A Little Bit of Naughty Writing

I was reading Zane's Sex Chronicles last night, and realized how much I was disappointed by most of the stories... it definitely seemed more like telling instead of showing. In writing I think you should show not tell right? Anyway it inspired me to write a little. This isn't hardcore or anything. Just what came out when I started writing. As it is against Google's blogger policies, I can't really post the whole thing as what comes after the ellipses is semi-provocative... but here is a taste.

I have laid here for numerous moments in attempts to fall asleep: trying to avoid writing the letter that I know I will regret not only this next morning, but many mornings to come. It’s hot in here. The fan is blazing; the air conditioner, blasting. But nothing cools me but the sound of this pen to paper. I have placed myself in a box where morals are the main attraction and self-destruction is a result of me succumbing to unscrupulous thoughts and actions. This destruction tonight shall be well warranted.

Every time I close my eyes, I imagine I feel the touch of you hands; I feel your breath permeate the short invisible hairs on the back of my neck, and I can feel your heart beat, your pulse though your palms. I open my eyes to defuse the faint fanciful apparitions, but the magnitude of their allure makes my lids heavy. I succumb to the carnal desire yet again. This time there is sound. The melodic tone sounds like Prince, but there are no words. You and I stand in the middle of a dimly lit room, swaying freely to the rhythm and blues infused sounds. We are standing so close, and because this is my night dream, I do not feel inhibited; I do not feel ashamed; I feel you....


To find out the rest... comment or email, and I'll send it to you-- as long as you are over 18.