She had finally managed to bang out that final paragraph on Jung and "the shadow". Interesting concept. Resonant on a few levels. But she postulated that that was the point of this reoccurring psychological archetypes. They wouldn't be so easily conveyed if they didn't hold true in the minds of the average human. The essay had been submitted four minutes to midnight after a coffee-fueled Friday evening that capped off her coffee-fueled week.
Six papers. Minimum 1600 words. By the gods.
Though even with this final nail in the coffin of what they (most likely ironically) called "dead week", she couldn't find a way to calm herself as she walked back to her dorm. She couldn't rationalize away the idea that she had messed up. Managed her time poorly. Maybe didn't read an integral piece of the syllabus.
Ugh. A whole week as "responsible public productive Lilith". How she yearned to go back to "flirtatious domineering private Lilith". Park herself in her dorm. Just...tease Simon all day or something. Tape him to her thigh. Something.
She needed a bath, she decided, strolling down the halls and scanning a familiar row of doors. She stopped at hers and fished her key out of her strained jeans pockets, her body mostly on autopilot.
Not a shower. No. A bath. With candles. And foofy aromatic soaps she never found the time to use. Honesty a cherry-scented mineral wash with a few scented candles sounded utterly rapturous.
She spotted Simon on the way in, slouched over his desk over a carpet of papers he seemed to have formed over the past eight hours. She couldn't make out his tiny handwriting from across the room, but she figured he was amassing a collection of equations and scientific concepts to absorb over the next few days.
Probably best not to disturb him.
Though her imagination teased her with the prospect of having Simon join her for this week's end cooldown bath. Maybe drop him on a sponge and cover him in soap. Then use him to wash herself. She nearly came to a complete stop as she visualized him passing over her glistening breast in a collection of suds, gently rubbing against her sensitive-OKAY BAD LILITH.
She kept herself walking, trying to just focus on this bath plan that she had now set into motion.
First came the jeans. She always marveled how much she could pack into them.
Then came her sweater. She shook herself free of her woolen prison and pulled it past the contours of her heaving chest, the two mounds of vanilla-toned flesh slamming down under their own weight, straining the straps of her bra even further. Her dulled nerves and resistance to pain kept the discomfort low, thankfully. But it still pinched her here and there.
Immediately the cool air brushed against her exposed flesh, and she smiled for a moment as she indulged in the liberating sensations of a sudden release from captivity. Her pronounced curves were no longer contained by constrictive denim or heavy wool, and she felt her immensities bounce and quake in place against the chilled winter air.
It wasn't too late, she thought. He would look so tiny on a sponge. So cute treading water in the bath. Maybe if Lilith put him in first, so he would have to swim to safety as she dropped herself menacingly from above into the water. Where would he end up? She pondered it for a moment.
Ugh. She needed a hobby. Or some kind of other compulsion. Maybe she'd take up working out. Get ripped. Try not to let these repressed urges bubble up every damn night.
She sauntered past Simon towards the bathroom, her stride less seductive and more exhausted. The water would be warm. The aroma would be pleasing. But by the time she had dried herself off it would be time to study again.
Savor it, she told herself. You're almost there.
I'm bored. I'm tired. I'm in between dead week and finals. This was a cooldown drawing. I like it. It's fine. I wrote about Lilith being Lilith. I did stuff. Now I'm fucking done. Good night. See you in a week.
aww cute little story
Ugh, multiple papers due... the one thing I don't miss about my college days. -.-;; Good luck with your results, friend!
Lilith loves to "tease" Simon lol
+W+ Gotta Love the good ole lilith<3
I love it. good luck during finals!!
Curves for miles... *puts on shades* ... Curves... for miles... Far out man- Far out.
MMmmmmmm dat seductive description of her clothes gettin' off from containing all dat massive curviness of her <3
I really liked the picture and loved the story haha (I'm a writer, I like reading words people put effort into). Anyway, who's the Simon character, if you don't mind me asking. Is he a miniature person? Because it seemed like she was giant compared to him (which is pretty sexy!). Anyway, I enjoyed how Lilith's mind wandered from "real life" to dirty thoughts and then back again. Very cool little piece.
Simon is Lilith's roomate. I've got this little running story that gets on and off development over time. He's about four inches tall while she's a standard 5'8".
So, uh, yeah. Uh, thanks man. Glad you enjoyed it.
So, uh, yeah. Uh, thanks man. Glad you enjoyed it.