• emgee commented on the post, stalling 4 years, 10 months ago

    He rapped his fist against his thigh, casting about for something else to say. “So, um…” he paused, kicking himself mentally. “How’s it going, anyway?”

    The look she gave him was mild. “It’s going.”

  • emgee commented on the post, sultry 4 years, 11 months ago

    The surrounding air was heavy, heady, laden with lust. It was like being a kid again, what with the fogged windows and that overwhelming sense of urgency. There were no parents to catch them out, now, no reason to kiss and grope and gasp like horny teenagers. But there was no reason not to, either, and maybe that’s what egged them on. Maybe that’s…[Read more]

  • emgee commented on the post, coil 4 years, 11 months ago

    He watched with mouth agape, utterly entranced, as she wound a coil of copper-bright hair over and again around one slender finger. The nail of said finger was bitten to the quick and bloodied along the remaining ragged edge. There was a freckle on her knuckle, a spatter of caramel against the ivory of her skin.

  • emgee commented on the post, severe 4 years, 11 months ago

    There were consequences for the things he’d done. He understood that now, better than he ever had. The words he’d tossed around so carelessly, the lives he’d trashed like seedy motel rooms on a hot summer night after tumbling off the wagon and into a bottle of cheap whiskey. Oh, yes, Phelps, there were consequences, and they would be unanimously severe.

  • emgee commented on the post, mountainous 4 years, 11 months ago

    He couldn’t take his eyes from her breasts. They were massive; mountainous, even. Great peaks of pale flesh that begged to be stroked by both hand and tongue alike.

  • emgee commented on the post, weathered 4 years, 11 months ago

    The expression on her face was fragile and careworn, as if she’d weathered storms that he could not even bear to imagine.

  • emgee commented on the post, stillness 5 years ago

    I yearned for quiet, for the cacophony in my head to cease, for my mind to be still. The thoughts roiled like hurricane waves, chasing each others tails and winding together to form a knot of tension between my shoulder blades, in the space where my heart used to be.