Creative Revival

Nov 25, 2008 14:31

Who wrote yesterday? I wrote yesterday. Not much, but it's a start.

She watches the sunflower clock above the door. She has a limited amount of time to clean the apartment, shower, and get ready before Cy arrives. Not that her apartment is particularly messy or that their relationship is new enough that she worries about making a bad impression. But Christie likes a clean home no matter who comes over. And she could see the spark in Cy’s eyes at the restaurant. She could smell the pheromones. And she’s pretty sure she even saw the girth of Cy’s swollen cock growing in his pants. He’s not coming over to make love to her. He’s coming over for a hard, deep fuckin’. The fuckin’ so hard that the G falls off the end of the word. Crazy beast sex.
          She tingles with expectation. Love making has its time and place. So does crazy beast sex. The problem is that the place for hard fuckin’ could be anywhere: the bed, the floor, the kitchen table, the kitchen counter, the back of the couch, the hallway, and who knows where else. Best to be prepared, so she straightens as fast as she can.

writing, writer's block, black magic and barbecue sauce

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