softpinkbunny

Because it's been too long!

I've had this story in my head for a while and Ithink that I wanna unleash it on y'all! So here goes something:

Waking to the sound of the alarm Detra lay motionless, trying to get her bearings. Where was she? The spinning room slowly coming into focus. An old world dresser sat in a corner basking in the warm morning sun. An armchair, laden with various colored materials sat across from the bed. The side table, which held the chirping alarm clock, had rested upon it, a gold watch, too large for her slender arms, a pair of glasses, a decatur and glass, half full, and an old world lamp, the kind that had painted flowers on an irredescent bobble body. She reached for her glasses, and started for the alarm, when a musclar arm reached over from behind her, swatting the clock witha huge hand. Detra lay still for a moment, desperately trying to rush back the memory of the evening before. But nothing was coming. The ower of the club like arm reached around her, cupping her breast. His body pressing into hers, closer and he gently squeezing her tightly. She could tell that he wasn't fully awake yet by the heaviness of his breathing.

With her glasses on she was able to assess a bit more of her surroundings.




There that's as far as i got. I think there is more, but nothing else seemed to jump out at me. Tell me what you think so far and give me pointers.

peace