
She was sweet like warm chocolate, melting beneath each touch. Soft and almost breakable under each soothing caress, skin pale and smooth trembling beneath tentative fingers. A finger tracing down her chest, drawing a whimpering gasp from kiss-reddened lips, a stuttering moan slipped past parted lips as fingers pushed lower, growing more confident.
She was warm, all soft folds and quivering muscles. Keening whimpers and flushed cheeks as fingers explored and teased. She gasped, her hips arching, seeking more, needing more, desperate. Frantic thrusts of hips, clinging and pleading, She wanted, she needed.
She was undone.
She was whole.
Got my prompt for one of the fic exchanges I am doing this holiday season. It's been a few years since I've done one and I was feeling festive this year, so it should be interesting to see how that goes. Details will be forthcoming.
mini_nanowrimo is still going along, I broke 9,000 words yesterday, which considering I only committed to 3,000 words this month is pretty good. I am very impressed with myself that I've been able to add a little something to the word count every day so far this month, let's just keep our fingers crossed that I continue with the good work. I have a bit of original fiction to share with you today, which I started very early this morning, it is definitely PG-13, though it's not exactly explicit. Been too long since I've written original fiction, I've lost my touch.
She was all soft curves and pink lips, small whimpered gasps and clutching hands, she tasted sweet like afternoon tea with a hint of honey. Each touch drawing out a lingering moan, a stuttered gasp and hips arching, seeking more, desperate for it. She shivered under the touch, drew in quick panting breaths of air even as she opened herself for more.
She was sweet like warm chocolate, melting beneath each touch. Soft and almost breakable under each soothing caress, skin pale and smooth trembling beneath tentative fingers. A finger tracing down her chest, drawing a whimpering gasp from kiss-reddened lips, a stuttering moan slipped past parted lips as fingers pushed lower, growing more confident.
She was warm, all soft folds and quivering muscles. Keening whimpers and flushed cheeks as fingers explored and teased. She gasped, her hips arching, seeking more, needing more, desperate. Frantic thrusts of hips, clinging and pleading, She wanted, she needed.
She was undone.
She was whole.