What’s love got to do with it?

Okay, I probably read more into my weekend date than I should have, but what’s a broken-hearted girl to do?

The evening went well, we had some fun, laughed a lot, compared notes on the types of stories we liked, and what was wrong with the ones we didn’t, and we ended the evening with a quick kiss and the promise of a new friend and beta reader.

At least I got out of the house for something other than the weekly supermarket shop.

I also came home with several new ideas for erotic stories.

Not trusting my brain one little bit, I typed out some notes on each of the potential stories, and filed them under ‘future projects.’

After that, the only thing I could do was shower alone, and then retire to bed with my favorite latex toy and pretend somebody real was making me happy.

Should I give up on trying to find myself a soul mate?

Fantasising about sexual partners seems to be a more realistic option . . . for now.

In other news, I’m currently half-way through the first story of the new shifter series, which I’ve provisionally called ‘Shifter’s Legacy.’ It’s crammed full of hot sex (too much sex, maybe? Is there such a thing as too much sex?) between main character Nadia and her boyfriend (father to her first-born child), her best friend Laura (although Nadia’s doing her best to resist any girl-girl action), and three shifter champions who earned the right to bed Nadia once a year.

This doesn’t all happen in the same chapter, you understand. That would be too much (see musing notes in the previous paragraph). No, I’ve spread all that sex across four whole chapters, giving the poor reader a moment to catch their breath.

While all this is going on, the fourth book in the new Half-Breed (sci-fi) series is progressing nicely. Aurora has gone all Sarah Connor and is determined to take the fight back to the bad guys, in between seducing random strangers and absorbing their DNA using sex. If you’ve forgotten, Aurora can only suppress her alien physiology and remain (mostly) human by allowing different men to ‘breed’ her on a regular basis.

Oh, and she’s also sleeping with her fiancee’s identical twin.

When Aurora rides, she really rides (wink)!

The gay sideline of my shifter series hasn’t moved along much. I’m still treading carefully through the issue of avoiding any implication of under-age sex. Different parts of the world have very different ideas about what’s legal and what isn’t. Young guys’ urges tend to awaken long before it’s legal to act upon them, and my free-roaming shifters are no exception. But if I made them all over 21 before they saw any action, they’d be too old for an awakening story.

You see my problem . . .

Anyone who has any advice on this issue (apart from ‘drop the whole thing,’ please . . .) leave a comment below and help a struggling writer to figure this out.

Thank you in advance.

SSS from TBL1

This weeks Six (sorry, seven) Sentence Sunday is an extract from ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’.

Amber has volunteered her BFF Lucy into playing the ‘Kitty’ at an adult toys party – which means that Lucy gets to have all the toys demonstrated on her.

At this point in the story, a large strap-on dildo has been pulled from the demonstrator’s suitcase and a rather shy young woman called Honey has been volunteered to be on the receiving end of the toy.

A dozen women watch as Amber fits the dildo to Lucy, who takes up the story;

Within thirty seconds, the strap-on was fixed around my waist; the heavy testicles swinging between my legs, their weight feeling very peculiar.

“What’s you favourite position, Honey?” Amber asked.

“Ah…it’s usually missionary,” she said quietly. “But that’s with a man…” 

Her eyes glanced up and down my body and I knew that she felt uncomfortable at the idea of having a near-naked woman hovering over her.

“So, doggy-style, then,” Amber smiled, but Honey shook her head as she seemed to reach a decision. 

She lay back on the carpet, sliding her skirt up over her thighs to expose her neatly-trimmed pussy, which by this time was glistening with moisture.

“No, not doggy style,” she said, then smiled nervously, “Kitty style…I trust you.”

‘Read more of ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’ – at Amazon.co.uk. and Amazon.com.

SSS from TBL1

This week’s Six (and a bit) Sentence Sunday is an extract from ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’ – now available from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Lucy is standing before a dozen women at an adult toys party.  She’s just had a new type of discreet vibrator inserted into her and a mischievous woman called Sandy now has the remote control in her hand.  After teasing poor Lucy for a few moments, she decides to try out a particular mode on the remote;

Sandy pressed her thumb to one of the buttons and strong, rippling pulses throbbed up through my pussy, making me gasp.

It felt as if something was sliding up inside me, buzzing as it went.

With each rising pulse, I found myself lifting up onto my toes, almost as if my body was instinctively trying to avoid the intrusion.

The next button she pressed added to the sensation, except that this time, the rising pulse was followed by a descending one;  I imagined the tiny vibrator sliding up inside me, then slipping back down again.

It felt like… the next best thing to being fucked without having to spread my legs.

“Ooo… leave it there for a moment, Sandy,” Amber cooed as her hand caressed my upper thigh. “I think she likes that.”

If a man woke up as a woman…

Following on from my last post…

If a man was to wake up one Saturday morning as an adult female, with a timer nearby counting backwards 23:59:44; 23:59:43… (to assure him that it wasn’t permanent) what do you think he would do with his remaining hours?

Think quickly because his time is running out.

Here’s a couple to start you off – and this is purely speculation;

1) He’d immediately strip off his jammies and stare at himself in the bedroom mirror.  Probably for hours.

2) He’d phone the nearest veg shop and get them to send round a corn cob, a cucumber…anything!

3) Once he’d reduced the fruit and veg to a sticky pulp, he’d probably Google the address of the nearest lesbian nightclub.

4) Out would come the camera for a hundred ‘I shot myself’ full-length mirror pics.

and finally….

5) He’d finally succeed in locating that elusive clitoris!

Annie

X

PS with regard to point 3, I assume he wouldn’t want an ordinary M/F tryst.  I couldn’t imagine ‘her’ wanting to lie beneath a guy.  I may be wrong…

SSS from TBL1 :)

This weeks Six Sentence Sunday teaser is from my forthcoming novella ‘The Bucket List (Part One) – due for release on March 1st.

Mischevious Amber has volunteered her shy BFF Lucy as the demonstration model at an Adult toys party.  At this point in the story, a large black vibrator has been sprayed with ‘Cat on Heat’ – a stimulant that reacts with vaginal secretions to produce heat and provide Lucy with a more realistic sensation of penetration.  We pick up the story as Amber is slipping the treated vibrator past her friend’s wet lips…

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The heated rod that was the black dildo filled me slowly, stretching me and sending pulsing waves of heat through my entire body. 

My eyes fluttered closed and the black Adonis that was fucking me filled my mind’s eye, white teeth smiling gently down on my flushed face. 

He thrust again, filling me until I thought I would burst from the pressure of his massive cock, the swollen head forcing its way past my clenching muscles, rubbing them again and again until they burned with red heat. 

His deep, dark eyes gazed down at me as he shifted his hips back and forth, filling me with his gorgeous, hot cock and I let loose a long, deep groan of appreciation. 

I lifted my legs for him, my heels seeking his back to draw his beautiful shaft deeper into me  but my feet found only empty air. 

The fantasy shattered – my eyes snapped open, revealing an eager circle of impressed women all staring at my wanton body; my exposed wet pussy, now stuffed full of black latex. 

Annie