connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
In my story “Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places,” Florentine falls into lust and then love with Jamie. Her feelings are primal as depicted below:
‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair.
‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him.
‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’
No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted.
Her body wanted Jamie.
‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest.
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The look on Josephine’s face, let Eliza know something was off. The back of the dark-haired man facing the bartender, let her know that Josephine was trying to warn her.
Rafe did not turn around, and Eliza decided to bite the bullet. She knew that he was not going to be like she was when she saw Margaux unexpectedly. He and Oscar were like oil and water. But she decided that she was going to attack first.
She was not sure if Oscar recognized her fiancé, but she took his hand and then stood next to Rafe.
“Laphroaig neat,” she said to Josephine, and the smell of the smoky amber liquor warmed her.
Rafe put his arm about her waist.
“My phone traced you here,” he said softly. “I was in a cab, and I got out of it to find you.”
“Hi,” she whispered, and placed her hand around her glass. “I am here with Oscar.”
The smooth scotch evaporated on her lips. As she started growing older, Eliza liked her liquor neat. Plus Rafe and Oscar drank their drinks neat, and she picked it up from them.
Rafe turned around to look at Oscar. He looked much calmer than she had ever seen him look with Oscar before. He nodded curtly, and then looked back at Josephine. Rafe raised his empty glass.
Eliza’s lips were still swollen from kissing and though she had put herself together well enough, it was clear that she and Oscar had been intimate. She saw her face in a mirror in the distance, and the sight of her post-coital appearance aroused her.
Rafe looked at her, and she saw a smokiness in his eyes that competed with the smokiness of her scotch. The scent of smoke was redolent, and she was intoxicated by it.
Oscar grabbed her ass, and she looked at him. She looked at Rafe and Josephine. Josephine had a suggestion of a smile on her face.
Eliza took another sip of Laphroaig…
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When Tyler came to her apartment by himself, Nichy was startled. It was late, so it was clear what he was there for and she had just come out of the shower so she was ultra aroused.
She wrapped her legs about his waist, and he held her hips as he kissed her.
“You’re glad to see me!” he smiled.
Nichy stood on her bare feet again.
“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to fuck?”
Tyler looked at her, and Nichy was not sure what she read in his face. She felt that she had been abrasive to him.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you on your interview Nichy, but I wasn’t sure that you would be so receptive about seeing me…”
Nichy didn’t say anything, but she knew exactly what he meant. The same way that she had not expected to get so attached to Renee, she had not expected to get attached to Tyler. Being with him in their threesome, and being with him separately was mind-blowing. She was wrong to just act like he had come over there for something that she did not want too.
Her silence must have been loud, because Tyler kissed her and took off her robe before he even closed the door. He kicked the door behind him, and she wrapped her legs about his waist again.
In a heap on the floor, with her robe as a meager blanket, they lie panting and sweaty.
“You are so gorgeous when you come…” he breathed.
Nichy let her head fall on his chest. He was the expert now, he had seen her come several times.
You are such a poet!” Nichy said, rolling onto her side. Tyler followed her, pinning her underneath him. He held her face in his hands, and she thought that he was going to kiss her but he didn’t.
“You’re so beautiful…” he said.
She pursed her lips, thinking that he was going to kiss her, but he still didn’t. She looked in his eyes, and her breath caught.
The way that he looked at her stilled her. His eyes were warm and intense, and looked something like love. And it did not repulse her, it did not make her feel anything but a different type of emotion for him.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, and held his face. Still pinned beneath him, he kissed her. Their bodies uncurled and joined on top of her robe again.
Nichy wondered how beautiful he thought she was as she came again. She felt exhausted, because it was the second time she had come.
The second time that Tyler had made her come. It was more intense the second time, because there was nothing abrasive about her as she spread her legs for him. The emotion she felt for him was sweet and steady as their bodies moved together.
She stilled with pleasure, and held him close to her. Nichy was not able to move, she wanted to keep this moment as long as she could.
Gavin had called her from the airport. He would be back tomorrow, and she was going to have to figure out how she was going to sort everything out that had happened since he left.
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steam via wikipedia
Jillian did not have a type, she liked who she liked.
Loved who she loved.
Her head was on Adam’s lap, and he held her close. In the mirror opposite them, she could barely see him. Adam’s face was obscured by his beard and his long hair. Both of which she loved. He reminded her of Jim Morrison. He looked like he did not belong to the now, he looked like a modern hippie. She looked foreign on his lap, her hair pulled up and her formal work clothes.
Jillian could not really escape her job, but for the moment she was free. She had taken a company car to the bar and not their apartment, to be free with Adam.
Adam was a writer. He spent most of his days writing in the corner of their neighborhood bar. It was almost like their home. When she walked into the bar, he tucked his long brown hair behind his ears and rubbed his beard. Jillian took off her shoes, and crawled into the booth beside him. He pulled her close to him, and she curled up beside him. A glass of Jeunesse was placed on the table for her by their favorite waitress.
She was happy—her wine was on the table and her head was on Adam’s lap. Jillian felt when his hands left her for his other love…the sound of him tapping away on the keyboard soothed her nonetheless, she did not feel jealous.
She would possess him as his MacBook could not, she would become one with him. His MacBook could only feel the pressure of his fingertips—which was almost enough pleasure. But he would be one with her.
Pulling her legs up under her, she gripped his thigh, then let her hand trail up over his stomach and chest. Her fingers slipped inside of his shirt between buttons, and she let her fingers drift through his chest hair. Jillian loved the feeling of the hair on different parts of his body. She sat up, and even though she wanted to put her head on his shoulder, she did not. Her fingers ran over his beard, the same way he had run his fingers over it when he saw her.
This was why she did not have a type. She never liked men with beards until Adam. She had always liked very clean-cut guys, like most of the financial types that she worked with. But when she met Adam—who did not have a beard at that point, but very heavy stubble—she wanted him the moment she met him. Never in her life had she felt such a strong desire for anyone, but she did with him. And when he grew a beard, it was sexy to her because it was his.
He put his fingers over hers, and she saw their fingers entwined in the mirror and Jillian continued to caress his beard. She felt him respond to her touch as if her hands were lower, and his breath deepened. His beard was an erogenous zone for him, maybe because she sort of fetishized it.
Sort of…
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jim morrison via popularbeardstyles.com
I never write paranormal, but there is something a little paranormal about the connection my characters have with music in my story, “Crescendo” featured this week. Here is a sample of the crescendo in my story:
‘May I?’ he offered his right hand.
Regina pressed her hand still damp with red wine, to her chest, and nodded.
Keeping a polite, almost prudish distance from her, Noah put his hand on the small of her back. She looked up into his eyes and saw a playful smile Regina moved in closer, but Noah kept a distance between them. A bit confused, she looked down and then immediately realized why.
She felt a flush of warmth travel the entirety of her body when she realized her being close to him had made him hard, yet the feeling was also a combination of pride and protectiveness of him. She stayed in front of him, and prevented the others from seeing his condition as the crescendo peaked.
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It was like shuffling a song moving from Rafe, to Oscar. But Oscar was always Eliza’s weakness, from the beginning. But when she was with him, the world faded away. Everything in her world, everything in his world…
Everything was gone except for them.
He pulled her to him with primal familiarity when she walked into the hotel bar. Josephine looked at them with a smile because they were there so often. When Oscar was not there for their assignation, Josephine would let her know, place a napkin in front of her and serve her.She would do the same thing if it was Rafe who was not there yet.
Josephine was the closest person in the world to her, because she knew all of her sides and all of her loves, even though they barely spoke. Eliza was always with a lover at the bar, and so did not have time to speak to the lovely bartender.
Josephine did not look away as Oscar pulled Eliza close to him and kissed her, his mouth making her drunk with the taste of Vouvray.
Being with Oscar was indeed like shuffling music on a music player. On the same album. It was not exactly the same, but the emotions she felt for Rafe and Oscar were so strong. At this point, she and Rafe were settled, as much as they were ever going to be. Looking at Oscar, lying beside her now was another experience. They never had the chance to be settled. First she was cheating on Rafe with him, then he had a girlfriend.
Polly.
They did not talk about Polly, that was not something for her to talk about with him. She was not going to be the pot that called the kettle black with him. But Polly was still part of the equation.
Oscar looked at her, and Eliza looked at him with one eye. Her other eye covered with her arm. He kissed her underarm, and buried his nose there. Eliza giggled as his breath tickled her, and she rolled onto her back. Looking up at him, Oscar covered her, and she really felt like she was the only girl in the world…
They left together, and again, like a music player…she prepared to shuffle back to Rafe…
I did not really do a lot of music shuffling this week. I am a little obsessive as far as music is concerned…so this is what I have been listening to on repeat play. I was thinking about the first part of the video, as I was writing this post…
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It was the middle of the night, and Nichy woke up with the taste of sex in her mouth. She turned to her side, and saw Tyler was looking at her. Before she could even form a smile at him, he kissed her and half covered her.
Like they had never fallen asleep, Tyler started having sex with her. She had fallen asleep in his arms, because he had been fascinated with her body. Even when they were not having sex, she had been really surprised by how tender he was and how attentive he was to her. He was generous to both her and Renee as a lover, but she had never imagined that he could be like that with her.
That he was like that with her still.
She opened her legs, and he gently pulled them apart more. Tyler caressed her lips with his fingers, and she could taste him on her mouth. Their mixture of sex on her tongue was like ambrosia. She sucked his fingers, as he pressed them to her lips and then he dragged his fingers down the middle of her body.
When he reached the divide between her legs, he dipped his fingers inside her and sucked his fingers after like the juices of a fruit. Like something too sweet, to even lose the smallest trickle of juice on his finger. Nichy wondered if her could tell the difference between her and Renee at this point.
Renee turned on her side right then, and Nichy closed her eyes as she heard Tyler open the condom packet. That sound made her salivate like Pavlov’s dog at this point. It meant that he would be inside her, and there was nothing she wanted more right then.
He slipped into her, and she wrapped her arms and legs about him. So much had been demanded from her body, and yet she craved more. Tyler was happy to give her everything she wanted, she could not believe how generous he was as a lover.
And then she felt Renee’s hand on her breast—she had memorized Tyler’s touch already to know the difference. Renee caressed her breast with her fingers, and then her lips and then…Nichy came. Tyler moved in time with her orgasm, and she practically came off of the bed.
Again.
Tyler rolled off of her, and held her hand before he lie beside her. He played between her legs, stroking her lips and dipping his fingers in and out of her lazily. Renee kissed her pubic bone, and then licked between her legs. Nichy was still so greedy for more, and she moved against Renee with a hunger than she should not have felt.
Tyler held her hand, and Nichy loved that he was there too. Loved that she was part of this with her two friends, and amazed that she had waited this long to be part of them.
She felt submerged by the colors of her desire.
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