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cimorenewhy do i have this compulsion to be connected to the internet? i need to write--it's not like the internet does any good for that.
ha! but have started writing the she-ra sequel:
When you bend your head to smell the fresh-wind coolness of her hair, she sways backward, pressing the firm-soft curves of flesh into you, and your mouth opens on a little cry, your hands shaping, spanning her waist, smoothing silk over the curves of her hips.
When you were a child, no one would touch you; if you'd grown up with Adam, your twin brother, in the Royal Palace of Eternia--but there is no use thinking that. You were kidnapped, a baby, and raised Hordak's protege, always Captain Adora in his head, even before he gave you your first blaster and your first troop at twelve. You were never hugged, never caressed, by Shadow-weaver or Hordak. You still do not know what, precisely, they feel for each other. You rarely saw them touch except in a sort of passion verging on anger.
ha! but have started writing the she-ra sequel:
When you bend your head to smell the fresh-wind coolness of her hair, she sways backward, pressing the firm-soft curves of flesh into you, and your mouth opens on a little cry, your hands shaping, spanning her waist, smoothing silk over the curves of her hips.
When you were a child, no one would touch you; if you'd grown up with Adam, your twin brother, in the Royal Palace of Eternia--but there is no use thinking that. You were kidnapped, a baby, and raised Hordak's protege, always Captain Adora in his head, even before he gave you your first blaster and your first troop at twelve. You were never hugged, never caressed, by Shadow-weaver or Hordak. You still do not know what, precisely, they feel for each other. You rarely saw them touch except in a sort of passion verging on anger.
