Timestamp meme
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007 06:22 pmThis looks interesting.
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
You can find my stories at my website, The Taste of Salt, or you can look in my Memories for anything I wrote in the last year. (There's more than a few, and yes, I'm working on a site update.)
ETA:LOTR only for this one. Scratch that. Looks like the Muse is being unusually cooperative for once, so feel free to prompt from any of my stuff. (In fact, I'll take suggestions from my Haunted Memory website as well, if anybody's interested.)
I can't guarantee that you'll get anything very long (not that I write long stories anyway), but I do promise that you'll get something. I'm in a writin' frame o' mind, dontcha know. ;)
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danachan.
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
You can find my stories at my website, The Taste of Salt, or you can look in my Memories for anything I wrote in the last year. (There's more than a few, and yes, I'm working on a site update.)
ETA:
I can't guarantee that you'll get anything very long (not that I write long stories anyway), but I do promise that you'll get something. I'm in a writin' frame o' mind, dontcha know. ;)
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Date: Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)*drools*
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Date: Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC)Skin. The steam opens him up, opens his pores, his sinuses, he can feel himself hungry again by leaps and bounds. The tips of his fingers salivate; even his hair is ravenous. Wrists in his hand, arms bucking. He wonders if he could let his mind go, if the hunger could stand in for thought. Sweat in his mouth from the nape of a pale neck. Usually a fast, efficient scrubber, now Zeke absently slows his movements, distracted. Sounds.
With a gasp, he shakes himself out of the moment, out of the bright stream of images glittering behind his closed eyes. His dick strains, hard under the spray. He takes it in hand and leaning against the tile wall, jerks off quickly, with as little pleasure as he can manage, not wanting to waste any of the heat. Wanting to make it last.
His hair is still damp as he leans against the window of his second-floor bedroom, looking up the block. He watches as Casey crosses the intersection and starts towards the house. He thinks about pale skin, and how deceptive Casey's body is, how much strength waits coiled under all that shrinking passivity. He feels himself hot, poised in his tight skin, in his studied relaxation, happy. Yes, happy.
As Casey walks up the driveway towards the front door, Zeke twirls the handcuffs on one finger, and starts to grin.
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Date: Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 07:55 am (UTC)He thinks about pale skin, and how deceptive Casey's body is, how much strength waits coiled under all that shrinking passivity
That was a perfect description of Casey.
Thank you so much.
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Date: Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Thursday, January 25th, 2007 03:39 am (UTC):D
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Date: Tuesday, February 6th, 2007 06:04 am (UTC)And Casey and Zeke snogging - yeah. Had to make it. ;)
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