Each one of mine tends to get longer and longer. I'd have to say about 200-300K seems to be about right for me.(Ellie) How do you structure the plot f...r ones that long?(Stephanie) Some people can write up to a gig on one story, like the excellent "Fury" series, but that's beyond me.(Ellie) Do you work out your plots or just let your characters lead you to the end?(Stephanie) I work the plot out in my head usually and refine it as I write each part. "DNA III" was more carefully pre-planned, but. ...” she said dreamily. That was a nice image. Without warning I dropped her on the bed and went to pull off her shorts and she once again tried to help me. This time I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, kissing her deeply before leaning down and pulling her rings again with my teeth. “You like this?” I asked her as I let my free hand drift down her stomach towards her thighs. “Oh god yes. Please fuck me?” she asked as she opened her eyes. Damn she looked hot. Her hands pinned. 2 Corinthians says it explicitly, and so does the Apostle John in his Gospel in a couple of places.”“Seriously?” she asked.“Seriously. Satan is the ruler of this world, according to the Scriptures.”“Well, at least they got THAT part right,” Abbie smirked.“Becka,” I said. “What is it that we’re saved from?”“Sin,” she said.“No, I think you’re mistaken,” I said. “We’re saved from death. That’s the real enemy. Not Satan. Not sin. Death. But we’re straying from the topic. Right and wrong. And how we. Do you want a go? Nah, we did that last night. Gotta keep it exciting. Touche. Well you already know how this goes, so what next? This, she said, and pulled from under the bed a large, rubber dildo and a thin, plastic vibrator. I know I was interested in playing with my toys. Both of them? I asked excitedly. She grinned wickedly and motioned for me to move aside. She took my spot in the center of the bed. Now, she said eagerly, get on top of me. I did so, straddling her stomach, looking down.