oof. Also femmeslash.
Oy vey. Sorry I haven't been around the past, like... four days. Saturday we were visiting some family friends aaaall day and then on Sunday I went home with my sister to her apartment, where I stayed until this morning, when I went straight to school from her place. I just got home a little under an hour ago and have been checking my e-mail and catching up with my flist (although there is SO much fic I need to read, MAN.)
So, yeah. Sorry I haven't really been commenting or posting or any of that. Did you all have a good weekend/Labor Day?
I have a Spanish test coming up next week that I definitely need to study a LOT for. I have a book I need to read within the next two or three weeks for CA History. I have a little under 40 pages about Hinduism to read for Religions in the next couple of weeks. Not too bad, I guess.
My history class is boring enough that I have time to write, erm, things, during it. The kinds of things that I'm sort of desperately hoping the dude sitting next to me didn't look over and read. HEH.
Coffee and cream when their skin presses together, dark and pale in contrast. Softer than a man, sweet-smelling and smooth, slick where their legs meet, where fingers twist.
High-pitched moans, whines, gasps as their voices break over and into each other, breath catching on whimpers, sounds muffled into skin darkening with bruises under the pressure of teeth.
(My inspiration for that maaaay have been spilling a bit of coffee on myself/my notebook. Ha.) Seriously, I was, like... half covering that with one hand as I wrote it because I was starting to get paranoid that the kid sitting next to me would look over. Hee.
So, yeah. Sorry I haven't really been commenting or posting or any of that. Did you all have a good weekend/Labor Day?
I have a Spanish test coming up next week that I definitely need to study a LOT for. I have a book I need to read within the next two or three weeks for CA History. I have a little under 40 pages about Hinduism to read for Religions in the next couple of weeks. Not too bad, I guess.
My history class is boring enough that I have time to write, erm, things, during it. The kinds of things that I'm sort of desperately hoping the dude sitting next to me didn't look over and read. HEH.
Coffee and cream when their skin presses together, dark and pale in contrast. Softer than a man, sweet-smelling and smooth, slick where their legs meet, where fingers twist.
High-pitched moans, whines, gasps as their voices break over and into each other, breath catching on whimpers, sounds muffled into skin darkening with bruises under the pressure of teeth.
(My inspiration for that maaaay have been spilling a bit of coffee on myself/my notebook. Ha.) Seriously, I was, like... half covering that with one hand as I wrote it because I was starting to get paranoid that the kid sitting next to me would look over. Hee.