Stockholm Syndrome by Mysie Lynn Cairns

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Day 4: Word Count 1632, Pages 4

{Begin Excert}

He leaned back and smiled. She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his long hair was spilling around his shoulders. Incredibly, she found herself noting that they were nice shoulders. There were dark hairs curling around his deep-violet nipples, each pierced with a simple, silver hoop. His chest was nice to look at as well.

His fingers went to one of those hoops, gave it a gentle tug, then slid slowly down over his stomach, towards the dark hairs curling around his belly button. He played lightly with the hairs emerging from his black jeans. The top button was undone.

She remembered herself then, and her eyes flew up to his face. He was smiling at her lazily, like a man aroused and assured his lover was about to meet his needs. She blushed and tried to turn away, quickly reminded of the cuffs that bound her.

{End Excerpt}

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home