Friday, March 30, 2012

Drabble Day 7

This feels slightly uninspired, but here is my contribution.
I’d been slinging overpriced lattes to yuppies demanding them in increasingly intricate ways since five in the morning. Since it was past eleven, my shift was almost over, but not yet. Patience becomes thinner, I’ve discovered, the closer it is to quitting time. I just want to go home, curl up with my cat, and read a good book. A good dirty book.

That’s when she walks in.

My boss that fired me because she wanted my cock. Somehow, in her twisted mind, if she fired me, we’d fuck.

Never mind that I wasn’t at all attracted to her. Gross.
Dawnie's drabble.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Drabbles Day 6

Dawnie's selection today!


We waited eight years to get married. Daniel proposed, then found out he had cancer a month later. Life is a mother fucker.

Chemo, radiation, recovery… everything took a toll on him. On us. There were days I was sure we were through. Then he’d look at me and I could see the fear and pain. The love.

When he was officially declared in remission, we celebrated with a picnic. And the kind of sweet sex only long-time lovers can have.

They say rain on a wedding day is lucky.

We didn’t need luck; we just needed each other.
Dawnie's drabble.

Drabble Day 5

I'm a day late again, dang it.  Yesterday's picspiration:

The moment her teeth sink into the soft skin at my neck, my mouth drops open. I can’t even help it, I gasp and my fingers tighten. Our bodies slide and grind together, seeking more over our clothes.

I need her — beneath me, above me, everywhere.

Moving her jeans down, I lower to my knees and kiss over her panties. My hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her closer. I run my nose up the space between her lips, my skin gliding easily against the silk, and inhale.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, gripping and guiding, bringing me closer.

Dawnie's drabble is here.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Drabble Day 4

Today was Dawnie's turn to pick. Here's her photo:

“Here you are,” I say, yawning and stretching.

I lie next to him on the settee.  His arm winds around me, strong and sure.

“Whatcha reading?” I ask, leaning against his chest.

The sun warms us as he speaks, his chest vibrating my body. “Just something for work.”

He sets the book down and turns toward me. His lips carefully meet mine and retreat, the newness of what we were still coloring everything with awkward.

“Do you need to keep reading?”

His hands roam. “Not as much as I need to do this,” he says, kissing just below my bellybutton.


Dawnie's drabble for today.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Drabble Day 3

Today's picture...

The moment I see the picture, my face crumples. A sea of puppies, kitties, and people in love… and I stumble onto depressing words that echo my heart.

I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted.

When Dean broke up with me, all he could say was that we didn’t mesh anymore. We used to finish each other’s sentences, and suddenly, out of the blue, we didn’t mesh? I couldn’t make sense of it, not even now, years later.

I’d seen him a few times with his new girl, now his wife. Each time, it shattered my heart all over again.

Drabble Day 2

Yesterday's picspiration:

The whole day has been perfect. Tyler took me to breakfast at my favorite little dive, then we went to the beach. Hand-in-hand, we walk on the wet sand, soaking up the sun.

“I can’t believe we have to go back to school tomorrow,” I say, sighing.

“Are you all packed?” he asks.

“Not really. I need to finish my laundry.”

He hums agreement, squeezing my hand. Suddenly, I’m on the wet sand, and I couldn’t care less. He’s above me, all shiny green eyes and white teeth.

“I love you,” he says. “I’m going to miss you.”


Sorry this is late! Sunday has a way of slipping by me in a pile of laundry and domestication. Here is Dawnie's Sunday drabble.

Today's drabble will be posted soon.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Drabble Day 1

So, Dawnie and I agreed to swap back and forth finding pictures for daily drabbles. It was my day to find a picture first. I think I surprised her with this one right out of the gate, instead of something porny. I like to think of myself as diverse. ;)

“Daddy, which one should I pick?”

“Well, sweetheart, let’s see,” I say, crouching down beside her. “Do you want a boy puppy or a girl?”

“A girl,” she says, as if it’s the most obvious answer ever.

“Well, I think any of these would be good dogs.”

Samantha looks at me, her semi-toothless grin wide. She throws her arms around me and giggles. “I love you, Daddy.”

“Ready to take her home?” I ask, scooping up one of the fluffy puppies.

“Yeah,” she says. “She needs a sparkly pink collar. And leash.”

“You got it, princess.”

Whatever she wants.

 Dawnie's drabble.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Drabble: Whisper

Thank you to @lisamichele17, who supplied a word prompt: whisper.

The heat of his breath tickled behind my ear. When his teeth pulled at my earlobe, I exhaled in a slow stream.

I loved and hated that he knew my weaknesses. Knew just how to send me from irritated and frustrated with my day to ready to be in bed with him.

The small, wet kisses he left against my skin made me shiver and caused goosebumps to erupt. His hands circled my waist, pulling our bodies together, hard against soft. My heart couldn’t decide whether to speed up or slow down to relax and enjoy.

“Marry me,” he whispered.

Drabbles: Picspiration

Thank you, @sweetandsaltyff, for this super yummy slashy picspiration goodness, and to @swirlnswing for the words. I hope you enjoy the drabbles.


Jeff had been my roommate for only two weeks. God, college sucked so far. Just like high school, only more expensive.

“Is the air-conditioning broken or what?” I asked. “Fuck.”

“I guess so,” he said, focused on the TV in front of him.

I took my shirt off and sat on the chair next to the couch he was on. I tried not to look at his half-nude body. The way the planes of his chest dipped to his stomach.

His bare feet.

I failed. Repeatedly.

I caught him staring, too. I smiled.

“What’s that ink?” he asked.



It seemed like a ploy to get closer, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t want to overstep; it would be really fucking awkward to spend the rest of the year living with a dude I made moves on if he wasn’t interested. Or even gay.

I leaned down and tilted toward him, my fingers tracing the familiar colorful patterns on my right shoulder. I worked out, knew I looked good, and knew that from just this angle, my muscles flexed and looked even better.

When I lifted my head to look at him, I knew he wanted me. He wanted more.



His legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me. When he thrust, I thought I’d come in my pants. His mouth was hard against mine, his lips soft as his tongue made demands of mine.

I could barely breathe, barely think, before his hands were at my pants, undoing the button and sliding the zipper. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked, his mouth still attacking mine.

Fumbling, I managed to undo his jeans. Before I could get my hand in, he was pushing me up and back on the couch and covering my cock with his pretty mouth.

Drabble: Picspiration

Thank you to the lovely @TwiSherry for providing me with this (NSFW) picspiration.

My shift went on forever, and the whale playing third base was too drunk to know if he should hit or stand on a thirteen.

Fucking thirteens.

I hadn’t bothered to undress once I was home. I slipped my bra off, unbuttoned my pants, and laid on the couch. TV was a welcome distraction from the images of his body over mine that played in my head.

When I heard the door, I stood, ready to greet him.

“Hi,” he said, cheeks lifting against his eyes.

“You’re late,” I said, pouting.

“You’re naked.”

“Not naked enough.”

“I can fix that.”


“Jesus, were your tits out like that all day?” he asked.

His hands were cold against my skin, leftover from the air-conditioning in his car thanks to the sweltering Nevada heat, no doubt. My nipples puckered, tight and taught against my chest.

“What if I was?” I taunted. “What if I told you all about the college boys that sat at my table for hours, staring.”

He bit at my neck, groaning. “Don’t make my jealous, baby. That’s not nice.”

I laughed. “Come on, then. Be nice to me.”

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.


“I thought you wanted me to be nice?” he said, pushing into me harder like I’d asked.

“I do,” I said, lost, swimming in a sea of him. “I want you to be nice and fuck me harder.”

His eyes rolled, but his body complied, fucking me hard and fast, relentlessly.

My hips met his and as I screamed his name when I came, my nails dug in to his shoulders.

Wrapped in the blankets, I hitched my leg over his and pulled him closer, kissing his strong shoulders.

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