Here's a little taste of what I'm working on at the moment...
She stood there in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her. It had been a long day, punctuated by a pop quiz in calculus, an unintelligible lecture on the nervous system from a TA who spoke something that might resemble English on paper but in no way resembled it coming out of his mouth, and a dinner at the dining hall made up of some kind of mystery meat substitute. All she wanted in the world now was to relax here and then bundle up in her flannel sheets and three inch comforter and lie still in the dark of her room. Jasmine would probably make a stink about having to relocate her studying to the study room downstairs, but tonight she didn’t really care. She was just too tired to put up with her room-mate’s Sex Pistols-sugar fueled-open-air-til-it-froze-your-eyeballs study routine tonight. She rubbed the shower puff over her shoulders and down between her breasts, massaging the soap in and the stress out. Her long red hair hung dark and wet, her curls heavy with the weight of water, down her back. She wondered, as she often did in the middle of a shower, if perhaps she could just stay in here indefinitely. It always seemed like such a shock to her system – that moment when she turned the water off and felt the rush of cool air pick its way through the steam and finally to her bare skin. But, she consoled herself with thoughts of her warm bed waiting for her, and, with a sigh, reached out and turned the tap off. It happened so simultaneously that she thought she must somehow have caused it by turning off the water – the ear-spitting screech of the dorm’s fire alarm. It seemed almost to come from inside her head, so piercing was it, and it startled her so much she almost slipped a little as she turned to reach for her towel. She dried herself quickly, then wrapped the purple towel around her and headed for her room at the other end of the hall. The towel came just to the underside of her bottom, and she padded quickly on her small bare feet as the girls in the hallway buzzed around her heading for the stairs. She’d never been one for showing off her body. She was even shy in front of her room-mate, Jasmine, always finding some way to dress when the other girl was out, even on one or two occasions resorting to putting her clothes on IN the shower while she was still damp so that no one would see her. Jasmine, of course, was of a completely different nature. She seemed to Melissa almost a kind of nymphomaniac, lying around nude in the room half the time, and even talking brazenly to the completely embarrassed Melissa about different shapes she shaved into her pubic hair and which of her breasts was larger than the other. Dorm fire alarm? Girl in nothing but a towel? What could go wrong?
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AuthorMy name's Emily Ashford, and I write literary erotica. Archives
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