The madness of Pink

[pinkfiend1]

I figured I'd finally start a babble thread. Don't know why I didn't start one before. Anyway.

So this oen will nicely combine all of the stories. Pink's, Astrum Legacy, Moon's Daisies, SOTM.

Now I don't know what to do say. Umm.

[pinkfiend1]

I know what I should start with. How about a bit of an extract from the Astrum Legacy which I have yet to finish playing out enough to feel happy posting. Oh I haven't completly thought out names hence dotty bits.

Some people may find this a little bit adult. Although it really isn't that bad. If you watch tv programmes after 9pm you really should be ok.




Now the funeral was over she could get rid of her mother’s things. Well all the things she didn’t want to keep, you never knew if something in the wardrobe would come back into style, or be considered a classic and then it would be worth keeping. She placed the clothes into two piles. One pile discarded in the floor stripped of their hangers, protective sleeves and floral scents, the others laid neatly on the bed their dignity intact. The book was at the bottom , hidden under a selection of old bags and towels. She flicked over the first page instinctively looking for the date. Nothing except the handwritten note: “the diary of …. aged …. to ….” Intrigued she flipped to a random page.

CJ wanted to teach me how to fish. What is it with men needing to feel that power of telling a woman what to do, instructing her. I didn’t tell him I fished every day at the lake by my house. It was simpler that way, I let him teach me. I faked stupidity. Like all men before him it turned him on. Then he took me in the bushes and taught me there. Paying for his virgin. It always felt better outside, everything that little bit more intense. That rush so much quicker, and they liked it even more. Bedding a virgin gave them something. Getting a virgin outside well it was even better. Men were so predictable. All I saw, all I ever see is money for the girls’ school fees, why did a good education have to be so blasted expensive?
At least I am a rare commodity. The only one who can say she lost her virginity more than once without surgery. They always believed. They paid well, and it was pleasurable most of the time.

[rad]

Wow, Pink, this is great. You really should believe in yourself more.

[sb]

I love the way you write. It's clear and clean and pitiless. It's really good.

[pinkfiend1]

Aww. Thankyou.
It's times like this I wish I read the stories here quicker. But then again if I caught up with everyone's stories, I'd feel guilty for not playing more.

[pinkfiend1]

So I'm getting all excited over this new Legacy. It's all forming in my head wonderfully. I'm actaully wanting to properly write. Oh it's a brilliant feeling. So you can read it to should you wish to just because I'm in a really sharing mind of mood, feeling all kind accomplished after a great day work. I get to do the banking tomorrow, plus I got a lot of the statistical work done so maybe Co-ordinator will be all happy with me on Tues. Anywho...
Oh in case you have sensitivities their is some innuendo and slight very mild descriptions of things.

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He pushed her against the wall as soon as she stepped in the door.
"The girls are in bed.” He said as his hand slid up her thigh.
“So?”
“So I thought we could” his fingers slid underneath her knickers.
“No” she said rather more forcibly than needed, as she pulled his arm out of the way.
“But we never do it anymore, and the hot tub is just dying to be christened.”
“I’ve had a hard day at work.”
“So you’re saying that I don’t work?”
“No I wasn’t saying that, but now that you mention it.”
“I am working on my masterpiece.”
“You’ve been ‘working’ on your ‘masterpiece’ for fifteen years” she retorted, making little apostrophe signs with her fingers.
“I’ve had the girls to look after.”
“the girls are in school day. The maid does the housework. What do you do? Sit around all day baking cookies you know we can’t eat because unlike you we want to watch our figures., and think about ideas for your dream sculpture you don’t een start. At least you don’t a spend a fortune on materials for the thing. Oh wait you do”
“ Now that is just uncalled for. You know how important my art is to me. It is my job.”
“well it doesn’t pay the bills, or the girls’ school fees, or for the cars, or clothing or anything else for that matter.”
“Well maybe not, but I have had a genius idea.”
Like what?” she replied trying to feign interest.
“Like you should write a book. Don’t interject. I think it would be a brilliant idea everybody would want to read about your work.”
“And when am I meant to write this book? In the magical alternate universe where time stands still?”
“There’s no need to get like that. We can just use your diaries as a base and work it up from them.”
“That’s just stupid. Wait you’ve been reading my diary?”
“You know what else is getting up?”
“What?” her voice softening as she reached towards his trousers.
“You know what.” He mumbled a mischievous look in his eyes.
“I’ll race you to the hot tub!”
“I thought you had a hard day?”
“Not nearly hard enough it seems.”