RedHairedandFriendly
Too much red on Red?
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*blows the dust off the computer screen*
Reminds me of Tron in here - the new one where the kid pushes the dust and grime away from his dad's desk - - -
Well, what better way to reintroduce myself to the old and new folk of Lit., then to resurrect my old *cough* thread. Pardon the dust, feel free to come in and chat, write, or just throw erotic pictures of partially clad men at me. I'm the subtle sexy chick, so I'd prefer no full Monty poses. Thanks.
I'm doing a writing exercise at the moment, just writing whatever comes to mind, and then stopping after a paragraph, perhaps that will lead to another and then another. There is no timeline to my writing, I don't do it for profit, but for pleasure. I have unfinished work on the story page of Lit. and would love to get back to them, but I am leaning more toward deleting a few (not the chain stories) and then rewriting them. We'll see what happens. For now though here are three short paragraphs that I just did about five minutes ago. Feel free to comment, suggest, or lurk.
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Madeline chewed nervously on her lower lip as she stared at the computer screen. Her finger hovered over the enter button, the curser blinked rapidly over the submit tab, and her mother’s voice rang in her head, “Under no circumstances whatsoever do you push that button.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, licked her lips, closed her eyes, shut out her mother and pushed the enter key. Another calming breath later, she opened her eyes, her mother’s “tsk tsk” echoed between her ears and the computer screen proudly proclaimed her acceptance into the “Art of Seduction” course, offered through a couple she’d found on the Internet.
Sable tossed her thick red curls away from her face, looked down at her lover and winked, before sliding her body fully onto his hardened shaft. Her grin was lopsided, her face showed a mixture of pleasure, excitement, and hunger. “Matt, you are so fuckin’ awesome.” Her voice was breathless, charged with electricity, and her skin felt as if it were on fire. Was it always like this, so intense, so needy, or was it only because it was Matt. What if she were to fuck someone else? Matt’s brother Dylan, her boss Chandler, her best friend Cindy, or even – her skin blushed further at the thought – her father Ambrose.
Christopher Michal Alexander crumbled the letter in his hand. His eyes, a dark blue, seemed to take on a deeper shade, something that if one recognized they would see as hostility barely contained. His jaw tightened; he threw the letter into the fire and watched as the flames consumed it. So his ward, Genevieve had taken to the scandalous notion of becoming a business woman, but not to an ordinary and acceptable business such as a shop keeper of hats, or stitching fabrics, or even daring to tutor the upcoming bells of society. No she had decided a brothel was the perfect business venture for an entrepreneur. He had left the chit alone because of the beauty he knew she would become and now, it seemed she was willingly fornicating with not only his enemies, but half of the empire and to celebrate her great success, a Christmas party was being thrown in his honor. Funny – he hadn’t been invited, and had it not been for his unexpected trip back to the continent he would have never known what the chit was up to.
Reminds me of Tron in here - the new one where the kid pushes the dust and grime away from his dad's desk - - -
Well, what better way to reintroduce myself to the old and new folk of Lit., then to resurrect my old *cough* thread. Pardon the dust, feel free to come in and chat, write, or just throw erotic pictures of partially clad men at me. I'm the subtle sexy chick, so I'd prefer no full Monty poses. Thanks.
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I'm doing a writing exercise at the moment, just writing whatever comes to mind, and then stopping after a paragraph, perhaps that will lead to another and then another. There is no timeline to my writing, I don't do it for profit, but for pleasure. I have unfinished work on the story page of Lit. and would love to get back to them, but I am leaning more toward deleting a few (not the chain stories) and then rewriting them. We'll see what happens. For now though here are three short paragraphs that I just did about five minutes ago. Feel free to comment, suggest, or lurk.
~~~~~
Madeline chewed nervously on her lower lip as she stared at the computer screen. Her finger hovered over the enter button, the curser blinked rapidly over the submit tab, and her mother’s voice rang in her head, “Under no circumstances whatsoever do you push that button.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, licked her lips, closed her eyes, shut out her mother and pushed the enter key. Another calming breath later, she opened her eyes, her mother’s “tsk tsk” echoed between her ears and the computer screen proudly proclaimed her acceptance into the “Art of Seduction” course, offered through a couple she’d found on the Internet.
~~~ * ~~~
Sable tossed her thick red curls away from her face, looked down at her lover and winked, before sliding her body fully onto his hardened shaft. Her grin was lopsided, her face showed a mixture of pleasure, excitement, and hunger. “Matt, you are so fuckin’ awesome.” Her voice was breathless, charged with electricity, and her skin felt as if it were on fire. Was it always like this, so intense, so needy, or was it only because it was Matt. What if she were to fuck someone else? Matt’s brother Dylan, her boss Chandler, her best friend Cindy, or even – her skin blushed further at the thought – her father Ambrose.
~~~ * ~~~
Christopher Michal Alexander crumbled the letter in his hand. His eyes, a dark blue, seemed to take on a deeper shade, something that if one recognized they would see as hostility barely contained. His jaw tightened; he threw the letter into the fire and watched as the flames consumed it. So his ward, Genevieve had taken to the scandalous notion of becoming a business woman, but not to an ordinary and acceptable business such as a shop keeper of hats, or stitching fabrics, or even daring to tutor the upcoming bells of society. No she had decided a brothel was the perfect business venture for an entrepreneur. He had left the chit alone because of the beauty he knew she would become and now, it seemed she was willingly fornicating with not only his enemies, but half of the empire and to celebrate her great success, a Christmas party was being thrown in his honor. Funny – he hadn’t been invited, and had it not been for his unexpected trip back to the continent he would have never known what the chit was up to.
Why hello there, you scared me. 
dance* - Hi lurkers and one Litster that visited yesterday. Another story done, and a short well-written piece for the Holiday/Theme contest too. I like it, simple, sexy and to the point.
