openthighs_sarah
Literotica Guru
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- Feb 8, 2003
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I had a dozen stories that I just could never seem to finish. Some of them just needed a closing paragraph or two, and still I couldn't finish them. No matter how much I wrote, I never finished a single thing.
And then, I started a new one two nights ago. I was too tired to open any of the old ones, and I wanted a change of pace. I finished the story a half hour ago -- five thousand words in three nights.
I feel as if I've been sick for ages, and my fever just broke. I feel like sobbing, too. I don't even know if the story's any good, and right now I don't care. What a strange, strange thing...
Just felt like talking about this, that's all. Now I'll slip quietly back into the shadows and sob.
And then, I started a new one two nights ago. I was too tired to open any of the old ones, and I wanted a change of pace. I finished the story a half hour ago -- five thousand words in three nights.
I feel as if I've been sick for ages, and my fever just broke. I feel like sobbing, too. I don't even know if the story's any good, and right now I don't care. What a strange, strange thing...
Just felt like talking about this, that's all. Now I'll slip quietly back into the shadows and sob.