"She slapped a hand in contempt, shifted her
feet, and there was that wooden clunking sound as one of them brushed some of
whatever it was she had down there on the floor.
Yes, he supposed he had been his own Scheherazade, just as he was his own dream-woman when he grabbed hold of himself and jacked off to the feverish beat of his fantasies.
When the pain wasnt harrying him through the deep stone grayness of his cloud, he was dumbly grateful, but he was no longer fooled - it was still there, waiting to return.
"She slapped a hand in contempt, shifted her feet, and there was that wooden clunking sound as one of them brushed some of whatever it was she had down there on the floor.
Yes, he supposed he had been his own Scheherazade, just as he was his own dream-woman when he grabbed hold of himself and jacked off to the feverish beat of his fantasies.
When the pain wasnt harrying him through the deep stone grayness of his cloud, he was dumbly grateful, but he was no longer fooled - it was still there, waiting to return.
"She slapped a hand in contempt, shifted her feet, and there was that wooden clunking sound as one of them brushed some of whatever it was she had down there on the floor.
Only
for the last few months shes been going every day instead of just on Saturday
afternoons, and the Paul who takes her is her pet writer instead of her older
brother. "She slapped a hand in contempt, shifted her feet, and there was that
wooden clunking sound as one of them brushed some of whatever it was she had
down there on the floor.