Svenskaflicka
Fountain
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Capital Pee? Isn't that a song by Britney Spears?
What are you working on at the moment?
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dr_mabeuse
seduce the mind
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Nothing.
Very disappointed in the way my last story came out (it seemed do good when I was writing it!) and feeling like I'm at a crossroads on whether to get more literary or more pornographic or just chuck it all. Hunting around looking for a new style or a new way of saying what I want to say.
Discouraged, but I trust that this too shall pass.
---dr.M.
Very disappointed in the way my last story came out (it seemed do good when I was writing it!) and feeling like I'm at a crossroads on whether to get more literary or more pornographic or just chuck it all. Hunting around looking for a new style or a new way of saying what I want to say.
Discouraged, but I trust that this too shall pass.
---dr.M.
wishfulthinking
Misbehaving
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Sounds like I'm not the only one kicking a few stories around in my head and have a to do list or stories to write! 
What are you going on about? I thought your last story was fab!
dr_mabeuse said:
What are you going on about? I thought your last story was fab!
dmallord
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The Mike Hammer Event 2025 is up. Stories are due in July. I've started another noir private dick story set in NY's 1930s. So far about 9k of text.
It sets up like this:
Funny thing about a minx like Brandi—they don’t just walk into your life; they saunter in, draped in trouble and reeking of expensive perfume. Looking back, I should’ve known better the moment I saw her in that devil-red dress, lighting up the joint like a Roman candle. But hindsight’s a lousy drinking buddy—it always knows more than the guy holding the glass.
She had the place eating out of her hand, every pair of eyes peeling that velvet number off her like it was Christmas morning. I’d parked my bear-sized carcass at the bar, tucked in the shadows where the dim lights wouldn’t betray me. Not that it mattered. A dame like her, she knew when she was being watched. Hell, she probably thrived on it.
She glided through the crowd, laying hands on shoulders and offering those dazzling smiles. The kind of smile that made you feel like you were the only guy in the world—at least until the next poor sap caught her eye. And those saps were everywhere.
“Hey, gorgeous!” one grinned.
“Hi, doll, how’s your night going?” another crowed, trying to drink her in while his x-ray eyes wandered south of the border.
“Buy you a drink, Brandi?” the bartender chimed in, patting the stool beside him like it was a throne.
“Maybe later, darling,” she cooed, her voice as smooth as silk stockings. “I’m looking for my date. You know, a man who can keep me in minks.” She patted his arm, kissed his cheek, and left him smiling like he’d just won the lottery.
It sets up like this:
Funny thing about a minx like Brandi—they don’t just walk into your life; they saunter in, draped in trouble and reeking of expensive perfume. Looking back, I should’ve known better the moment I saw her in that devil-red dress, lighting up the joint like a Roman candle. But hindsight’s a lousy drinking buddy—it always knows more than the guy holding the glass.
She had the place eating out of her hand, every pair of eyes peeling that velvet number off her like it was Christmas morning. I’d parked my bear-sized carcass at the bar, tucked in the shadows where the dim lights wouldn’t betray me. Not that it mattered. A dame like her, she knew when she was being watched. Hell, she probably thrived on it.
She glided through the crowd, laying hands on shoulders and offering those dazzling smiles. The kind of smile that made you feel like you were the only guy in the world—at least until the next poor sap caught her eye. And those saps were everywhere.
“Hey, gorgeous!” one grinned.
“Hi, doll, how’s your night going?” another crowed, trying to drink her in while his x-ray eyes wandered south of the border.
“Buy you a drink, Brandi?” the bartender chimed in, patting the stool beside him like it was a throne.
“Maybe later, darling,” she cooed, her voice as smooth as silk stockings. “I’m looking for my date. You know, a man who can keep me in minks.” She patted his arm, kissed his cheek, and left him smiling like he’d just won the lottery.
StillStunned
Mr Sticky
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This thread is older than some of [creepy celebrity]'s girlfriends!
@dmallord Did you mean to post in What are we all writing right now?
@dmallord Did you mean to post in What are we all writing right now?
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