Don’t Spill
Edith stretched, eyes fluttering as the morning sun fell across her face, coming out of a dream she couldn’t quite remember but must’ve been nice.
“Coffee!” she chirped.
“Coffee,” he affirmed, waiting for her to get comfortable, knowing before she did that it’d be an impossible task. She settled and Paul handed her the hot mug. “Don’t spill.”
Edith blushed at the directive. It was doubly embarrassing when she realized she couldn’t wiggle without risking the spill she’d just been warned about. He’d effectively trapped her. She took a breath and turned her mind toward endurance before taking a sip.
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My kinky twitter is all a mess (won't show me anyone's posts that I follow most days) and I'm not around much right now anyway, but I DID write this story and I DO hope you like it! theshadowsplay.wordpress.com…
Got a new music app so first step is adding everything I loved when I was 19, songs and albums I know as intimately as lovers. Because that was 2004 and I am who I am, it's the saddest most wistful music I have ever heard. If you need me, I'll be in an indie pop haze for a bit...
A reminder that I have a patreon where you can support me financially if you’re able, but where everything is free and I’m mostly consistent about postings a couple 200 word stories a month. ♥️ This is what I posted today and I love it very much.
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I'm skimming through some old Caroline and Sadie stories, trying to get into these characters for a new story, but I'm distracted by Sadie being so cute and naughty!
"Sadie kicked at the chair across from her, enough to be noted but without real violence, then stood abruptly so her own chair almost tipped over. This she hadn’t meant to do, and whatever nonchalance she’d been trying to convey with her little tantrum was lost as she scrambled -
- to catch the chairback before the thing could clatter to the floor. She managed it, barely, setting it on all fours and then wringing her hands, flustered."
I just want to scoop her up right this second, but I cannot. She has entirely new trouble to get into today...