7. influenza and horny vignettes

that's the vibe for 2023, baby! so far, at least!

Hello! It’s nice to see you here in the new year. Let’s make it a great one.

I’ve done some things this year. They include buying a car and catching something that I assume is a flu. The most interesting symptom of having come into possession of a flu is that my voice has been fucked for the last week. The morning I noticed that I suddenly sounded like an ageing rock star pack-a-day-smoking lead singer noir detective person, I sent a bunch of voice messages to various friends to say (demonstrate) exactly that. And then I proceeded to maybe have too many Strepsils and then throw up. Do you guys enjoy reading this newsletter for the glittering insights into my exciting personal life? I hope so.

BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE READING MY WRITING MORE because today I HAVE SOME OF IT TO FOR YA.

So. I got rusty with writing over the holidays because I was busy with things like eating ham, chorizo, and Comté croissants while gazing at the Pyrenees, and also being ill with a flu. And I once again found myself where I was this time last year, which was … DAUNTED by my own WIP. Not fun! Not helpful! Fuck that!

Self-prescribed cure for daunt: self-indulgence.

I wanted to write something that was low-pressure and as pure-fun as possible basically, to help get over the fear-induced executive dysfunction or whatever it is that’s been happening instead of writing and/or excitement about writing.

In the genius move of outsourcing some of the imagination work (alternatively: playing with the challenge of external constraints), I found this fun little NSFW prompt generator and wrote a few little snippets in response.

Here are some of them! Enjoy.

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killian

it takes sasha approximately no time at all to notice me staring at my own reflection, pausing as i do up my shirt buttons, my fingers freezing in midair as i take in the scattered bruises that bloom along my neck and down my collarbone, each one marking a kiss, a bite. i meet her eyes in the reflection, see them light up with a smirk as she slips her arms around my waist from behind, rising up on tiptoe to nip at my ear. ‘like what you see?’ she says, and the smugness in her voice is like a sugar rush. i smile back at her in the mirror, then turn to kiss her cheek. ‘don’t ask stupid questions.’

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rae

he smells like eucalyptus, like jasmine, like blood and magic and life — and my fingers are tangled in his hair, my nails raking down his back as his hips grind against mine — and he kisses me with a smile that feels like sunlight, and then his mouth is on my throat, and i sigh with every kiss he presses to my skin, shudder when i feel the tip of his tongue licking up my neck, tracing my carotid.

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sasha

my back’s to the wall and rae’s body is pressed against mine as she kisses me breathless. when she pulls away and i resurface, eyes wide, she leans close with a grin. ‘the walls here are a touch thin,’ she whispers, and before i can respond, she closes one hand around my throat, not hard enough to hurt but more than enough to immobilise and light me on fire at once. ‘and why exactly are you telling me that?’ i say, and sure, it’s a pretty lazy take on coyness, but in my defence, she’s got her other hand sliding beneath my dress now, and i inhale with a shaky, delirious smile as her grip on my neck tightens into a chokehold, as her fingers dip between my legs and — fuck — it’s so sudden, feels so good, i shudder as if electrocuted, letting out a sound that is entirely involuntary and entirely obscene. rae’s laugh is like a spark to gasoline as she lets go of my throat and presses her hand to my mouth, silencing me as she smiles. ‘that’s why.’

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And that’s what I have to show ya, while full-fledged porno story Access All Areas lies split open on the operating table of revisions. Shhh. It’s sleeping. I’m working on it.

Thanks for reading, and I’ll be back in a couple of weeks GOODBYE ♥