I hung on to this part for while but then I realised this story wasn’t advancing because it was finished. As it was. All 5581 words of it.
Sienna felt like her day had taken on a surreal turn. She was sitting on her couch with a man she’d had a crush on for near on ten years, a man she’d dreamed about countless times, a man she hadn’t seen in five years because he had moved away with his girlfriend-now-fiancée the day after giving her the best kiss of her life.
Suddenly his fingers on her neck were burning her skin and not in a sexy way. She moved so she could face him, and his hand dropped onto the back of the couch. He looked as nervous as she was. Continue reading
I started yet another new story (or 3)… This one features a couple a lot older than my usual characters, they’re in their 60s and meet on a plane. I wrote some detailed notes and characters profiles and I hope I can see it through.
Last week Emma and I went to a ‘Writing Elegant Erotica’ workshop and the lady running the workshop made us do a writing exercise that sparked 1000 odd words. I may write more. It’s a second chance story.
RL is kicking me in the teeth, essays and annotated bibliography sparking meltdowns. Not seeing how I’ll survive year 3 of my studies at this point.
In better news, I have a new favourite author, Stefanie London. Loved her DARE book, Unmasked and the free short-ish story she published for free on the Harlequin website. I also just read her novella “Loving the Odds” and I’m hooked. And we started watching Mayans M.C. and phoar! hello sexy man!
So… They did the sex.
Now they need to do the talking.
Emily is not a fan of the talking.
Alas, it needs to be done.
Before more sexy times…
Richie heard the message tone and when he checked his phone he found that Maddie had sent him a funny photo of her and Tamara at the big corrugated iron elephant at the zoo. It made him smile and he showed Emily who was sitting next to him on the couch, eating her Teriyaki chicken on rice.
After the pharmacy they’d decided to get some sushi on the way to her house so they didn’t have to go out again. They’d also stopped at the supermarket to get condoms, following a brief, not-as-awkward-as-he-had-imagined chat. They were on the verge of fixing things between them, it seemed counterproductive to tempt fate for a second (or third) time. Continue reading
I like to have a fully written chapter as buffer before I share one with you guys, but the last one was so emotionally charged (I heard it made some people cry…) that I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging for too long.
Just so you know, Wade is not in fact blind drunk in the backyard… Nor is he a violent drunk.
He’s feeling very lost at the moment, poor man, and he was too lost in thought to remember about that bottle he brought out from the kitchen.
It’s been a long and emotional day for all of them.
*** WARNING ***
this is a very smutty chapter.
“I’m gonna go to bed, Mum,” Abi said as they walked in the house after dropping Nico home. She looked very jumpy and kept sneaking glances towards the kitchen.
“Okay, honey.” Celia could understand Abi’s reluctance to see her dad after he’d ripped into her earlier. She wrapped her arms around the teenager. “I love you. And your dad does too. He’ll come around, he just needs some time to get used to the idea that his baby girl is no longer a little girl.”
“I know, it’s just…” Abi sighed. “I love you, Mum. Please tell Dad I love him and that I’m sorry I disappointed him. Good night.”
“Good night, honey.” Celia let go of her daughter and watched her make her way down the hallway to her bedroom before she went looking for her husband. Continue reading
There it is.
The chapter I lost and had to write again from near scratch (I’d texted bits of dialogue to my wife so I was able to recover that).
Wade can feel there is something his wife and teenage daughter are hiding from him, but he didn’t expect exactly how his world is about to be flipped upside down.
It got darker than I had anticipated.
Something was going on.
Wade wasn’t quite sure what yet, but he was good at reading body language—a skill that came in handy in his line of work as a lawyer—and the way his wife and their teenage daughter were exchanging glances and clearly having one of their silent conversations when they thought he wasn’t looking left him in no doubt that they were hiding something.
He’d had a great afternoon with the boys at the water park, for their weekly dose of ‘man time’ as they referred to it, then he’d taken them for ice cream. Celia had got home not long after them, without Abi who, he was told, was spending time with her boyfriend, Nico. Wade had gone for a run and, as he was turning onto their street on his way back, he had been surprised to see his sons wave at him from his mother-in-law’s car as they drove past. When he’d walked into the house Celia had told him Nico would be joining them for dinner and sent him off to have a shower after a kiss that caused Abi to fake dry-retching noises.
He’d come back downstairs to find Celia cooking her famous BBQ ribs and special slaw while Abi was getting started on caramel dumplings for pudding. While it wasn’t unusual for their sixteen-year-old daughter’s boyfriend to join them for dinner, the menu struck Wade as a bit out of the ordinary. Added to that the fact that Celia had sent the boys to spend the night at her parents’, something was definitely going on. What, he wasn’t quite sure yet. He knew they would tell him when they were ready; past experiences had taught him that pressing for an answer nearly always ended up in a lot of yelling, tears (theirs) and frustration (his).
So he got himself a beer and chatted with Nico after Celia shooed them out of the kitchen. The boy had a good head on his shoulders, all thanks to his mother and his stepfather, and he had a lot of plans for the future. He was also very respectful of Abi’s wishes and that helped Wade forget the two sixteen-year-olds were sexually active.
Ah yes, that had been a fun conversation… Continue reading
I finally finished re-writing chapter 3 of that story with all the babies, that my computer ate over 18 months ago…
I’m also on mid-semester break which means reading and knitting. Now if my elbow could stop hurting, that’s be great.
Emma is writing a new story. One that I gave her the bare bones of an idea for, seeing as I’m the ideas lady.
But this morning when I woke up I had words in my head. Words for her second chapter…
So here you go…
Who was this woman?
When he’d propositioned her in the kitchen Jack had half expected her to slap him in the face and storm off, calling him a pig. Instead she’d made propositions of her own that made his blood hot and his dick hard.
He looked around his bedroom, trying to see it in her eyes as she walked slowly along one of the walls, taking it all in. For the first time he felt shame. This woman, Ivy, deserved better than rumpled month-old sheets and naked girls posters. He could feel it in his gut.
She turned when she heard his muttered apology and smiled at him, shaking her head. Her smile went straight to his dick; if they didn’t get down and dirty soon he feared he wouldn’t be able to physically get out of his jeans, the steel rod between his legs impeding the undressing.
“Don’t be,” Ivy said and her smile got bigger. “It’s perfect.”
Jack stalked to where she was standing by the small window and grabbed her roughly by the hips, pressing his hard cock against her belly. He ate up her moan with his mouth as he plunged his tongue between her lips. Her fire burned him and he couldn’t get enough.