I have undertaken a deadly task.
I have committed to writing all 157 within a year of the project's inception.
Which means writing about 5 stories a week!
I think I'm going to die.
G
End.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
WIP: Technically Virgins
They were breathing so heavily. He hadn’t expected all of the shaking, he felt like his hormones would tear right through him. His jaw chattered like he was freezing to death.
The sheets were scratchy and moist, the room was cold. Half-light fluttered in through the half open windows, street lights and headlights. The curtains whipped.
Her skin was the softest thing he had ever touched. He ached when he stroked her with his index finger. Dogs barked in the distance, an ambulance wailed far away. Her lips were the softest pinks and reds as they tenderly teased him.
Slowly, they undressed. A sock here, then a button followed by a zipper. Everything was faded and muted, heartbreaking yellows and cold, dark blues.
Neither one of them really knew what to do with their bodies, and nothing and everything felt right.
They smelled like sweat and body spray, the sheets had been freshly cleaned, and reeked of dryer-sheet perfume. He spoke then she spoke, roughly, unsure of what to say. “I love you” was what seemed appropriate, even though neither of them were sure it was true.
A flurry of aggressive kisses. Their mouths were dry and wet. He bit her lip and she bit his neck. They wanted to eat each other up. What they wanted the most they wouldn’t do. Too many promises and prayers for purity.
Abstinence was their cherished value, and no matter how flushing things ever got, they were still technically virgins.
The sheets were scratchy and moist, the room was cold. Half-light fluttered in through the half open windows, street lights and headlights. The curtains whipped.
Her skin was the softest thing he had ever touched. He ached when he stroked her with his index finger. Dogs barked in the distance, an ambulance wailed far away. Her lips were the softest pinks and reds as they tenderly teased him.
Slowly, they undressed. A sock here, then a button followed by a zipper. Everything was faded and muted, heartbreaking yellows and cold, dark blues.
Neither one of them really knew what to do with their bodies, and nothing and everything felt right.
They smelled like sweat and body spray, the sheets had been freshly cleaned, and reeked of dryer-sheet perfume. He spoke then she spoke, roughly, unsure of what to say. “I love you” was what seemed appropriate, even though neither of them were sure it was true.
A flurry of aggressive kisses. Their mouths were dry and wet. He bit her lip and she bit his neck. They wanted to eat each other up. What they wanted the most they wouldn’t do. Too many promises and prayers for purity.
Abstinence was their cherished value, and no matter how flushing things ever got, they were still technically virgins.
A Story Seed
Stretching beyond his headlights, the highway flew under the midnight blue Jaguar. He had the interior lights turned down to an ambient glow. He wore sunglasses to hide his burning eyes. His face was beyond pale, stretched thin over his skull.
In the darkness of the back seat, a youngish girl in a short red dress. Unconscious. She was tied so tightly that the rope was cutting into her wrists.
His foot had never stopped mashing the pedal to the floor, and the engine roared like a lion, revving and revving. He tore over each hill and power-steered through the turns.
Then...
In the darkness of the back seat, a youngish girl in a short red dress. Unconscious. She was tied so tightly that the rope was cutting into her wrists.
His foot had never stopped mashing the pedal to the floor, and the engine roared like a lion, revving and revving. He tore over each hill and power-steered through the turns.
Then...
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