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Just One Bite

Non Force Fantasy, Poems, Stories

Feb 112012

I bite my lip. It feels good.

Little nibbles. Soft nibbles. Just every now and then. When I’m nervous; when I’m concentrating; when I’m bored.

No harm, right? No real damage. It’ll heal.

It’s natural. Other people do it. I’ve seen them.

It just feels so nice. So comforting. Sort of like a socially acceptable thumb sucking.

I should probably stop. It can’t be good for me. Can’t be good for the skin.

But it feels so nice. So good.

So I keep biting.

Until it hurts. Until it bleeds.

Sharp pain. Dull throbbing.

So good. So relaxing. So comforting.

I can’t stop.

It hurts so much now. I must stop; must let it heal. If I stop biting now, it’ll heal more quickly. The damage isn’t too deep yet.

But now it hurts when I stop. A throbbing pain that only goes away when I bite down. So I do. Just lightly. Just enough to stop it hurting.

Then harder.

It hurts so much and feels so good.

I can’t stop. It feels too good.

I’m never going to be able to stop.

I try wearing lip gloss. I try chewing gum. But it doesn’t help. It’s there, always there. How can I resist a temptation that is always right there? So innocently, so conveniently, always just there?

Sleep. The only way I can resist is to be asleep.

The next morning my lip is swollen and painful.

I’m good all day. I resist.

The swelling has gone down by the evening. I’m exhausted after a long day. I sit at my computer. Alone at last. Free time at last.

Just one bite?

Just one, tiny, nibble.

Just one, okay? I promise it’ll just be one. Continue reading »

Fuck, he turns me on. I just had to stop what I was doing to write this. I know I should be working, I know I have deadlines that are already passed, I know I’ll be in big trouble if I’m caught doing anything on my computer other than what I should be doing.

But it’s much stronger than me.

I’ve just been talking to him. Well, not really talking, but chatting online. Oh, I wish I had the nerve to suggest we chat by phone. Or Skype. Oh, yes! Then I could see his eyes again. In my mind, every day, I try desperately to recall those eyes. The way he looked at me. Something about his stare was incredible. He seemed to be laughing at me, as if he knew full well I’d find him impossible to resist, that we’d talk innocently for weeks, probably months, but eventually, he would have me.

Yeah, right! I know I’m reading far, far too much into it. Eyes cannot say that much. Or, maybe they can, but I doubt his were. At least not to me. Why would he find me interesting? We’re not even into the same things sexually, as far as I can tell.

But I can’t stop thinking about him. I say his name in my head over and over again throughout the day when I should be concentrating on other things. He has invaded me. Does he know that he already has me? Our conversations are pleasantly friendly, almost professional, very polite. But if he knocked on my door right now we’d be having sex ten minutes later. At least if he let me, we would. Continue reading »

Six Sentence Sunday #3

Non Force Fantasy, Six Sentence Sunday

Jun 122011

The following six sentences belong to a short story I started in a fit of frustration a while ago. Finishing the story will have to wait though, as I am currently in very full swing working on my next book!

Enjoy and feel free to comment.

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“And stop playing with your teeth!” she shouted as she stood up. “A vampire that has been around for centuries would have probably gotten used to his teeth by now!”

She’d had enough. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever met – tall, amazing body, brown hair so dark it could have been black and eyes so blue they could have been contact lenses. But it just wasn’t going to work. On the outside he was perfection; inside he was empty.

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Six Sentence Sunday #2

Non Force Fantasy, Six Sentence Sunday

May 282011

My six sentences this week are from a short story I wrote a short while ago. Once it’s polished, I will post it here under stories. Enjoy and feel free to comment!

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His kiss was incredible and it sent little tingling shivers all the way through her body. A kiss wasn’t supposed to be that amazing; it was just a kiss!

For a moment she almost pulled away. This was too good, too dangerous. They shouldn’t be doing it. It could lead… it could lead to a place from which they would never return.

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Six Sentence Sunday #1

Non Force Fantasy, Six Sentence Sunday

May 082011

Six Sentence Sunday is something I have been meaning to take part in for a few weeks and this week I am actually managing to do so!

I hope you enjoy the excerpt below, taken from an as yet untitled work in progress. Comments are welcome.

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“His dark brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and he was wearing a long, brown trench coat. He had a neatly trimmed goatee covering his upper lip and chin. It was a look that Lena wouldn’t normally have gone for but something about him drew her in and she couldn’t help but stand there, immobilized, staring at him.

He was very tall and he looked down at her with a look in his dark eyes that seemed to say he owned this street with everything—and everyone—on it. She liked that look. Very much.”

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