Dribbly drabbles

[mynewplace]

The moment her hands are idle, hot blood spreads beneath her skin, turning the muscles to mush. Images are projected against the back of her mind, like obscene slides in a darkened room - the outline of his hand buried in his pocket, the heat that radiates from his body, his soft collar against the firm column of muscle in his neck makes her tongue ache to taste it, a stolen glance at that expressive mouth surrounded by trimmed dark hair causes a simultaneous moistening of both sets of full, sensuous lips. A cotton tee hides satin-wrapped stays that bite into tender flesh and nipples harden against the fabric in response to a low-toned question. The words pass through her head unheeded, her entire being focused on the sound as it rumbles through her brain, sending her heart fluttering against the cage of bone that holds it fast. Nails cut into her palm as she fights the urge to touch him, only to realize that he's not there...




as my hip bumps against the copy machine.

Comments

[phaballa.livejournal.com]

That's lovely my dear. I'm all breathless now :)

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

aw thanks! I really wanted to write more today, but I tried to hold myself back, and do real work. Am also trying to tear myself away from the subject of this particular drabble. grrrrrrr-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p-p-p

[slytherinsheirx.livejournal.com]

great writing hun :-)

Hmm.. not surprised...

[nemecic.livejournal.com]

I told you what I thought once, and now I am going to tell you twice!

Very beautiful! I especially liked the "...makes her tongue ache to taste him" phrase (it made me want to lick something) and the "...and nipples harden against the fabric in response to a low-toned question" one (you know I have a voice fetish). I liked the twist at the end, and I swear could feel the loneliness... Very good!

Such Writing!

[(Anonymous)]

My dear SapphireScarlet:

It is with great humility and, I must confess, a bit of embarassment, that I read what you have posted here. I feel a bit like a Rock star reading a fan's website, but then there's so much more in what you've written than mere admiration.

I had no idea I was being examined so closely; listened to so intently; and dare I say it...wanted so badly. Let me say that the only thing preventing me from giving in to those electric moments we both know we've experienced between us is the fact that I've met the love of my life. My love for her should be admired, considering who and what I'm declining to sustain it.

You have a truly beautiful way of manipulating the written word as if it were a paintbrush. Hold on to that to the very end...it's extremely rare.