May’s #Storyin12

#Storyin12

Earlier in May two very talented women, Molly and Wriggly Kitty combined their forces to start a new project: Storyin12. The goal of this project is to write a story in exactly 12 words, using and including the word that is given as a prompt. Every day a new prompt follows.

When I saw this, I though I would not participate, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the first prompt.
I decided to try my hand at it, and guess what?

I was hooked.

Below you find my stories for the month of May… and yes, this will probably become a fixed feature on my site for as long as I participate in #Storyin12

The stories

Dialect
His tongue’s dialect swirled around the sensitive nub, bathing me in pleasure.

Remark
An intense consciousness enveloped her as the remark rolled from his lips.

Suitcase
The suitcase brimmed with emotions dragged her shoulders down. No one noticed.

Irony
Irony was that she had kissed his wife, not the accused neighbour.

Unlike
She loved sneaking off to her bedroom to masturbate. Unlike her sister.

High
A high shriek cut through the thin air. A deadly silence followed.

Gem
“My good girl.”
Bright blue eyes matched the gem in her collar.

Workout
Squatting down, the tight workout pants deliciously hugged and framed her cunt.

Core
Something shifted in her core when she read the words: “It’s over.”

Desert
The dry desert of his heart cherished the oasis her love granted.

Salvation
Her hand on his head forgives him for his hard words. Salvation.

Distribute
Fierce hands lovingly distribute angry red prints onto the quivering white flesh.

Emergency
Penetrating deep, her body’s emergency made him the hero of the day.

Trustee
Loved. Cherished. Safe. Her feelings. He is the trustee of her heart.

Upset
“Why?”
His upset voice told her she had loved and lost all.

Animal
Her long legs awakened the animal inside. The silent growl alerted her.

Install
Waiting for the pole dancers, they eagerly install themselves around the podium.

Compliance
Control wasn’t what he gave her, only compliance, making her feel lost.

Vision
Did I really see her?
No.
Sadly, it was merely a vision.

Note: The night before I had a very vivid dream about my mother and when I woke up, or maybe before I really woke up, I asked myself where she was, only to remember the reality.
The dream is still with me.

Garage
A hot fuck, a rough garage floor and her bottom was ruined.

Measure
The tape measure rounded her curves, speaking truth about her weight gain.

Note: This morning I actually took my measures again, for good reason. I needed to know the truth.

Weight
Weight gain developed new curves, each one showing evidence of her emotions.

Note: This one is autobiographical too. When last year we learned that mom was sick, I tried my best to keep to my diet, but I am an emo-eater, which means I have gained every gram I had lost before mom got sick. It’s time to change that…

© Rebel’s Notes

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