“Well, show the boy your tits,” he ordered, finishing his cigarette and stamping it out in an expensive black ashtray. I stood up and turned arou...d. My blouse that day was the high-necked type that buttoned halfway down the back. I unbuttoned as far as I needed and tugged the blouse down over my breasts, making them jiggle as the tighter collar part moved over the mound of my breasts to rest at my waist and elbows. The bottom was still tucked in and the cuffs buttoned tight at my wrists, and. But I also realized I didn't want to do Jazz Improvisational Writing. So after publishing Chapter 4 I spent a solid week planning out the next three chapters, and as I wrote these chapters ... I also plotted out another book from start to finish.So the big secret about this story is this: The Quiet Ones is what I come up with when I have no idea what I'm doing. But in the next story, I DO know what I'm doing.Reverse DialogI love writing dialog, but sometimes it's difficult to do because there. Her long, red hair is draped over the red, sleek skin that doesn’t seem to ever retreat like it does from her head. Maybe it’s here to stay forever. Her mind wanders as though of David barely hangs within her grasp. Maybe I’m going to be stuck here forever. Her heart races at the thought. Would that be so bad?Without even noticing that it has happened, she pulls her clawed fingers up to see her juices glistening on them from their invasion just a moment ago. The handsome face of David hovers. She made a comment to the fact that she knew that I liked to watch her walk in High Heels and asked me if the sight of a woman wearing Spike High Heels was a turn on. I tried to tell her no, but she said that it made her feel sexy and naughty when she knew someone was watching her. As the words came out of her Mouth she spun around on her Heels unzipped her Dress and walked away wearing only Black Nylons, Black Bra and Panties, A Black Garterbelt and 5 Inch Spike Black Suede High Heels. I.
Read MoreBesides, I don't do that kind of thing." Touchy, girl," she laughed. "Can you spell repression? Tell thestory."***************************************
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