Well. I’m pulling the plug on that story due to some recent events. I need to step away from those thoughts and memories. Therefore. What should I write about?
A Teaser to my project in the works: Forbidden Just
'He looked at me with icy eyes. “I don't care who knows. I don't care who sees. I don't care who hears. All I know is that I need you. I need your body, I need your kiss, I need to fill you up & I need to feel you contract, pull & moisten my cock. I need to hear your soft moans into my ear, I need to feel you digging into my back. If your toes aren't curling, if your legs aren't shaking, if your core isn't twisting, If your pussy isn't dripping- I won't be happy.”
I looked at him, and whispered “Now.”
He pulled me into him and kissed me with such a passion that my knees became weak. “Not here” I managed to muffle.
He led me out of the alley and down the street, when I heard my friends calling out my name.
"Aren’t you coming back into the bar?" My best friend had this smirk, this "I know what’s about to happen" look on her face.
"I’ll catch up with you later babe!" I called to her.
Much, much later I thought. ‘
- excerpt from my new story. Stay tuned. :) xo, L.
Coming babe! Just like you’ll be.
No new writer yet. Still me.