Jacqueline Brocker's Blog, page 12
January 22, 2013
A Night in a Year: 22. Preparation
She breathes in, deep, as if longing for air, and takes hold of her self enough to ease a knee between his legs, and press gently upwards. His mouth doesn’t stop, but his eyebrows raise, and his closed eyes open, peering up at her. She rocks her knee back and forth. She feels his balls [...]
January 21, 2013
A Night in a Year: 21. Wall
Who grabs who, she cannot tell. Only that they are tripping and sliding to get to the narrow alley, to sidle down it so their limbs don’t fall over the edge and into the main passage. They might be heard, but they might avoid being seen. She isn’t sure how she feels about being seen, [...]
January 20, 2013
A Night in a Year: 20. Smoke
Sighing, she starts to leave, wondering where to next. She’s not far up the lane when she hears movement behind her, and a voice calling out. “Guess you’re friend left you.” She looks over her shoulder. Curly hair, fingers at his mouth, holding a cigarette and a lighter. She goes with a reasonably honest response. [...]
January 19, 2013
A Night in a Year: 19. Desertion
He makes a long ‘oooh’ sound, and she echoes it, her nipple wanting to rub on his palm. The boldness of his approach, him not needing to hide or feign or duck and weave, is a shock after the games of hands and eyes outside. A delicious shock, and her back arches to his touch, [...]
January 18, 2013
A Night in a Year: 18. Grasping
She leaves the bathroom, and the man with the shaggy hair is standing inches from her, eyes still bright, his mouth now parted, determined, and fixed on her. Possibilities widen under his thick curly hair. “Can I help you?” She lets the words roll out, beckoning for a reaction. He steps forward, eyes unchanging and [...]
January 17, 2013
A Night in a Year: 17. Bright Eyes
She looks over her shoulder once on the way to the bathroom. He is staring after her, eyes narrowed. She can’t tell if the irritation is genuine or put on. She smiles, indulgent, and continues on. The bathroom has something like an entrance way, one door into a shared space, before offering the options of [...]
January 16, 2013
A Night in a Year: 16. Retreat
Even under the material, she can feel the sinews of his muscles, a distinction between the top and the underside of his thigh. Soft, yes, but there is also tautness, leanness. The kind of thighs she’ll want to feel naked, to grasp and spread apart when in bed, to sink her teeth into and feel [...]
January 15, 2013
A Night in a Year: 15. Wandering Hand
When she opens her eyes again, he’s looking pleased, almost annoyingly so. Well, two can play at that, she thinks, forcing a smile which she thinks must look a little mad, full of teeth, but he only chuckles. How though, she thinks, to move her other arm without jerky movements, without disrupting the spell they [...]
January 14, 2013
A Night in a Year: 14. Tracing Finger
She flicks her gaze up again, and presses her teeth to her lower lip. His face is insouciance itself, and far too innocent to be up to nothing but wicked purposes. Oh she will be just fine in his hands. Under his hand right now, which is still circling her knuckle. He traces down her [...]
January 13, 2013
A Night in a Year: 13. Closer
“No,” he continues. “Not plastic. Why are you in here though? How many interesting people could really be here?” “You are.” He pushes his drink forward, leans in himself, hunching. It closes him in, draws her to him, creates a small circle for just the two of them. She too enters it, shifting her arms [...]
