Teaser for my new Sam/Missy fic
I said it might happen and happening is what it is. I've got a basic premise of a plot and a number of kinky situations for hatesex to occur in and I'm always ready to look at suggestions. What I really need is some sort of motivation to keep writing. And someone to make sure I haven't drifted through tenses. And to stop taking a break every few minutes to listen to the new Muse track.
Yeah, so, this is a little prologue type thing. As usual, I swear a lot.
Apparently, you should always start a story with something interesting. So, I was handcuffed at the wrists and ankles to a bed, gagged with what I hoped was a clean pair of another girl's underwear and with my cell phone set to vibrate and tucked into my own underwear in a position that would turn out to be very exciting when someone tried to phone me. Which was almost certain to happen, seeing as I was meant to be meeting up with my best friend, and the girl who currently had me bound, and go for a trip to the mall in around ten minutes time. No doubt, that when I didn't show, someone would try to call me and find out why.
Why would my apparent friend do this to me? We weren't really friends, more like love rivals. The object of our attentions? One Miss Carly Shay. I'd been her best friend for around eight years, my rival had filled that position before me. Her name was Missy Robinson. Both her and Carly were military brats, except Carls had a cool big brother to stay with and Missy had to go wherever her father was stationed. She was forced to leave and I filled the gap and completely overshadowed her with my awesomeness.
A while ago she came back to Seattle and tried to usurp me by being an all round dickhead. I was, of course, triumphant. She was stuck on a fishing trawler for six months and I got a cool new phone. I won't go into too much detail about that, but trust me she was a dickhead and seemed a little too interested in getting close to Carly again. Anyway, she returns after her cruise and Carls says she can hang out if she stops being an asshole. Well she said it in a less offensive way but you get the idea.
How, I hear you cry, does this relate to me ending up in a scene from a softcore bondage film and being indirectly pleasured by Carly when she tries to find out why I'm late? Well, that's what I'm about to tell you.
Yeah, so, this is a little prologue type thing. As usual, I swear a lot.
Apparently, you should always start a story with something interesting. So, I was handcuffed at the wrists and ankles to a bed, gagged with what I hoped was a clean pair of another girl's underwear and with my cell phone set to vibrate and tucked into my own underwear in a position that would turn out to be very exciting when someone tried to phone me. Which was almost certain to happen, seeing as I was meant to be meeting up with my best friend, and the girl who currently had me bound, and go for a trip to the mall in around ten minutes time. No doubt, that when I didn't show, someone would try to call me and find out why.
Why would my apparent friend do this to me? We weren't really friends, more like love rivals. The object of our attentions? One Miss Carly Shay. I'd been her best friend for around eight years, my rival had filled that position before me. Her name was Missy Robinson. Both her and Carly were military brats, except Carls had a cool big brother to stay with and Missy had to go wherever her father was stationed. She was forced to leave and I filled the gap and completely overshadowed her with my awesomeness.
A while ago she came back to Seattle and tried to usurp me by being an all round dickhead. I was, of course, triumphant. She was stuck on a fishing trawler for six months and I got a cool new phone. I won't go into too much detail about that, but trust me she was a dickhead and seemed a little too interested in getting close to Carly again. Anyway, she returns after her cruise and Carls says she can hang out if she stops being an asshole. Well she said it in a less offensive way but you get the idea.
How, I hear you cry, does this relate to me ending up in a scene from a softcore bondage film and being indirectly pleasured by Carly when she tries to find out why I'm late? Well, that's what I'm about to tell you.