The Quick Pencil

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Since illustrated stories are still a thing being published here are some previews of pieces I'm working on.

After months of waiting her sweetheart finally was coming home. Time to set certain things, umm, thighs in order for her to feel him close, his hands on her, the closest possible, not a hairbreadth distance between skin on skin.

 

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'Travel light,' was the company's motto. But she'd come prepared, for both their delight. Short airy clothes waiting for his skin to feel the summer breeze, and be a spectacle to her eyes walking down the promenade later. But now her lusting mind sang along to the echoes of the zip reflected loud and lewd by the polished tiles of the restroom walls. The dizzyingly high pay-per-minute fees of the airport's car park were worth every hot second spent here.

 

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Er... sorry to be pedantic but "distance BETWEEN skin ON skin" is a logical/semantic impossibility... even if it isn't even a "hair's breadth"! Love the sketches - if only I could do the same for my own stories.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Er... sorry to be pedantic but "distance BETWEEN skin ON skin" is a logical/semantic impossibility... even if it isn't even a "hair's breadth"! Love the sketches - if only I could do the same for my own stories.

Oh, come on, in my head anything is possible

Thanks for the pointer!

 

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Almost home, he stood and watched the sunset, taking in the beauty he hadn't seen for months. The perfect moment to whisper sweet nothings in his ears, infusing him with pleasant anticipation for the upcoming events. Quivers ran up her legs, locked around his steadfast hips.
Minutes had passed when she finally suggested, "You know, when you had enough of this, we could go inside."
"Could watch this forever," he replied absentmindedly.
"I wasn't talking about the sky," she susurrated, before sinking her teeth playfully into his earlobe.