connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
This is a flashback to when Harry met Sabrina, and a prelude for next week’s post! Sabrina was restless in the middle of the night. Alone, she was confronted with all of her life choices–and changes. Her body of course ached for something more, it was the middle of the night when she was alone […]
Damaris moved about New York City like an alien. She said that she had visited the city before, but she did not have Carole’s finesse in it. “You know she looks like Carole, but she is not Carole…” Sabrina said to Gui, surveying him as he could not keep his eyes off of Damaris. Damaris […]
Harry’s arm was about her waist before he bent her over the coffee table. This was a familiar and comfortable position for Sabrina, and she settled into it with ease. She ran her hand over the side of her breast, and she felt a crack like lightning on her backside plus just a sliver of […]
“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.” Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so […]
Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so… …except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that […]
Sabrina and Harry got out of the car, and headed back to his apartment. It was the moment they were right outside of the door, still in their pretty evening clothes looking like they could turn around and go back wherever they had come from. She held her stiletto heels in her hand, and looked […]
“Time to tell your love story.” “Bull in the Heather” Sonic Youth Sabrina looked at Carole’s expectant face, and she was not able to come up with a word. She had pried Carole’s love story out of her, but there was not a word that she was able to put together to describe her own. […]
Sabrina lingered in bed, her hand on her mound which still throbbed from the pleasure of the dream that she had had. Ever since her first wild dream of Paris, she kept having dreams of the apartment—that only existed in her dreams—which she was always leaving for sex. …and walking into an encounter. The night […]
Harry stood outside of her door, and Sabrina pressed herself to it. She knew why he was there, he saw Ben was over a few nights ago. She saw him going up the stairs when Ben was leaving her place, and she had not had Ben over since… …since they had started what they started. […]
“Are you okay?” Sabrina looked at Betty. She was sure Betty was concerned, but she was also the nosiest person, and secretly probably craved some salacious element to whatever was wrong with Sabrina. Spotting a glimpse of even Ben looking at her, Sabrina tried to lighten her face with a soft smile. “I am fine.” […]