Note: I’m going to endeavor to have the weekly post up on Thursday mornings in order to give people the time in all time zones to undertake it. Twitterotica themes have been hanging around for some time, with various writers tackling weekly challenges such as #wankwednesday and so on, and writing challenges far and wide [...]
Archive | March, 2011
#WankWednesday :: #Clear
The following is written in answer to Ruby Kiddell‘s #WankWednesday twitter challenge. Do visit her and check out the rest of the offerings! Not so sexy this week….rather sappy, actually…but it’s what came out ;) ≈≈≈≈≈ Down the hall, around a corner, against the wall. Her hands pulled at my blouse, mine at her waistband. [...]
Wake ~ Fuck Me Friday
Twitterotica themes have been hanging around for some time, with various writers tackling weekly challenges such as #wankwednesday and so on, and writing challenges far and wide are abundant. So when Ruby Kiddell and I started talking about trying to get the weekly smut-a-thons going again I was all for it. Well, she tackled it with [...]
#Wankwednesday :: #Spare
The following was written in answer to Ruby Kiddell‘s #WankWednesday challenge. Do drop by her place for more! ←———→ It was the end of another Wednesday; that day that some love and others loathe, hanging midway between dread and release. A dark, damp day in March, one still gripped in a winter’s fist that seemed to clutch [...]
Court ~ Fuck Me Friday
Twitterotica themes have been hanging around for some time, with various writers tackling weekly challenges such as #wankwednesday and so on, and writing challenges far and wide are abundant. So when Ruby Kiddell and I started talking about trying to get the weekly smut-a-thons going again I was all for it. Well, she tackled it with [...]
#WankWednesday :: #Fold
In the dark I taste the absence. Cold air trickles in the window tasting of winter’s fading kiss and Spring’s withheld touch, all damp dirt and bitten off promises. The absence of light is as complete behind my eyelids as without and as heavy as her absence in my bed. I want. I twist. My [...]
