I loved writing stories here. I think about all the talented writers and great stories on here all the time. I have a son now and a whole little life, but I still write for myself and have so much gratitude for all of you who made me feel so special when I felt really small in this big world. I hope you're all well.
@ fic readers who write play by play comments that highlight your favorite passages and why you like them, please know you are the best humans to exist and please don’t stop what you’re doing
I remember you saying you had an endgame for Daphne. If you ever decided you were not going to write more would you tell us what that would have been? Sorry, I just love your characters and am curious how you pictured their futures turning out. 💙 PS. I hope you're having a nice day 😁
Would anyone be interested to hear how it was all gonna go down?
Penelope could not reason with herself why she was so carefree and cool about everything except for sex. She had friends back home and in Paris who felt like it was he least intimate thing you could do with a person, who engaged sexually with people they just met as if it was an extension of a handshake, but the idea of having someone inside her or devour her body with their hands terrified her. She could take on monster waves and cities where she didn’t speak the language, but she could do not just have sex with someone. In fact, even when her friends joked about it in conversation, she felt a squirmy sensation swim around in her stomach.
She and Jules had been seeing one another for a while, but he hadn’t even seen her in her underwear and bra yet. He was free with his body, nudity his prefer way to be, but Penny felt anxious at the idea of exposing herself like that. She knew that Jules was a few years older and had collection of people he had been sexual with, but that only added to her nerves and stress. Jules wasn’t aggressive with her, in fact she was the one who tugged on his hair when they made out in alleyways or on her futon. Still, as much as her body ached and she felt a feverish wetness between her legs, Penelope never let herself go there. If it was about losing her virginity, she could have given it to Connor Irwin years ago or Ben from Wax ‘n’ Wake, or her friend Josh who thought she was a sun goddess on Earth. Penelope didn’t know why sex was on a pedestal for her. It just was. Her Aunt Skye reasoned that it was because she saw her father sexualized her entire life and it made her uncomfortable before she was able to even understand it.
Laying with her head on his shoulder, Penelope had her eyes closed as Jules found comfort playing effortlessly with her locks of long hair. They were laying on her futon that was down in bed form. She had stopped studying and he had put down his acoustic guitar. Their lives were full of chaos and noise as she spent most of her time in a kitchen and he prospered on stage behind a set of drums. It was rare that they laid down together and just took time to listen to one another breathe.
Slowly, Penny’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up to Jules jawline. She noticed then that his eyes were shut too. She had lost herself in the feeling of his fingers in her hair and knuckles against her arm. It led her to imagine his hands elsewhere, so she cleared her throat and asked through the silence, “Jules?”
Hey I love your stories so much. Are you ever going to write again? Or are you just not feeling motivated?
I haven't sat down and thought, "No, I will never write again ." But I have been writing these stories on here for over five years while also going to university, having full time careers, and maintaining relationships. I am a lot older than I was when I started writing these stories. I have a career, a house, and a family. So I write when I want to and have time to. I can't promise to write again but I won't promise not to. I come and go because I'm human.
Toddler Connor sighting at bus stop today. Very cute . Very excited when the bus goes through puddles. Grandpa explaining that girls and boys can drive buses.
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