Random acts of snippage

[FallingToFly]

"I should have known that it was coming to this
But I must have been blind
I bet you've still got a trace of his love in your eyes
And you've still got his eyes on your mind
You swore you'd be with me at 7 o'clock
Now it's a quarter til three
Well, whatever you got and whoever it was
I guess you couldn't get it from me..."

"I'm not asleep." I didn't recognize my own voice, but then again, I didn't recognize much about myself these days. I heard her pause in the doorway, and then she crossed the room. I stared at the ceiling, at the cracks and water stains that I'd all but memorized.

"They kept us late," she whispered, sliding into the sheets that were still cold, despite the fact that I'd lain here all night, waiting for her to come home.

"It's okay," I repled, rolling onto my side. I buried my face in the still-damp length of her hair, breathing in the perfume of her shampoo. My breasts pressed into her spine, my hands sliding around her waist, cupping the soft skin of her hips, smoothing over the velvet plain of her stomach.

"I tried to get away," she continued. "But they were all in such a rush..."

"Hush." I touched my lips to the warm hollow behind her ear, tangled my legs with hers. Herskin tasted like soap and lies. "Turn out the light. It doesn't matter."

"I just need your love
So turn out the lights
And I'll be left in the dark again..."

I'm thinking I may have to do another Playlists. Steinman. My brain is officially warped.

 

[Skip1934a]

I'm thinking I may have to do another Playlists. Steinman. My brain is officially warped.

I'd like to see you do another of the deadly sins.

 

[rgraham666]

OK, I'll play.

He steps up to Diane, his hands reach out and squeeze her breasts. Her hands come up to his chest. Jimmy-Bob smiles a vicious smile, thinking Diane is helpless against him.

And then he flies through the air. He impacts on the driver’s door of the pickup, shattering the glass and leaving a man shaped dent in the metal.

Guess what I'm working on.

 

[cloudy]

I'll play, too:

“Ready?” Cassie asked.

“Past ready, “ Bethany answered, grinning. “Why are we still sitting at the curb?”

Cassie couldn’t help but laugh. “Because, you doofus, you haven’t told me where we’re going!”

“To Neiman Marcus, of course. Is there any other store?”

Bethany was still laughing, and Cassie’s mood was still light, as they pulled out into the street. Behind the women, on the high old curbside made for mounting horses back in the days before automobiles, something inky black that swallowed all the light around it and moved like quicksilver over the pavement, slid down into the gutter, and then was gone.

 

[neonlyte]

“Your fear of nakedness is the puritanical Anglo-Saxon in you,” she says changing the conversation whilst watching him dress for the second time that morning, “and what about my feet? Are you a foot fetishist?”

“Dancers feet,” he said, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, “never seen such powerful feet before, they are fascinating, no fetish. Anyway, there is a good deal of Viking blood mixed with that Anglo-Saxon.”

“Yes… but that was then and this is now. We are both different races drawing on cultures that bear scant regard to our time and we all insist on stereotyping modern behaviour to past culture. I’m doing it myself, labelling you as Anglo-Saxon and although generically traits of behaviour can be universally applied to a race, we often quite incorrectly confuse myth and culture and apply the wrong generic traits.”

“You mean, like the Anglo-Saxon male’s perception of loose Nordic women.”

She laughs. “Damn. I knew I shouldn't have exposed myself.”

Writing and sleep, uncomfortable bedfellows at best.

 

[FallingToFly]

An aging rocker with too-long hair and the etchings of life starting to take over his face stared back. His hair was still thick and full, although the deep, rich black of youth had given way to snowy silver. Combed back into its usual shoulder-length ponytail it was still his best feature. Dark eyes, with laugh lines at the corners. He'd been vain as a younger man, proud of the sharply chiseled planes and angles of his face, the aesthetic intelligence worked into the bones.

He still wasn't bad-looking, but age was beginning to crack the flawless mirror of youth. He glanced down at his body and allowed himself a small measure of well-earned vanity. He was still in good shape, thanks to a high metabolism and a life-long devotion to the gym. Some rock stars drank or did drugs-- he worked out. <i>At least I'll make a pretty corpse,</i> he thought ironically.

SNippage. Snippity snip snip snip.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

I thought you were in a bad mood or something.

I love this tea. Love it. It's some kind of aphrodisiac.

[/hijack]

 

[FallingToFly]

I thought you were in a bad mood or something.

I love this tea. Love it. It's some kind of aphrodisiac.

[/hijack]

No, not in a bad mood, just very quiet, very saddened, and very thoughtful.

I'm writing a lot and thinking a lot... not doing much of anything else.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

No, not in a bad mood, just very quiet, very saddened, and very thoughtful.

I'm writing a lot and thinking a lot... not doing much of anything else.

 

[FallingToFly]

I'm glad you like the tea, and I hope you're starting to feel better.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

I'm glad you like the tea, and I hope you're starting to feel better.

I am. I think one of my 30 stories in 30 days for NaNo will have to be Jasmine tea and FTF based.

 

[FallingToFly]

I am. I think one of my 30 stories in 30 days for NaNo will have to be Jasmine tea and FTF based.