This is just a sex scene.
When I was very young, I bleached my hair white and bought a leather trenchcoat so I could look like Roy Batty. I saw this photo today, and now I have a different aspiration.
SizeCon 2020 is happening, Feb 15-16 in Piscataway, NJ. (No, you didn’t miss SizeCon 2019; the organizers couldn’t find an economically-priced venue.)
I’ve never been (too far away), but I’ve heard several very moving testimonials from those who have attended.
So I saw Midsommar, which is fabulously creepy and haunting in the tradition of Robin Hardy’s The Wicker Man.
Of course, we all know how it should have been improved…
The first draft of my entry for the GiantJuly19 flash fiction contest is complete. This time I deliberately left the pages unnumbered so I would be (relatively) less mindful of my length. Came in at 2435 words. That’s more than trimming an unnecessary word here and there; that’s real meat that has to come out.
I always kept in the back of my head the option to publish a “Director’s Cut” once the contest results have been announced, but now I’m wondering if that doesn’t cheapen the contest entry somehow. The editing should be more-or-less organic, which requires me to care deeply about the 2k-word version. It should be something worthy of the contest evaluators’ time. More people will read the contest version than my precious puffed-up darling, after all.
Anyway, time to get cutting.
Dude’s getting a blowjob, and he doesn’t know it yet, but he’s getting it from a witch. He’s startled when she stops before he cums, but he’s even more surprised when he opens his eyes and discovers that while she was blowing him, he shrank to the height of three inches.
She tells him that he will return to normal size in four hours, but if he cums before that he will be tiny permanently. Then she licks her lips and smiles.