I’ve spent the day trying to decide what to talk about today. And being stuck.

Fail.

It’s unusual that I don’t have something lined up for the end of the week. Usually things happen and I want to gloat/bitch/rant about them. But not this week. Maybe because I’m taking it easy.

Hmm.

Oh well. In that case, let me regale you with a diddy excerpt from the upcoming ‘Vicki & Lara’ short story.

Lara’s bare body resembled a piece of fine art. Smooth and perfect, dappled with an ethereal glow sliced by shadows.
My hand hovered above her stomach, a finger’s breadth from touching. The tiniest motion from either of us would bring my skin into contact with hers.
The thought made me grind my legs together.
‘Lara?’
No answer.
A combination of drink and darkness made me bold.
I touched her stomach. Felt the gentle rise beneath my fingers as she inhaled. Her skin, as I’d imagined, was petal-soft beneath my trembling digits.
The lack of colour in her skin against mine startled me. So very pale. Or was I overly dark? I couldn’t tell, but I knew that touch alone couldn’t and wouldn’t satisfy my growing need. I wanted more.
I trailed my fingers towards her ribs, allowed my palm to brush the underside of her breasts.
She sighed.
Looking at her face again, I saw the little line of moisture between her lips stretch and break as they parted. A tiny piece of her tongue, pale, pink and wet, showed through the gap.
Common sense, what little I had, fled. It left a hole in my mind, quickly filled by a rush of lust that raged and roiled inside.
I kissed her lips.

30 days to go peeps 🙂 30 days to go! Wooooooooo!