Wish me luck

Sometime life hits you hard, and a person can imagine that they’ll never be hapy again, that they might never love again.

And yet, fate sometimes throws us a lifeline in the most unexpected way.

Today, I was delivering some paperwork, and I started chatting to a friendly twenty-something woman of Indian descent.

(Not her, but enough like her)

It turned out we have a lot in common, from our families’ origins, to our adherence to (and discarding of) traditional culture. We both suffered a crushing heartbreak, and neither of us is really looking for anybody, but for the first time in a long time, I was able to open up to somebody.

Turns out, she’s also dabbled in writing, although she prefers to read adult stories, whereas I prefer to write them.

Long story short, I offered to send her some of my books. She said no, why I don’t I deliver them on Saturday night.

To her house!

And she’s cooking for me!

I offered to bring dessert, and she accepted.

If nothing else, I think I might have found a kindred spirit. If she turns out to be a soulmate, that’s be amazing.

But a friend would be enough for now.

In other news, My new Wolves of New Hampshire story is progressing well. Provisionally called Shifter’s Legacy, Nadia’s adventures post-Sammenføjning are revealing themselves to me, and the excitement of discovery is growing.

In case you didn’t already know, I’m a confirmed pantser (I only plot the most basic elements of a story), which makes writing extra special for me. The story emerges line by line, which is always an adventure.

The downside of this process is, predictably, I have no real idea how the story will progress.

But that’s the exciting part!

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Wish me luck.

Is it just me that takes notes during sex?

From that title, you’re probably imagining me lying underneath a guy with a spiral notebook in my hand.

That’s just silly… my handwriting would be too shaky to read afterwards.

So what happened was this;

I was on the bed, beneath a lovely young guy and we were seconds away from penetration. He was hard and wet. I was ready and eager for him.

And then, instead of sliding into me, he points his most precious part downwards and begins slipping it across my wet skin and down between my cheeks.

It was odd – but it felt lovely. I thought ‘This is a new one for me… I must get Lucy or Amber to do this.’

I suddenly realised that I was actually memorising the position of his body, how far my legs were drawn up, how hard I was breathing as he moved on me and exactly how it felt to be exo-humped.

Am I the only one who takes mental notes during sex, or do a lot of women writers look for new ideas whilst between the sheets?

Please tell me I’m not alone in this…

Concerned, Annie

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SSS from TBL2

Today’s Six (seven) Sentence Sunday is an excerpt from the forthcoming ‘The Bucket List (Part Two) – Caught’, soon to be available from SteameReads.

Amber and Lucy are caught in the bed of a department store by a security guard, who immediately threatens to call the police.  Quick-thinking Amber offers him a glimpse of her body, but the guard is greedy for more.

At this point in the story, Amber has submitted to the store guard’s wishes and is partly undressed, having removed her blouse and her bra. BFF Lucy watches in horror as Amber is molested by the guard – his reward for not making the arrest official.

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After about thirty seconds of fondling Amber’s breasts, the guard straightened up as if he’d made a decision. 

“Stand up!” he snapped. 

Amber’s shoulders sagged minutely, but she rose to her feet and faced the big guard, who was now standing right in front of her.

“Take off the skirt,” he said. 

Amber complied, moving deliberately slowly, pulling down the short zip and shrugging the skirt off her hips where it slumped to the floor to pool around her ankles. 

“And the knickers – drop them.”

“Amber…” I whispered, my heart sinking into my shoes.

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Enjoy!

It’s aliiiive!

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16340884-the-bucket-list

I just found ‘The Bucket List Part One’ on Goodreads.

Wow! Wowwowowowowowow!

Darn, that makes me sound like a Yorkshire Terrier!

Anyway, I’m excited (if you couldn’t already tell).

After years of writing naughty stories for first my school friends (they giggled, but always wanted more), then to try to make ends meet, I finally get to see my name up in lights print.

Please note, dear reader, that the book won’t be available until March 1st.  But don’t worry, I will shout it from the rooftops.

Annie

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My first real story…

I’ve been writing erotica for quite some time now, ghostwriting a series of short stories between 4,000 and 8,000 words in length.

But I’ve just completed a longer project – a 15,000 novella with the working title of ‘The Bucket List’.

I’ve also provisionally tagged it as ‘Part One’ in the hope that the publisher will be interested in publishing further stories involving the same characters, my delicious mocha-skinned Amber and her girlfriend Lucy.

That’s girl friend as opposed to girlfriend, although they are very close. *Winks*

The Bucket List story / stories feature a ‘do before we die’ list that was created one wine-soaked night by the two girls, although Lucy had since forgotten all about it.

But Amber hadn’t.  She uses the list to prepare (in the first book) a surprise based  on the list;

“You remember number seven?” Amber whispered.  I [Lucy] frowned, trying to remember the nonsense we’d penned whilst giggling over the glasses of red. 

“Having sex whilst skydiving?” I guessed.

“No, silly,” Amber chuckled.  “Acting as the demonstration model at a vibrator party.”

And so the story unfolds;

 

 

Annie