Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick

Words today: 5025 That's right. No typos, no extra digits. Five Thousand and Twenty-Five Words. Ghoul smut is where it's at, baby. To heck with Hastur and nightgaunts
Total words: 7025
Tyop du jour: "The lamp flame pains their skin with gold and cinnabar." Well, ghouls are a bit light sensitive.
Reason for stopping: I've written five thousand frickin' words, and my shoulders ache from my abominable desk posture. I'm so close to done, just a fight and a little denouement, but that must wait till the morrow.
Sustenance: Echinacea mint tea (both boys are sick) and pasta, heavy on the garlic.
Assistance: None.

I still need a title.

Beddy bed bed bed.

It is written

Ghoul smut is finished. Complete. Blessedly whole. The story weighs in at 8688, and will no doubt need serious pruning.

More updates to follow, after the line edit and wisdom of the beta readers.