Their first touch was gentle, and in it Sumire could taste his hesitation and fear. That first kiss was a question, a request for permission, chaste and sweet and not a little shy. They broke apart for the space of a breath, noses still nuzzled against each other’s cheeks, their lips still clinging as though reaching for an answer.The Education of Sumire Min
“I…”
She captured that question before it escaped his parted mouth with her own, breathing her answer into his. He deepened the kiss, and she met his ardor with her own. For every little nudge she felt, she pressed back harder, and she felt his kisses like a wish from him, like begging, and she could only respond yes, yes, yes with her own longing. Yes, please, yes, yes, yes…
So I completely and utterly failed NaNoWriMo this year as I only managed to squeeze out about 18.5K. I don’t know how people can write more than 1000 words a day, every day. I just don’t. I burn out. On a good day I’ll get out about 1500 words, but the next day I’ll be [...]




