I'd like to think it was Orlando, but A Room of One's Own might be more accurate.

[jacktellslies]

I dreamed on the edge of waking that rather than having teeth, my cunt was a book. You slid into me and were rewarded with innumerable paper cuts. And between sleep and waking I shifted between horror and pleasure, but I cannot decipher which reaction was the rational one and which the dream, whether I tried to stop you or whether I pressed you in deeper. As for you, you didn't seem entirely dissuaded just yet.

Comments

[brni.livejournal.com]

any book in particular?

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Note the title, please.

[brni.livejournal.com]

*notes own stupidity, and blushes*

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Pft. Not at all.

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

Good grief, you need to write smut, lots of smut.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

I think I already do...

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

And I am glad of it! And you need to write more!

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Aw, shucks. I'll do my best to oblige.

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

Later my mind reminded me of Sir Francis Bacon's dictum: "Some books are to be tasted, others swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested."

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Dear me! Quite right, too.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

Damn. My dreams of late have centered around my hair color. Naturally colorless and boring. I'll have to do something about that.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

When I'm dying my hair I'm constantly anxious about it. Roots must be kept at bay at all costs, the horrid devils.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I think I may go with the look from the lead singer in Cinema Bizaare with my natural white in front and some other bold (same red) color in back, but I need to transition lighter first as I am not very creative and refuse to pay my stylist for this sort of thing.

In the past I have threatened to shave it all and wear wigs. If I looked like Persis Kambata or Natalie Portman, the decision would be so easy.