sallythescorpian
a bad, bad girl
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(PM me if you might be interested. Looking for either two guys, or one to write both parts. I'm looking for something pretty no hold barred. I want this to be a short, sharp, nasty rp. If you think you might be interested, pm me please.
I'd prefer someone experienced at writing this type of thread. If you are experienced, I'll check out your threads to see if we might match. If not, please send me a sample response.)
Amy Simpson locked up for the night, double checking all the doors and windows. She was always nervous in the house alone, but since they had moved out of town, it was much worse. Alan, her husband of two years was in Chicago on business, and would be gone for almost a week.
Trying to calm her nerves, she poured herself a generous brandy, and threw it back, pouring a second one to sip. She curled up on the couch, and flicked through the channels, trying to find something that interested her.
She awoke suddenly, everything was black, no sound penetrating the silence. Her heart hammered as she realised that the power was off, and she tried to recall where she might find a flash light or some candles. Then she heard it, the sound of breaking glass, muted voices. She needed to run, hide, escape, but she couldn't. Despite doing martial arts twice weekly, and being in great shape, her legs had turned to jelly, and she was rooted to the spot, terror imobilising her.
I'd prefer someone experienced at writing this type of thread. If you are experienced, I'll check out your threads to see if we might match. If not, please send me a sample response.)
Amy Simpson locked up for the night, double checking all the doors and windows. She was always nervous in the house alone, but since they had moved out of town, it was much worse. Alan, her husband of two years was in Chicago on business, and would be gone for almost a week.
Trying to calm her nerves, she poured herself a generous brandy, and threw it back, pouring a second one to sip. She curled up on the couch, and flicked through the channels, trying to find something that interested her.
She awoke suddenly, everything was black, no sound penetrating the silence. Her heart hammered as she realised that the power was off, and she tried to recall where she might find a flash light or some candles. Then she heard it, the sound of breaking glass, muted voices. She needed to run, hide, escape, but she couldn't. Despite doing martial arts twice weekly, and being in great shape, her legs had turned to jelly, and she was rooted to the spot, terror imobilising her.
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