{"id":146,"date":"2012-05-10T12:21:00","date_gmt":"2012-05-10T17:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/morefrommom.com\/ive-been-dabbling-in-writing\/"},"modified":"2012-05-22T06:42:08","modified_gmt":"2012-05-22T11:42:08","slug":"ive-been-dabbling-in-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/morefrommom.com\/?p=146","title":{"rendered":"I’ve been dabbling in writing"},"content":{"rendered":"

for awhile. This week I dusted off a story I started around Christmas. Then I got writers block and got STUCK. So stuck. Here’s a short bit from the story. Tell me your thoughts. <\/span>Do you want to know more?<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not strange just terribly sexy. How on Earth do you get hurt going to the store?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJeez, humble much? I got all my groceries, paid for them and went to the parking lot. As I was walking to my car this teenager comes out of nowhere and hits me.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cDid you go to the hospital? What did the EMT\u2019s say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh jeez, dad, I didn\u2019t go to the hospital. He wasn\u2019t going that fast. I just have a nice softball size goose egg on my thigh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m coming right over to take care of you. Do not give me lip. What\u2018s your address?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook for all I know you\u2019re a crazy rapist stalker. I\u2019m fine. I don\u2019t need taking care of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI AM a crazy rapist stalker. So what\u2019s your address?\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed and gave him her address. Smiling, as they hung up she was looking forward to this afternoon with Toby.<\/p>\n

He arrived in less than 30 minutes.  In his arms were sub sandwiches, chips and some dvd\u2019s he picked up. He stood on the quaint porch of her white house with blue columns and rang her doorbell. Hearing her yell to come in he opened her door and walked in. <\/p>\n

She was laying on her couch with a blanket over her looking so soft and sleepy. He swallowed hard and walked into her kitchen. He set down all the food and drinks and began looking for plates and cups. Sticking his head in the living room he asked \u201cWhere do you keep your plates?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOver the cookbooks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the cups?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo the left of the cookbooks. I\u2018m hungry. I\u2018ve not eaten since last night. You are making my mouth water.\u201d She slowly moved from a laying to a sitting position. Her thigh was burning. <\/p>\n

He twisted his head around and looked back at her. \u201cLet\u2019s keep the talk about food ok. I\u2019m not that kind of guy. Yeesh. Freak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh don\u2019t give me that. Mr. High and Mighty. Google is my new best friend and I can see from the internet that you are that kind of guy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t believe everything you read, sweetheart.\u201d He carried in the plates of subs, chips and drinks. <\/p>\n

She was in awe of how good he looked bringing her food in her house. Toby, the country music star, bringing her food and wanting to take care of her. Lawd, he could fill out a pair of jeans. She had to fan herself just watching him cross the room.<\/p>\n

After he set the food down he sat cross legged on the floor and slowly let his hand go over her thigh feeling how large her injury was. Pushing her hair behind her ear he whispered, \u201cI\u2019m so glad you\u2019re not hurt worse.\u201d He kissed her cheek and sat back to eat. <\/p>\n

Once she could breath again she grabbed a chip as her stomach began to grumble loud enough that Toby laughed out loud. \u201cLeave me alone, I\u2018m injured and hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s how I like my women. Makes them easier to manage.\u201d His grin spread from ear to ear. He tried and failed to look lecherous.  <\/p>\n

She grabbed her napkin to disguise her smile. Oh, what this man does to me. She pointed out that, \u201cif they\u2019re hungry they\u2019re not likely to have any energy and if they\u2019re injured it\u2019s even less likely that they could \u201cattack\u201c you. \u201c<\/p>\n

He smiled his agreement with her. \u201cBut, it makes them more likely to comply.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like your women to be compliant?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmong other things, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded that she heard him and then she giggled. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is that funny?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you here because you\u2019re interested in me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here because you\u2019re injured and I like your company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the date we were supposed to go on tonight is not because your interested in me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019m interested in you. I don\u2019t date unless I\u2019m interested.\u201d He leaned in closer to her and slowly held a chip in between two fingers for her to eat out of his hand. She did. <\/p>\n

The flutters started in her core. Her heart sped up and she felt the heat go from her toes to her head. She could feel the blush staining her face. Oh, how she could fall for this man. Her hunger quickly evaporated and was replaced with a hunger she was trying hard to ignore. <\/p>\n

He brushed his thumb over her lip and his knuckles over her cheek. She swallowed the chip and looked like a deer in the headlights. He slowly leaned into the couch, giving her plenty of time to tell him to stop. She didn\u2019t. His lips opened and covered her salty lips, softly tugging on the corners of her mouth.  She opened up and allowed him full access to her. Their breath mingling and tongues dancing. His arms wrapped around her and he laid himself on the couch beside her. Placing his forehead on hers, he sighed. <\/p>\n

She brushed her hands through his hair and locked her hands together around his neck. Then she became the one in charge of the kissing.  Threading her fingers together she fanned them out and let them run through his curls. She pushed herself back on the couch and pulled him so that he laid more on top of her. Licking her lips she looked up at him with sweet expectancy in her eyes. <\/p>\n

OK be nice. What do you think?<\/p>\n

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