Flash Fridays – #1

So I didn’t think I was going to get this done. I didn’t know where to start and I spent most of my day frustrated with unwilling learners. I was very unsure who or what I wanted to introduce today. I hope you enjoy a snippet into the life of my still-forming leading man, Grayson.

“Oh good God, Mattie, allow me to come in. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other in any worse exposure. I’ve seen parts of you, I’ve licked parts of you, I won’t see coming in there now.” Grayson ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He had picked Mattie for her charm, her brain, her passion, her beauty, her love-for-life. What he hadn’t expected was her constant disregard of his personal rules.
“Gray, you’re not locked out. You’re not a single parent of two very rambunctious boys and can’t understand how much a solitary, hot shower is coveted. You are more than welcome to come in, I’m well aware of how much of me you’ve seen. It’s just nice to shower alone.” Matilda rinsed the suds out of her hair and turned her face up toward the torrent of the scalding water. The luxurious steam cocooned her in its velvety arms. Though it was just a few degrees below scorching, she smiled into it, knowing this would probably be the last good shower she’d have in months.
When she opened her eyes, a pair of sharp hazel eyes were bearing into her, a knowing, appreciative smile creeping across his full lips. His naturally tanned skin washed out by the halogen bulbs. But nothing could wash out the very full erection pointing straight at her. His manners wouldn’t allow him to just take her, she’d learned that this past weekend, but his body always betrayed his desires.

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Wicked Wednesdays – Character Sketch #1

Sorry this is coming out on Thursday. I got too busy yesterday and fell asleep writing this.

Please meet Grayson

You see me as you want; in the most convenient expression: dork, nerd, geek, dweeb, techie, weirdo, trekkie, freak.
But I know my own mind. I know my ability. I know how to treat others. And I know how to get what I want.
The problem with you is all you are capable of seeing is the outer, public shell of the tall, lanky computer programmer who has no use for fashion or sunshine. You can’t see passed the public persona of “yes ma’am, no ma’am” manners, the slouched posture, or the quiet demeanor. You see only the outer-most portion of me.
What makes me who I am are the things you will never see, the things only given to the worthy, the things that will make you blush. I am the Master of my world and the Master of those surrounding me. I say who, when, where, what, and how long. I can make you feel things you never knew existed. I can make you want things you believe are wrong. I can turn your world on its axis and enjoy it.
If you weren’t so vapid and shallow, you could enter my world. But you are, so you won’t and never will understand how an earth-shattering, soul-scattering orgasm from me could ruin you for other men and keep you coming back for more.

Let me know what you think. As always, happy reading!