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ds_flashfiction2003-05-08 10:26 pm
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How happy am I?
Very happy. Kellie wrote a drabble for this challenge and she's letting me post it. :)
100 words.
Wrong
c. 2003 Kellie Matthews.
His hands were all wrong: fingers too short, palm too broad. But they were all he had. It was hard though, to imagine they were . . . other. Hard to imagine the hand stroking up his shaft, sliding the foreskin over the head and back was one with long fingers, narrow palms, recurved thumbs. To imagine the rough catch of bitten nails and ragged cuticles.
It helped to close his eyes, arch his hips upward, speed the strokes, and see in his mind's eye a quirky grin and brilliant eyes, imagine how that stubble would feel against him.
Oh God.
So right.
100 words.
Wrong
c. 2003 Kellie Matthews.
His hands were all wrong: fingers too short, palm too broad. But they were all he had. It was hard though, to imagine they were . . . other. Hard to imagine the hand stroking up his shaft, sliding the foreskin over the head and back was one with long fingers, narrow palms, recurved thumbs. To imagine the rough catch of bitten nails and ragged cuticles.
It helped to close his eyes, arch his hips upward, speed the strokes, and see in his mind's eye a quirky grin and brilliant eyes, imagine how that stubble would feel against him.
Oh God.
So right.
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(Anonymous) 2003-05-09 11:54 am (UTC)(link)--Kellie