Writing is like sex: You should do it, not talk about it.
– Howard Ogden
Tag: sex
Quotable 232
Writing is like making love. Don’t worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.
– Isabel Allende
#quikfic 124
Andrew couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be bedding this beautiful woman. She hadn’t told him about her praying mantis fetish.
#quikfic 50
The flipped coin landed on its edge. Allison honored our bet and slept with me. Can’t wait to see what else that magic store has.
#quikfic 48
“You want my body?” she asked. “God, yes!” he said. “Good. I want yours.” She drew her gun and fired. “At the bottom of a lake.”
Quotable 144
Writing is like sex; everyone thinks they can do it, but most people aren’t willing to devote the time and effort to be really amazing at it.
– Laurell K. Hamilton
Fiction: Fifty Percent
They were alone in his home after the usual friends had gone. She stood by the bedroom door, a little smile playing on her lips. He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Sex,” he told her. After a pause to test his courage, he plunged onward. “And love.”
Her smile slipped a little. “How about one out of two?”
His head dipped slightly, and he went for broke. “We don’t have to have sex.”
Her smile returned, but it was blighted by the sweet sadness in her eyes. She drew him to her and hugged him. “Oh, Honey.” She held him quietly for a moment or two, acknowledging his need even as she denied it. She whispered in his ear. “Let’s go in here and make each other feel really good, huh?”
He nodded his head against hers. They went into the bedroom and did many gentle and energetic and passionate things together.
He awoke in the morning just as she was about to walk out the door.
“Hey,” his scratchy voice said.
“Oh, hey.” She smiled. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got to be in the office early today. See you later?”
“Hope so.”
She bent over the bed and gave him a quick, friendly peck. “Bye.”
“Bye.” And he heard the front door close and her car leave.
He smiled, remembering all they had done together. Then, remembering what she did not – apparently could not – give him, he embraced her pillow, tighter and tighter, trying to soothe the abraded, agonized place inside him that cried out for more.
#quikfic 27
After making love in every state capital, we switched vowels. We’re up to 24 state capitols with 12 arrests and three warnings.
Fiction: Zero Emission
He had turned away from her.
She snuggled up to him, weighed the moment, and forged ahead. “You know … you could always ask the doctor about Viagra.”
He sighed and buried his head under the pillow.
Fiction: Bad Boy
Dirk leaned back on the couch, looking up at the angry woman and the four men she had brought home with her.
She sure knows some losers. Not one of ’em is tough enough to be water boy for the chess team. But he was outnumbered, and the tall, young blond man with the button-down collar and the white-knuckle grip on the baseball bat looked angrier than Beth did. He’s in love with her. Poor kid.
“Something you wanted to tell me, Sweetheart?”
Beth smouldered. “Get the hell out of my apartment and get the hell out of my life.”
“And these gentlemen are the moving company?”
“We are if you’re not out of here in two minutes,” the baseball bat kid growled.
Dirk decided he meant it. The guy had never been in a fight in his life, but anyone that tightly wound wouldn’t stop once he got started. It’d take a shampooer to get all of me out of the carpet.