Horny Hump Day—Malchen and Pali

My What’s Up Wednesday post is here.

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

Welcome back to Horny Hump Day, a weekly hop where writers share three erotic sentences of a book or WIP. I’m now sharing from a hiatused WIP with the horribly unoriginal working title Malchen and Pali, one of my two unconventional 1950s romances. The existing material hasn’t had much editing or fleshing-out yet.

Nineteen-year-old Malchen (Amalia) and 21-year-old Pali have started making out on the purple sofa at Pali’s new rented house, and Pali has removed her bra and blouse. Malchen is barely five feet tall, has very petite proportions, and doesn’t even have a full A cup, but Pali doesn’t care about any of that.

Kisédes is a Hungarian term of endearment roughly translated as “sweetheart.”

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Malchen slowly reached for the buttons on his shirt, her fingers trembling, then drew back her hands.

“Go ahead, you can do whatever you want to me,” he smiled. “I’ll still respect you, kisédes.”

Horny Hump Day—Malchen and Pali

My What’s Up Wednesday post is here.

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

Welcome back to Horny Hump Day, a weekly hop where writers share three erotic sentences of a book or WIP. I’m now sharing from a hiatused WIP with the horribly unoriginal working title Malchen and Pali, one of my two unconventional 1950s romances. The existing material hasn’t had much editing yet, mostly only on pieces I’ve shared for Six Sentence Sunday.

Nineteen-year-old Malchen (Amalia) has gone to visit 21-year-old Pali at the house he’s started renting, and after supper, they moved into the living room and started making out. For the moment, Malchen forgets about the danger of Pali discovering the surgical scar on her stomach and abdomen, and lets him round second base.

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Pali began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, his fingers shaking. As soon as he’d undone all her buttons, he reached around back to unhook the embarrassingly small Maidenform she barely made a dent in. Pali’s eyes lit up and he smiled an awestruck grin at her at his first sight of her abnormally small breasts, the kind of smile she’d assumed was reserved for more womanly proportions.

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My basic, very short-form working synopsis:

No one ever thought skirt-chasing playboy Pali would ever settle down for just one woman, let alone that sweet little Malchen would be the one to steal his heart and make him never want another woman again. But Malchen fears this is all too good to be true and that Pali will leave her once he finds out about what was done to her at Janowska. Pali is desperate to have a bunch of little Weisses, and Malchen knows she can’t have children. Will Malchen ever find the courage to tell him her secret, and will Pali stay or go if he learns his love was sterilized?

Horny Hump Day—Malchen and Pali

Happy Shavuot!

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

Welcome back to Horny Hump Day, a weekly hop where writers share three erotic sentences of a book or WIP. I’m moving over to one of my hiatused WIPs, with the terribly unoriginal working title Malchen and Pali. It’s one of my unconventional 1950s romances (the other being the hiatused Newark Love Story). This one features Amalia von Hinderburg (Malchen) and Paul Weiss (who goes by his Hungarian nickname Pali), and is set from 1951-54. Some readers may remember them from Six Sentence Sunday.

In this scene, it’s April 1952 and 19-year-old Malchen has gone to visit 21-year-old Pali at the house he’s just started renting. After dinner, they move to the purple sofa in the living room, where Pali starts talking about his plans for decorating the house. As he’s talking, his voice trails off.

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Malchen thought nothing of it when Pali leaned over to kiss her, but her heartbeat quickened when, after coming up for air, Pali turned his attentions to kissing her neck and slid his hands under the back of her blouse. 

“You don’t mind this, do you?”  he whispered.

Malchen shook her head, her skin tingling at the sensations of Pali’s fingertips making little circles on her back.

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My working synopsis:

No one ever thought skirt-chasing playboy Pali would ever settle down for just one woman, let alone that sweet little Malchen would be the one to steal his heart and make him never want another woman again. But Malchen fears this is all too good to be true and that Pali will leave her once he finds out about what was done to her at Janowska. Pali is desperate to have a bunch of little Weisses, and Malchen knows she can’t have children. Will Malchen ever find the courage to tell him her secret, and will Pali stay or go if he learns his love was sterilized?

WeWriWa—“I’ll show myself out”

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, where participants share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. I’ve been sharing from a hiatused WIP with the working title Malchen and Pali, an early 1950s love story between two young immigrants with somewhat different wartime experiences.

Pali came to America in 1942 via Switzerland, before his native Hungary was occupied by the Nazis, thus escaping the worst. Malchen was unable to leave occupied Europe, and eventually went through six camps by the age of twelve and a half. She’s just told Pali they shouldn’t get married because she was sterilized, and begged him to find someone new, someone who can have kids.

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Malchen got up. “I’ll show myself out.  And you must surely realize that we shouldn’t ever see each other again.”

Pali stood dumbfounded as she ran to the door and went out into the night, running down the darkened streets.  After several seconds that seemed like years, he left the house too and began running after her, calling her name.  In the dark he lost sight of her, and began running up and down side streets trying to find her, all the while having to push past trick-or-treaters in his way.

Fifteen minutes later he found her crumpled up on the grassy part of the curb, sobbing hysterically, her face turned against a tree.  She refused to look at him when he gently touched her on the shoulder.

WeWriWa—“No little Weisses?”

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, where participants share 8 sentences of a book or WIP. I’ve been sharing from a hiatused WIP with the working title Malchen and Pali, an early 1950s love story set in the fictional Atlantic City neighborhood I first created over 21 years ago.

It’s Halloween 1952, and 21-year-old Pali (Paul) Weiss has just proposed to 19-year-old Malchen (Amalia) von Hinderburg. Malchen has been painted into a corner and finally has no choice but to confess that she doesn’t think they should get married because she can’t have kids, at least not to her knowledge, with the current technologies. She’s just told Pali the chilling details of the forced sterilization she received in the camps as a young girl.

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Pali looked absolutely devastated. “No little Weisses?  Just the two of us?”

“You’ll get those little Weisses, but not with me.  You’re a lone survivor.  You’re still plenty young and can easily find someone new.  I’m sorry I have to break both of our hearts, but it’s in our own best interests.  I’m sorry I wasted so much of your time and led you to believe I could have children.”