Writing Journal: Still writing, don't worry. Just a bit more slowly than I would really really want. More details in the coming days. I'll get to your comments over the weekend, promised. Lots of interesting stuff there to respond to.
This is just a quick note to reassure everyone: I'm still here. Looking back: wow—no posts in September and October so far. Sorry about that. It's not even that things have been particularly busy since the crazy weeks at the beginning of September. I've just been... I don't know... blah, I guess. I've cocooned. Spent some time refreshing the internal emotional reserves. You know, that sort of stuff.
Anyway, here's a fun happy story about people having sex to tide you over. It's SpotInTheSand who writes Brad's Road Trip: “Brad gets ready for his trip by making a new friend.” Long story, hot sex, plenty of beautiful perverted girls.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
New Story: The Adjusters #45
(Sorry this is late. I wish I had a good reason, but really, it's just bad time management skills.)
Here is October's installment of The Adjusters, “Sanderson's Plan”, wherein Sanderson responds to Jenn's plea for help, and an ally is recruited.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #45 - Sanderson's Plan
Please help Jennie. Those three words haunted Richard Sanderson like nothing else ever had in his life. They haunted him on the days following the night organized by Gutierrez. He had two days off, the first of which he spent recovering from that night’s events, nursing a headache that had to be a consequence of whatever drug cocktail they had given him. He spent that day in the semi-darkness of his apartment, his roommate thankfully gone for the day.
The following day he indulged in remembering the events of that night, and the arousal he had experienced. Because there was no way he could deny that it had been an incredible experience, something that even in his wildest fantasies he could not even begin to imagine. And the sex… Allison blowing him expertly… Jennie throwing herself at him… Jennie and the waif Lillian, or Mouse as everyone else called her, pleasuring each other… Those images mixed with images of Felicity, spread before him, calling him to her.
For the hundredth time since that night, he pulled out the photograph from his wallet, a small photograph that had never left him since he took it, years earlier. It showed Felicity, his ex-girlfriend, posing on a bed, her delightful body sheathed in a tight black silk slip with a deep cleavage and exposing her legs, those legs he loved so much, legs wrapped in dark stockings. She was posing with her arms above her head, her hands holding her hair up, a come-hither look on her face. She had allowed him to take the picture, a one-time thing, before fucking him nearly blind.
Continue reading...
Next month: “Awake”.
Here is October's installment of The Adjusters, “Sanderson's Plan”, wherein Sanderson responds to Jenn's plea for help, and an ally is recruited.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #45 - Sanderson's Plan
Please help Jennie. Those three words haunted Richard Sanderson like nothing else ever had in his life. They haunted him on the days following the night organized by Gutierrez. He had two days off, the first of which he spent recovering from that night’s events, nursing a headache that had to be a consequence of whatever drug cocktail they had given him. He spent that day in the semi-darkness of his apartment, his roommate thankfully gone for the day.
The following day he indulged in remembering the events of that night, and the arousal he had experienced. Because there was no way he could deny that it had been an incredible experience, something that even in his wildest fantasies he could not even begin to imagine. And the sex… Allison blowing him expertly… Jennie throwing herself at him… Jennie and the waif Lillian, or Mouse as everyone else called her, pleasuring each other… Those images mixed with images of Felicity, spread before him, calling him to her.
For the hundredth time since that night, he pulled out the photograph from his wallet, a small photograph that had never left him since he took it, years earlier. It showed Felicity, his ex-girlfriend, posing on a bed, her delightful body sheathed in a tight black silk slip with a deep cleavage and exposing her legs, those legs he loved so much, legs wrapped in dark stockings. She was posing with her arms above her head, her hands holding her hair up, a come-hither look on her face. She had allowed him to take the picture, a one-time thing, before fucking him nearly blind.
Continue reading...
Next month: “Awake”.
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