Excerpt kinda, because I haven't written anything beyond it
There are times I feel his sweet, calloused hands gently across my face, my neck. He whispers something intangible as he presses his lips quickly against my cheek. We kiss; wet, sweet and breathless; kiss again. I can feel him radiate heat; the smell of sweat mingles fancily in the warm air. Soft satin, cool to the touch, stretches beneath our forms. I run my fingertips down his chest; the hair curls slightly more from moisture. His broad chest, exquisitely muscled and blanketed in textured but pliant skin; it feels wonderful beneath my touch.
It's usually at about this time that I must look up, breathless, into those brilliant blue eyes; brush some hair from his face; feel the curves of his jaw and the dimples of his smile.
"Sometimes I wish you were a woman," I breathe into his face. We kiss again.
Writing
Sometimes, I write math porn. And, what's cool: I'm not alone! Joey Comeau writes math porn, too. His is different from mine, obviously.
Also, there's this gallery.
My math porn is different, because I know of at least three very attractive people who are proficient in Math, and it drives me nuts. There's one idea that I keep trying to make into a finished, polished story, and publish it, dang it!
I have at least four versions of Strip Calculus running right now. Not one is finished; and I doubt any will finish soon. However, I have been working on version "2c" lately, and it seems the most likely candidate.
With any amount of luck, I'll be uploading it soon.
--Charissa
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