Monday’s Music: NIN

Today’s song is from Nine Inch Nails. My best friend in college and I used to drive around with this song blaring.

My flash fic will be below; be sure to add your own, or a scene from an existing work that you think fits.

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at

4 thoughts on “Monday’s Music: NIN”

  1. The siren’s hips shook as her sailor took her from behind, his cock deeply implanted into her eager cunt. Her blue-black fingernails tore into the sea rock she clutched, and the ocean mist clung to her bouncing breasts.

    Liquid pools of silver gleamed as she turned to peer over her shoulder at the mortal, but her ethereal monotonousness was lost on the brawny hero. He shook with the passion of his own thrusts, grasping her hips desperately and pounding her flesh with his own.

    When her brethren crawled up the rock to nip at his buttocks, to lick his balls as they bounced against her, to clutch and claim him he did not even waver. And even as they dragged him into their lair, he continued to fuck the sweet monster.

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