I”m back on Storytime!
It’s been a rough couple months recovering physically for me. Apparently it takes longer to heal when you get older. I know the x-rays showed no broken bones, but I almost feel like they lied. I still have pains in the injured areas, and complications from the injuries. Ibuprofen is my friend. I quit taking the pain meds and muscle relaxers pretty quickly as they rendered me into a big pile of mush that just oozed onto the sofa.
I can make it about 15 minutes on the treadmill, then my hip catches and my lower back pain begins. the same goes for the elliptical, or the cycle. Trying to strengthen the joints, while avoiding additional injury has been a real challenge for me. Now, I’m not whining – you know I hate whine. Just stating that I’ve had a few setbacks and am slower at recovering than I ever anticipated.
So, enough about me and my aches and pains. I’m going to give you a little teaser for my new story over on Storytime. It’s not as smouldering as some of my previous ones.
Here’s a sample from Oral Dilemma, Part 1.
It was the story of my life. The same thing that always got me in trouble – my mouth. I stood just off the stage, shaking inside, so nervous I wasn’t sure I could go through with this.
“Hey, knock ‘em dead Roxy.” His hand brushing my shoulder as he eased past me. Devon Miller, the man I’d crushed on since 6th grade. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I’ve had a crush on him since that first day of kindergarten when he shared his fruit chews. He was instantly my best friend.
We sat at the same table in class. He rode my bus and we shared a seat because he lived four houses down and we got off at the same stop. We raced our bikes, played in the tree house, skipped stones at the pond and made mud pies. Then in fourth grade my parents divorced. I spent half my time with my dad and his flavor of the month. Back home mom worked long shifts at the hospital leaving my sister and me at Devon’s house. We made forts, hunted monsters, played video games and slept on the couch together. Not that anything happened, we were just kids.
By the 6th grade, I’d gained a good amount of weight and was chubby. That’s when Devon broke my heart the first time. We were sitting at the edge of the pond skipping rocks when he told me he asked Casey Reynolds to the school dance. Then he asked if anyone had asked me. I’m not sure if I was more upset that he asked Casey, or that nobody asked ‘the chubby girl’.
Anyway, it was the first in a long string of disappointments. I’ve been a plus sized girl in a size 0 world ever since. By my junior year I was in a size 16, my double D’s the only thing that got me dates. the rest of me is rather plain Jane nothing special. My dark hair never gets noticed. My facial features are average. I wasn’t blessed with thick long lashes, or pretty eyes, or even full luscious lips. My lips are small, unnoticeable, and completely forgettable. Although I’ve been called a big mouth for other reasons. My ‘big mouth’ was always getting me into trouble by saying the wrong things. I made a smart alec comment to Chad Ramsey, this gorgeous hunk of a soccer player and he challenged me to “put my money where my mouth was”. He dared me, so it kind of forced my hand.
Just then who should walk in but Devon with Phoebe Yates draped on his arm. Phoebe was all of 98 pounds soaking wet. She’d make Taylor Swift look fat standing next to her. Why I even cared I don’t know but I did. It pissed me off, big time. I slammed a glass of Jack and Coke, and told Chad “I’ll accept your challenge.”
I grabbed Chad’s hand and dragged him to the unoccupied room, his bedroom. Once inside I kissed him hard, walking him backwards to the bed. I followed him down when his knees hit the edge of the bed. He scooted up to where his head was on the pillow as I climbed on top of him and straddled him.
“You’re really gonna let me?” Chad asked, his eyes huge, a hopeful grin on his face.
I slowly peeled my shirt off over my head and tossed it. His eyes grew even larger. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra hearing the hitch in his breath. I held the bra in place for a few seconds making him wait. I nodded slowly, teasing him. I knew he had a thing for breasts. He was always flirting with me, I doubt that he even knew what color my eyes were as nothing registered above my tits. Slowly, very slowly I lowered my bra then tossed it on the floor. I leaned forward teasing him with them, my nipples just barely out of reach of his lips.
If you want to read more go to Storytime Trysts.
Check it out and let me know what you think of it.
Meanwhile I continue to work back towards what is normal, or at least what is normal for me. Hopefully, things will smooth out here pretty soon and I can gain some momentum once again.
Write on my friends, write on.