Sexy, unedited snippet from ‘Beauty and the Biker’

I have been putting my 750 words first in the day, after breakfast and meditation, but today I just seemed to forget and was working on my Etsy shop (see the ‘Day Job’ tab for more info about that) before I realized that, OOPS! gotta get my words in.

So I hit the word processor.  I am now up to 4525 words with ‘Beauty and the Biker’, 847 of that from today cruising through that halfway mark.

I need to find a work count widget for this blog so I can keep the word counts updated daily without having to make a post solely regarding the word counts.

Before I go here is a raw, unedited total first draft snippet of what I am working on.

“Maggie.”  The voice was a low growl and sounded as if it took real effort to get the syllables out.  “Go change.”

She looked down and felt herself pale.  She jean shorts she had were practically daisy dukes but now thanks to the rain they weren’t just short but plastered to her skin, not hiding anything.  Her thin, yellow t-shirt now looked painted on and the material was leaning towards translucent, her pink lacey bra underneath visible, nipples stiffened by the chill.

As she looked up from under her lashes at Lance, her eyes wild, her mouth opened to say something, anything… but it was too late.  She saw his resolve to stand there like a statue – to be a gentleman – snap.

In two large strides he met her, one hand sliding into her loose bun and yanking out the hair tie, the other simultaneously pushing against the small of her back, bringing her closer to him.

That’s it for today.  I have a huge ‘To Do’ list that I need to get to so have a great day, all!

Occasionally Writing is Like Going to the Dentist

Man, today was rough! I woke up late, my neck, shoulders and back were tense (thank goodness for Yoga!!) and then the writing just wasn’t coming at ALL. I stuck with it though, determined to get my 500. The first 400 words were like the dentist sticking the needles in your gums, saying your going to feel a “pinch” but really meaning a “STAB”.

Then of course the weirdest thing happened; the flow hit. Ha. Writing is incredible! It took about 2 hours of hemming and hawing and letting myself get distracted to get 400 words. Then I write about 900 more in about 40 minutes.

I swear on my words and The Flow, writing it the best drug in the world. I love my alcohol, but nothing gets you high like writing, baby!

And, damn, there was some hot shit in there. Hmmmm… I really like Manuel. He’s a good Master for Corrine. I hope to have this story – in rough draft – finished tomorrow and ready for publication sometime next week.

Holy crap. I might have to go take advantage of my husband before he heads to school, ha!

Word Count: 1339

A Bit of Blahblah and a Little Naughty Cock Talk

Whew!  Last night I got around 2000 words done on the erotic short and this morning I worked on the edit.  I’m changing the name from “Wet Dues” to “Stranded Co-Worker”.  It’s ready for publication, I’m just waiting for the $ to purchase a photo then send it over to my cover artist.  This one is part of the “Time for a Change” series.

I’m already working on another in the same series, a currently untitled story  with: Office Sex, Male Dom, Light BDSM,  and Light Anal Play.  I do love me some rough and bossy men!  Ha.

Last but not least I am working on a couple of free stories for this blog.  I’ll have a separate tab for them once I have at least one ready and then the tab will have links to the stories as separate blog posts.  I’ll keep the most current one(s) on top.  Nothing better than a free erotic story to show what a writer is capable of.

Speaking of showing, here’s a really short bit from the story I finished up last night:

His large hand came down around my throat, eliciting a whimper from me, but he was surprisingly gentle. His thumb caressing my skin in long, smooth strokes. I shut my eyes. “Those little noises drive me nuts, Hannah.”

His naked body pressed into me, pushing the bathroom door shut again. This time the click was deafening. “That was more than a couple seconds.” His breath was on my lips. “Tell me you want to leave right now, Hannah.” His hand slid to my collarbone. “I’ll let you go if you just say that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” I whispered.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his. I felt a tear escape. He stared at my face, his eyes lidded and lustful. His hand slid slowly up my neck and into my hair. He tugged, pulling my lips harshly to his. He kissed me hard, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip then his tongue over-powering mine. I moan, I can’t help it, and my arms wrap around his waist. He breaks the kiss, but kept his hand in my hair.

Pushing his body into mine I feel his thick cock through the robe.

“Fucking hell, Hannah. You have no idea what you do to men, do you?”

Well, that’s it for now, folks!