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crackthewip2023-03-25 09:58 pm
Crack the Whip 2023 Progress Post
We are about halfway through the creation period – how are you doing on your WIP? If you want, here is your chance to give us an update, a progress report, an interpretive dance of your status! This is optional, but we’d love to hear how you’re doing! How many words have you written? Did you stick with your original WIP or switch to a new one? Wanna drop us a short snippet(~200 word or less)? ‘Cause we wanna read it!
If you signed up to make multiple things, feel free to tell us your progress on one or all of them. 🙂
If you signed up to make multiple things, feel free to tell us your progress on one or all of them. 🙂

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He passed no word over his shoulder, neither turned his head, but his hands I could see already working at the fastenings of his trousers, though he’d hardly set foot over the threshold.
As he slid them down his vast corded thighs, it wanted no hands to raise what lay within the suddenly unbearably tight confines of my own trousers; indeed it almost required both my hands to keep it contained.
The thought of where he was going, and what he meant to do—to do to me, there—my mouth went dry and there was a wretched throbbing at my temples as well as in my drawers.
I seemed to see the world then as a picture or an engraving: the brown barn-door, the earthen shadows inside, the frosty ground blacked with the bruises of shoes and hoofs, the smudged and dreary sky, yet the mellow mollasine light in which the ascending sun set the scene rendered it not unpalatable to my recently stiffened and coarsened appetite. Round, ruddy cheeks with mahogany curls like chocolate shavings, still dewy from his morning wash; the gold and dusky tones of his loins and thighs, the inclining indents above the crotch drawing the eye down the scrubby slope to the full and fragrant thicket and its single standing tree.
The tree swayed, sprinkling a little foggy dew from its stiff trunk; he turned from me and walked into the dark interior of the barn.
And I followed.
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Short snippet:
Then John spotted Caradoc disappearing inside the chimney in one of the larger rooms, and he went over to take a look. He was rewarded by soot falling onto his face.
Leo laughed. “I presume Aurora warned you about Caradoc,” he said.
“Yes!”
Caradoc descended the chimney, grinned, produced an incredibly lacy handkerchief from one of his pockets and used it to remove the soot. John glared at him, but his grin grew even wider.
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I've written 10k words in a week and things are looking up. I'm hoping to have this fic done by posting!
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