angela146
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Hi all,
I'm experimenting with a literary device.
The idea is to capture the nature of communication between a deeply bonded couple when they are alone.
I'm using colors to distinguish between him and her (red for her and blue for him) and using italics to represent the telepathy between them.
Would y'all mind taking a look at an excerpt and telling me if you think it works? Thanks in advance...
...
There was just enough room between him and the couch for her to slip behind him. She imagined herself on the back of a motorcycle, her arms wrapped around his chest and a hot engine between her legs.
At first, he seemed to not notice her, but she knew how to fix that. Her arms around his chest, her breasts pressing into his back and a brief wave of her wrist under his nose – that got his attention.
He made the kiss-noise and smiled for her, but his fingers and eyes continued their assault on the words.
Unconcerned, she pressed forward, introducing the topic.
How would you do it?
He stopped, looked up, relaxed back into her and closed his eyes. All thoughts of writing were banished from his mind. She licked her lips, tasting her easy victory.
Do what?
It.
A moment.
I want you to enjoy it.
I’m afraid I would hurt you.
So hurt me – I won’t break.
She slid her hips forward and leaned back, giving him a reclining chair in her body. She kissed the peach fuzz on his earlobe.
He released his body to her so his mind could explore the place that she wanted him to visit with her.
If I go too far, I’ll loose you. You’ll hate me for taking advantage of you. If I don’t go far enough…
...
I'm experimenting with a literary device.
The idea is to capture the nature of communication between a deeply bonded couple when they are alone.
I'm using colors to distinguish between him and her (red for her and blue for him) and using italics to represent the telepathy between them.
Would y'all mind taking a look at an excerpt and telling me if you think it works? Thanks in advance...
...
There was just enough room between him and the couch for her to slip behind him. She imagined herself on the back of a motorcycle, her arms wrapped around his chest and a hot engine between her legs.
At first, he seemed to not notice her, but she knew how to fix that. Her arms around his chest, her breasts pressing into his back and a brief wave of her wrist under his nose – that got his attention.
He made the kiss-noise and smiled for her, but his fingers and eyes continued their assault on the words.
Unconcerned, she pressed forward, introducing the topic.
How would you do it?
He stopped, looked up, relaxed back into her and closed his eyes. All thoughts of writing were banished from his mind. She licked her lips, tasting her easy victory.
Do what?
It.
A moment.
I want you to enjoy it.
I’m afraid I would hurt you.
So hurt me – I won’t break.
She slid her hips forward and leaned back, giving him a reclining chair in her body. She kissed the peach fuzz on his earlobe.
He released his body to her so his mind could explore the place that she wanted him to visit with her.
If I go too far, I’ll loose you. You’ll hate me for taking advantage of you. If I don’t go far enough…
...