Barely 17 and Barely Dressed
She wrenched her head to the side, causing his lips to form a wee suctioning sound as they were forced off hers… It reminded her of an octopus’ suction cups. His arms reminded her of the rest of the octopus as he tugged at the remainder of her clothing.
She glanced fearfully at her rolled up Levis about two bleachers out of reach, and she was pinned.
‘Trust me.’ He was breathing heavily on top of her.
She mustered that strength women are known to have when babies are trapped under cars and said… ‘TRUST YOU TO DO WHAT?!’
Photo by Elaine-
Don’t know what to think of the story but I love the photo.
meh, you know, sometimes writers write
Argh. Rough word picture. Brings out the vigilante in me. As for your photo: layers of order created to preclude chaos (in reference to one of your earlier posts). Bear with me; my brain is on strike.
my brain is on eternity leave from work
Beautiful photo!!! It has a very moody and lonely feel to it- like I want to reach out and give that photo a hug. Also I love these lines “It reminded her of an octopus’ suction cups. His arms reminded her of the rest of the octopus as he tugged at the remainder of her clothing.” I’ve totally thought that before in terms of kissing, but I’ve never seen it written before! 💜
thinking of writing crap romance novels with a friend lol tho i don’t think the octopus would make it through editing :0
I don’t know- if it’s some sort of deep sea fantasy romance it could totally work!
LOL!!!! gosh durrnit you make me laugh
Your imagination is totally something else, Ms. Elaine. LOL.
yeah, working on imagining better thangs 🙂 i’m in SUCH a freakin’ good mood today!
Breathing heavily is what I usually do when I drown in another diamond like frame of yours. Because it makes me imagine all the possibilities we both have if only we are running, my dear.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.