![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaMeep wrote this if you missed it:
Curtailed Pursuits
http://mee-eep.livejournal.com/186027.html
Everett rubbed his face losing the fixed smile of polite society. His brother had managed to eschew yet another event, tasking him to represent their family. It meant hours of tedium, fake laughter and rigid protocol. Everett sighed as he entered the western wing of the house where he kept his rooms. It was less ornate and blissfully less occupied; though he did happen upon one blushing couple in the corridors en route.
His brother had been distracted of late; his regular Thursday’s delights waylaid by some family obligation that led to pensive missives and hushed voices in the night. It curtailed Everett’s own recently adopted hobby.
The door to his private chamber was closed as he’d left it. Pulling at the stiff collar of his shirt, fashionably high and starched, he reached out then arrested the movement. Someone had trespassed this way. A glossy card was tucked into the jam of the door, a colourful Joker leering from its surface.
Interesting, he’d not seen his adversary tonight, was uncertain if the man’s standing would grant him attendance. There was an air of prepossession about him true, but secrets lurked behind his confident smirk, an edge that drove Everett wild.
Cursing himself for a fool Everett plucked free the card, the gloss silken between his fingers. Tucking the card safe, his smile as he opened his door was a genuine one.
And so I continue it because she was trying to get me to write more *bares teeth* with my thanks and encouragement to continue.
So Here:
Title: Suggested Reading
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Near the bookshelves a pair of gloves lay, their pristine white in the dimness of the room very evident. The gloves were too large to be a lady’s and Everett breathed out a sigh while consternation and enlightenment arose, The card.
There was another card tucked into a book set new beside his bed, the tip showing just enough to reveal the suit and rank of the card. Black and pointedly phallic, peaked out the King of Spades. Everett shivered, thinking of how they’d met, their eyes gleaming hot interest behind their masks.
The quiet of the private library of their host had drawn both of them. It had been their first card game and Everett, the winner, had been the one to approach their host to buy the book they’d both set their minds on wanting. The book that now held a card marking its place.
Carefully lifting the book, Everett stroked the spine and swallowed before opening it to the designated page. His face flushed as he read the words printed there, imagining reading them under the gaze of the man who’d chosen this book and this place in it. With less care he shut away the words.
http://mee-eep.livejournal.com/186027.html
Everett rubbed his face losing the fixed smile of polite society. His brother had managed to eschew yet another event, tasking him to represent their family. It meant hours of tedium, fake laughter and rigid protocol. Everett sighed as he entered the western wing of the house where he kept his rooms. It was less ornate and blissfully less occupied; though he did happen upon one blushing couple in the corridors en route.
His brother had been distracted of late; his regular Thursday’s delights waylaid by some family obligation that led to pensive missives and hushed voices in the night. It curtailed Everett’s own recently adopted hobby.
The door to his private chamber was closed as he’d left it. Pulling at the stiff collar of his shirt, fashionably high and starched, he reached out then arrested the movement. Someone had trespassed this way. A glossy card was tucked into the jam of the door, a colourful Joker leering from its surface.
Interesting, he’d not seen his adversary tonight, was uncertain if the man’s standing would grant him attendance. There was an air of prepossession about him true, but secrets lurked behind his confident smirk, an edge that drove Everett wild.
Cursing himself for a fool Everett plucked free the card, the gloss silken between his fingers. Tucking the card safe, his smile as he opened his door was a genuine one.
And so I continue it because she was trying to get me to write more *bares teeth* with my thanks and encouragement to continue.
So Here:
Title: Suggested Reading
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Near the bookshelves a pair of gloves lay, their pristine white in the dimness of the room very evident. The gloves were too large to be a lady’s and Everett breathed out a sigh while consternation and enlightenment arose, The card.
There was another card tucked into a book set new beside his bed, the tip showing just enough to reveal the suit and rank of the card. Black and pointedly phallic, peaked out the King of Spades. Everett shivered, thinking of how they’d met, their eyes gleaming hot interest behind their masks.
The quiet of the private library of their host had drawn both of them. It had been their first card game and Everett, the winner, had been the one to approach their host to buy the book they’d both set their minds on wanting. The book that now held a card marking its place.
Carefully lifting the book, Everett stroked the spine and swallowed before opening it to the designated page. His face flushed as he read the words printed there, imagining reading them under the gaze of the man who’d chosen this book and this place in it. With less care he shut away the words.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:58 am (UTC)'I think tonight we should leave to the torture of anticipation' Everett's eyes fell closed and he felt himself sway on his feet; drawn in by that voice and fighting the urge to fall back, to experience all his captor would offer. 'Tomorrow evening my sweet, tomorrow we study your pages together'
There was the sensation of a stroking finger slipping under the loosened collar of his shirt. So light the touch it could have been imagined. Something cool touhed him there and when he reached for it he found another playing card. The Ace of Spades. Pointed and darkly resplencent.
The chuckled 'sleep well' as his intruder left had him groan. His body now aroused would not allow sleep before being dealt with.
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 07:25 am (UTC)Tomorrow evening will be interesting......
Tomorrow is Tuesday. *grins* We shall have a prompt.
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 07:29 pm (UTC)Put up a second one that you shouldn't be afraid of even if it is tagged bdsm.
Breakfast at 2:30 in the afternoon... that's not unusual now is it.
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 07:39 am (UTC)Like Everett isn't going to look in the book at the place marked again while trying to deal with the state he's in. And do you think that his visitor doesn't know this? Evil chuckles are ensuing.
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 02:33 pm (UTC)More up.
If you can be persuaded into writing more (who me? plunny?) I'd suggest (request, bat eyelashes and toss plunnies) you write a little book excerpt for them ;) you can do so much better at that than me.
I'll cover the scene at the club (though you're welcome to get Everett there) where we see what goes where and who :D
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 08:24 pm (UTC)hmmmm work colleague robo-boy draws - 'er B, any chance of a few sketches? nothing fancy, just some explicit, inventive m/m p0rn please.'
*falling of sofa laughing and getting 'the look' from hubby again*
no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 11:41 pm (UTC)*picks you up from the floor*
"She has fits of unexplained hysterics like this often? Don't worry. I'm soon it will pass... sometime."
no subject
Date: 2013-07-31 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-31 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-31 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-07 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-07 08:58 pm (UTC)There will be more of this and Thank YOu!
Going to try that soon or I'm going to have to read my own fiction to know what the heck I'm doing.*head desk*