It's April and yet it's summer. Global warming? I love it. Might have a barbie later to help it on its way. For all the Greens out there, no, of course I don't really mean that, but it does have momentary benefits even if our collective future is somewhat irrevocably fucked up.
I keep reading over everything I've written, simply can't leave it alone and wonder if it's healthy. It's certainly time-consuming and prevents me moving forwards, but it is necessary too. Don't settle for the mundane when the extraordinary beckons. There's always a better way to say something. Even the sharpest words can be honed. There I go again. I spent five minutes wrestling with the first Hi.
In ten minutes I'll be sitting under my pergola with a milky coffee (caffè latte is not a phrase I particularly enjoy; why speak Italiano when there's a perfectly good English alternative?) (yes, you're thinking maybe pergola has an English alternative too, aren't you? However, I'm not that pedantic) (And yes, latte is espresso and steamed milk, whereas... let it lie, will you?) editing and honing some more. Then, hopefully, I'll write the next bit, you know, the bit where Alex (don't ask me which one, I've lost track) gets laid by that Changer assassin on Inversion 4, before... Well, that would spoil it, wouldn't it? Instead, let me give you excerpt 3 from chapter 1, Beginnings.
Inversion 1
Beginnings
Excerpt #3
In the background, the ship hummed her monotone approval. Where would she take us? What wonders would we see? And how many years away was morning? I swallowed the sedative.
'Close clamps.' My arms, legs, head and torso were held in place. 'Close pod. Computer?'
'Yes, Captain?'
'Begin stasis checks and engage when ready.'
'Yes, Captain.'
The drugs began to take effect.
'Computer?'
'Yes, Captain.'
'Don't forget to... wake... me...'
'Captain?'
'What is it now?'
'You have a visitor.'
'A visitor?'
My pod hissed open. Clamps released. Gentle footfalls approached from my left. Emma stood before me, grinning widely. She was beautifully, breathtakingly naked. Slowly sinking to her knees, she freed my tool and took its soft coil onto her pink tongue. My heart pumped and filled her with my love.
A can of spray foam filled her right hand; a cut-throat razor glinted in her left. The cold cream took my breath as she smeared it around my genitals. After licking my hard tip once more she raised my shaft to vertical and began to scrape the shining steel across my dangling scrotum. Each pass was blissful. The deadly blade, performing such a loving, intimate act, aroused me intensely. I thought back to the first time she'd done it, when I'd ejaculated - without warning - into her face. Her right eye had still been red the next day. We often laughed about it.
A white towel cleaned the blade. The same soft towel wiped me clean. Her tongue and lips titillated the smooth skin, while her foamy finger slid into my arse. Eyes scanned my face for guidance, though she didn't need any - she always knew what I wanted long before I did. God, I loved her.
Blonde hair spilled through my fingers as I fucked her lovely mouth. Though rapt with ecstasy, tears streamed from my eyes. I climaxed while gazing into her beatific face. Cum overflowed. It oozed through her red lips, dribbled down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. Emma massaged the milky goo into her stiff nipples then leaned back onto her heels. Cool air washed over me as I left the slippery heat of her mouth. She swallowed then lapped again at the rod of hard flesh. A last spurt spattered her lips and she captured it with a sweep of her tongue. She kissed my belly till I shrank into flaccidity then eased my cock back into my pants and zipped me up.
I picked up my bags and left her, gently closing the door behind me. The corridor's thick carpeting muffled my footsteps; the hard white walls reflected my heavy breaths. A sudden shout halted me. I waited. Listened. Tiptoed back. Strained my ears. Silence.
'Alex!'
A gunshot hammered my eardrums. I snatched open the door. Emma was still on her knees, her chin and hard brown nipples still glistening with my cum. A gun smoked at her temple. Scarlet blood spattered the white wall. More trickled down her cheek and mingled with the liquid life I had just wasted on her. Tears glinted in her wide green eyes. Her smile was twisted, demonic.
'Alex, please don't go!'
Blackness. Silence. Confusion. Realisation: shuffled memories had melded into an imperfect stream of unconsciousness. A dream. But if I was dreaming, I was sleeping. And if I was sleeping then time was moving...
There was a fault. Something was terribly wrong. There had been no wake-up call, no alarm, so my pod was still sealed; yet I was semi-conscious. Stasis had failed; time was definitely moving. I tried to open my eyes. Nothing. I tried again. The sedative was still in my system, preventing movement. Dim light permeated my eyelids. The same light had probably triggered the dream of Emma’s bed, our last goodbye, and the jumbled day that followed. A droplet of sweat trickled from my forehead and tickled my cheek. That was a good sign: my senses were waking. I checked my breathing; it was shallow and almost silent, barely noticeable. How long had time been running? I couldn't tell, but I knew I had very little time to free myself before the air in the pod ran out and I suffocated. Eyelids fluttered and parted. I struggled to focus.
More soon...
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