AG31
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Last night and for a couple of hours this a.m., I was distracted from my regular fiction reading by trying to put language to a short scene in my mind. I need some closure for this. Can any of you help?
The setup is this: Two people have a very gratifying one night stand, but both are committed to not getting into relationships and have given false names and telephone numbers. The next morning they find themselves together in a business meeting, being introduced with their correct identities. They subsequently agree to act as if the previous night had never happened. (From The Last Party by Clare Mackintosh). But both their minds refuse to obey. Here's what the woman is thinking (me, now, not Mackintosh). I'm not even going to try to introduce felicitous language.
She focuses on his dress shirt. She imagines running her hand down his chest, feeling the soft/crisp fabric over the warm, hard muscels. She feels the tiny ridges of the chest hair and imagines hooking her fingers behind his belt. Late on I thought I might add that her heart speeded up, her pelvis began to feel full, hur vulva (hate the word pussy) swelled.
That's it. Can you help?
All along I've assumed that I would assure you all there will be no copyright issues, as this is too insubstantial to publish, even for me. But as I type, I'm reminded of my little piece, "Undressing." I think I could slip it in there. So, just in case, don't make any suggestions that you're not willing to have me include in my story without attribution. Although I'd surely acknowledge you here in AH.
The setup is this: Two people have a very gratifying one night stand, but both are committed to not getting into relationships and have given false names and telephone numbers. The next morning they find themselves together in a business meeting, being introduced with their correct identities. They subsequently agree to act as if the previous night had never happened. (From The Last Party by Clare Mackintosh). But both their minds refuse to obey. Here's what the woman is thinking (me, now, not Mackintosh). I'm not even going to try to introduce felicitous language.
She focuses on his dress shirt. She imagines running her hand down his chest, feeling the soft/crisp fabric over the warm, hard muscels. She feels the tiny ridges of the chest hair and imagines hooking her fingers behind his belt. Late on I thought I might add that her heart speeded up, her pelvis began to feel full, hur vulva (hate the word pussy) swelled.
That's it. Can you help?
All along I've assumed that I would assure you all there will be no copyright issues, as this is too insubstantial to publish, even for me. But as I type, I'm reminded of my little piece, "Undressing." I think I could slip it in there. So, just in case, don't make any suggestions that you're not willing to have me include in my story without attribution. Although I'd surely acknowledge you here in AH.