cimorene

feel unpleasantly full. like i may throw up. like my balance is off. the thing is that i've only eaten a sticky roll, two cookies, half a bowl of salad (vegetables only), and a bowl of red beans and rice all day long. the b&r had no meat whatsoever. and my stomach is complaining away.

i may or may not weigh in the immediate vicinity of 100lb. i find this vastly disturbing. i HAVE to eat, dammit, but i can't stand to feel like this every time i do it.

am on p.5 of she-ra femmeslash, woohoo. You hear her footfall in the door and you feel it at the bottom of your jaw, a rush of adrenaline and nerves and cautious darts arrowing through your gut, centering like an opening flower between your legs, hot, ripe and full.

usually i find writing smut a curiously dissociated experience. fantasy, a lotrrps, was the exception to that--and the title says it all. emerged from a rather sweaty dream. this one--didn't, but the images keep washing over me like this and i have to grit my teeth. have been at their mercy all day long. there's no sign of them going away. kk, i took your advice. and oh.

you'd think smut-writing would purge hormones, but this isn't the case.

huh.