Lotus_Maiden
My weakness? You.
- Joined
- May 15, 2014
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SRP Status:
Setting up.
Don't's:
Do not post, just yet.
Do's:
Do check back often.
Do read this solicitation first.
Do lurk the original source.
Do get to know me a little.
Do send a musing PM if you're interested.
Happy Writing!
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(First draft. Word count: 500.)
Click. Click. Click.
Day: 157th
Year: 2020
Second day of Employees Appreciation Working Holiday. A holiday where the company paid for all expenses for over 100 employees. An all-inclusive vacation on a beautiful tropical island in the middle
The slender fingers stopped typing abruptly. She looked over the laptop just as the plantation shutters swung open by a strong gust. With a flick of her wrist, the shutters stopped just a millimeter short from hitting the wall. With another flick, the shutters closed by itself as she continued to type.
of the Pacific ocean. What are they hiding behind this facade?
She chuckled at her own hypocrisy. She too held onto a secret of her own. She sighed and closed the laptop. With a snifter between her fingers, she walked out onto the balcony. The breeze crawled between the sundress and her bare flesh. The cool breath brushed between her legs and lingered until a moan escaped her lips.
She rested against the railing and savored the intensifying sensation. Her fingers weaved and twirled as if playing an invisible piano until her vision flashed white for a split second. Her knees buckled as a trail of sticky warm fluids dripped down her thighs. She inhaled to calm the flushness on her cheeks.
-
She suddenly felt both insignificant and momentous as she stared out the crystal-clear ocean on a ridiculously pink doughnut floaty. She dipped her hands in the cool water and took in a deep breath. As she exhaled, her whole body relaxed and let the waves slowly but surely pushed her back to shore.
Once she reached the shore, a resort staff whisked the floaty. The sun kissed every inch of her skin as she made her way to a lounger. She deposited herself onto the chair and munched from the charcuterie spread and champagne, completely unphased by how the staffs knew exactly what she wants. It was as if they could read her mind.
“Miss Ophelia? For you.”
“Lia is fine,” she responded. She simultaneously took a white envelope and thanked him. She wedged the letter between the table and her laptop, refusing to spoil her day by those written words.
Unprompted, she wondered if she will ever retire. Has anyone in her profession ever successfully quitted? Many had said, this job is the last job. It turned out true, in a sense that they didn’t take another job after that. She knew better; still, was hopeful that they indeed found a happily ever after.
She inhaled deeply as she felt the tingles return. Her fingers danced away on her knees. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. She closed her eyes and bit her lips to muffle herself as the wet muscles between her legs clenched and throbbed. A warm glow spread as her petite frame shivered from the high. The triangle of her bikini bottom moistened by her own juice.
Lia’s lips curled while she exhaled longingly. Behind the shades, her eyes wandered around the surrounding.
Setting up.
Don't's:
Do not post, just yet.
Do's:
Do check back often.
Do read this solicitation first.
Do lurk the original source.
Do get to know me a little.
Do send a musing PM if you're interested.
Happy Writing!----
(First draft. Word count: 500.)
Click. Click. Click.
Day: 157th
Year: 2020
Second day of Employees Appreciation Working Holiday. A holiday where the company paid for all expenses for over 100 employees. An all-inclusive vacation on a beautiful tropical island in the middle
The slender fingers stopped typing abruptly. She looked over the laptop just as the plantation shutters swung open by a strong gust. With a flick of her wrist, the shutters stopped just a millimeter short from hitting the wall. With another flick, the shutters closed by itself as she continued to type.
of the Pacific ocean. What are they hiding behind this facade?
She chuckled at her own hypocrisy. She too held onto a secret of her own. She sighed and closed the laptop. With a snifter between her fingers, she walked out onto the balcony. The breeze crawled between the sundress and her bare flesh. The cool breath brushed between her legs and lingered until a moan escaped her lips.
She rested against the railing and savored the intensifying sensation. Her fingers weaved and twirled as if playing an invisible piano until her vision flashed white for a split second. Her knees buckled as a trail of sticky warm fluids dripped down her thighs. She inhaled to calm the flushness on her cheeks.
-
She suddenly felt both insignificant and momentous as she stared out the crystal-clear ocean on a ridiculously pink doughnut floaty. She dipped her hands in the cool water and took in a deep breath. As she exhaled, her whole body relaxed and let the waves slowly but surely pushed her back to shore.
Once she reached the shore, a resort staff whisked the floaty. The sun kissed every inch of her skin as she made her way to a lounger. She deposited herself onto the chair and munched from the charcuterie spread and champagne, completely unphased by how the staffs knew exactly what she wants. It was as if they could read her mind.
“Miss Ophelia? For you.”
“Lia is fine,” she responded. She simultaneously took a white envelope and thanked him. She wedged the letter between the table and her laptop, refusing to spoil her day by those written words.
Unprompted, she wondered if she will ever retire. Has anyone in her profession ever successfully quitted? Many had said, this job is the last job. It turned out true, in a sense that they didn’t take another job after that. She knew better; still, was hopeful that they indeed found a happily ever after.
She inhaled deeply as she felt the tingles return. Her fingers danced away on her knees. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. She closed her eyes and bit her lips to muffle herself as the wet muscles between her legs clenched and throbbed. A warm glow spread as her petite frame shivered from the high. The triangle of her bikini bottom moistened by her own juice.
Lia’s lips curled while she exhaled longingly. Behind the shades, her eyes wandered around the surrounding.
