Ramblings

I was going strong with writing. I had written over 19k words in just a few weeks for the Oli and Ani story. I had been working on a story for over a year and only gotten 15k done in that tie period. Which is sad because its an amazing story...in my head at least. A while ago i read a book called 'Book in a Month' by Victoria Lynn Schmidt, it says that while writing your first rough draft to just Write...and not worry about mistakes or it not being in-depth enough. I, for some reason, couldn't seem to take that advise on my Jinx story. But its working for Oli and Ani. I know that ill need to go back through and re-write and lengthen a lot of it, but right now its just about getting it out of my head and on to paper. i can perfect it later. So, why couldn't i do it for my other book? Maybe i can...who knows. but I'm pretty sure that after Oli and Ani I'm going to start a different project...I have a few stories that have been nagging at me that I'm really excited about!

I'm so proud of this scene I wrote today I had to post it here!

This is from my Oli and Ani story. Oli is a 16 year old exchange student and Ani is the 26 year old aunt of the host family. Oli wants her, Shes reluctant for obvious age reasons...

Oli turned the water off and stood dripping in the tub as he watched Ani bend over to dry her legs. Oli bit back a groan. “Do you think she can tell?”


“What?”

Ani stood and turned to look at Oli, “Do you think Jess can tell that whenever you get around me your dick gets hard but as soon as you so much as hear her voice you go limp?”

Oli thought back on the way Jess acted and said, “No. She has no idea.”

“Are you enjoying this? Getting enough material stored up for later?”

Oli stepped out of the tub, moving too quickly for Ani to be able to properly react and lifted her onto the counter. She gasped in shock as Oli grabbed hold of her knees and forced them apart. He swooped down and licked up the length of her shaved pussy.

“Shit! OLI” she yelled as she shoved at him. Oli stood and grabbed Ani’s throat pushing her up against the mirror. Her eyes went wide.

“I got enough material the other night when I finger fucked you on the piano bench.” He looked into her shocked face and shook his head incredulously, “I’m not a scared little boy, Ani. I’m not afraid to touch you, to hurt you. I want you, Ani, and I’m going to fuck you. When you’re ready I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to hurt. And you’re going to like it. And when you scream I’m going to cover your mouth and make you scream harder. So get ready, Ani, because that day is coming.” He let go of her but stayed close, “I know you’re in some kind of trouble, Ani. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped the back of her head, he sighed heavily. “You come to me if you need anything.” Oli looked pointedly at her, when she said nothing Oli yanked on her hair making her suck in her breath. Ani bit her lip and nodded reluctantly.

I'm over 15k words into writing this story and things are getting more Riskay by the minute. Now I must go back to writing these two, I left them a little hot and bothered and fresh from a shower.... 

His

As soon as our eyes met everything faded, the room, the crowd. My heart thudded loudly and I knew he could hear it. His eyes flashed with a need and hunger I had never seen in him before. And it only excited me more. He walked toward me; his intentions clear in his movements. Between one breath and the next I was up against the wall, the hem of my long skirt shoved up and his fingers sliding deep inside me. His other hand grabbed my throat tightly and he lifted me off the ground so my core was level with his face. Without needing to be told I raised my hands and quickly grabbed the ledge above holding on tightly.


He wasted no time. His mouth was like fire, hot and glorious on my sensitive clit. His hand still worked inside me, pumping one finger in and out as he sucked my clit into his mouth adding teeth to the sensation. My back arched and my head fell back against the wall as my arms strained to myself up. Luckily I had the support of my thighs resting on his shoulders. Gods, this felt good.

His hand had dropped from my throat and began hefting up my shirt and pushing his hand under my bra. There was no gentleness about this man; he was nothing but rough edges and harsh planes. He squeezed my breast so tightly I screamed at the pleasure the pain brought. At the sound of my scream he added another finger to my pussy and started pumping harder, faster. He bit down on my clit holding it between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. I couldn’t take it; my mind and body went in to sensual overload. The pain felt too good and I couldn’t seem to control the screams and moans I was letting out. My body shuddered and my muscles clamped down on his fingers. Still he didn’t slow, he pushed through the tightness, teeth still holding my clit, he sucked on it painfully while taking my nipple in between his fingers and squeezing until I screamed again and shattered. My orgasm burst through me. He rode me through it, never faltering. My vision went black and my ears rang. I drew in breath after ragged breath until I could see again. As my orgasm subsided he roughly let me drop to the ground. As I slid down the wall he lifted my skirt to his face, wiping my juices from his mouth.

He pulled his fingers from me as my feet hit the floor. His clean hand gripping my jaw and clamping tightly, forcing my mouth open, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I gladly sucked them in tasting myself on him. I would have accepted anything he did to me. He rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes, breathing heavily. He let his fingers slip out of my mouth and relaxed his hand that was clamped on my jaw. The corner of his mouth quirked up and amusement lit his eyes. My breathing finally slowed and everything was coming back into focus. Realization hit. We were in a room crowded with people and everyone had just watched him use me. I stood there horrified, and the more my surroundings started to sink in the more horrified I became. I stared in shock at his growing smirk, knowing now that he had done this intentionally, that he was exerting his dominance and showing the world that no matter what happened or what I thought, I was and always would be His.

Dirty Scribbling

Dear Diary,


I saw him last night. I saw the boogyman. He crept into my room and told me not to be afraid. He said he wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. He said he’d be careful. I heard him open a wrapper but I didn’t see anything. I felt his hand on my side. It was cold. But it felt nice. He slid his hand down my body taking off my panties. He was starting to make me nervous. He pulled my shirt up over my breasts. He leaned down to one and put his mouth on it. I cried out then. But it wasn’t a bad cry. He said it was ok to do that, that it meant I liked it. It felt too good to talk. I didn’t know if I was supposed to like it. But I did. He sucked hard on the other one. It made a sharp feeling go through my stomach and tighten my insides. He touched me there. The place my panties usually covered. I wanted him to. It felt like I would die if he didn’t touch me there. He used his hand to rub circles over the sensitive area. His other hand pinched my nipple, the one his mouth wasn’t biting. I felt something go inside me. I pushed back on it wanting it to go in deeper. His mouth and hand let go of my nipples. I whimpered. His lips pushed against mine. He made my mouth open and pushed his tongue inside. I touched it with mine. It was wet and slippery and hot. I was making noises. He said he liked them. I felt his tongue slid down my stomach. It was cold where it was wet. He sucked on my sensitive area near where he was pushing inside me. My back arched off the bed. Lightning bolts went through my body and down to my toes. He kept sucking on it. He put more inside me. It felt bigger. I couldn’t stop moving my body on it. My body caught on fire. Not real fire he said, but it felt like it. It tingled all over, but in a good way. He said I was so wet. But I couldn’t be wet. I was on fire. He pushed my legs apart. He took the thickness out of me. The fire stopped. He climbed on top of my body and put his fingers in my mouth. He told me to suck on them. I did. They tasted sweet and salty. They were very wet. He put something big near my entrance. He pushed in a little. It felt good when he pulled back out. I wanted him to do it again. He did. He said it would hurt a little. But he said not to be afraid. He said to hold on to him and cry if I had to. He said he was sorry. Something pushed inside me. Something heavy and hard, but warm and painful. I bit him. I tried not to scream so I bit him. He said he wasn’t mad. He said he liked it. His body started moving on top of me. The pain inside my stomach stopped hurting and started to feel good. It was like the fire. He stuck his tongue in my mouth again. I sucked on it. He said he liked that too. The fire was burning me up. I couldn’t stop making noises. It felt like the fire overflowed and was all over me again. I could feel it in my toes. He said he felt it too and that he put it there. He asked me if I wanted to feel it again. I did. He rolled me over so I was on top of him. He told me to move my body till it felt good. I told him I was scared to. He sat up. I thought he was mad. He said he wasn’t. He grabbed my sides and pulled me off him. The lightning struck through my stomach again and I screamed. He told me to move like that. I kept doing it over and over. His mouth was on my nipple again. I felt his hand go down the crack of my butt. He said to relax. I felt his finger push in my butt. More lightning went through me. It hurt a little. He wiggled his finger a little. It made me want to slam down harder on him. So I did. The fire took over me again. I bit him. He screamed and wiggled his finger harder. The fire took my breath away. I squeezed him tight until it stopped. He pulled his finger out of me. He rolled me over and got off of me. He kissed me and told me I was a good girl. He asked me if I wanted him to come back the next night. I told him I did. He left. I lay around in my bed all night. My belly was still tight. I wanted the fire again. I wondered if my hand could rub the way his did. I tried it. But it didn’t work. I went to sleep so I could see him tomorrow. He said he’d be back. He said it was a secret. He said if anyone in the monastery knew that they would be mad. I told him I wouldn’t tell. He’s here—Shhh…

My first blog :)

I'm not much of a blogger but I figured I'd give it a whirl. I needed somewhere i could post things and not feel judged. I guess having my own blog will have it's perks, eh? I am an aspiring writer-wait...no, that's not right. I am a writer. I write daily. I am unpublished. Three years ago i picked up my first book and read like a maniac. I feel in love with the written word. after almost two years of reading any kind of paranormal book i could get my hands on i decided to start writing with a little shove from my sister. (OK a big shove) So for over a year now I've been slowly writing a particular story and i was trying to make it...more conservative. I didn't want it to be classified as Adult. i wanted teens to be able to read it. But then i went to the RT 2010 convention and it changed my writing life. I love reading erotica. I love foul language and i love rough alpha males. I cant help it. Its what i know and i decided i couldn't not write what i felt was right. So, I began again writing my story and inserting the things i felt needed to be in there. It's helped immensely, my story started flowing a lot better and i found myself having a lot more to say.
Then one day i randomly got a naughty scene in my head, just a random scene with a random couple that i didn't know...yet. I figured that after i wrote the scene out then i could get back to my original story. Fortunately these particular characters wouldn't let go and decided to form backgrounds and personalities and demanded to be written.
So i am now writing a story about a 16 year old German exchange student named Oli who comes to live with a family and meets their crazy aunt Ani who is 26. Yes i know it's weird to write an erotica story about a minor, but that's the fun of it.
Anyways, i have random scribblings that i am too afraid to post elsewhere due to the fact that my parents are my friends on Facebook and Myspace. So, this is where i will be posting them. If you cant stomach it, if you don't like foul language, if you don't like Sex...this is not the Blog for you so turn back now.