posted by tommie on May 28
I would like to go ahead and start off by saying that this isn’t rated PG-13 and should be read as such. For a long time now, even during highschool, I have been told that I am decent in writing and I quote “trashy little romance novels.” Just had the thought that I’d post a snippet to kind of see what others thought about my work. This is just a rough draft but I figured that it would be as fine an example as anything else:
As he lay there atop her cool body he knew that this would change things between them. Little more than her presence had made his body hard and rigid, a sharp contrast to her smooth skin and silken hair. Her aroma was intoxicating and only proved successful in arousing him further, though he was already well past and point he’d known in desire. She soothed his burning with an icy touch and fought back the darkness with a bright smile. All that he was longed to become one with her. To join their bodies together. He could feel a slight tremble as he pressed himself into her warmth; though it took all his might to not give into instinct and slow down to not hurt her. He wanted everything to be right and knew that he couldn’t risk her thoughts being some image he had put there, even if it was possible.
At first she hadn’t been sure of her feelings but his hot touch against her skin had awakened some inner desire: she would fulfill this hunger as well as the burning passion she could feel from his hardness. Even as he had thrust against her she had been overwhelmed by his mouth and hands following their own agendas. Static passed through her senses as his wet lips found peace with her swollen breasts and he pulled her against him by the small of her back. With each passing moment she could feel the predator that resided within him rise. That primal instinct that had separated him from others.
It felt as though if he had been the burning darkness she was the only light that could quench the flames: fulfill his inner desire. As protective as he had always been this was more for himself then she. Only in her presence had he ever felt so alive for something other then the hunt. Though that was the case he had held back his demons enough to feel her own passion rising as every thrust was matched by her own strength. A thin layer of sweat had begun to form highlighting even more how much he had grown since the last they met, every cut muscle giving a slight ripple in the light.
The more time that they spent together the more she could feel it herself: this wasn’t just him, these were her own wants and needs as well. Their breath, hearts, their very souls had been intertwined and began to merge as one. Neither of them could recognize where one of them ended and the other began. Even if it was just temporary they had been joined as one, neither one wanting to let go of the moment after being apart for so long…
Any comments would be greatly appreciated. Good, bad, or indifferent I like to get comments from those that are interested in my writing. Unfortunately it was stuff like this that kept me awake during Mr. Furlow’s class in highschool. Who knows, maybe if some like it I’ll post some more…
As always hoping for a better tomorrow though we all must face the darkness, Tommie Roberts (a.k.a. Pup)