kindkit | six sentence Sunday

Still from the Ed/Stede "spa day" WIP. The first draft of that is now complete--almost 10,000 words of pampering and porn (which is also pampering).

This is from the pre-porn story, because in my experience porn doesn't excerpt very well. So, have Ed experiencing a hot stone massage.

He thought he was pretty loose after all the soaking and oiling and lazing around in the heat. But now he's a jellyfish, boneless and soft.

Then Stede starts pressing down on the rocks, and Ed learns that there's a step beyond jellyfish. He's kelp, flat and still, moved only by the current.

The rocks find two dozen places where he didn't know he was sore, tense, and then Stede's hands push it all out of him. Ed closes his eyes, and doesn't fall asleep but doesn't really think either. It's a little like one of the best ways of being drunk. Not the laughing, singing, dancing, whippies way, but the quiet way, where everything outside goes muffled, and everything inside. You're away from everything, you're on what Stede calls vacation, but on vacation from yourself too.