tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9669668012075658022012-02-16T13:42:20.170ZFussy FictionAngela-la-lahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966966801207565802.post-54099364531427728022009-04-07T01:53:00.000+01:002009-04-07T05:10:14.841+01:00

The lift doors opened with a quiet swoosh but prior to stepping out Freya checked her hair and make-up one last time in the mirror. It was an entirely unconscious action, looks were so important in her job that confirming her personal perfection was a habit even more ingrained in her than malboro lights.The expertly cut, black silk skirt swung with the rythym of her hips and brushed the large,

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Forget that you are mesmerised by the way my mind multi tasks on minimal sleep.Forget that my affectionate embraces warm your soul.Forget the future we plan; your office adjacent to my studio, a bespoke building attached to our detached residence in the country.Forget, even, that you respect me as a fellow human.Forget all that and fuck me.Forget that you're a nice person and fuck me like a

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Ineed you to phone me. Of course,Iunderstand it may be inconvenient but it's not aboutYouthis time.Iwant to be on the receiving end of a call. A different kind of call. A call thatIdon't have to verbalise in order to enjoy.Idon't want to talk.Ijust want to feel. Well, ok. In truth...Iwant you to make me feel.Iwant this to be only verbally sexual and thus somewhat disconnected becauseIknow

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And not the good kind.One of the reasons I like designing my own blog templates is that it gives me control.It's hard work doing it all though and when I was setting up Fuction I was madly busy and stupidly fell in love with Colibri and installed it, denying all the inner voices telling that it would never last.It's stopped lasting. Colibri has left me. I know this cos, even though I have all

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...to feel your hands on me again. This time though, I want it to be somewhere that I can see and feel your desire without considering who may be watching. The pub garden won't cut it for what I want.I want your lips on mine again, kissing me hard, your tongue pushing, intruding into my mouth. I want to feel your hands, pulling me onto you, making me desperate, crying out to drop to my knees and

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I see you...As soon as I approach the top of the escalator; you're leaning slightly against the wall and hidden by the late edition financial pages. I grin, knowing that you of all people have little need of the information you spend your workday creating, that it's merely a way to pass the time waiting for me, a mere ruse to ensure nobody will look beyond the impeccably cut suit, the bespoke

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You're dj'ing, as usual there are scores of scantily clad chavvy club birds exhibiting themselves on the dancefloor, desperate for you to notice them but, no.Cos you're different, you're a bit special and they'll never understand that. You're clever enough to know that all they want is to be pinned to an alley wall with a fake phone number and it just doesn't up your personal volume control so

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So here's mine. A place for me to put my fiction/fantasy writing.If it's not fiction it's a fantasy that I've written for someone. Not always the same someone, but someone who deserved it...

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