| Author: | Misty MacAllister | ISBN: | 9780463003466 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister | Publication: | October 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Misty MacAllister |
| ISBN: | 9780463003466 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister |
| Publication: | October 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
"A WRITING ASSIGNMENT" is a lesbian romance.
Darcy is an aspiring writer and enthusiastic chronicler of her cat's love of reading, neither of which prepare her for the proposal she gets online. A beautiful woman offers her a writing job, paid. For Darcy, it's like winning the lottery, but who knew that writing could be so 'hands-on'.
“When you looked at my website, did you like my photos?” Saffron asked. She was slowly flicking her fingers over her nipples.
Darcy couldn’t stop staring. “I loved them. You’re so beautiful,” she said.
“When you were looking at my photos, did you touch yourself?” Saffron asked, and she slowly slid one of her hands down her flat belly.
“No,” Darcy whispered, her eyes following Saffron’s fingers going down, and down.
“Why didn’t you?” Saffron said.
“I don’t know,” Darcy breathed.
Saffron scooted to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. Her fingers crept between her thighs, sliding over her panties. “I’m looking at you and touching myself, Darcy.” She rolled her hips. “It feels so good. Does it look good?”
Darcy nodded. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe.
“Touch yourself, Darcy,” Saffron said.
WARNING: “A Writing Assignment” is intended for a mature audience. This story in no way portrays what writers' lives are like, or certainly not how much they get paid to write.
"A WRITING ASSIGNMENT" is a lesbian romance.
Darcy is an aspiring writer and enthusiastic chronicler of her cat's love of reading, neither of which prepare her for the proposal she gets online. A beautiful woman offers her a writing job, paid. For Darcy, it's like winning the lottery, but who knew that writing could be so 'hands-on'.
“When you looked at my website, did you like my photos?” Saffron asked. She was slowly flicking her fingers over her nipples.
Darcy couldn’t stop staring. “I loved them. You’re so beautiful,” she said.
“When you were looking at my photos, did you touch yourself?” Saffron asked, and she slowly slid one of her hands down her flat belly.
“No,” Darcy whispered, her eyes following Saffron’s fingers going down, and down.
“Why didn’t you?” Saffron said.
“I don’t know,” Darcy breathed.
Saffron scooted to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. Her fingers crept between her thighs, sliding over her panties. “I’m looking at you and touching myself, Darcy.” She rolled her hips. “It feels so good. Does it look good?”
Darcy nodded. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe.
“Touch yourself, Darcy,” Saffron said.
WARNING: “A Writing Assignment” is intended for a mature audience. This story in no way portrays what writers' lives are like, or certainly not how much they get paid to write.
