Writings and ramblings

More for Kink Bingo today (Kink Bingo), this time for the square ‘gag/silence’. Once more from the Water and Dust universe, like last week, but this time, much earlier in Brendan and Marc’s relationship, from around when they first met. And dramatic it was too! This one is about 1500 words.

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They ran up the stairs, and tumbled into the bedroom they found there. One double bed, a chair, and an upright cupboard, with a bathroom off to the side. A large window faced onto the main road. It had no curtains, and let all the brilliant light through, washing the room yellow.

Brendan pointed to the cupboard. “There!”

The cupboard was really too small for both of them; they’d both have to squash themselves in, and uncomfortably at that. But Brendan whispered that that would convince Walker that they couldn’t possibly be hiding in it. So Brendan clambered in first, tucked his knees to his chest, and Marc followed, swinging the doors shut while his left leg braced one side and his right knee almost dug into Brendan’s side. As it was, he was hyper-aware of being that near to Brendan, their proximity closer than they’d even had in the truck. The cabin had been restricted, but this allow no movement. To do so would alert Walker to their presence, and that would be the end of it.

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A short piece, 1300 words approx, f/m. Art and painting is the theme (which I seem to come back a lot I have to say…)

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He made himself cry for her. Not sob, nor weep and wail, but cry, silently, with tears running down his face.

She took photographs while he did. She had him sit on a stool in front of the blue egg-shell wall in her kitchen, made him take his shirt off. First middle distance, so she could capture his chest, concaved a little as he hunched, his shoulders rolled forward as his hands were kept between his knees – she asked that he didn’t touch his face, rub his eyes (later he would tell her that was the hardest part of it, not to wipe himself to keep himself neat and tidy.) The kitchen was warm, so his nipples remained soft as rose buds under his chest hair.

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I went to a burlesque night for New Year’s Eve, the second year in a row I have done so. It feels appropriate for this inspire the first Wicked Wednesday of the New Year. Let’s hope I can do more for 2013!

This took a more sinister turn than I expected it would. It is not, I should add, based on any events that actually happened on New Year. As far as I know.

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Back doing Wicked Wednesday after an absence! M/F piece this week, not especially graphic, but you’ve been warned. Approx. 780 words. Part 1 of…probably 2.

Note, I was in Stockholm recently for a friend’s wedding. Hence the setting. The following, however, is not a true story.

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Segueing from Wanton Wednesday in Wicked Wednesday with the conclusion of Crown. Very not safe for work, folks! You know the drill.

Part 2

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