Good morning Story Orgy fans!
Thanks for stopping by to see what we're all up to. As you might guess, we're
up to all kinds of delicious naughtiness. SO I thought we'd just share what
we're working on here. I had all the samples ready to post, but had a minor
incident, cats, coffee, what-have-you. Mayhem ensued and to put it mildly,
things got a bit mixed up.
So, I have samples or current wips
from five of us. Havan, Em, Jade, Hank and Myself. I just lost track of whose
is whose. So...let's see how well you know our style.
Match each writing sample to the
correct Story Orgiasts, and you'll win a Story Orgy T-shirt. Perfect glamour clothing
for GRL or just kicking around the house.
#1.
“We’ll have a meeting before we leave.” Noah dreaded the
reaction of the other employees. Shannon had
been adamant in enforcing his rules over the course of time, to the extent at
some points of losing valued employees as they chose their relationships over
their jobs. “I’ll have to resign.”
Shannon looked as though he’d been slapped.
“What?”
“Shannon . Surely you thought this through.”
Noah sighed. Clearly Shannon had not. “We’ve
lost damn good people. You can’t just change the rules because you want it to
look like we’re fucking.”
Lurching to his feet,Shannon shook his head.
“You can’t quit. I need you.”
“I’ll still be around.” Noah’s heart hurt, but more than justShannon ’s
policies drove this decision. He couldn’t continue to work with Shannon . He had to find a way to get over him. “I’ll help
you with this, then we can stage a break-up or whatever. You can go on, we’ll
be friends and I’ll come on as a consultant.”
It sounded simple enough.
Shannon rubbed at his chest, his expression
pained. “Okay. If you promise to come back.”
“You know me.” Noah gave enough of a smile, he hoped, to convinceShannon .
“Schedule the meeting.”
Noah nodded and did as requested. “Today, in a half hour.”
“That was…fast.”
“
Lurching to his feet,
“I’ll still be around.” Noah’s heart hurt, but more than just
It sounded simple enough.
“You know me.” Noah gave enough of a smile, he hoped, to convince
“Schedule the meeting.”
Noah nodded and did as requested. “Today, in a half hour.”
“That was…fast.”
#2.
Pleased and proud of himself for
being able to say all this without stuttering, Andrew turned and went back to
the sidewalk. He glanced over his shoulder to see Antonio standing near his
car, a surprised look on his face, his mouth opened on unspoken words, and
still holding the card like it was a life savior. Before he could think about
it, Andrew rushed back to Antonio and slid his arms around the other man’s
waist. Antonio’s mouth was still open in surprise and Andrew’s tongue slightly
licked his lips. He pressed his lover-to-be body against his—yes, he had no
doubts about it now, Antonio would be his lover—and his mouth found the other
man’s lips, tongues barely touching, just enough to taste. Andrew swallowed and
growl and pushed forward, turning the touches of their tongues into a real
kiss. Antonio opened to the kiss, tongue sliding against his, hands holding his
shoulders, keeping their bodies slightly apart. Andrew explored the shape and
flavor of Antonio’s mouth, moaning softly and beginning to be very aroused. He
broke the kiss, not wanting to give a show to the people on the street who were
starting to look at them. Turning around and heading back to the sidewalk, he
said without looking back and with a little wave of his hand, “Don’t be late,
Antonio!” He couldn’t help but chuckle, quite happy with his performance. He
just hoped he would be that confident tonight when they would be together in
his small apartment. Anyway, whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be a very
interesting evening.
#3.
Sloan accepted a crisp
sugar cookie cone with a swirl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled liberally with
gaudily colored gummi bears from the clerk, and Mitch hastily pulled a crumpled
twenty from his pocket to cover it. He contemplated the disgustingly sweet looking
treat in repulsion.
"Hey, I got
it." Sloan protested, shoving his own bill at the clerk, who stared at
them, lip curled.
"No. You're
my date, I pay. My momma raised me right." Mitch lifted a brow in
challenge. He waved the bill at the clerk who took it and made change swiftly.
"I'm not your
date." Sloan brought the cone to his lips, and deftly used his tongue to
pry a gummi bear from the creamy white treat. Mitch stifled a groan, his body
heating at the sight of Sloan so blatantly enjoying the cool treat. Sloan
dropped the five in the tip jar and stepped away from the counter. Mitch
allowed his gaze to drift down the other man's body, taking in his short
fluttering skirt and bare tanned legs.
"You said if I could find
you in this crowd, you'd be mine."
#4.
"Hey..."
Jude straightened his back and looked out the windows. "Where're we
going?"
"My
place." That shouldn't have surprised Jude, he'd been crashing at Billy's
house ever since being released from the hospital. Jude told him no at first,
insisted on going to his apartment, with the blood stains everywhere and all.
That night Billy received a call at three in the morning, a tiny voice trying
to be strong asking if the offer to stay with him was still available. Billy
still didn't know if Jude's change of heart came from nightmares or bad
memories, and in Billy's mind they were kind of the same thing.
"I'm
surprised you still want me there..." Billy actually had to strain to hear
Jude's faint mumblings.
What? "Hold that thought." He
surveyed exactly where they were and quickly decided on a safe place to park.
He pulled behind the real estate office that closed on Sundays, so there
wouldn't be anyone around. After turning off the engine he twisted in his seat
and stared his obstinate company down. "Okay, what's up with your
babbling?"
"I didn't
babble. I didn't do nothing."
"Oh you've
done plenty, and said even more. Hence our problem. You know, it's all good and
fine that Doc will forgive you for stealing from him, or that Wally and I
forgave you for endangering our lives with your recreational activity. But none
of that means shit if you can't forgive yourself and get past it. Do our
feelings mean so little to you that you will belittle everything we've done
because you want to die a martyr?"
"Fuck you,
Billy. I'm not playing the martyr card."
He felt his blood
pressure rise, his temples beat in time with his heart. A part of him warned
against scaring Jude off, saying too much, going too far.
Well fuck that. If
Jude never moved past this then there would be no far for them to go.
#5.
"They're safe?" Dex
asked.
"Yes." Josh pushed off from the wall, felt his knees go weak, and would have collapsed on onto the boardwalk were it not for Dex. They crouched together on the boardwalk, Josh still clenching the carnelian stone so as to direct Donegan and the other corpse back to the undertaker's.
"Josh?" Dex's voice trembled with concern. Dex was scared for him and, Josh knew, maybe frightened of him a little, of the power within him.
"I'm all right." Josh rested his head against Dex's chest, listened to the beat of his heart, felt the warmth of his body and wished they had time to themselves once again. Wished they could lay together once more, naked and hard, focused on just each other with no other worries.
"You're exhausted," Dex whispered and pulled him closer, his strong arms sliding around him. "You need to sleep."
"I will. When we travel to the fort I'll sleep in the wagon. I just need a minute right now, here, with you." Josh closed his eyes and breathed in the damp, sweet smell of Dex's sweat. He felt the strength of the power within him, his influence over the corpses, reaching the limit of distance and reluctantly pushed away from Dex.
"Yes." Josh pushed off from the wall, felt his knees go weak, and would have collapsed on onto the boardwalk were it not for Dex. They crouched together on the boardwalk, Josh still clenching the carnelian stone so as to direct Donegan and the other corpse back to the undertaker's.
"Josh?" Dex's voice trembled with concern. Dex was scared for him and, Josh knew, maybe frightened of him a little, of the power within him.
"I'm all right." Josh rested his head against Dex's chest, listened to the beat of his heart, felt the warmth of his body and wished they had time to themselves once again. Wished they could lay together once more, naked and hard, focused on just each other with no other worries.
"You're exhausted," Dex whispered and pulled him closer, his strong arms sliding around him. "You need to sleep."
"I will. When we travel to the fort I'll sleep in the wagon. I just need a minute right now, here, with you." Josh closed his eyes and breathed in the damp, sweet smell of Dex's sweat. He felt the strength of the power within him, his influence over the corpses, reaching the limit of distance and reluctantly pushed away from Dex.
There you go. Easy as
pie. Mmm...I need to make a pie. Please
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from amongst those who guess correctly. Or come closest to guessing correctly.
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