23 November 2007 @ 01:54 pm
Your Lover, the Artist.  
Drabble. Post 513. That is all.

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You used to get turned on by tall, muscled bodies, by overpowering men as big as yourself, bigger even.

Then it was blue eyes, bright smiles, running your fingers through blond silk.

Now, now it's the smell of turpentine, it's flecks of blue and grey under fingernails.

It's the sighs he makes when you massage his shoulders, his hand, working out the ache after long hours of painting.

It's coming inside his ass, letting it drip back down over your balls, your cock, still inside him. Always still inside him.

It's his laugh at the squelching sounds.

It's your lover.
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Britin: 401 cheek kiss by summerinabaddon[info]_alicesprings on December 30th, 2007 07:28 am (UTC)
Thank you! No, I don't read it out loud, perhaps I should give that a go.

I do enjoy the drabbles, but I find it impossible to sit and write them on demand. I only get ideas for them occasionally, and when I do, they pretty much appear fully formed in my head!
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flashfly[info]flashfly on December 30th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
I pretend I'm reading to an audience so that I read with all the proper inflections and pauses. As I work my way through the fic, I realize that certain speech patterns don't work, or a sentence may need another word to give it more oomph.

This may not work for you, but I depend on it. Try it!
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Britin: s2 chinese food by youbetterwiseup[info]_alicesprings on December 30th, 2007 07:38 am (UTC)
That's a good tip. I will try it, thank you!
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