I love to see a writer’s behind the scenes and rarely get the pleasure, so I thought I’d pull back the curtain a little on my own process for you all to see.
I don’t fancy myself any good at fiction, but love the craft of non-fiction, weaving in facts with artistic nuance, a little creative license. So here is the rough draft of my reunion with The Soldier back in early November. We saw each other over a lunch break and I knew I wouldn’t be able to write it up properly so jotted down these notes later that night.
I don’t know if they’ll all make a final cut, we’ll see (final draft is here). In the meantime you guys can see some of what happens for me as I weave a narrative.
Any questions or comments? Want help with your writing? Just hit me up. I’d love to help out. My favorite part of English class was being able to give productive feedback. Makes me feel useful.
came to the door in his fatigues
i was in undies and a long cardi
we kiss hello, he loves it
we kiss more, he removes his shirt, i undo his belt (velcro/difficult), my breast is exposed
unlace boots, kiss kiss kiss
he picks me up and carries me into my room
laugh about condoms in the drawer – he counts them – makes a joke
i run out to grab my phone
i come back in
pushes me down on the bed, bent over, plays with my pussy, rolls on a condom, pushes in
diamond fucking hard
we fuck standing up, then he lifts me up and onto my stomach, flips me over, holds my knees up, legs up, i cum cum cum, hypnotized by his swinging patron saint of soldiers, his tattoos
flips me back to my stomach
rails into me
we only have 15 mins until he has to go
we chat about what he’s been doing the last month – working non stop, weekends, too. he’s so pretty
he stands up to leave, he looks beautiful
i lean over and take his cock in my mouth, explain i just wanted to before he had to go. it got immediately hard
i sucked more. i was curled on my side. rigid, looked up at him, said it was too bad i couldn’t finish.
he paused, says, what the hell…
he lays down and i dive down.
can feel his thighs flex and tense. i switch up pressure and suction and then he grabs my head and pushes me down as he cums deep in my throat. i choke a little. he moans, makes sounds.
i flop next to him. he asks to use the restroom and apologizes as he goes. comes back, wiped down. we get dressed. i put on a long black t. he fights off the dog to lace his boots.
we kiss. we kiss again. i pat his ass as he leaves.