Wading In With Guest Blogger and Fellow Sister In Smut Rachel Woe!!!

Rachel Woe is a fellow Sister In Smut, and a forbidden love junkie! She is ridiculously smart, sensitive and all of the things that I like in a writer and human. Her story “Wading In,” was recently featured on Bellesa.co  (you can also find my story “Amaretto Sour” there) — stories of which are edited by our fellow Sister in Smut Jayne Renault.  This story is amazing! I immediately wanted Rachel to guest blog, and share an excerpt with us. You are going to love it and her!!! She is a romantic after my own heart.

 

I’m the sort of person who needs to be dragged kicking and screaming into things. New things, scary things. Even enjoyable things, particularly when it comes to socialization. I’ve written about my experiences with social anxiety before, and although my new short story “Wading In” isn’t about anxiety, it does address emotional limitations. Specifically, the limitations we adopt when life finally seems to be going our way. Maybe the bulk of our needs are being met, but there are still certain luxuries we won’t permit, certain indulgences we convince ourselves we’re better off without.

Lorelai, the main character in this story, is a strong, smart, independent divorcee, happy with her job and with her home. It’s taken her a long time, but she’s finally over her ex and has forgiven herself for the mistakes she made in her marriage. She doesn’t need a partner, and she’s more than capable of satisfying herself in the bedroom.

But she can’t stop thinking about the handsome new neighbor two doors down, and although her head is convinced that the last thing she needs is a complicated tryst to upset her emotional equilibrium, her libido has other ideas.

When she runs into her hot neighbor during a midnight skinny dip, there’s no denying their attraction.

Maybe it’s time Lorelai let someone get close enough to touch her.

Excerpt from “Wading In”

No breeze rustled the curtains and the sheet felt damp beneath my back.

It was too hot to sleep.

Normally, when I felt restless, I’d rub one out and let the post-orgasmic haze lull me into unconsciousness. Sweat-soaked and overheated, I couldn’t imagine getting hotter and more bothered than I already was.

But that didn’t stop my mind from going there.

It’d been two years since I had sex, but I hadn’t forgotten what it was like to have a man’s lips on my neck, and his hard, pulsing cock in my fist. Of course, Will’s was the first face I imagined. Will’s mouth on me, his cock in my hand.

My pelvic muscles tightened at the thought. I considered raiding my bedside drawer for a toy, but the effort alone would’ve been too much. I scowled at the ceiling fan and thought about going to get a glass of water, till I remembered that after everything, I’d forgotten to buy ice.

The sheet stuck to my back as I tossed and turned, then rolled to face the window. No lights shone from inside Alma Crowley’s house. I pictured her sleeping soundly in her air-conditioned bedroom, her criticisms from that afternoon echoing in my mind: I was a shut-in who didn’t know how to have a good time.

It was an unfair assessment. Just because my idea of fun didn’t involve getting tipsy at potlucks didn’t mean I was miserable. Ever since the divorce, I had made a point to pamper myself with calorie-rich foods, and pedicures, to say nothing about my extensive sex toy collection. I was perfectly capable of indulging myself when I wanted to.

And tonight, I wanted to.

Tossing back the sheet, I rose from the bed and threw on a T-shirt and shorts. Pippa lifted her head from where she lay sprawled out on her dog bed. I told her to stay, then padded downstairs, out the back door and into the night.

The moon was bright enough to see by. I didn’t bother trying the gate in case I tripped the censor light on Alma Crowley’s garage. Instead, I opted for the stepladder I’d been using to paint my shutters.

Once I was over the fence, I moved silently across her yard, though I doubted she could hear me with all her windows closed. Moonlight glinted off the ripples on the built-in pool. Feeling giddy, I stripped out of my tank top and shorts, and made my way around to the shallow end of the pool.

A soft moan floated from my lips as I descended the four large steps. Even at lukewarm, the water felt delicious against my hot skin. Dunking under to wet my hair, I propelled myself toward the center of the pool, then resurfaced. I wiped the water from my eyes and breathed a contented sigh.

“Feels great, doesn’t it?”

“Jesus!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Will’s voice. I scanned the water until I spotted him, tucked around the bend in the kidney-shaped pool. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you are,” he said. “Taking a midnight dip. Sorry if I scared you.”

He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded amused. I moved to cover myself, though I doubted he could see me in the dark. “Why didn’t you announce yourself?”

“Calling out wouldn’t have been very smart, since I’m not supposed to be here. And seeing as how you snuck in over the fence, I’m guessing neither are you.”

“Not exactly.”

Will swam away from the side, pushing himself toward the center, toward me. His teeth glinted. “Honestly? I was admiring the view.”

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Fleur Friday No. 18 — The Box

Jeanne pushed the box over to Eliza and wondered when she would notice. It was not the same box that Eliza had given her, but was oddly familiar. It was her mother’s things that she had placed in a box like her father had placed his in. Jeanne gushed a little bit at that, because she realized that that was something she shared with him.
The same taste in boxes, it was small but nice to know. She finally had stopped wanting to cry with sadness and joy because her father had known about her, even though her mother had never told him. He had looked for her, he had followed her progress and respected her mother’s wishes to raise her without him.
He had cared about her in some way.
Eliza opened the box slowly, after she put down her drink and finally Jeanne saw the wrinkle of confusion on her forehead.
“This is the box, with my mother’s things. She had pictures of our father in with her things as well. I wanted you to see what I knew. Not a lot, just a little bit. I knew about our father, but nothing else. I figured he was my father because he looks so much like me. I just saw these things after she died…”
Eliza nodded and looked through everything so lovingly and with so much care, that Jeanne felt her eyes well up again.
“I cannot stop crying,” Jeanne said, looking down, and Eliza took her hand. She took her hand with the care that she looked through the things in the box.
“Don’t cry sister,” Eliza said hoarsely. “You know, we were like sisters before I found out we were sisters. You came, and looked after me when I was sick. With Terrence.”
Jeanne felt herself throb between her legs. Just hearing Terrence’s name was enough to drive her over the edge.
“I care about you Eliza, I realized that after our random meeting. You are my sister.”
They squeezed hands, and looked at each other with wet eyes.
They were sisters, but Jeanne had no idea of how she was going to tell her sister that she wanted her ex.
She additionally had no idea how she was going to deny him or herself, the next time they saw each other…

No microfiction this week, a full-length Fleur Friday! Earlier this week, I wrote my most recent Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and a post for the Sisters In Smut blog all about Friday Flash!

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Wicked Wednesday #332 – Pause

Before she met with Jeanne, Eliza had had a conversation with Ingrid and Rafe who were her support unit. They were like her surrogate parents, sitting close together and watching her with a smile. They had come to her neighborhood bar, where she had first been out with Jeanne.
And Terrence.
“So you have to hear her out. I could not imagine life without my sister,” Ingrid said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well Eliza already had Fiona!” Rafe said, and smiled at Ingrid.
Eliza had had Fiona, and she was still like a sister to her. How could she be anything else after how long she had been with Rafe?
“You are going to meet Susannah soon enough, she is coming to visit soon. I told her all about you, so you will have another sister!” Ingrid declared.
Eliza smiled, and shrugged.
They both hugged her when they left, and Rafe gave her an extra squeeze. Eliza squeezed his hand, before he kissed hers.
She leaned back in her chair, and waited. Jeanne was going to meet her soon, so she took another sip of her drink and waited.
Her mother had told her that her father had dated Jeanne’s mother around the same time that he dated her, but that they had known that they were going to get married right away. He never hid from her that he had cared about Jeanne’s mother very deeply, but that he had known that he wanted to marry her mother instantly.
Jeanne’s mother had been pregnant, but she never told him because she did not want to trap him.
“Sometimes, sometimes, I used to think to myself that even though I was really happy to be married to your father…I felt bad for this woman who had he had loved before me. She was very classy, she never reached out to me. Your father had a detective look after the girl—Jeanne—when he realized she existed.”
Just then, Jeanne walked into the cafe. Eliza stared at her for a bit.
This was her sister.
Jeanne was holding the box, and looked pensively at Eliza.
Everything seemed to pause around her, but Eliza felt her lips spread into a semblance of a smile as Jeanne sat down across from her.

More Wicked Wednesday here, my Fleur Friday this week will be the continuation to this meeting between Eliza and Jeanne. Earlier this week, I wrote my most recent Masturbation Monday, and a post for the Sisters In Smut blog all about Friday Flash!

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Masturbation Monday No. 214/Friday Flash No. 26 — Tentacles

Sabrina stared at Damaris, whose hands were firmly between her legs.
Damaris smiled softly.
“I do not mean like that Sabrina!” she exclaimed. “I meant to sleep with me like Carole used to when we were young. I miss her so much you know?”

Sabrina nodded and pulled a blanket over Damaris whose eyes closed and breath deepened almost immediately. Grief left her features a little in sleep, and Sabrina could not help but to sit beside Carole’s sister and hum a soft lullaby for her.
Damaris was completely snoring when Harry walked into the room.
Sabrina stood up immediately and walked into his embrace. He caressed her lips, and she could taste the tears on them.
“Are you alright baby?” he asked, and Sabrina cried into his chest.
She was not even sure where the tears came from in that moment, but she was so filled with emotion suddenly.
Or was it just because she missed him so much? He turned her chin up, and kissed her tear-splashed lips. Sabrina wrapped her arms about him in complete surrender. Her arms and legs surrounded him like she was an octopus. She craved more limbs to embrace him all the more.
Harry’s hands cradled her bottom, and he carried her out of the room. Damaris’s sleeping breath became a whisper, as he closed the door with his own derriere. He pressed Sabrina to the wall, and she kissed his neck with suction like her tongue was the limb of an octopus.
“I want you…” Harry said, and she could feel him tremble under his words and her sucking kisses.
“I cannot leave her in the apartment. If she wakes up…”
“Then here, quickly—we can hear her snoring Sabrina.”
She nodded with parted lips, her own breath deepening as Harry kissed her into oblivion and she pulled up her own dress up because she wanted him too.
“Quick, but not too quick…” she crooned, the hardness of Harry’s belt buckle against replaced with the hardness of his thick shaft against her.
It was good to be home!

More Masturbation Monday here, more Friday Flash here. Today I wrote my first post for the Sisters In Smut blog which you can read here! Later this week my Wicked Wednesday and Fleur Friday, and a special guest post!

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Let Me Flash You…On The Sisters In Smut Blog!!!

On the side panel of this blog is the Sisters In Smut logo, of which I am a sister. My fellow sisters are all amazing–and of course write amazing smut! Today is my first blog post on our site, I am talking about Friday Flashso come visit me over there and look around!

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Fleur Friday No. 17/ FRIDAY FLASH NO. 25 @THEPINKSEAM MICROFICTION CHALLENGE!

Jeanne did want Terrence. But at the same time, she knew that she would not feel good about herself if she did not talk to her sister about it.
She left him with the bouquet of flowers, so she could really look at what was in the box.
She felt like Pandora…

This micro post is also written for my Friday Flash meme as well–which was curated by @ThePinkSeam / Beatrix B. This one clocked in at 52 words…

 

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Wicked Wednesday #331 — Champion/ Friday Flash No. 25 @ThePinkSeam Microfiction Challenge!

Eliza watched the game by herself. She usually watched with her parents first, then with Rafe. But now she sat on her couch, and watched the multi-world champion New York Yankees win the wild card.
Then she got a text from Jeanne…her sister…
I opened the box—let’s talk soon.
Eliza sighed.

This is a tiny Wicked Wednesday dedicated to the New York Yankees who just won the AL Wild Card–I am a HUGE Yankees fan! I have a baseball anthology called Bases Loaded, which is just as hot as the Yankees were tonight!

This micro post is also written for my Friday Flash meme as well–which was curated this week by @ThePinkSeam / Beatrix B. This one clocked in at 54 words… If you are a writer—take the challenge! My Masturbation Monday was micro, and Fleur Friday will be too!!!

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Masturbation Monday No. 213/Friday Flash No. 25 @ThePinkSeam Microfiction Challenge!

Sabrina rarely went to her own apartment—she spent most of her time at Harry’s. But she was happy to let Damaris stay there. Damaris immediately got into her bed, with her hand between her own legs.
“Do you want to get in bed with me?” Damaris smiled lasciviously.
Sabrina stared up at ceiling.

I know my Masturbation Monday is never so short—but I am writing this one for my Friday Flash meme as well! This week there is a special microfiction prompt by The Pink Seam/ Beatrix B. I am not a tease—you can read longer posts of mine this week for Wicked Wednesday and Fleur Friday.
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Guest Blogger and Fellow Sister In Smut Dr. J Takes Us to Destination Bordello!!!

I love having my Sisters In Smut come to visit on my blog, and in person (hint, hint Dr. J!). Dr. J is an AMAZING storyteller, she knows how to stimulate every sense that we have and make us connect with her words. There is nothing more for me to say–this is her post!

 

How do you find ideas to create sexy stories?

If you hang out with a group of lively, smutty writer friends, they can come from anywhere. Mischa Eliot and I were going back and forth on a Twitter DM discussing story ideas. I shared that living on an island rich with pirate history and wenches, of course, piqued my creative juices.

In the late 1800’s, at a time when the new world was growing, my island was a transportation hub. As such, businesses flourished including brothels and bordellos. I wanted to verify that information as a fact since one of the road names in the old section of town was called Ladies Street, touted for all the bordellos there. My efforts at the local museum to document this failed. But I expanded my search and dug a little further and found a surprising inspiration. And with that spark, I created Destination Bordello.

This story is located exclusively on Radish Fiction. Download their app from the Apple or Google Play Store to read. I serialize the story Destination Bordello there. Writing in this manner is different than writing a novel. I create a new episode each week. In the first episode, I share my inspirational insights. Let me introduce to the main characters Laney and Carlton and their unusual situation.

As Laney Baynes lost her massage therapy lease, she received news from attorney Carlton Jarvis of a property conveyance. With a family bordello legacy revealed, Carlton helps Laney concoct a plan to gather money to pay off the back taxes and get her new practice established. How do they do it? They pull a page from history and find themselves lost in a contemporary setting of lust and fantasy at Destination Bordello.

 

Excerpt from Destination Bordello.

“People like to visit places they’ve never been, have experiences that might be a once in a lifetime experience. We had a small family ranch, and after my Dad died, we needed help. I came up with a ranch-cation idea. People lived there and worked the ranch. It helped us, and they had an adventure.”

“That makes perfect sense for your situation, but we’re talking about a building that housed a bordello.”

“I’m not suggesting you open for prostitution. Our firm holds the paperwork. I need not tell them how we are using the building during the transition. Instead, it’s a space for people to act out fantasies ‘as if’ they were in the bordello. They pay to come to this destination.”

Laney cocked her head and scrunched her face. “Like a destination bordello?”

“Yes.” She sighed and shook her head.

“I’d come to one, Laney.”

My eagerness for fixing a problem took over.

“Come on, let me show you this.”

I grabbed Laney’s hand and pulled her up the stairs.

I located the room with the hidden space. Adam and Eli’s muffled voices were nearby. “I found the books here.” I pulled a panel down and showed Laney the hiding space in the wall.

“Wow. It is secretive.” She reached out to touch it but pressed a panel above it which dropped opening a peephole into the next room.

As she tiptoed to peer inside, Laney slapped her hand over her mouth. She turned and nodded her head toward the hole for me to look.

What the hell?

Laney cupped her hands around my ear. “I can only see the tops of their heads. Are they role-playing?”

Her warm breath tickled my ear, and I wished I was role playing with her.

“I’m too short, tell me.” I leaned forward to look through the hole.

Eli walked around a kneeling Adam, and she smacked his butt. She continued her circle and loosened the top of her dress and exposed her lace covered breasts. She jiggled them in his face. I nodded my head at Laney.

“I want to see,” she whispered. Her eyes pleaded with me. How could I say no?

I motioned for her to stand in front of me and I lifted her up. My fingers brushed her side breast, and animal lust took over. When she leaned forward to look, her ass cushioned itself below my waist. I was on fire. After peering in, she patted my arm signaling me to set her down.

Sliding her down my body was glorious torture. When her feet touched the ground, she turned in my arms.

What did I see? Desire, longing, questions. I pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she sighed. Because it felt natural, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. She clutched me with a quiet moan. I rubbed her shoulders, and then my cock joined the show. She pulled back. With a crook of her finger, she motioned me to come forward. I bent, so we were nose to nose.

She whispered. “It makes me horny knowing what they are doing. I like to watch.”

Laney didn’t have to share that, but she had to know it affected me. Her words caused my desire to surge and reeved me up. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. Her lips and tongue took charge, and I met her stroke for stroke. She broke the kiss and moved her mouth by my ear. “Do you think this is what they used this space for, watching?”

I dropped my hands to her ass and squeezed while I shook my head yes.

“What they are doing now?” Without dropping my hold on her ass, I moved us closer to the wall, and I peeked inside.

“Tell me.”

“Adam is sucking Eli’s nipples, and her hand is between her legs.”

I ached to have my fingers inside Laney. As I had that thought, Laney reached behind me, grabbed my hand from her ass and placed my palm between us against the opening of her thighs. Her other massaged my cock. “I’m feeling naughty, Carl.” I wiggled my fingers against her, and she cooed.

 

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Fleur Friday No. 16/ Friday Flash No. 24, Part II

Jeanne went back to Terrence’s apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a box. She knew he liked fresh flowers in his apartment, and she figured that she needed to bring something there because she was not sure how their conversation was going to go.
She had left him in the middle of Industry City to go see her sister.
Her sister.
She had not expected things to go the way that they had with Eliza at all. Especially not Eliza already knowing they were sisters, and the box.
Jeanne was uncertain about taking the box, but Eliza told her to take it.
“Look at the box, and then tell me what portion of the story I do not know. Please go, take it and we will talk about it later.”
Jeanne was uncertain about the pills that Eliza had taken, but she did as she was told and took the box. She felt a little better when Eliza texted her that she was sorry she was not feeling well, but that Jeanne needed to see the box.
Jeanne would look at the box, but first Terrence. He opened the door and took the flowers and box from her hand, placing them on his coffee table.
“So what did you have to do that you left me in the middle of…” He rubbed his face, and looked vulnerable. Had her pussy stopped throbbing since they had kissed that morning? She reached up to touch his face, and he looked down at her. His hand placed on her ribcage, grazed her breast and she gasped.
“Terrence, I had to go tell Eliza that I am her sister. Eliza and I are sisters.”
His hand remained on her rib, but he rubbed his face with his other hand.
“You and Eliza are sisters?”

“Yes, I had to tell her because I wanted to tell her about you. I needed her blessing because I can’t be with you if it would bother her.”
She walked past him, and felt him on her heels follow her and place his hands on her upper arms. Jeanne turned around, and looked up at him.
“You really don’t want to be with me?” He asked from behind her.
Jeanne pressed herself to him involuntarily, and it felt like they were glued together. Her emotions were moving at the speed of light, but the thing she felt the most was that she wanted Terrence.

Everything was a sign.

 

More Friday Flash here. The first part of this story was featured in my last Wicked Wednesday. The theme of sisters was also portrayed in my Masturbation Monday this week.

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