Post by DartxNi on Dec 22, 2005 3:44:33 GMT -5
I love to write 100 word shorts (because I'm to lazy to write longer.) Oh yeah, and The Bus 1 and The Bus 2 are totally unrelated.
The Bus 1
I am in that annoying spot between bored and ecstatic. I'm bored because there is absolutely nothing to do. I am sitting here, looking out the window on a seven hour bus ride from Santa Barbara to San Francisco and I cannot move an inch. I am ecstatic because the reason I cannot move is that SHE is using me as a pillow. If I move, she will probably look at me, embarrassed, and sit up, most likely putting on her headphones to ignore me the rest of the ride. We don’t really know each other that well you see.
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The Bus 2
I sat there, immobilized and not daring to make a sound for fear this was not happening. Her hand stirred on my thigh. It was instantly the warmest part of my body. She moved her thumb back and forth to see how I was going to respond, I guess. I was frozen. Her hand went forward to dip between my legs. That made me jump. She looked at me and smirked. I bit my lip, considered for a second, then bent down to find my jacket among the junk on the floor of the bus, spreading it over my lap.
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Interrogation
“I hate you,” she whispered against my ear.
I sucked in my breath and expelled it as she pressed against my back.
"You took everything from me.”
Her hand tickled underneath my breasts, then cupped them gently.
“You're nothing to me, worst than nothing.”
“You weren’t ever supposed to know,” I said softly.
She pushed me away roughly.
“Why did you do it?
“I can’t tell you that.”
She turned and walked quickly from the interrogation room.
“Do what you have to do to her, just don’t make me listen.”
I welcomed their blows. I thought that I deserved them.
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Drag In My Pants
“Oh my God. For a girl, you look disturbingly good with a moustache and sideburns.”
“Thanks, I guess I’m blessed with good genes.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“Are you blushing?”
“No. Yes. God, you make me wish I weren’t straight.”
“Oh really? I’ll take that as a compliment. What about the rest of it?”
“You look delectable. But, is that…? No, it can’t be.”
“What?”
“Are you happy to see me or is that just a dildo in your pants.”
“Neither, it’s a sock.”
“A well endowed sock. Now you’re blushing.”
“Well…”
“You’re the one with the sock in your pants.”
The Bus 1
I am in that annoying spot between bored and ecstatic. I'm bored because there is absolutely nothing to do. I am sitting here, looking out the window on a seven hour bus ride from Santa Barbara to San Francisco and I cannot move an inch. I am ecstatic because the reason I cannot move is that SHE is using me as a pillow. If I move, she will probably look at me, embarrassed, and sit up, most likely putting on her headphones to ignore me the rest of the ride. We don’t really know each other that well you see.
---
The Bus 2
I sat there, immobilized and not daring to make a sound for fear this was not happening. Her hand stirred on my thigh. It was instantly the warmest part of my body. She moved her thumb back and forth to see how I was going to respond, I guess. I was frozen. Her hand went forward to dip between my legs. That made me jump. She looked at me and smirked. I bit my lip, considered for a second, then bent down to find my jacket among the junk on the floor of the bus, spreading it over my lap.
---
Interrogation
“I hate you,” she whispered against my ear.
I sucked in my breath and expelled it as she pressed against my back.
"You took everything from me.”
Her hand tickled underneath my breasts, then cupped them gently.
“You're nothing to me, worst than nothing.”
“You weren’t ever supposed to know,” I said softly.
She pushed me away roughly.
“Why did you do it?
“I can’t tell you that.”
She turned and walked quickly from the interrogation room.
“Do what you have to do to her, just don’t make me listen.”
I welcomed their blows. I thought that I deserved them.
---
Drag In My Pants
“Oh my God. For a girl, you look disturbingly good with a moustache and sideburns.”
“Thanks, I guess I’m blessed with good genes.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“Are you blushing?”
“No. Yes. God, you make me wish I weren’t straight.”
“Oh really? I’ll take that as a compliment. What about the rest of it?”
“You look delectable. But, is that…? No, it can’t be.”
“What?”
“Are you happy to see me or is that just a dildo in your pants.”
“Neither, it’s a sock.”
“A well endowed sock. Now you’re blushing.”
“Well…”
“You’re the one with the sock in your pants.”
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
