Author’s note: This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “Whispers”…and I must apologize as I went a little longer with this than the limit of 1200 words. Being I started at 2300 words after the first draft…I don’t think I can cut anymore of it. “You blew off your stories of supers?” Gray crossed his arms and glared at me. “You …
“Why the fuck did you give me glasses?” Gray asked and looked at me over the wire-rimmed frames. “Unlike the writer of this shyte, the characters don’t need to get old. We should stay virile and strong.” “Gray?” His eyes shifted to Apple sitting on the couch beside him. “Remember what happened the last time you pissed the writer …
I watched Gray as he stroked his heavily stubbled chin with one hand, while his other he covered his naked manhood like a figleaf. “So what are your terms?” His eyes shot to me with a flash of playful. “Will you give me free reign this time?” “You’re kidding, right?” He was still naked and completely unapologetic nor shy about …
Of course, this should begin with an author’s note about how this is part of the continuing saga of both Gray and Brat…but with Gray standing right there looking at me with his whipped and bruised ass, probably should get right down to the details here. “So how was that?” I asked. The room was completely dark except for one light …
The room was dark, covered in blankets of waving shadows from the tiny bit of light seeping in the window past the outside tree branches. “Dude,” Gray said, looking straight in my eye. “You start so many stories that way. You can do better.” “I see…you think you’re an expert. Maybe you should write this then.” A grin grew line …
Author’s note: This is part six, and the finale of Adventures of Jamie…however, this also involves a new beginning as my longtime readers might recognize two old friends… How the hell did I get here? Jamie thought as she arched her back and felt the thrust of Vince’s huge erection inside her. Thanks to ample amounts of champagne as well …
One last time…press play… “We thought it was time.” Apple smiled at Cliff. “But I hadn’t even met you.” His red sweatered chest puffed out. “I know, but I’m taken.” He clinked his wine glass, full of red, with her’s. “Congrats on your promotion.” “Promotion?” Cross grabbed her naked hip and kissed her cheek. “You mean you don’t know?” Cliff …
For the last time in 2012…press play… “You!?!?!” Bronx looked around the aisle of canned goods with two stall pyramid displays of soup. His first thought was to go with the old De Niro stand by, “You talkin’ to me?” …but this redhead starting at him was too cute too sass. Her hair was held in a red-head band, and …
