Okay, so, the inspiration for this is from the amazing Alanis Morissette and a song by her called "Hands Clean". It's a Yakari [I believe that's what it's called] and it's gonna be pretty fun to write. Basically, Kari is the photographer for a photo shoot that Matt's band is doing, and blah blah blah, they eventually have an affair. Fun, right? I know.
[not a lemon!] Here's the first paragraph:
Milliseconds? Lifetimes? It was all the same when she was in the presence of Matt Ishida, the numbing ecstasy of everything that went on between them behind closed doors, a blissfully burning chill that infected her like some sort of euphoric virus. He was definitely some sort of parasite, and she was undoubtedly his host, vulnerably succumbing to his will and every whimsical desire he had in his brain. In every kiss they traded, lightening pulsed through them with an electricity powerful enough to send a spark through even rubber. In every shaky, mingled breath they shared after their taboo act of pleasure-saturated sin, comfort swayed between them contently, either lulling them both into a slumber that neither of the two wanted to wake up from, or forcing an untimely rush to frantically put a bodybag over their evidence of adultery.
Soooo... Is it good? Or should I just trash it?
Comments, questions, suggestions, burning at the stake? I'm open to anything and everything.
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Subject: Hands Clean 
Sat Nov 15, 2008 7:05 am
