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#EroticMusings 2026.10.02 — Week 70 (September 27-30) Culture: What does arousal mean to you? Share an example from your work of arousal stemming from something other than someone else's physical appearance.
[I think this post is SFW, but consider the prompt and innuendo. —RS]
Instead of quoting a dictionary, I'll define the word thusly:
Arousal; noun, state of being. A waking to a contextually defined stimulus that draws interest consciously, subliminally, or autonomically.
I see the word as a psychological term. The word requires adjectives to imply less seemly narratives. Speaking of which, in the following #excerpt from Reluctant Courier (for the Mob) it isn't to difficult to deduce what interests Bolt, a day angel woman with wings, and her friend, Shugh.
Beyond that!
Sheesh!
He (or she if we use modern pronouns) is wingless but very human, and he just saved her from a bonehead maneuver where he caught her before she fell off a building. Whether her wings could have saved her from the twelve story drop without injury is debatable, but the grabbing her wrist in time isn't. His action changed her perceptions of him, which he reflects back at her. The pair are very different in all so many ways that have kept any attraction previously at bay, but…
Another glance confirmed. He was male. Which brought back flashes of handsy Teri, our passion hours ago, and what I had found she had missing, that which he had. The voice in my head asserted, Reasonably Cute. Available, too.
My heart thudded. Oh, flap.
He stood, dusted himself off, then approached. I scooted the chair back, the legs making a muted shriek, until it struck the wall. I threw my wings back against the wall, feeling immediately silly to have felt intimidated. This was Shugh. Nice. The gender chameleon. Blended in with the women. Soft. Feminine wear, accessories, hair—when up. Easy to accept as she.
He said, "My face is up here."
I looked up from his hips as he squatted down, my face heating up. He didn't hide his biological gender beyond depilating, which alleviated the sense he misrepresented himself. But in my mental state, any reminder that I might appreciate his maleness…
Now at eye level, I glanced away from his green eyes. His blond hair, unfashionably long for either gender now that it was down to his hips, fluffed and waved in the breeze as if it wanted to clothe him from behind. He added, "You've been the only one who's been unwaveringly supportive of me after that day with the gateway. I can't express how much I appreciate that."
I nodded.
"Being supportive and protective is attractive," he added, a comment that reflected my mood—and for me was unquestionably true—as I stood, crowding him back.
His right hand ended up at my navel…
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
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#EroticMusings 2026.10.02 — Week 70 (September 27-30) Culture: What does arousal mean to you? Share an example from your work of arousal stemming from something other than someone else's physical appearance.
[I think this post is SFW, but consider the prompt and innuendo. —RS]
Instead of quoting a dictionary, I'll define the word thusly:
Arousal; noun, state of being. A waking to a contextually defined stimulus that draws interest consciously, subliminally, or autonomically.
I see the word as a psychological term. The word requires adjectives to imply less seemly narratives. Speaking of which, in the following #excerpt from Reluctant Courier (for the Mob) it isn't to difficult to deduce what interests Bolt, a day angel woman with wings, and her friend, Shugh.
Beyond that!
Sheesh!
He (or she if we use modern pronouns) is wingless but very human, and he just saved her from a bonehead maneuver where he caught her before she fell off a building. Whether her wings could have saved her from the twelve story drop without injury is debatable, but the grabbing her wrist in time isn't. His action changed her perceptions of him, which he reflects back at her. The pair are very different in all so many ways that have kept any attraction previously at bay, but…
Another glance confirmed. He was male. Which brought back flashes of handsy Teri, our passion hours ago, and what I had found she had missing, that which he had. The voice in my head asserted, Reasonably Cute. Available, too.
My heart thudded. Oh, flap.
He stood, dusted himself off, then approached. I scooted the chair back, the legs making a muted shriek, until it struck the wall. I threw my wings back against the wall, feeling immediately silly to have felt intimidated. This was Shugh. Nice. The gender chameleon. Blended in with the women. Soft. Feminine wear, accessories, hair—when up. Easy to accept as she.
He said, "My face is up here."
I looked up from his hips as he squatted down, my face heating up. He didn't hide his biological gender beyond depilating, which alleviated the sense he misrepresented himself. But in my mental state, any reminder that I might appreciate his maleness…
Now at eye level, I glanced away from his green eyes. His blond hair, unfashionably long for either gender now that it was down to his hips, fluffed and waved in the breeze as if it wanted to clothe him from behind. He added, "You've been the only one who's been unwaveringly supportive of me after that day with the gateway. I can't express how much I appreciate that."
I nodded.
"Being supportive and protective is attractive," he added, a comment that reflected my mood—and for me was unquestionably true—as I stood, crowding him back.
His right hand ended up at my navel…
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#EroticMusings 2026.10.02 — Week 70 (September 27-30) Culture: What does arousal mean to you? Share an example from your work of arousal stemming from something other than someone else's physical appearance.
[I think this post is SFW, but consider the prompt and innuendo. —RS]
Instead of quoting a dictionary, I'll define the word thusly:
Arousal; noun, state of being. A waking to a contextually defined stimulus that draws interest consciously, subliminally, or autonomically.
I see the word as a psychological term. The word requires adjectives to imply less seemly narratives. Speaking of which, in the following #excerpt from Reluctant Courier (for the Mob) it isn't to difficult to deduce what interests Bolt, a day angel woman with wings, and her friend, Shugh.
Beyond that!
Sheesh!
He (or she if we use modern pronouns) is wingless but very human, and he just saved her from a bonehead maneuver where he caught her before she fell off a building. Whether her wings could have saved her from the twelve story drop without injury is debatable, but the grabbing her wrist in time isn't. His action changed her perceptions of him, which he reflects back at her. The pair are very different in all so many ways that have kept any attraction previously at bay, but…
Another glance confirmed. He was male. Which brought back flashes of handsy Teri, our passion hours ago, and what I had found she had missing, that which he had. The voice in my head asserted, Reasonably Cute. Available, too.
My heart thudded. Oh, flap.
He stood, dusted himself off, then approached. I scooted the chair back, the legs making a muted shriek, until it struck the wall. I threw my wings back against the wall, feeling immediately silly to have felt intimidated. This was Shugh. Nice. The gender chameleon. Blended in with the women. Soft. Feminine wear, accessories, hair—when up. Easy to accept as she.
He said, "My face is up here."
I looked up from his hips as he squatted down, my face heating up. He didn't hide his biological gender beyond depilating, which alleviated the sense he misrepresented himself. But in my mental state, any reminder that I might appreciate his maleness…
Now at eye level, I glanced away from his green eyes. His blond hair, unfashionably long for either gender now that it was down to his hips, fluffed and waved in the breeze as if it wanted to clothe him from behind. He added, "You've been the only one who's been unwaveringly supportive of me after that day with the gateway. I can't express how much I appreciate that."
I nodded.
"Being supportive and protective is attractive," he added, a comment that reflected my mood—and for me was unquestionably true—as I stood, crowding him back.
His right hand ended up at my navel…
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#EroticMusings 2026.10.02 — Week 70 (September 27-30) Culture: What does arousal mean to you? Share an example from your work of arousal stemming from something other than someone else's physical appearance.
[I think this post is SFW, but consider the prompt and innuendo. —RS]
Instead of quoting a dictionary, I'll define the word thusly:
Arousal; noun, state of being. A waking to a contextually defined stimulus that draws interest consciously, subliminally, or autonomically.
I see the word as a psychological term. The word requires adjectives to imply less seemly narratives. Speaking of which, in the following #excerpt from Reluctant Courier (for the Mob) it isn't to difficult to deduce what interests Bolt, a day angel woman with wings, and her friend, Shugh.
Beyond that!
Sheesh!
He (or she if we use modern pronouns) is wingless but very human, and he just saved her from a bonehead maneuver where he caught her before she fell off a building. Whether her wings could have saved her from the twelve story drop without injury is debatable, but the grabbing her wrist in time isn't. His action changed her perceptions of him, which he reflects back at her. The pair are very different in all so many ways that have kept any attraction previously at bay, but…
Another glance confirmed. He was male. Which brought back flashes of handsy Teri, our passion hours ago, and what I had found she had missing, that which he had. The voice in my head asserted, Reasonably Cute. Available, too.
My heart thudded. Oh, flap.
He stood, dusted himself off, then approached. I scooted the chair back, the legs making a muted shriek, until it struck the wall. I threw my wings back against the wall, feeling immediately silly to have felt intimidated. This was Shugh. Nice. The gender chameleon. Blended in with the women. Soft. Feminine wear, accessories, hair—when up. Easy to accept as she.
He said, "My face is up here."
I looked up from his hips as he squatted down, my face heating up. He didn't hide his biological gender beyond depilating, which alleviated the sense he misrepresented himself. But in my mental state, any reminder that I might appreciate his maleness…
Now at eye level, I glanced away from his green eyes. His blond hair, unfashionably long for either gender now that it was down to his hips, fluffed and waved in the breeze as if it wanted to clothe him from behind. He added, "You've been the only one who's been unwaveringly supportive of me after that day with the gateway. I can't express how much I appreciate that."
I nodded.
"Being supportive and protective is attractive," he added, a comment that reflected my mood—and for me was unquestionably true—as I stood, crowding him back.
His right hand ended up at my navel…
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
Class / Relic
“There's a whole class of resurrection gifts. For instance, I know a girl who can resurrect someone out of a human relic. Like, a toe bone is enough. She does religious martyrs and archaeological sites.”
#writever #writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Class / Relic
“There's a whole class of resurrection gifts. For instance, I know a girl who can resurrect someone out of a human relic. Like, a toe bone is enough. She does religious martyrs and archaeological sites.”
#writever #writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Class / Relic
“There's a whole class of resurrection gifts. For instance, I know a girl who can resurrect someone out of a human relic. Like, a toe bone is enough. She does religious martyrs and archaeological sites.”
#writever #writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Teacher / Apple
"Everyone has their miraculous gift. Mine is managing to reveal theirs to others. But I don't play old school teacher with the apple on the desk. Revelation is always painful. It will be for you and me both."
#writever #Writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Teacher / Apple
"Everyone has their miraculous gift. Mine is managing to reveal theirs to others. But I don't play old school teacher with the apple on the desk. Revelation is always painful. It will be for you and me both."
#writever #Writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Teacher / Apple
"Everyone has their miraculous gift. Mine is managing to reveal theirs to others. But I don't play old school teacher with the apple on the desk. Revelation is always painful. It will be for you and me both."
#writever #Writober #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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#PennedPossibilities 1143: SC POV: Write a diary entry, dated [dozen] years in the future. (If you can.)
[Since these people count in dozens and dodecades, and ten is considered a vanity counter, I modded the prompt for verisimilitude. Yes, this SC in the current WIP (an MC elsewhere) does enjoying doing the girly early teen act—still—as she works to not to let her fungible ethics seem a little bit evil. —RS]
Yep. Calendar verifies. Been exactly one dozen years since Peaceful Forest Stripes prevented my latest crazy save-even-your-enemies maneuver from permanently killing me once more, and then I showed Rainy Days a thing or two she hasn't given me guff about.
Yet. Certainly not letting her read my dairy. Noooo…
I got saddled with way too much responsibility, or course, way more than I ever wanted, practiced my tricks until I mastered them, finally, only to find a whole class of new tricks to study, and, miraculously, I'm still alive!!! Not admitting the other close calls. Not gonna. (Too many, mostly fun in retrospect. Learned so much!)
Whatevs.
But, still, for all those who, "You have a death wish:"
[Dots of dried spittle stain the page.]
I. Am. Still. Alive!
To be clear, those dots in that blank area are from a long lasting raspberry accompanied by plenty of rude noises.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #thriller #romance
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1143: SC POV: Write a diary entry, dated [dozen] years in the future. (If you can.)
[Since these people count in dozens and dodecades, and ten is considered a vanity counter, I modded the prompt for verisimilitude. Yes, this SC in the current WIP (an MC elsewhere) does enjoying doing the girly early teen act—still—as she works to not to let her fungible ethics seem a little bit evil. —RS]
Yep. Calendar verifies. Been exactly one dozen years since Peaceful Forest Stripes prevented my latest crazy save-even-your-enemies maneuver from permanently killing me once more, and then I showed Rainy Days a thing or two she hasn't given me guff about.
Yet. Certainly not letting her read my dairy. Noooo…
I got saddled with way too much responsibility, or course, way more than I ever wanted, practiced my tricks until I mastered them, finally, only to find a whole class of new tricks to study, and, miraculously, I'm still alive!!! Not admitting the other close calls. Not gonna. (Too many, mostly fun in retrospect. Learned so much!)
Whatevs.
But, still, for all those who, "You have a death wish:"
[Dots of dried spittle stain the page.]
I. Am. Still. Alive!
To be clear, those dots in that blank area are from a long lasting raspberry accompanied by plenty of rude noises.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #thriller #romance
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1143: SC POV: Write a diary entry, dated [dozen] years in the future. (If you can.)
[Since these people count in dozens and dodecades, and ten is considered a vanity counter, I modded the prompt for verisimilitude. Yes, this SC in the current WIP (an MC elsewhere) does enjoying doing the girly early teen act—still—as she works to not to let her fungible ethics seem a little bit evil. —RS]
Yep. Calendar verifies. Been exactly one dozen years since Peaceful Forest Stripes prevented my latest crazy save-even-your-enemies maneuver from permanently killing me once more, and then I showed Rainy Days a thing or two she hasn't given me guff about.
Yet. Certainly not letting her read my dairy. Noooo…
I got saddled with way too much responsibility, or course, way more than I ever wanted, practiced my tricks until I mastered them, finally, only to find a whole class of new tricks to study, and, miraculously, I'm still alive!!! Not admitting the other close calls. Not gonna. (Too many, mostly fun in retrospect. Learned so much!)
Whatevs.
But, still, for all those who, "You have a death wish:"
[Dots of dried spittle stain the page.]
I. Am. Still. Alive!
To be clear, those dots in that blank area are from a long lasting raspberry accompanied by plenty of rude noises.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #thriller #romance
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1143: SC POV: Write a diary entry, dated [dozen] years in the future. (If you can.)
[Since these people count in dozens and dodecades, and ten is considered a vanity counter, I modded the prompt for verisimilitude. Yes, this SC in the current WIP (an MC elsewhere) does enjoying doing the girly early teen act—still—as she works to not to let her fungible ethics seem a little bit evil. —RS]
Yep. Calendar verifies. Been exactly one dozen years since Peaceful Forest Stripes prevented my latest crazy save-even-your-enemies maneuver from permanently killing me once more, and then I showed Rainy Days a thing or two she hasn't given me guff about.
Yet. Certainly not letting her read my dairy. Noooo…
I got saddled with way too much responsibility, or course, way more than I ever wanted, practiced my tricks until I mastered them, finally, only to find a whole class of new tricks to study, and, miraculously, I'm still alive!!! Not admitting the other close calls. Not gonna. (Too many, mostly fun in retrospect. Learned so much!)
Whatevs.
But, still, for all those who, "You have a death wish:"
[Dots of dried spittle stain the page.]
I. Am. Still. Alive!
To be clear, those dots in that blank area are from a long lasting raspberry accompanied by plenty of rude noises.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #thriller #romance
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory