TGIF and a hot Scene to Write

Friday was a very slow day, I was so looking forward to jetting out of work early so I could go shop for kitchen curtains. So around noon I asked Ayanna about a short she had been working on for our Anthology, Room Service. She said her freaky said must be on low because she couldn't get the love making scene to work. Then she sends it to me to take a stab at. The nerve of that girl. The story read very well and fit into our theme for Room Service, but then they don't do nothing but talk almost about it, I think and then it ends. So, … there's nothing wrong with my creative, freaky juices but at work. These fingers went to work playing out every visual detail and my mind and typing with each touch and moan. Twenty minutes later, I was rushing off to the ice machine to cool off.