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Two days since I posted something of a diatribe about my inability to sleep well (or at all sometimes).  I wish I could say things are better, but well, at least they aren’t any worse.

Last night I didn’t sleep much because the cold we’re fighting here was beating on the Boodle and the coughing keep waking him (and I) up.  Not Dan…  My husband seems capable of sleeping through anything.

I know who’s going to survive the zombie apocalypse in this house!  😀

Anyway, it’s been two days, and now here we are at Wednesday.  Know what that means?  It’s regular feature time…  time for a ROW80 Check-in and a WIPpet.

What to do first, what to do first…

Well, the WIPpet, of course!

These past few weeks I’ve done my WIPpets in serial form so that each week followed directly on the prior week’s post.  I’m doing the same thing this week, but next week I will be jumping ahead in this (not really called an) Unnamed Story to leave out the “naughty bits”.  Or at least the more explicit bits than I’ve already posted….

Today’s excerpt is eight (mostly short) paragraphs.  The maths are: 5, 2, 8, 2, 1, 4 ⇒ 5, 2, 8, 2, 1+4=5 8

She stood waiting for him to make the next move, though what that should be he had no clue. Anticipation fulled her posture as she stood there.

He demurred answering as he regained a place on the bed. As pleasurable as he sometimes found making love while standing, they were both tired. He felt exhausted.

And yet he wanted another taste of the sensuality that she’d shown him. He laid down, then waggled a finger to her, signaling that she should join him.

She slunk over. “Yes?” Her voice took on that nerve-wracking purr she used when she wanted something difficult, the purr that no man he’d met could ever resist.

Including him….

He couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped him. His gaze followed the line of her shoulder and neck, coming to rest on her face, even as his fingers touched her waist and began running up her side to the curve of her breast, then over her shoulder to her chin. Drawing her down to kiss, he whispered, “Name it, Atyr. What do you want of me? Name it. It’s yours.”

She blinked and eased back. “Mm? What do you mean by that, ‘Listii? I want nothing more than you do right now.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that pressed forth any more than the sigh. “And that would be, little Atyr?” He brushed her lips with his once more. “Beautiful Mouse?”

If anyone does wish to read the missing section, please contact me directly regarding the piece at mouse (at) sff (dot) net.  Fair warning…  I’d really like a critique on the piece, as in do you find the piece “over the top”, “believable”, etc.  I wrote this scene after reading and trying a few exercises from Susie Bright’s How to Write a Dirty Story (amazon link, but I get nothing for posting).  It would be great to know if I made it work.

K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse,  fearlessly leads the #WIPpet where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for fun and discussion. Feel free to comment and visit other #WIPpeteers here. We love the company.

And now a short and sweet…

ROW80 Check-in

I wrote some new words yesterday.  Yeah, this is a big deal to me.  They weren’t just me trying to force words to the page; these words flowed.    I didn’t get my ROW80 sponsor duties done.  In fact, most any blogging or checking-in I need to get done, I’m saving for Thursday afternoon.  Sorry.  Just finishing up the chaos that is May.

I have to say though, I’m really glad I continued with the Round of Words in 80 Days challenge this session.  The nudge, gentle and yet as imminent as it has been, has kept the slow days from piling up.  I’m learning how to honor my process and my needs (so that process works best) through steady participation in the ROW80.  It’s truly become the Challenge That Knows You Have a Life for me…  though it’s taken a while for me to understand that.

Has it been that for you?  Have you gotten discouraged with the challenge only to leave, then return?  What motivated you to join in?  What stopped you?  Inquiring minds (I almost wrote “inquiring Mimes” there…  how’s that for a Freudian slip?) want to know!

PS: if anyone here reads erotica and would be willing to offer a critique on a piece of a sex scene, please read the WIPpet and contact me via email.  I’d appreciate any and all help.