Dingus Guy
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Colleen Thomas said:50,010
Made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks Lou Lou
-Colly
Congrats Colleen, well done!
May I borrow those excess 10 words?
Congrats Colleen, well done!
May I borrow those excess 10 words?
Colleen Thomas
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Dingus Guy said:Congrats Colleen, well done!
thanks dingus. I'm going to try and go a few thousand extra, since I don't want to fail because thier word counter and mine have a phiospical disagreement over what constitutes a word
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Colleen Thomas said:thanks dingus. I'm going to try and go a few thousand extra, since I don't want to fail because thier word counter and mine have a phiospical disagreement over what constitutes a word
A few thousand extra? sigh
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Colleen Thomas said:50,010
Made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks Lou Lou
-Colly
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CrimsonMaiden said:
On top of that... I think I must be invisible.
Congrats Colly. How about sending some of those words my direction? LOL
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CrimsonMaiden said:
Not invisible, sweets.
I'm cheerin for ya, CM, I promise.
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CrimsonMaiden
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Tiny bit of improvement. Got some quiet time after the kids went to bed. Up to 2,340 now. Must stop though. Having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Off to bed. Night all.
for Colly's achievement.
for Colly's achievement.
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CrimsonMaiden said:
No way. My words aren't up to the standards you write too
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neonlyte said:Congratulations Collly. Bet you feel just great.
Crimson - You are never invisible
I'm pretty psyched
Have let a few read it since I pilfered lit personalities with permission to stock the story so far it's getting good reviews, which makes me even more psyched, cause I really thought it was rubbish
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Colleen Thomas said:I'm pretty psyched
Always makes the whole thing worth the effort doesn't it? Good job!
CM-
Always here if you need me. You are never invisible especially with the toasty little AVs you cum up with. 
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I've crossed over from Erotic Chick Lit to plain smut
But then, who knows what will servive revisions!
For you filthy minded folks who are interested, read up, most of this probably won't make the final cut
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Zoe
is one of my best girlfriends. I first met her when I was twenty, at a house party. Back then, her hair was pink and spiky, and I remember she was wearing these large dangly geometric earrings. The thing is, the 80’s had been long over- but I really dug her retro look.
She wasn’t the first girl I experimented with, but she was the first girl that I really had anything special going with. That night, I had no idea that she was even into girls. Especially since she was hanging on the arm of this lanky dark haired guy with an eyebrow piercing.
The two of them were going at it pretty hot and heavy, like some kind of high school make-out session. As it happened, I found out later that she had just graduated, and he had just dropped out of alternative ed. He was joining this local alt/punk band which she thought was totally cool. I could see that they weren’t going anywhere- the band or the couple, but I kept my mouth shut. There was really no reason to do otherwise.
We didn’t hook up that night, but we talked during the time that alternate-boy was hanging with his band-mates. I was in college, studying art and I told her that I would love to paint her sometime. She was kind of shy about that, she didn’t feel that she was especially pretty and she felt sort of awkward. I let her know that I thought she had the perfect face for portraits, and that she wouldn’t have to do anything other than sit still and keep me company while I painted her.
“You mean I don’t have to sit perfectly still the whole time?” she asked me.
“Of course not, just when I’m sketching out a certain feature, and that’s the shortest part of the process.”
She agreed that it wouldn’t be much different than what we were already doing and that she would do it, if I really needed her to help me out. I told her that I really did. What I meant was that I really wanted to, but she didn’t seem ready to believe it.
In the weeks that followed, we came to know each other pretty well as I rendered her likeness onto the best quality canvas I could afford. She was frustrated by the fact that I wouldn’t let her see it until it was finished, but she seemed to enjoy our sessions as much as I did.
We found out that we had a lot in common; similar values and politics, interest in the arts- Zoë was into photography and fashion design, similar taste in music (band-boy notwithstanding). One thing that we never discussed was my growing attraction for her. She never hinted at any tendencies toward bi-sexuality and I didn’t want to take a chance of damaging our friendship or scaring her off, so I didn’t say anything. But I felt the heat in the room whenever she was around. I knew the excitement whenever I thought about her, or the anticipation of seeing her again. Part of me didn’t want to finish the painting; part of me had this irrational fear that when the painting was finished, I’d never see her again.
But I did finish the painting. I remember the day quite clearly. She came in that day with her pink hair spiked up and those same geometric earrings she wore the first time I had seen her. She was wearing head to toe green and it made me think of a nature spirit, the way her tiny body floated around the room and her musical little laugh echoed around in my head long after the sound had dissipated from the room.
At first she sat quietly while I added the finishing touches. She knew that I was almost done and there was something almost magical about it that we both understood. It was almost as if we were holding our breaths in anticipation, knowing that the finished product was so close so fragile that we didn’t want to do anything to slow it down or break it at the last minute.
“OK,” I finally said. “You wanna come see?”
Her eyes lit up. “It’s ready?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded and she ran to my side. When she looked at the picture, I heard her inhale suddenly and then she was silent for a moment or two.
“You made me look so- beautiful,” she said in awe.
“You are beautiful,” I answered. She looked at me with her eyes shining. Something passed between us, I felt I know what it was but I was afraid to name it. A moment that seemed it could have gone anywhere if one of us had had the courage to seize it. But neither of us did, and the moment passed.
“Your very talented,” she told me. I wondered if the moment had happened at all.
“I think this is my best work,” I told her.
“Can I see some of your other stuff?” she asked, looking eager.
“Sure, let’s do that while this one dries. It always looks a little different after the paint dries.”
I took her over to my cupboard and we started looking through my canvases. I didn’t have many yet, most of the pictures I had painted in high school where in boxes painted on heavy paper. Most of the canvases, even, were from school assignments. We flipped through my meager collection. Zoe seemed impressed with every one.
“Wow!” she told me, “I don’t think I could ever be that talented.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “You’re a photographer! And you design clothes.”
“Yeah, but that’s different. Photography’s not really a talent like painting. I just take a picture of what’s there. You create.”
“We all have different talents Zoe. You use your eyes to see and capture beauty just like I do. You shouldn’t undervalue yourself.”
“Don’t hide your light under a bushel hu?” she laughed.
“Exactly.”
Our friendship was cemented that day. Rather than being the last, it was the first that really mattered. It was the day we went from being people who knew each other to being real true friends. Zoe liked my fairy pictures the best, and I sometimes wonder if that isn’t the reason that I’ve painted so many since then.
Zoe became my model, and secretly my muse. She would sit for me whenever I needed to do a painting for class, or even if I just wanted to practice sketching features. One day when I was preparing to do an assignment she said something that made the hair on my arms stand up.
“Do you ever do- you know, nudes?” she asked quite shyly.
“Sure, in class I’ve done a few,” I told her trying to be nonchalant.
“Would you want to- I mean, well. I think it would be a cool thing to have, you know a once in a lifetime- Or do you think that would be too weird? You know, since we know each other so well?”
“No, not at all. I mean, if you were ok with it. I know some tricks to help you if your uncomfortable.”
“Tricks?”
“Sure- like wearing a sheet, keeping the room warm, stuff like that.”
“Oh,” did she blush? “That’s thoughtful.”
“All in the name of keeping the model happy,” I told her with a smile. “And if you decide you’re uncomfortable at any point, and don’t want to continue- I just stop. I’ll paint over whatever work I’ve already done and re-use the canvas for something else. I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“I feel totally comfortable when I’m with you,” she assured me.
There it was again. Something between us. What did she mean? Was it something more than the sum total of the words spoken? I had just told her that I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I was afraid to ask, to persue it further.
She mentioned the nude painting a few times again, but whenever I asked if she wanted to do it, she said she wasn’t sure yet. I was patient. I tried not to let it show how eager I was to see her body naked, layed out for me to carress with my minds eye and stroke over the canvas board with my brushes. How often I had imagined it and dreamed about it, hoping that somehow she might feel the same way about me. Alone in the night I let the fantasy take me away, to heights of pleasure. But when she was in the room, standing so near me I could feel her body heat and smell her shampoo, I would say nothing of the desires that burned within my heart.
Finally the day came. “I’m ready,” she told me resolutely. I didn’t have to ask what she meant. It had been on my mind for so long, and I could see that she had steeled up her courage to take the plunge.
I led her to the room, turned up the heat to a comfortable temperature for the clothing-impaired and left to let her take off her clothes and cover with the sheet. “It’s just like the doctor’s office,” she said, giggling nervously.
She called out when she was ready for me.
“The doctor can see you now,” I said with a chuckle. I could see she was tense, but relaxing. “The next thing we need to do is decide on a pose.”
“I thought I would just lay on a…” she looked around, realizing that there was no couch in the room. “Hmm, what do we do now?”
“I could draw you standing, or sitting. In fact, I have a couple of pose ideas of you sitting down under the window sill. Would you like me to show you?”
“Ok.”
“All right, you stand here, behind my easel where I would be. That way you can see how you’ll appear from my point of view.”
I went to the window and showed her several sitting positions, including one where her knees were over her breasts and her hands down by her feet. It’s a good pose that looks fresh and sensual without showing too much detail. The one she choose had her legs together and bent so that the bottom half of her anatomy would be covered, but her breasts exposed. Then she leaned at a 50-60 degree angle on her hand and faced forward toward me.
Zoe seemed to have no problem shedding the cloth. It seemed to me that she had been building her self up to do this for a long time, and now she was determined to do so without showing any fear. It made me like her even more.
Now she sat in front of me, naked at last. “Breathtaking,” I said, not even realizing that it was out loud. Her breasts were round and firm with large put pale areolas and pale pert nipples. I sketched her quicker than anything else I had ever drawn and when I reached for my brush, even she was surprised.
“You’ve finished the sketch already?”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her carefully. I searched her face and found no fear, I decided for myself to be brave as well. “It’s like I was born to paint you like this.”
The words fell into the air. There was no tension in the silence, only understanding. The room was infused with a soft kind of energy. A glow of mutual respect, caring, and something else. Dare I even call it love?
I painted like that, in silence. The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Something was different now. Zoe felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish; waiting for me to make my move.
When the last bush stroke was laid down, I nearly dropped my brush and pallet. I didn’t run to her, but moved with a fluid motion as though pulled by some force beyond my control. I stopped just in front of her without touching her. Now we looked into each others eyes and calibrated out breaths to one another. The air was thick with anticipation, I could feel our souls being drawn toward one another.
I leaned toward her, taking her in my arms, wrapping myself around her. I didn’t kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, feeling filled with joy. I had painted her so many times, but I had never been able to touch her like this, to capture her in this way. She was like smoke in my arms, like a dream only I knew this was real. I had dreamed this so many times and this was different. I heard her moan softly, accepting me as I slid my hand down between her legs.
She pressed into me as I massaged her moist outer lips. Her moans were like soft mewing, a beseeching sound begging me to take her but to take her gently. I knew instinctively that this was new for her, yet she was willing because she knew me, trusted me. I took my time coving her neck with kisses, blowing softly across her ear, and stroking her gently between her legs. I waited to go further until she was sure she wanted it, until she wanted it so badly that her body was begging. Her head was tipped back, her breaths long and steady.
“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered; our cheeks pressed together.
“Yes!” she moaned back. “Yes.”
I pushed two fingers up past her external folds. Her body opened to me as I slid into the velvety flesh and she cried out again. Very slowly I worded my fingers in and out of her, in time with her hard and steady breathing. In and out I slid past the sticky entrance to her cunny. Her breathing quickened and so did my thrusts. She moaned her pleasure as if in a dream, saying my name and calling yes, yes, and please.
“Oh, god Nicole- yes! Oh yes, please. Just like that, baby. Just like that.” She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She seemed almost possessed my some medieval sprit of sexual rapture, the way she rolled in my arms and pleaded for more.
I brought her up, all the way up so that she was so close- her moans deeped, her cries edged toward screams. My fingers flew in and out of her, bringing her close to the edge, but then backing off. I slowed and now she went back to the moans from before. I could tell she was wondering why I had not let her come, but what I was now doing felt so good that she quickly forgot to complain.
My arm was wrapped around her back, and I now leaned her back on top of the sheet on the floor and slipped out from underneath her. Continuing to work my fingers over her g-spot, I used my other hand to lift her knees and spread her thighs open. When I leaned down and reached my tongue out to touch her, she gasped in shock and pleasure.
I liked her inner lips evenly, tasting the condensed sweetness of her juices. Her pussy-juices continued flowing in response to the generous tongue bath I was providing and together we slicked up both her sweet nether regions and my mouth with a mix of our fluids. Her sweet taste was encouraging to me as I continued to stimulate her g-spot while I flicked teasingly at her clit off and on.
Zoe’s head was now thrashing back and forth, and the words and moans that emminated from her mouth were all gibberish. But each time my tongue danced over her protruding little nub, a high piched squeel would escape amidst the lower earthy tones of lust. Each flick was followed by more attention to her lips and then another flick or series of flicks and then back between her lips. I used my hands to pull her inner labia apart, finally releasing hr g-spot with some protest from her. That quickly died down when I pressed my tongue up inside of her, fucking her wet pussy with my driving thrusting organ.
Now I could feel her fluids gushing down my tongue and onto my chin as I searched for the tender g-spot with my bending stretching tongue. Her hands gripped the sheet on the floor and her body began to tense again. I jabbed at her frantically, hopping to bring her off in my mouth and catch a flood of sticky girl come to gobble down. She moaned and thrashed and seemed so close, but just continued on like this rather than exploding in orgasm as I had intended. It didn’t seem to bother her, although her moans grew more and more frantic and she bucked her hips into my face almost violently. She felt she was close, but for some reason she just couldn’t reach climax.
I decided that I would need to slow down again, to ease her into this process and seduce her body into letting go. I held her hips still and slid my tongue out of her gushing pussy, and pushed my wet fingers back in. “It’s ok,” I reassured her. “I want to try some other thing.”
I brought her up in my arms again and looked into her beautiful face. I couldn’t believe that I was so lucky to be hear with her, holding her, fucking her on the floor of my studio. I wondered if she would accept her own juiced on my lips as I moved in to kiss her.
She sucked my tongue hungrily, reveling in her own taste. I could feel another gush of excitement down below as my come drenched tongue touched her own. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as though it were a man’s cock, performing her oral delights with enthusiasm. My own pussy was drenched now and begging for attention.
I broke the kiss to tear off my clothes, wiggling out of a pair of overalls and a plain t-shirt. I had no bra on, as I sometimes feel more comfortable without one when I’m painting. My bikini cut underwear where simple and unglamorous and I tossed them aside without much thought. As soon as my clothes were out of the way, Zoe pounced back onto my mouth with a ferociouness that took me by surprise.
I slid her inexperienced hand down between my legs and she quickly figured out what to do. She stroked my wet folds as I had stroked hers, encouraging my already copious flow of lubrication.I slid my hand back into her and we continued to manually stimulate each other for some time while she licked and sucked at my tongue.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I asked her as she nuzzled my sensitive neck area.
“How did you know!” she gasped. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No my dear, you’ve done everything right.”
“But I can’t- what if I can’t-” there was a tear and a catch in her voice. I knew I had to make it go away.
“You will,” I assured her, brushing her damp bangs from her face. “I am very patient. You just relax and it will happen. I want you to enjoy yourself, that’s what’s most important, ok?”
“Oh, I am! I really am. Nicole, you are amazing. I’ve been wanting this for so long. But I was afraid.”
She had been wanting me too, all this time. The thought filled me with tenderness and deepened my desire. This amazing girl had wanted me. It was not my imagination or wishful thinking. I had not pushed her into anything she wasn’t ready for, I hadn’t influenced her to do something she didn’t want. There was relief, there was pride, and there was determination. I would make her come if it took the rest of my life. In fact, I didn’t mind spending the rest of my life like this, wrapped up in each others arms, bringing untold pleasures to each other for all eternity. In fact it sounded like heaven to me.
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” I told her. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Can I- I mean…”
“What is it? You can ask me anything.”
“That taste of myself, on your lips. It was like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It was such a turn on.”
“I know,” I told her with a smile.
“Could I- you know?” she asked nodding down at my lap.
“Of course darling. I would love that.”
“Love,” she whispered with a hint of a shy smile.”
“We can talk about that later.”
“Of course, now lay back sweet heart.”
She called me sweet heart, and she wanted to taste me, to lick my pussy like I had done to her. The girl could not stop amazing me I thought as I did as she told me, and leaned back with a smile on my face.
“Oooh!” I gasped as she licked me experimentally. I noticed she stopped to explore the taste.
“Your sweeter than me,” she told me.
“You’ll have to share with me later, so I can judge that for myself,” I told her.
She laughed, “You naughty little vixen.”
“Yes I a-A-A-AM!” I gasp as she descended on me disentrance. “Oh Go-od! Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, Oh!” It was my turn to thrash my head back and forth as she slid her wet tongue into my intimate folds. Her method was more exploratory than mine, tracing over my lips and burrowing into the vallies and folds of the inner and outer labia. She hit my clitoris, on accident I think, for she seemed as surprised as I was. I howled and begged her to do it again.
“Oh no,” she said laughing. “You teased me, now I am going to tease you.” She licked again at my lips then latched on, sucking and nuzzling my tender wet folds.
“Mmmh, ahhh, ahhh, mmmh, yeah,” I moaned, I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt and then she used her nose to nuzzle my clit while she held my pussy lips firmly in her mouth and shook her head back and forth.
“God! Yes! Oh God, please Zoe, don’t stop, please!”
Zoe kept going, stimulationg my entire pussy with just her mouth and her nose. I could feel myself drawing closer and I was afraid that she would stop as I had when I had brought her near.”
“God Zoe, yes,. Make me come, please. Make me come all night sweet heart. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” I gasped the words out as best I could, and she held on even tighter as if to assure me that she was going to see me through.
“Zoe, god yes, god yes. Oh fuck baby, fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!” My hips bucked up into her face as she vigorously gave me her amazing oral treatment. I could feel my body coil and tense and then it washed over me. It was hard and strong and I could feel my liquids gushing up to her face. My body shook through an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Zoe switched to lapping up my flowing juices, I couldn’t believe how wild she had become. She seemed starved for my the taste of me.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” she told me as she lapped up the last of my extra juices. “Mmm, you taste so sweet.”
“Let me taste it girl, let me lick your lips you sexy little kitten.”
“Meow!” sassed as she pulled me up and brought her lips to mine. I had tasted my own juices before, and she was right, they were very sweet today. Sweeter than they had ever been before to my knowledge. Maybe it was her, that I had wanted her so bad for so long. Maybe it was just luck, but now I hungrily sucked my flavor from her tongue like she had taught me.
I could feel my heat growing again as she groaned into my mouth. I was relentless, refusing to let her go until I had sucked it clean. She seemed to enjoy it even more than I had enjoyed her doing the same thing to me, and I wondered if I could make her come by sucking her tongue. The noises she was making while I held her tongue captive encouraged me to continue trying.
She pressed herself into me, grinding her body up and down over mine. I decided it was time for some clit to clit action. I broke the suction on her mouth and showed her how to over lap our legs so that our clit’s could come into contact. I put my hands down behind me and bucked into her. She followed suit, banging her clit into my. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “I always wondered what two women did together!”
“Well, now you know,” I told her gleefully. “Wait, I want to show you something.”
She stopped her action and I pressed my pussy up to hers. “Ok, now just rub,” I instructed. We rubbed out clit’s over one another, together, reveling in the pleasure. Our pussies were wet again and we slid around haphazardly over one another making sloppy sloshing noises with our horny bodies. It felt fantastic, but for a moment I felt a surge of penis envy as I wished that I could really fuck her, push my self into Zoe’s warm waiting pussy and shoot real seed into her womb. It was illogical, but with Zoe, nothing was logical anymore. She made me want to be everything, to experience her from every point of view, to take her, to give her pleaser to force her into submission to be her slave. I wanted to be her everything and to be everything to her.
I would have to buy a good strap-on, I told myself, although it wouldn’t be the same. But for now, all I had was my own very feminine body to pleasure her with and she seemed to be very satisfied by what I had offered so far. Funny how I wanted to protect her, and yet I wanted to do every dirty imaginable thing to her too. I wondered if she felt the same way, or thought these same strange thoughts.
I grabbed her ankle and ground my pussy into hers, then humped her slightly and ground her again. Clit to clit I found every way possible to stimulate her, keeping us in close constant contact. She moaned and mewed and whimpered, but still did not come. I thought that I might not be able to hold out, but I found myself unwilling or unable to climax again until I could bring her the same pleaser.
“69,” I told her.
Her eyes gleamed. “I thought you’d never ask.” She crawled down beneath me, spreading her legs with her knees up. I positioned my pussy over her mouth and she hungrily attacked me once more. I carefully separated her pussy lips and brushed aside her soft matt of pubic fuzz to gain clear access with my tongue.
We feasted on each other with abandon. As I held myself up on my legs, I bent down into this beautiful goddess’s golden pussy savoring the taste and the experience. I was determined now to bring her to a hard crashing climax, to make her first experience with a woman wonderful and perfect. Yet, she seemed almost determined not to come. The little vixen’s legs suddenly snaked up around my waist. She locked her feet behind me and lifted her pussy in a lock on my face. Before I knew what was going on, she rolled- forcefully- I would never have guessed that the little fox had that much strength, but she forcefully rolled me onto my back. Only then did she loosen up the hold of her warm wet mound from my lips.
Now on my back, I thrust my tongue up inside of her, causing her to let out an unearthly scream. I held her ass in my hands, pulling her to my face like a melon ripe for the eating, and licked her sweet juices free from the soft pulp.
Quite suddenly, I felt her body stiffen above me, and I sensed this time was different. Her breathing pattern changed to sharp and shallow panting and she was trying to say something, but having quite difficulty.
“Ma-ma-my-” And then there was only panting and moaning in place of words. “a-a-a, my ass,” I thought I heard her say. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my face. She thrashed around moaning yes, yes, yes, and then added “put your- finger in me.” I slid my finger back up to the opening of her slit but she wiggled away. “No,” she said attempting to redirect my hand. I finally understood, and coated my finger with saliva before pressing it against her resistant puckered opening.
I pressed my finger in, slowly until I found myself buried knuckle deep in her tight little ass, and then slid my finger in and out of her steadily. Almost immediately she started screaming that she was coming. Her body when stiff, I felt for a minute as though I was trapped between her thighs, slowly being suffocated but for some reason, it still felt good, like a head rush. And then she was convulsing and thrashing as her orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. She collapsed on top of me, releasing my head from it’s prison and I rolled her over easily.
For a few minutes, it was as though she were catotonic. She lay perfectly still, not blinking, barely breathing. “Zoe?” I called tentatively. “Are you ok.”
“Perfect,” she sighed. She didn’t say perfect and then sigh, but said the word as if it were a breath. And then I saw a tiny smile form on her perfect and beautiful face. I laid down next to her on my back, and we held hands and looked up at the ceiling together for a long time before either of us moved.
But then, who knows what will servive revisions!
For you filthy minded folks who are interested, read up, most of this probably won't make the final cut
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Zoe
is one of my best girlfriends. I first met her when I was twenty, at a house party. Back then, her hair was pink and spiky, and I remember she was wearing these large dangly geometric earrings. The thing is, the 80’s had been long over- but I really dug her retro look.
She wasn’t the first girl I experimented with, but she was the first girl that I really had anything special going with. That night, I had no idea that she was even into girls. Especially since she was hanging on the arm of this lanky dark haired guy with an eyebrow piercing.
The two of them were going at it pretty hot and heavy, like some kind of high school make-out session. As it happened, I found out later that she had just graduated, and he had just dropped out of alternative ed. He was joining this local alt/punk band which she thought was totally cool. I could see that they weren’t going anywhere- the band or the couple, but I kept my mouth shut. There was really no reason to do otherwise.
We didn’t hook up that night, but we talked during the time that alternate-boy was hanging with his band-mates. I was in college, studying art and I told her that I would love to paint her sometime. She was kind of shy about that, she didn’t feel that she was especially pretty and she felt sort of awkward. I let her know that I thought she had the perfect face for portraits, and that she wouldn’t have to do anything other than sit still and keep me company while I painted her.
“You mean I don’t have to sit perfectly still the whole time?” she asked me.
“Of course not, just when I’m sketching out a certain feature, and that’s the shortest part of the process.”
She agreed that it wouldn’t be much different than what we were already doing and that she would do it, if I really needed her to help me out. I told her that I really did. What I meant was that I really wanted to, but she didn’t seem ready to believe it.
In the weeks that followed, we came to know each other pretty well as I rendered her likeness onto the best quality canvas I could afford. She was frustrated by the fact that I wouldn’t let her see it until it was finished, but she seemed to enjoy our sessions as much as I did.
We found out that we had a lot in common; similar values and politics, interest in the arts- Zoë was into photography and fashion design, similar taste in music (band-boy notwithstanding). One thing that we never discussed was my growing attraction for her. She never hinted at any tendencies toward bi-sexuality and I didn’t want to take a chance of damaging our friendship or scaring her off, so I didn’t say anything. But I felt the heat in the room whenever she was around. I knew the excitement whenever I thought about her, or the anticipation of seeing her again. Part of me didn’t want to finish the painting; part of me had this irrational fear that when the painting was finished, I’d never see her again.
But I did finish the painting. I remember the day quite clearly. She came in that day with her pink hair spiked up and those same geometric earrings she wore the first time I had seen her. She was wearing head to toe green and it made me think of a nature spirit, the way her tiny body floated around the room and her musical little laugh echoed around in my head long after the sound had dissipated from the room.
At first she sat quietly while I added the finishing touches. She knew that I was almost done and there was something almost magical about it that we both understood. It was almost as if we were holding our breaths in anticipation, knowing that the finished product was so close so fragile that we didn’t want to do anything to slow it down or break it at the last minute.
“OK,” I finally said. “You wanna come see?”
Her eyes lit up. “It’s ready?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded and she ran to my side. When she looked at the picture, I heard her inhale suddenly and then she was silent for a moment or two.
“You made me look so- beautiful,” she said in awe.
“You are beautiful,” I answered. She looked at me with her eyes shining. Something passed between us, I felt I know what it was but I was afraid to name it. A moment that seemed it could have gone anywhere if one of us had had the courage to seize it. But neither of us did, and the moment passed.
“Your very talented,” she told me. I wondered if the moment had happened at all.
“I think this is my best work,” I told her.
“Can I see some of your other stuff?” she asked, looking eager.
“Sure, let’s do that while this one dries. It always looks a little different after the paint dries.”
I took her over to my cupboard and we started looking through my canvases. I didn’t have many yet, most of the pictures I had painted in high school where in boxes painted on heavy paper. Most of the canvases, even, were from school assignments. We flipped through my meager collection. Zoe seemed impressed with every one.
“Wow!” she told me, “I don’t think I could ever be that talented.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “You’re a photographer! And you design clothes.”
“Yeah, but that’s different. Photography’s not really a talent like painting. I just take a picture of what’s there. You create.”
“We all have different talents Zoe. You use your eyes to see and capture beauty just like I do. You shouldn’t undervalue yourself.”
“Don’t hide your light under a bushel hu?” she laughed.
“Exactly.”
Our friendship was cemented that day. Rather than being the last, it was the first that really mattered. It was the day we went from being people who knew each other to being real true friends. Zoe liked my fairy pictures the best, and I sometimes wonder if that isn’t the reason that I’ve painted so many since then.
Zoe became my model, and secretly my muse. She would sit for me whenever I needed to do a painting for class, or even if I just wanted to practice sketching features. One day when I was preparing to do an assignment she said something that made the hair on my arms stand up.
“Do you ever do- you know, nudes?” she asked quite shyly.
“Sure, in class I’ve done a few,” I told her trying to be nonchalant.
“Would you want to- I mean, well. I think it would be a cool thing to have, you know a once in a lifetime- Or do you think that would be too weird? You know, since we know each other so well?”
“No, not at all. I mean, if you were ok with it. I know some tricks to help you if your uncomfortable.”
“Tricks?”
“Sure- like wearing a sheet, keeping the room warm, stuff like that.”
“Oh,” did she blush? “That’s thoughtful.”
“All in the name of keeping the model happy,” I told her with a smile. “And if you decide you’re uncomfortable at any point, and don’t want to continue- I just stop. I’ll paint over whatever work I’ve already done and re-use the canvas for something else. I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“I feel totally comfortable when I’m with you,” she assured me.
There it was again. Something between us. What did she mean? Was it something more than the sum total of the words spoken? I had just told her that I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I was afraid to ask, to persue it further.
She mentioned the nude painting a few times again, but whenever I asked if she wanted to do it, she said she wasn’t sure yet. I was patient. I tried not to let it show how eager I was to see her body naked, layed out for me to carress with my minds eye and stroke over the canvas board with my brushes. How often I had imagined it and dreamed about it, hoping that somehow she might feel the same way about me. Alone in the night I let the fantasy take me away, to heights of pleasure. But when she was in the room, standing so near me I could feel her body heat and smell her shampoo, I would say nothing of the desires that burned within my heart.
Finally the day came. “I’m ready,” she told me resolutely. I didn’t have to ask what she meant. It had been on my mind for so long, and I could see that she had steeled up her courage to take the plunge.
I led her to the room, turned up the heat to a comfortable temperature for the clothing-impaired and left to let her take off her clothes and cover with the sheet. “It’s just like the doctor’s office,” she said, giggling nervously.
She called out when she was ready for me.
“The doctor can see you now,” I said with a chuckle. I could see she was tense, but relaxing. “The next thing we need to do is decide on a pose.”
“I thought I would just lay on a…” she looked around, realizing that there was no couch in the room. “Hmm, what do we do now?”
“I could draw you standing, or sitting. In fact, I have a couple of pose ideas of you sitting down under the window sill. Would you like me to show you?”
“Ok.”
“All right, you stand here, behind my easel where I would be. That way you can see how you’ll appear from my point of view.”
I went to the window and showed her several sitting positions, including one where her knees were over her breasts and her hands down by her feet. It’s a good pose that looks fresh and sensual without showing too much detail. The one she choose had her legs together and bent so that the bottom half of her anatomy would be covered, but her breasts exposed. Then she leaned at a 50-60 degree angle on her hand and faced forward toward me.
Zoe seemed to have no problem shedding the cloth. It seemed to me that she had been building her self up to do this for a long time, and now she was determined to do so without showing any fear. It made me like her even more.
Now she sat in front of me, naked at last. “Breathtaking,” I said, not even realizing that it was out loud. Her breasts were round and firm with large put pale areolas and pale pert nipples. I sketched her quicker than anything else I had ever drawn and when I reached for my brush, even she was surprised.
“You’ve finished the sketch already?”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her carefully. I searched her face and found no fear, I decided for myself to be brave as well. “It’s like I was born to paint you like this.”
The words fell into the air. There was no tension in the silence, only understanding. The room was infused with a soft kind of energy. A glow of mutual respect, caring, and something else. Dare I even call it love?
I painted like that, in silence. The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Something was different now. Zoe felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish; waiting for me to make my move.
When the last bush stroke was laid down, I nearly dropped my brush and pallet. I didn’t run to her, but moved with a fluid motion as though pulled by some force beyond my control. I stopped just in front of her without touching her. Now we looked into each others eyes and calibrated out breaths to one another. The air was thick with anticipation, I could feel our souls being drawn toward one another.
I leaned toward her, taking her in my arms, wrapping myself around her. I didn’t kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, feeling filled with joy. I had painted her so many times, but I had never been able to touch her like this, to capture her in this way. She was like smoke in my arms, like a dream only I knew this was real. I had dreamed this so many times and this was different. I heard her moan softly, accepting me as I slid my hand down between her legs.
She pressed into me as I massaged her moist outer lips. Her moans were like soft mewing, a beseeching sound begging me to take her but to take her gently. I knew instinctively that this was new for her, yet she was willing because she knew me, trusted me. I took my time coving her neck with kisses, blowing softly across her ear, and stroking her gently between her legs. I waited to go further until she was sure she wanted it, until she wanted it so badly that her body was begging. Her head was tipped back, her breaths long and steady.
“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered; our cheeks pressed together.
“Yes!” she moaned back. “Yes.”
I pushed two fingers up past her external folds. Her body opened to me as I slid into the velvety flesh and she cried out again. Very slowly I worded my fingers in and out of her, in time with her hard and steady breathing. In and out I slid past the sticky entrance to her cunny. Her breathing quickened and so did my thrusts. She moaned her pleasure as if in a dream, saying my name and calling yes, yes, and please.
“Oh, god Nicole- yes! Oh yes, please. Just like that, baby. Just like that.” She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She seemed almost possessed my some medieval sprit of sexual rapture, the way she rolled in my arms and pleaded for more.
I brought her up, all the way up so that she was so close- her moans deeped, her cries edged toward screams. My fingers flew in and out of her, bringing her close to the edge, but then backing off. I slowed and now she went back to the moans from before. I could tell she was wondering why I had not let her come, but what I was now doing felt so good that she quickly forgot to complain.
My arm was wrapped around her back, and I now leaned her back on top of the sheet on the floor and slipped out from underneath her. Continuing to work my fingers over her g-spot, I used my other hand to lift her knees and spread her thighs open. When I leaned down and reached my tongue out to touch her, she gasped in shock and pleasure.
I liked her inner lips evenly, tasting the condensed sweetness of her juices. Her pussy-juices continued flowing in response to the generous tongue bath I was providing and together we slicked up both her sweet nether regions and my mouth with a mix of our fluids. Her sweet taste was encouraging to me as I continued to stimulate her g-spot while I flicked teasingly at her clit off and on.
Zoe’s head was now thrashing back and forth, and the words and moans that emminated from her mouth were all gibberish. But each time my tongue danced over her protruding little nub, a high piched squeel would escape amidst the lower earthy tones of lust. Each flick was followed by more attention to her lips and then another flick or series of flicks and then back between her lips. I used my hands to pull her inner labia apart, finally releasing hr g-spot with some protest from her. That quickly died down when I pressed my tongue up inside of her, fucking her wet pussy with my driving thrusting organ.
Now I could feel her fluids gushing down my tongue and onto my chin as I searched for the tender g-spot with my bending stretching tongue. Her hands gripped the sheet on the floor and her body began to tense again. I jabbed at her frantically, hopping to bring her off in my mouth and catch a flood of sticky girl come to gobble down. She moaned and thrashed and seemed so close, but just continued on like this rather than exploding in orgasm as I had intended. It didn’t seem to bother her, although her moans grew more and more frantic and she bucked her hips into my face almost violently. She felt she was close, but for some reason she just couldn’t reach climax.
I decided that I would need to slow down again, to ease her into this process and seduce her body into letting go. I held her hips still and slid my tongue out of her gushing pussy, and pushed my wet fingers back in. “It’s ok,” I reassured her. “I want to try some other thing.”
I brought her up in my arms again and looked into her beautiful face. I couldn’t believe that I was so lucky to be hear with her, holding her, fucking her on the floor of my studio. I wondered if she would accept her own juiced on my lips as I moved in to kiss her.
She sucked my tongue hungrily, reveling in her own taste. I could feel another gush of excitement down below as my come drenched tongue touched her own. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as though it were a man’s cock, performing her oral delights with enthusiasm. My own pussy was drenched now and begging for attention.
I broke the kiss to tear off my clothes, wiggling out of a pair of overalls and a plain t-shirt. I had no bra on, as I sometimes feel more comfortable without one when I’m painting. My bikini cut underwear where simple and unglamorous and I tossed them aside without much thought. As soon as my clothes were out of the way, Zoe pounced back onto my mouth with a ferociouness that took me by surprise.
I slid her inexperienced hand down between my legs and she quickly figured out what to do. She stroked my wet folds as I had stroked hers, encouraging my already copious flow of lubrication.I slid my hand back into her and we continued to manually stimulate each other for some time while she licked and sucked at my tongue.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I asked her as she nuzzled my sensitive neck area.
“How did you know!” she gasped. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No my dear, you’ve done everything right.”
“But I can’t- what if I can’t-” there was a tear and a catch in her voice. I knew I had to make it go away.
“You will,” I assured her, brushing her damp bangs from her face. “I am very patient. You just relax and it will happen. I want you to enjoy yourself, that’s what’s most important, ok?”
“Oh, I am! I really am. Nicole, you are amazing. I’ve been wanting this for so long. But I was afraid.”
She had been wanting me too, all this time. The thought filled me with tenderness and deepened my desire. This amazing girl had wanted me. It was not my imagination or wishful thinking. I had not pushed her into anything she wasn’t ready for, I hadn’t influenced her to do something she didn’t want. There was relief, there was pride, and there was determination. I would make her come if it took the rest of my life. In fact, I didn’t mind spending the rest of my life like this, wrapped up in each others arms, bringing untold pleasures to each other for all eternity. In fact it sounded like heaven to me.
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” I told her. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Can I- I mean…”
“What is it? You can ask me anything.”
“That taste of myself, on your lips. It was like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It was such a turn on.”
“I know,” I told her with a smile.
“Could I- you know?” she asked nodding down at my lap.
“Of course darling. I would love that.”
“Love,” she whispered with a hint of a shy smile.”
“We can talk about that later.”
“Of course, now lay back sweet heart.”
She called me sweet heart, and she wanted to taste me, to lick my pussy like I had done to her. The girl could not stop amazing me I thought as I did as she told me, and leaned back with a smile on my face.
“Oooh!” I gasped as she licked me experimentally. I noticed she stopped to explore the taste.
“Your sweeter than me,” she told me.
“You’ll have to share with me later, so I can judge that for myself,” I told her.
She laughed, “You naughty little vixen.”
“Yes I a-A-A-AM!” I gasp as she descended on me disentrance. “Oh Go-od! Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, Oh!” It was my turn to thrash my head back and forth as she slid her wet tongue into my intimate folds. Her method was more exploratory than mine, tracing over my lips and burrowing into the vallies and folds of the inner and outer labia. She hit my clitoris, on accident I think, for she seemed as surprised as I was. I howled and begged her to do it again.
“Oh no,” she said laughing. “You teased me, now I am going to tease you.” She licked again at my lips then latched on, sucking and nuzzling my tender wet folds.
“Mmmh, ahhh, ahhh, mmmh, yeah,” I moaned, I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt and then she used her nose to nuzzle my clit while she held my pussy lips firmly in her mouth and shook her head back and forth.
“God! Yes! Oh God, please Zoe, don’t stop, please!”
Zoe kept going, stimulationg my entire pussy with just her mouth and her nose. I could feel myself drawing closer and I was afraid that she would stop as I had when I had brought her near.”
“God Zoe, yes,. Make me come, please. Make me come all night sweet heart. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” I gasped the words out as best I could, and she held on even tighter as if to assure me that she was going to see me through.
“Zoe, god yes, god yes. Oh fuck baby, fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!” My hips bucked up into her face as she vigorously gave me her amazing oral treatment. I could feel my body coil and tense and then it washed over me. It was hard and strong and I could feel my liquids gushing up to her face. My body shook through an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Zoe switched to lapping up my flowing juices, I couldn’t believe how wild she had become. She seemed starved for my the taste of me.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” she told me as she lapped up the last of my extra juices. “Mmm, you taste so sweet.”
“Let me taste it girl, let me lick your lips you sexy little kitten.”
“Meow!” sassed as she pulled me up and brought her lips to mine. I had tasted my own juices before, and she was right, they were very sweet today. Sweeter than they had ever been before to my knowledge. Maybe it was her, that I had wanted her so bad for so long. Maybe it was just luck, but now I hungrily sucked my flavor from her tongue like she had taught me.
I could feel my heat growing again as she groaned into my mouth. I was relentless, refusing to let her go until I had sucked it clean. She seemed to enjoy it even more than I had enjoyed her doing the same thing to me, and I wondered if I could make her come by sucking her tongue. The noises she was making while I held her tongue captive encouraged me to continue trying.
She pressed herself into me, grinding her body up and down over mine. I decided it was time for some clit to clit action. I broke the suction on her mouth and showed her how to over lap our legs so that our clit’s could come into contact. I put my hands down behind me and bucked into her. She followed suit, banging her clit into my. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “I always wondered what two women did together!”
“Well, now you know,” I told her gleefully. “Wait, I want to show you something.”
She stopped her action and I pressed my pussy up to hers. “Ok, now just rub,” I instructed. We rubbed out clit’s over one another, together, reveling in the pleasure. Our pussies were wet again and we slid around haphazardly over one another making sloppy sloshing noises with our horny bodies. It felt fantastic, but for a moment I felt a surge of penis envy as I wished that I could really fuck her, push my self into Zoe’s warm waiting pussy and shoot real seed into her womb. It was illogical, but with Zoe, nothing was logical anymore. She made me want to be everything, to experience her from every point of view, to take her, to give her pleaser to force her into submission to be her slave. I wanted to be her everything and to be everything to her.
I would have to buy a good strap-on, I told myself, although it wouldn’t be the same. But for now, all I had was my own very feminine body to pleasure her with and she seemed to be very satisfied by what I had offered so far. Funny how I wanted to protect her, and yet I wanted to do every dirty imaginable thing to her too. I wondered if she felt the same way, or thought these same strange thoughts.
I grabbed her ankle and ground my pussy into hers, then humped her slightly and ground her again. Clit to clit I found every way possible to stimulate her, keeping us in close constant contact. She moaned and mewed and whimpered, but still did not come. I thought that I might not be able to hold out, but I found myself unwilling or unable to climax again until I could bring her the same pleaser.
“69,” I told her.
Her eyes gleamed. “I thought you’d never ask.” She crawled down beneath me, spreading her legs with her knees up. I positioned my pussy over her mouth and she hungrily attacked me once more. I carefully separated her pussy lips and brushed aside her soft matt of pubic fuzz to gain clear access with my tongue.
We feasted on each other with abandon. As I held myself up on my legs, I bent down into this beautiful goddess’s golden pussy savoring the taste and the experience. I was determined now to bring her to a hard crashing climax, to make her first experience with a woman wonderful and perfect. Yet, she seemed almost determined not to come. The little vixen’s legs suddenly snaked up around my waist. She locked her feet behind me and lifted her pussy in a lock on my face. Before I knew what was going on, she rolled- forcefully- I would never have guessed that the little fox had that much strength, but she forcefully rolled me onto my back. Only then did she loosen up the hold of her warm wet mound from my lips.
Now on my back, I thrust my tongue up inside of her, causing her to let out an unearthly scream. I held her ass in my hands, pulling her to my face like a melon ripe for the eating, and licked her sweet juices free from the soft pulp.
Quite suddenly, I felt her body stiffen above me, and I sensed this time was different. Her breathing pattern changed to sharp and shallow panting and she was trying to say something, but having quite difficulty.
“Ma-ma-my-” And then there was only panting and moaning in place of words. “a-a-a, my ass,” I thought I heard her say. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my face. She thrashed around moaning yes, yes, yes, and then added “put your- finger in me.” I slid my finger back up to the opening of her slit but she wiggled away. “No,” she said attempting to redirect my hand. I finally understood, and coated my finger with saliva before pressing it against her resistant puckered opening.
I pressed my finger in, slowly until I found myself buried knuckle deep in her tight little ass, and then slid my finger in and out of her steadily. Almost immediately she started screaming that she was coming. Her body when stiff, I felt for a minute as though I was trapped between her thighs, slowly being suffocated but for some reason, it still felt good, like a head rush. And then she was convulsing and thrashing as her orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. She collapsed on top of me, releasing my head from it’s prison and I rolled her over easily.
For a few minutes, it was as though she were catotonic. She lay perfectly still, not blinking, barely breathing. “Zoe?” I called tentatively. “Are you ok.”
“Perfect,” she sighed. She didn’t say perfect and then sigh, but said the word as if it were a breath. And then I saw a tiny smile form on her perfect and beautiful face. I laid down next to her on my back, and we held hands and looked up at the ceiling together for a long time before either of us moved.
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Before I head off to school, here's a sample, from a lighter section of the story:
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"Ok, the key now is to walk away looking really conspicuous," Daniel said, as if this had been the plan all along. Which it probably was.
"Daniel, take your head out of the dictionary. English is my first language, and not even I know what the fuck conspicuous means"
"Are you serious?!"
"Of bloody course I'm not serious! I know what conspicuous means, but when you use it you sound like we're characters straight out of an Enid Blyton book."
The blonde man sighed. "All right, all right. What I mean is that we walk away from here, through the crowd, carrying all this stuff, so that everyone can see us."
If there had been more light seeping into the small room, Daniel would had seen the totally incredulous look on Cozon's face.
"Are you insane? Everyone will see us!"
"I just said that, didn't I? Don't you get it, that is the point! We walk out of here, carrying god knows what, laughing and joking, not hesitating at all. As if we owned the place, as if we had every right on the planet to be there and then with all that stuff hauled over our shoulders. If we just act confident enough, no one will think twice of it."
For a few seconds, not a word was said. Then Cozon spoke up again.
"All right. If you are absolutely sure that it'll work."
"Positive. Don't you trust me?" Daniel chided.
"I don't even trust the sun to rise in the morning."
"Ah the young and cynical."
"Shut up. Oh fuck it. Let's go."
"See, I knew you'd come to you senses," Daniel said
"I haven't, but being locked a in pitch black room with nothing but the questionable wit of Daniel Blomfelt to keep me company is a worse fate than a year or two in the slammer."
"'The slammer'? You must be the first person I've ever heard that actually uses that word for real."
"Whatever. I just prefer to hang in bars instead of hanging behind them."
With that they sneaked out from the little door in the secluded corner of the square, and headed with strident steps, or as strident as 40 meters of extension cord and a bag each of duct tape allowed them to, towards the crowd milling in and out of the subway station. Cozon was amazed over how remarkably well their hoax went. Daniel was being loud and large, causing people to move over when they approached, or get hit by dangling plugs. People looked so much at the load that they were carrying that not one took a peek at their faces. If their little stunt was to become a police errand, witnesses would report that they had seen two guys carrying all kinds of material that could had been used for that kind of thing. But when asked for a description of said perpetrators, the most likely reply would be "They were, you know... guys. Two guys."
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"Ok, the key now is to walk away looking really conspicuous," Daniel said, as if this had been the plan all along. Which it probably was.
"Daniel, take your head out of the dictionary. English is my first language, and not even I know what the fuck conspicuous means"
"Are you serious?!"
"Of bloody course I'm not serious! I know what conspicuous means, but when you use it you sound like we're characters straight out of an Enid Blyton book."
The blonde man sighed. "All right, all right. What I mean is that we walk away from here, through the crowd, carrying all this stuff, so that everyone can see us."
If there had been more light seeping into the small room, Daniel would had seen the totally incredulous look on Cozon's face.
"Are you insane? Everyone will see us!"
"I just said that, didn't I? Don't you get it, that is the point! We walk out of here, carrying god knows what, laughing and joking, not hesitating at all. As if we owned the place, as if we had every right on the planet to be there and then with all that stuff hauled over our shoulders. If we just act confident enough, no one will think twice of it."
For a few seconds, not a word was said. Then Cozon spoke up again.
"All right. If you are absolutely sure that it'll work."
"Positive. Don't you trust me?" Daniel chided.
"I don't even trust the sun to rise in the morning."
"Ah the young and cynical."
"Shut up. Oh fuck it. Let's go."
"See, I knew you'd come to you senses," Daniel said
"I haven't, but being locked a in pitch black room with nothing but the questionable wit of Daniel Blomfelt to keep me company is a worse fate than a year or two in the slammer."
"'The slammer'? You must be the first person I've ever heard that actually uses that word for real."
"Whatever. I just prefer to hang in bars instead of hanging behind them."
With that they sneaked out from the little door in the secluded corner of the square, and headed with strident steps, or as strident as 40 meters of extension cord and a bag each of duct tape allowed them to, towards the crowd milling in and out of the subway station. Cozon was amazed over how remarkably well their hoax went. Daniel was being loud and large, causing people to move over when they approached, or get hit by dangling plugs. People looked so much at the load that they were carrying that not one took a peek at their faces. If their little stunt was to become a police errand, witnesses would report that they had seen two guys carrying all kinds of material that could had been used for that kind of thing. But when asked for a description of said perpetrators, the most likely reply would be "They were, you know... guys. Two guys."
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sweetnpetite said:I've crossed over from Erotic Chick Lit to plain smut
But then, who knows what will servive revisions!
For you filthy minded folks who are interested, read up, most of this probably won't make the final cut
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Wow.....*exhaling slowly, not realising I had been holding my breath*.
Double wow!
That's a story in its own right. If you cut it from NaNo, you should post it as a stand alone.
*fanning myself*.
Beautifully written, explicit without being coarse, imaginative, flowing..........thank you for a lovely start to my day.
Mat
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well done colly
Well i got up to 11000 lst night so i'm not feeling too bad. I want to sit and have a good write but i don't think i'll have time to do tht till tommorrow. we'll see i guess.
Well i got up to 11000 lst night so i'm not feeling too bad. I want to sit and have a good write but i don't think i'll have time to do tht till tommorrow. we'll see i guess.
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Colleen Thomas said:No way. My words aren't up to the standards you write too
Thanks
... but I have to say... Are you nuts??? LOL... You write way better than I do.
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Colleen Thomas said:50,010
Made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks Lou Lou
-Colly
Bloody hell, woman!!!
And there was you reluctant to do it, fearing you couldn't. PAH!
Go on then, write another.
Lou
P.S. Well done, I'm so fucking proud of you!!!
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matriarch said:
wow! considering the sourse, I'll take that as a real compliment.
I'm glad you liked it, and who knows, maybe it will make it in with a little revision
Glad that you enjoyed it. Kisses. Sweetnpetite as:
smartnsassy
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Colleen Thomas said:50,010
Made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks Lou Lou
-Colly
Good Golly I'm green!
Most of us would be content to *read* a novel in a week!!!
Congratulations Colly. (IS your story posted on lit?) (NOT that I'll have time to read it this month of course!
)
smartnsassy
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There once was a writer named Colleen
The rest of us with envy turned green
The words they just flew
As her story grew and grew
That girl is a NaNo novel writing Queen!
---Amy Sweet.
The rest of us with envy turned green
The words they just flew
As her story grew and grew
That girl is a NaNo novel writing Queen!
---Amy Sweet.
English Lady
Erotic English Rose
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13 737 is the current count. I had some surprising writing time and boy it all just came gushing out!!! I am feeling much happier now I feel I'm a bit ahead of myself again.
Just for you lot, heres an exerpt-un spell checked and as raw as raw can be*L*
"Strolling through the park, wrapped snugly inside my coat, my red scarf securely around my neck I feel melancholy. Amy is asleep in her pram, wrapped up like a pink marshmallow in her snow suit. She changes daily now, her face maturing as I gaze at her. This will be her first Christmas. We’re spending it at mums of course. It will be a large affair, aunts, uncles and miscellaneous friends and charity cases she’ll pick up along the way.
I will smile and laugh until my jaw aches but I anticipate no fun from it. I seem unable to enjoy anything right now.
The date on Friday was disaster. He made such an effort to please and entertain me but my heart was elsewhere. In the end I just told him that I didn’t think it’d work out. We were too different. He looked massively dejected for just a second before a wry smile plastered itself across his handsome face.
“It’s been a pleasure.” he said as he kissed my cheek as my bus arrived at the stop. “Take care.”
“And you Mike.” Impulsively I wrapped arms around him then and he hugged me back. It scared me the tightness of that hug.
I lay awake staring at my ceiling that night and the phone ringing startled me. It had been Mike; clearly pissed out of his head and hurling abuse at me.
Even now I can hear those words.
“I could have fallen in love with you, you cold bitch!”
I hadn’t anticipated or expected that and I cried myself to sleep. I didn’t want to hurt him, maybe if I wasn’t so hung up on this whole Jim thing I could have loved him too? But no. Deep inside I knew and I still know it would never have worked out.
The sun is high in the sky, pale and wreathed in light fluffy clouds. The sky icy blue, pale and delicate. The air smells of winter, cold and icy it freezes my nose as it enters my body, seemingly cooling my whole being inside and out.
Maybe I am a cold Bitch.
Mum told me to get to the doctors. It was obvious I was suffering from that post natal depression. I went and the doctor agreed; giving me a fistful of pills and emphasising the need to take them for a while to see any difference. A week later, a few days before Christmas and I still feel like a part of winter. A frozen lake maybe or a tree with bare frost laden branches. Maybe I am a flake of snow being knocked in the wind, landing and disappearing into a sheet of other snowflakes. Slowly melting away to nothing; nobody caring."
Just for you lot, heres an exerpt-un spell checked and as raw as raw can be*L*
"Strolling through the park, wrapped snugly inside my coat, my red scarf securely around my neck I feel melancholy. Amy is asleep in her pram, wrapped up like a pink marshmallow in her snow suit. She changes daily now, her face maturing as I gaze at her. This will be her first Christmas. We’re spending it at mums of course. It will be a large affair, aunts, uncles and miscellaneous friends and charity cases she’ll pick up along the way.
I will smile and laugh until my jaw aches but I anticipate no fun from it. I seem unable to enjoy anything right now.
The date on Friday was disaster. He made such an effort to please and entertain me but my heart was elsewhere. In the end I just told him that I didn’t think it’d work out. We were too different. He looked massively dejected for just a second before a wry smile plastered itself across his handsome face.
“It’s been a pleasure.” he said as he kissed my cheek as my bus arrived at the stop. “Take care.”
“And you Mike.” Impulsively I wrapped arms around him then and he hugged me back. It scared me the tightness of that hug.
I lay awake staring at my ceiling that night and the phone ringing startled me. It had been Mike; clearly pissed out of his head and hurling abuse at me.
Even now I can hear those words.
“I could have fallen in love with you, you cold bitch!”
I hadn’t anticipated or expected that and I cried myself to sleep. I didn’t want to hurt him, maybe if I wasn’t so hung up on this whole Jim thing I could have loved him too? But no. Deep inside I knew and I still know it would never have worked out.
The sun is high in the sky, pale and wreathed in light fluffy clouds. The sky icy blue, pale and delicate. The air smells of winter, cold and icy it freezes my nose as it enters my body, seemingly cooling my whole being inside and out.
Maybe I am a cold Bitch.
Mum told me to get to the doctors. It was obvious I was suffering from that post natal depression. I went and the doctor agreed; giving me a fistful of pills and emphasising the need to take them for a while to see any difference. A week later, a few days before Christmas and I still feel like a part of winter. A frozen lake maybe or a tree with bare frost laden branches. Maybe I am a flake of snow being knocked in the wind, landing and disappearing into a sheet of other snowflakes. Slowly melting away to nothing; nobody caring."
CrimsonMaiden
Pretty in Pink
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Here's an excerpt from mine. It's the very beginning and not very good in my opinion. Oh well, I can alway fix it upon edit.
*****
The train rattled and groaned as it huffed along the track. Despite the steady waving of the decorative fan in front of her face, sweat beaded on Rose’s forehead and trickled down her face. Sighing in frustration, she threw the fan to the carpeted floor and climbed to her knees on the seat. Flinging open the window, she moaned in relief as the air buffeted against her face, cooling the heated skin.
“Rose Elizabeth Montgomery! Close that window this instant!”
“But Mother, I am suffocating in this dress! There is no air inside this car!” Rose silently cursed her luck that they would get a car with a broken cooling unit.
“And with the window open, dust is blowing in. You know how much it bothers your father. Do want to make him sick?”
Cursing silently, Rose slammed the window shut and slumped back down in the seat, the beauty of her delicate face marred by a pronounced pout. Had her mother not insisted she wear a good dress, she would have been much cooler. Instead, her body suffered tremendously under the smothering weight of the restricting lace stockings, tight undergarments, billowing petticoats, and heavy material of the Sunday dress.
“You’re meeting your betrothed as soon as we arrive in Silver Reef. You can’t show up looking like a serving girl. You have to look the part of a high society wife. After all, that is what Mr. Harrington is expecting,” her mother had lectured when she whined about having to wear the ridiculously hot get up.
On top of the heavy garments, Rose’s mother had painted her face in garish colors. She pulled a small mirror from her bag and winced when she saw the hideous reflection in the mirror. The too bright red lipstick had smeared, making it look as though her lip were bleeding profusely. The rest of the make-up had run from the copious sweating, leaving Rose looking like an abstract clown.
“Mother, may I please go wash my face? You can put new paint on before we arrive if you must, but if Mr. Harrington sees me in such a state, he will likely run away screaming in terror.”
Rose’s mother looked shocked as her eyes swept across her face. It was as if she had just noticed how horrible the make-up now looked. “Go ahead, but don’t take too long. And be careful, there’s no telling what kind of ruffians and outlaws are lurking about.”
Nodding her head in understanding, Rose stood and practically ran to the door, grateful to escape the suffocating heat of the private rail car. Despite her mother’s warning, she lingered on the platform outside their car, reveling in the feel of the wind against her flushed face. After checking behind her to make sure neither of her parents was looking out the small window in the door and then in front of her to check for passengers or crew coming from that direction, Rose lifted the skirts of her dress and petticoat to allow the wind to sweep under the heavy material and cool her shapely legs and the moist hot area at the apex of her thighs.
*****
The train rattled and groaned as it huffed along the track. Despite the steady waving of the decorative fan in front of her face, sweat beaded on Rose’s forehead and trickled down her face. Sighing in frustration, she threw the fan to the carpeted floor and climbed to her knees on the seat. Flinging open the window, she moaned in relief as the air buffeted against her face, cooling the heated skin.
“Rose Elizabeth Montgomery! Close that window this instant!”
“But Mother, I am suffocating in this dress! There is no air inside this car!” Rose silently cursed her luck that they would get a car with a broken cooling unit.
“And with the window open, dust is blowing in. You know how much it bothers your father. Do want to make him sick?”
Cursing silently, Rose slammed the window shut and slumped back down in the seat, the beauty of her delicate face marred by a pronounced pout. Had her mother not insisted she wear a good dress, she would have been much cooler. Instead, her body suffered tremendously under the smothering weight of the restricting lace stockings, tight undergarments, billowing petticoats, and heavy material of the Sunday dress.
“You’re meeting your betrothed as soon as we arrive in Silver Reef. You can’t show up looking like a serving girl. You have to look the part of a high society wife. After all, that is what Mr. Harrington is expecting,” her mother had lectured when she whined about having to wear the ridiculously hot get up.
On top of the heavy garments, Rose’s mother had painted her face in garish colors. She pulled a small mirror from her bag and winced when she saw the hideous reflection in the mirror. The too bright red lipstick had smeared, making it look as though her lip were bleeding profusely. The rest of the make-up had run from the copious sweating, leaving Rose looking like an abstract clown.
“Mother, may I please go wash my face? You can put new paint on before we arrive if you must, but if Mr. Harrington sees me in such a state, he will likely run away screaming in terror.”
Rose’s mother looked shocked as her eyes swept across her face. It was as if she had just noticed how horrible the make-up now looked. “Go ahead, but don’t take too long. And be careful, there’s no telling what kind of ruffians and outlaws are lurking about.”
Nodding her head in understanding, Rose stood and practically ran to the door, grateful to escape the suffocating heat of the private rail car. Despite her mother’s warning, she lingered on the platform outside their car, reveling in the feel of the wind against her flushed face. After checking behind her to make sure neither of her parents was looking out the small window in the door and then in front of her to check for passengers or crew coming from that direction, Rose lifted the skirts of her dress and petticoat to allow the wind to sweep under the heavy material and cool her shapely legs and the moist hot area at the apex of her thighs.
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The young Aviator LOL
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Colleen Thomas said:50,010
Made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks Lou Lou
-Colly
Nice one gorgeous
Bloody well done to you, now I have to admit to my dismal attempt though:Just up to the 9,106 mark tonight. Story's flowing without a hitch, but time is short to play with it.
Black Tulip
Not so delicate flower
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Really!
How do you think I can write when there are all these interesting, tantalizing snippets to read?
Liar, EL, Crim, Sweet. I probably am forgetting someone, but I assure you all I enjoy myself immensely with reading it.
EL, I liked the image of being frozen.
Been there too?
Colly, I count on you for writing another one, at least one!
Alright, a small piece of mine where the heroine gets into trouble.
***
As she had made good progress Vera decided to take a small break before crossing the expanse of heather. It was well past noon but if she kept a steady pace she could reach the temple of Freya easily before dark. All she had to do was cross the moor and from there it was only another hour or so to the sea of shifting sand that lay in front of the temple.
Haldis was the priestess of Freya now and she lived near the temple. Her home a humble structure in the side of the sandy cliff that bordered the sands on the far side. It gave her a perfect view of visitors who had to cross the expanse of white sand to reach the temple.
Vera smiled as she conjured up the image of Haldis’ house and the temple that stood near it. She was always happy to see Haldis, eager to learn from the priestess. Ever since she was a little girl she had followed Haldis around whenever she came to visit with Frederik and his growing family. She hoped Haldis would be able to make sense of her latest reading. Watch out for a black sister. Vera frowned, she had no clue what to make of the statement, yet the stones had been clear.
With a shrug of her shoulders she stood up and started the trek across the moor. The heather was turning purple already and she heard the deep buzzing of bees. There even was the occasional sound of a cricket. Enjoying the springy feel beneath her feet, Vera was almost halfway across before she became aware of something out of place.
At first Vera was not sure what alerted her, but she suddenly felt something was amiss. Walking on as if nothing disturbed her, she carefully slowed down enough to take a look around. There was no sign of anything unusual and then it dawned. All sounds had died down. No bees, no crickets, no birds, only the soft rustle of the wind and the sounds of her own footsteps.
No, that was not true. From the left came the soft clanking of armor and Vera whipped the bow from her shoulder as she dropped on her stomach beside a juniper bush. Damn, she couldn’t use the bow without standing up, but that would make her a perfect target.
Carefully she raised her head to look in the direction of the sound that had given them away, whoever them were. Narrowing her eyes she scanned the edge of the forest where the sound had come from. Nothing moved. With a puzzled look on her face she turned her head and looked up and down, but nothing out of the ordinary there either.
A shiver ran down her spine as she realized there maybe were enemies behind her. She’d have to move in order to take a look behind her. Still, it was odd. The sound of armor had been very distinct. Now that she thought about it, it had almost been deliberate. Why?
Vera tried to figure out what course of action would be safest. If she was right and the sound had been on purpose it stood to reason that the real danger would be coming from the opposite side. There was no doubt in her mind that she had stumbled onto a Roman patrol. Or maybe they had stumbled onto her.
She decided she had to see what was behind her. Putting her bow aside she struggled to get the arrows and the backpack off her back as well without raising her head too much. Slowly she lifted her upper body on her arms to look at the forest opposite her.
The soft wind rustled again and she realized there was not enough wind to justify such a prolonged sound. She scrambled to her knees and was halfway up when she felt the point of a sword in the small of her back.
“Stand up - very – very slowly.” The soft voice was frightening her more than she cared for.
She obeyed with careful movements but as soon as she tried to look behind her, the sword dug in her back a little deeper.
“No. Keep still.”
Standing upright she now saw how simple it had been to trap her. In front of her two Roman soldiers emerged with big grins on their faces. Their armor clanking a lot more now that they had her. From the left and right a few more showed themselves and judging from the sounds there was more than one behind her back as well.
“You, Arcas, take that pack and the weaponry. Clovis, cover me.”
From the corner of her eye Vera saw a scrawny legionnaire pick up her bow and arrow together with her backpack. Next she felt a pair of strong hands grabbing her arms and tying them behind her back. A quick perusal of her body took care of her hunting knife and the dagger at her side.
“Now you can turn around.” The voice was still soft but held a note of menace.
Vera straightened to her full height and was able to look down upon the soldiers in front of her. She refused to obey the soft voice behind her. By Fenrir, who did he think he was? Did he really think he could commandeer her? She made a derisive noise and took a good look at the men in front of her.
Two, four legionnaires. Not very impressive since they were not as tall as she was and certainly not as broad as either of her brothers. They looked a bit awed by the sight of the tall blonde woman who clearly had no fear of them. Vera grinned which made them take a step back.
The hand that yanked her braid changed the grin into a grimace but she refused to say anything. She merely clenched her teeth as someone kicked her behind the knees so she was forced to kneel down. Only then did the owner of that sinister voice revealed himself.
Verena eyed him warily. Her father had taught her enough of Roman military affairs to realize this was an optio, a centurion’s second in command. Though what he was doing here with a tent group at his disposal she had no idea. He looked quite smug as he stepped in front of her.
The man’s looks fitted his menacing voice. He had the compact body of a fighter but his face was pinched, with a sallow complexion and his eyes were close set. They were a watery light blue and his head was covered with an unappealing mat of rust colored hair. The cruel set of his mouth was his most offensive feature, however.
Vera saw him narrow his eyes but she refused to bow her head, not to a Roman. She lifted her head proudly. Even though he had her on her knees for now, she was the daughter of Frederik, son of Wilfrid who was the son of Arik. She knew it would probably anger him but she figured Freya would take care of her own.
“Now what do we have here?” The optio eyed her in a speculative way.
Vera looked him straight in the eye, then raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down in an insulting manner. Who knows, he might get mad enough to get stupid. He looked like a seasoned fighter, but the eight soldiers with him were scrawny boys in her opinion. She could easily knock a few of them aside and sprint into the forest.
She had no such luck. He merely nodded and returned the favor. Taking his time in appraising her body. When he was done he licked his lips and adjusted his manhood in an offensive manner.
“Arrogant, huh? That’s alright. I like teaching a woman her proper place.” He grinned and showed a surprisingly good set of teeth. “You are already on your knees. That’s a good start.”
Vera stiffened but realized he was playing the same game. Trying to goad her into some sort of action, forcing her to acknowledge his power over her. With some effort she managed a smile and remained as unmoving as possible. She would not be so easily manipulated.
The only warning she got was the twisting of his face in a cruel mask before he backhanded her across her mouth.
“I’ll teach you not to laugh at me, arrogant bitch.”
Vera felt her head snap back at the force of the blow and she tasted the coppery flavor of blood from a split lip. She remained silent however. Merely looking back at him as she felt a trickle of blood down her chin. Well, with her hands tied behind her back, there was nothing she could right now anyway.
“Right, men. Fall in. Time to head back. The hunt is over.”
He jerked Vera to her feet, shoving her in front of him after the rest of the soldiers formed up in a double row and started off towards the forest. From the corner of her eye Vera looked across the moor, hoping perhaps for a last opportunity to escape.
As they made their way through the woods, Vera listened attentively to the soldiers talking among themselves. She was glad now that Frederik had insisted they all learned the language of the enemy. It seemed they had been hunting for fresh meat, thinking to catch a deer when they had first heard her approach.
She sniggered in silence. What half-wit would try to hunt deer in the middle of the day? Freya, they really were stupid. Well, not that stupid, she admonished herself. They did manage to catch her, after all didn’t they?
Even though she deemed them a pathetic lot the soldiers kept up a good pace. To her surprise they even went on after the sun went down, but she soon understood why. They had been walking for hours now, but she heard the rush of the river ahead of her and figured they would be crossing again.
No doubt they felt safer on the other side of the Rhine and rightly so, Vera thought grimly. This side was still Frisian territory and even if her father would listen to Waldemar’s advice, she was sure Arnt could find plenty of warriors to side with him in harassing as many Romans as they could find.
***
15268 words at this moment.
How do you think I can write when there are all these interesting, tantalizing snippets to read?
Liar, EL, Crim, Sweet. I probably am forgetting someone, but I assure you all I enjoy myself immensely with reading it.
EL, I liked the image of being frozen.
Been there too?
Colly, I count on you for writing another one, at least one!
Alright, a small piece of mine where the heroine gets into trouble.
***
As she had made good progress Vera decided to take a small break before crossing the expanse of heather. It was well past noon but if she kept a steady pace she could reach the temple of Freya easily before dark. All she had to do was cross the moor and from there it was only another hour or so to the sea of shifting sand that lay in front of the temple.
Haldis was the priestess of Freya now and she lived near the temple. Her home a humble structure in the side of the sandy cliff that bordered the sands on the far side. It gave her a perfect view of visitors who had to cross the expanse of white sand to reach the temple.
Vera smiled as she conjured up the image of Haldis’ house and the temple that stood near it. She was always happy to see Haldis, eager to learn from the priestess. Ever since she was a little girl she had followed Haldis around whenever she came to visit with Frederik and his growing family. She hoped Haldis would be able to make sense of her latest reading. Watch out for a black sister. Vera frowned, she had no clue what to make of the statement, yet the stones had been clear.
With a shrug of her shoulders she stood up and started the trek across the moor. The heather was turning purple already and she heard the deep buzzing of bees. There even was the occasional sound of a cricket. Enjoying the springy feel beneath her feet, Vera was almost halfway across before she became aware of something out of place.
At first Vera was not sure what alerted her, but she suddenly felt something was amiss. Walking on as if nothing disturbed her, she carefully slowed down enough to take a look around. There was no sign of anything unusual and then it dawned. All sounds had died down. No bees, no crickets, no birds, only the soft rustle of the wind and the sounds of her own footsteps.
No, that was not true. From the left came the soft clanking of armor and Vera whipped the bow from her shoulder as she dropped on her stomach beside a juniper bush. Damn, she couldn’t use the bow without standing up, but that would make her a perfect target.
Carefully she raised her head to look in the direction of the sound that had given them away, whoever them were. Narrowing her eyes she scanned the edge of the forest where the sound had come from. Nothing moved. With a puzzled look on her face she turned her head and looked up and down, but nothing out of the ordinary there either.
A shiver ran down her spine as she realized there maybe were enemies behind her. She’d have to move in order to take a look behind her. Still, it was odd. The sound of armor had been very distinct. Now that she thought about it, it had almost been deliberate. Why?
Vera tried to figure out what course of action would be safest. If she was right and the sound had been on purpose it stood to reason that the real danger would be coming from the opposite side. There was no doubt in her mind that she had stumbled onto a Roman patrol. Or maybe they had stumbled onto her.
She decided she had to see what was behind her. Putting her bow aside she struggled to get the arrows and the backpack off her back as well without raising her head too much. Slowly she lifted her upper body on her arms to look at the forest opposite her.
The soft wind rustled again and she realized there was not enough wind to justify such a prolonged sound. She scrambled to her knees and was halfway up when she felt the point of a sword in the small of her back.
“Stand up - very – very slowly.” The soft voice was frightening her more than she cared for.
She obeyed with careful movements but as soon as she tried to look behind her, the sword dug in her back a little deeper.
“No. Keep still.”
Standing upright she now saw how simple it had been to trap her. In front of her two Roman soldiers emerged with big grins on their faces. Their armor clanking a lot more now that they had her. From the left and right a few more showed themselves and judging from the sounds there was more than one behind her back as well.
“You, Arcas, take that pack and the weaponry. Clovis, cover me.”
From the corner of her eye Vera saw a scrawny legionnaire pick up her bow and arrow together with her backpack. Next she felt a pair of strong hands grabbing her arms and tying them behind her back. A quick perusal of her body took care of her hunting knife and the dagger at her side.
“Now you can turn around.” The voice was still soft but held a note of menace.
Vera straightened to her full height and was able to look down upon the soldiers in front of her. She refused to obey the soft voice behind her. By Fenrir, who did he think he was? Did he really think he could commandeer her? She made a derisive noise and took a good look at the men in front of her.
Two, four legionnaires. Not very impressive since they were not as tall as she was and certainly not as broad as either of her brothers. They looked a bit awed by the sight of the tall blonde woman who clearly had no fear of them. Vera grinned which made them take a step back.
The hand that yanked her braid changed the grin into a grimace but she refused to say anything. She merely clenched her teeth as someone kicked her behind the knees so she was forced to kneel down. Only then did the owner of that sinister voice revealed himself.
Verena eyed him warily. Her father had taught her enough of Roman military affairs to realize this was an optio, a centurion’s second in command. Though what he was doing here with a tent group at his disposal she had no idea. He looked quite smug as he stepped in front of her.
The man’s looks fitted his menacing voice. He had the compact body of a fighter but his face was pinched, with a sallow complexion and his eyes were close set. They were a watery light blue and his head was covered with an unappealing mat of rust colored hair. The cruel set of his mouth was his most offensive feature, however.
Vera saw him narrow his eyes but she refused to bow her head, not to a Roman. She lifted her head proudly. Even though he had her on her knees for now, she was the daughter of Frederik, son of Wilfrid who was the son of Arik. She knew it would probably anger him but she figured Freya would take care of her own.
“Now what do we have here?” The optio eyed her in a speculative way.
Vera looked him straight in the eye, then raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down in an insulting manner. Who knows, he might get mad enough to get stupid. He looked like a seasoned fighter, but the eight soldiers with him were scrawny boys in her opinion. She could easily knock a few of them aside and sprint into the forest.
She had no such luck. He merely nodded and returned the favor. Taking his time in appraising her body. When he was done he licked his lips and adjusted his manhood in an offensive manner.
“Arrogant, huh? That’s alright. I like teaching a woman her proper place.” He grinned and showed a surprisingly good set of teeth. “You are already on your knees. That’s a good start.”
Vera stiffened but realized he was playing the same game. Trying to goad her into some sort of action, forcing her to acknowledge his power over her. With some effort she managed a smile and remained as unmoving as possible. She would not be so easily manipulated.
The only warning she got was the twisting of his face in a cruel mask before he backhanded her across her mouth.
“I’ll teach you not to laugh at me, arrogant bitch.”
Vera felt her head snap back at the force of the blow and she tasted the coppery flavor of blood from a split lip. She remained silent however. Merely looking back at him as she felt a trickle of blood down her chin. Well, with her hands tied behind her back, there was nothing she could right now anyway.
“Right, men. Fall in. Time to head back. The hunt is over.”
He jerked Vera to her feet, shoving her in front of him after the rest of the soldiers formed up in a double row and started off towards the forest. From the corner of her eye Vera looked across the moor, hoping perhaps for a last opportunity to escape.
As they made their way through the woods, Vera listened attentively to the soldiers talking among themselves. She was glad now that Frederik had insisted they all learned the language of the enemy. It seemed they had been hunting for fresh meat, thinking to catch a deer when they had first heard her approach.
She sniggered in silence. What half-wit would try to hunt deer in the middle of the day? Freya, they really were stupid. Well, not that stupid, she admonished herself. They did manage to catch her, after all didn’t they?
Even though she deemed them a pathetic lot the soldiers kept up a good pace. To her surprise they even went on after the sun went down, but she soon understood why. They had been walking for hours now, but she heard the rush of the river ahead of her and figured they would be crossing again.
No doubt they felt safer on the other side of the Rhine and rightly so, Vera thought grimly. This side was still Frisian territory and even if her father would listen to Waldemar’s advice, she was sure Arnt could find plenty of warriors to side with him in harassing as many Romans as they could find.
***
15268 words at this moment.
Alex De Kok
Eternal Optimist
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Back to the drawing board
At 22404 I've hit the wall for the second time. I like the characters, but the story is lost in the mire.
Last year I had an outline and managed the 50k easily. This year, just an idea. It wasn't enough.
Back to Plan B. Start again. This time with an outline I'd put to one side. So, 50k words in 22 days. 2273 words a day. It's doable! Wish me luck. Or Colly, send me some of what you've been on, lol
Alex
At 22404 I've hit the wall for the second time. I like the characters, but the story is lost in the mire.
Last year I had an outline and managed the 50k easily. This year, just an idea. It wasn't enough.
Back to Plan B. Start again. This time with an outline I'd put to one side. So, 50k words in 22 days. 2273 words a day. It's doable! Wish me luck. Or Colly, send me some of what you've been on, lol
Alex
