Post by Jenna Scorn on Jun 9, 2007 0:19:23 GMT -8
Yeah.
Writers block.
Whenever I get writers block, I try and just randomly start writing.
Let it all flow.
This is all I have so far.
Probably won't finish it.
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Oh sure, there had been girls along the way. Redheads, mostly. He had a thing for them, it seemed. The longer the hair, the better. Maybe it was the freckles. Who knew.
But, he figured, this really wasn't the time for retrospect.
Not when those too-skilled hands were running down his sides so smoothly. Not when his coat was thrown across the back of his armchair, he bare-chested and barefoot in his front office. Not when she was leaned back on his desk, impeccably manicured nails trailing over the waistband of his pants and toying playfully about the zipper.
She glanced up at him, one forefinger skimming suddenly upwards - up his stomach, up his chest, up his throat, to tap at the bottom of his chin teasingly and seek his gaze.
Silver arched over one eye, and he cast her a catty grin.
Leaning forwards to lap at the shell of his ear - he shuddered welcomely at the affection - her other hand slipped far too smoothly below what layer of leather covered his lower half, and she chuckled, purring in quiet delight. "Mmn...you've grown since I last saw you, sugar."
Her words were like heaven.
It really didn't help that she was, after all, a redhead.
Writers block.
Whenever I get writers block, I try and just randomly start writing.
Let it all flow.
This is all I have so far.
Probably won't finish it.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
Oh sure, there had been girls along the way. Redheads, mostly. He had a thing for them, it seemed. The longer the hair, the better. Maybe it was the freckles. Who knew.
But, he figured, this really wasn't the time for retrospect.
Not when those too-skilled hands were running down his sides so smoothly. Not when his coat was thrown across the back of his armchair, he bare-chested and barefoot in his front office. Not when she was leaned back on his desk, impeccably manicured nails trailing over the waistband of his pants and toying playfully about the zipper.
She glanced up at him, one forefinger skimming suddenly upwards - up his stomach, up his chest, up his throat, to tap at the bottom of his chin teasingly and seek his gaze.
Silver arched over one eye, and he cast her a catty grin.
Leaning forwards to lap at the shell of his ear - he shuddered welcomely at the affection - her other hand slipped far too smoothly below what layer of leather covered his lower half, and she chuckled, purring in quiet delight. "Mmn...you've grown since I last saw you, sugar."
Her words were like heaven.
It really didn't help that she was, after all, a redhead.
