Lara Zielinsky's Blog: Newsletter, page 32
March 5, 2019
National Pancake Day
It's National Pancake Day!
Do you hate 'em? Do you love 'em? Do you love them but can't eat them because of carb or gluten restrictions? That's me.
Here's a recipe for pancakes made with almond flour that I use because I'm on a low-carb diet. I love them with warm mashed or stewed fruit as the topping.
Almond Flour Pancakes recipe
Good Food Good Feelings
I've always thought of pancakes as a "family" meal, since it makes enough to serve 3 to 4 people.
So I used pancakes as a morning after breakfast choice for Eric, Elena, and Jess in We Three: One and One and One Makes Three. For Jess, who hasn't had a lot of good family experiences in her life, it makes her feel really welcomed into Eric and Elena's lives.
Here's a bit between Jess and Eric:
Happy Pancake Day!~ LaraGo here for your own copy of We Three to enjoy all of Eric, Elena and Jess's story.
Site note: My website will be changing to http://larazielinskymedia.wordpress.comhttp://larazielinskymedia.wordpress.com. It's bare bones now, but will be fully live and where I post all my newest blog posts beginning April 1.
Do you hate 'em? Do you love 'em? Do you love them but can't eat them because of carb or gluten restrictions? That's me.
Here's a recipe for pancakes made with almond flour that I use because I'm on a low-carb diet. I love them with warm mashed or stewed fruit as the topping.
Almond Flour Pancakes recipe
Makes approx. 10-12 medium pancakes
2 cup almond flour
1/2 cup almond milk
4 eggs (I actually use substitutes, like Egg Beaters, just fine
2 Tbsp agave or other natural sweetener
2 Tbsp coconut oil, liquid
Heat griddle to 375 F. Wisk all ingredients together. Ladle out 1/4 cup of pancake batter onto griddle. Watch for drying on the edges, then flip using a spatula wide enough to hold all the pancake. When lightly brown on both sides, serve.
Good Food Good Feelings
I've always thought of pancakes as a "family" meal, since it makes enough to serve 3 to 4 people.
So I used pancakes as a morning after breakfast choice for Eric, Elena, and Jess in We Three: One and One and One Makes Three. For Jess, who hasn't had a lot of good family experiences in her life, it makes her feel really welcomed into Eric and Elena's lives.
Here's a bit between Jess and Eric:
Tying off the towel around her hips, Jess Davies shook her blond head with a wide smile as her soaked hair slapped heavily against her back. The morning pool laps had been invigorating. She patted dry her hair with one hand as she entered the sliding glass doors and walked to the wide counter separating the living space from the spacious kitchen. The aromas of bacon and eggs, and…
“Oh my god, apple pancakes! ” She identified the smell at the same time she spotted Eric Tanner flipping them on the griddle.
The air conditioning nipped at her mostly bare skin in the borrowed red string bikini. She leaned on her elbows on the counter across from sandy blond Eric grinning next to the stainless steel of his spatula.
“I told you,” he said, “we have every delight in this house.”
She reached toward the skillet, her eyes meeting his. Both of them smirked as she sent her hand sideways to the wooden bowl of freshly rinsed grapes.
Popping a grape in her mouth, Jess eyed the beautiful pancakes he had just flipped on the skillet. They were perfectly golden brown. God, it made Jess immediately see equally golden skin in her mind’s eye. Her mouth watered with the desire to kiss it, touch it, taste it…
When she refocused she found Eric’s gaze still riveted to hers.
“If you don’t linger too long,” he said, drawing down the skillet heat, “you can wake her up.”
Jess leaned further across the counter and caught Eric’s lips in a quick kiss. It was, she realized, unnecessary, but it made this special to her. She was enjoying the warm delight of being welcomed so thoroughly. She certainly felt loved as heat began to coalesce in her body.
Happy Pancake Day!~ LaraGo here for your own copy of We Three to enjoy all of Eric, Elena and Jess's story.
Site note: My website will be changing to http://larazielinskymedia.wordpress.comhttp://larazielinskymedia.wordpress.com. It's bare bones now, but will be fully live and where I post all my newest blog posts beginning April 1.
March 3, 2019
National Day of Unplugging
Today (March 3) is the National Day of Unplugging.
In what ways do you unplug?
I go tech free frequently when I'm writing. I still frequently compose stories longhand. I can attest to this by the stacks of legal pads (canary yellow is for fiction writing, white is for business writing. LOL) you see below.
There's probably the beginnings, middles, and ends to about 30 stories in that stack alone. And it only goes back a few months, because I tend to throw away the paper once I've transcribed pages to the computer.
Why Writers Especially Should Unplug
Personal perspective here, but I think writers should unplug frequently. Why? Have you ever noticed that a lot of writers who go pro and stop doing another job, and write for a long time, start to write main characters who work as writers? While is not inherently bad, what I think it does is make a writer myopic, viewing a too-narrow slice of the world to be relevant to much else than other writers who read.
In the same way, I think writers who never unplug, who never, or seldom, experience life without the internet, without technology, and go without face-to-face interactions, begin to write nothing but those sorts of scenarios. Oh, they can write dystopias, technology failures, and panic ensues, but the richness of their world-building tends to deteriorate. They have internet cafes, and meetings over coffee, and texting for dates. They have characters that go on special outings, but rarely is there a character whose whole life is unplugged. Statistically less than 30% of the population, even in the U.S., is plugged in.
With our noses buried in our phones and our social network feeds, our experiences are rapidly narrowing to our "echo chambers": people who live, act, work and think, exactly like we do. The antagonists being created are one-note, simplistic, simply because we struggle to imagine the "other" as fully three dimensional.
The art of people-watching that filled the ink pens of such greats as Hemingway and Ann Bannon and Virginia Woolf is rare these days. Yes, we do people-watch, but we do it in snippets seldom long enough to go beneath the "read" of a situation. We engage in people-watching and people-listening so much less that it has stultified most dialogue being written today. Characters are now either easily read liars or emo-ing their hearts out, talking in cliches and short memes. Created dialogues where there are layers of multiple meanings and feelings is rare.
Human beings are producing more books at this time in history than in any other. Thanks to the internet's removal of gatekeepers we can self-publish or find a small press that loves to publish niche writing. But the percentage of the books produced that are quality writing are much a much smaller percentage than ever before.
Another benefit - Original Thinking
I also think that more unplugging would result in fewer one-offs, stories that are merely a repackaged television show, movie, or mashup of two or more.
So, my question isn't so much how will you unplug today, but how will you use this national day of unplugging to refill your writer's well with quality ink. What new original experiences and observations will you engage in?
As for me, I'm on my way out to a city park with my dog. Then this afternoon, I'm headed to a social gathering with about a dozen new friends. Maybe the experience and observations I have will become the inspiration for my next story, or several.
~ Lara
PS - Before I went offline I also posted the second chapter of She's Having My Baby, a SwanQueen fanfic. Enjoy! See you tomorrow, everybody!
In what ways do you unplug?
I go tech free frequently when I'm writing. I still frequently compose stories longhand. I can attest to this by the stacks of legal pads (canary yellow is for fiction writing, white is for business writing. LOL) you see below.
There's probably the beginnings, middles, and ends to about 30 stories in that stack alone. And it only goes back a few months, because I tend to throw away the paper once I've transcribed pages to the computer.
Why Writers Especially Should Unplug
Personal perspective here, but I think writers should unplug frequently. Why? Have you ever noticed that a lot of writers who go pro and stop doing another job, and write for a long time, start to write main characters who work as writers? While is not inherently bad, what I think it does is make a writer myopic, viewing a too-narrow slice of the world to be relevant to much else than other writers who read.
In the same way, I think writers who never unplug, who never, or seldom, experience life without the internet, without technology, and go without face-to-face interactions, begin to write nothing but those sorts of scenarios. Oh, they can write dystopias, technology failures, and panic ensues, but the richness of their world-building tends to deteriorate. They have internet cafes, and meetings over coffee, and texting for dates. They have characters that go on special outings, but rarely is there a character whose whole life is unplugged. Statistically less than 30% of the population, even in the U.S., is plugged in.
With our noses buried in our phones and our social network feeds, our experiences are rapidly narrowing to our "echo chambers": people who live, act, work and think, exactly like we do. The antagonists being created are one-note, simplistic, simply because we struggle to imagine the "other" as fully three dimensional. The art of people-watching that filled the ink pens of such greats as Hemingway and Ann Bannon and Virginia Woolf is rare these days. Yes, we do people-watch, but we do it in snippets seldom long enough to go beneath the "read" of a situation. We engage in people-watching and people-listening so much less that it has stultified most dialogue being written today. Characters are now either easily read liars or emo-ing their hearts out, talking in cliches and short memes. Created dialogues where there are layers of multiple meanings and feelings is rare.
Human beings are producing more books at this time in history than in any other. Thanks to the internet's removal of gatekeepers we can self-publish or find a small press that loves to publish niche writing. But the percentage of the books produced that are quality writing are much a much smaller percentage than ever before.
Another benefit - Original Thinking
I also think that more unplugging would result in fewer one-offs, stories that are merely a repackaged television show, movie, or mashup of two or more.
So, my question isn't so much how will you unplug today, but how will you use this national day of unplugging to refill your writer's well with quality ink. What new original experiences and observations will you engage in? As for me, I'm on my way out to a city park with my dog. Then this afternoon, I'm headed to a social gathering with about a dozen new friends. Maybe the experience and observations I have will become the inspiration for my next story, or several.
~ Lara
PS - Before I went offline I also posted the second chapter of She's Having My Baby, a SwanQueen fanfic. Enjoy! See you tomorrow, everybody!
March 1, 2019
connecting with readers 1
This is the second of a sometimes series of articles I've titled "marketing for life." Today's topic is "connecting with readers."
Connecting with Readers
I should say connect with your peeps, as in finding and building an audience of readers that FEEL, THINK, LIVE, and READ similar to you. It's this "making friends" step in marketing that can make you different from an internet troll or annoying "me, me, me" book author.
Take a look at the following images? Which one conveys the supportive environment you want around you?
A simple handshake is a business deal. A fist bump says you're bros, you're pals. A high-five? That's kudos, congratulations, all in. A group hug? Everyone loves everyone, and supports them.
How do you get to that group hug? Build authentic relationships between you and other people. Not your book and people. But YOU and people.
Look. You are a writer, yes, but you are also a reader. To find others who will read what you have written (hopefully it is a given that you've written something you'd enjoy reading), think about how you find books you want to read. How do you find and decide on books to read? Keeping this uppermost in your mind will help shape the most effective, and efficient, marketing plan for getting your book into the hands of readers.
So... just yesterday, this question appeared on an authors promotions group where I am a member...
"How do I find readers for my book?"Let's ask ourselves some questions and figure this out, 'k?
1. What made YOU write the book in the first place?
2. What is the book about generally (topics, genre, tags)?
3. What is the book about specifically (the plot, the places, the character types)?
4. Why would YOU read your book?
Journal this part if it helps make the thinking process clearer.
1. What made YOU write the book?Are you trying to answer a societal question, a personal question, or a dilemma?
If so, what is that question?
Now, write down what other TYPES of people might be asking that same question. Is it a question that is frequently asked by new adults? Older people seeking a second chapter to their lives after divorce? Romantics or would-be world travelers?
If you wrote the book to address an emotional situation, what are those situations and emotions?
Now, write down what other TYPES of people might experience those emotional situations.
Because I'm an adult blog: if you write adult stories, definitely ask yourself:
If you wrote the book to eroticize something, what is it?
Now, write down the names used by the communities (leather, BDSM, LGBTQ, swingers) of people that enjoy these specific eroticisms (sometimes called kinks).
2. What is the book about generally?The answer to this question is going to generate tags for your book listing and, again, directly reach out to the communities of people who might be interested in reading your book.
What's the genre? Here's a chart I find handy to not only identify genre, but the genres it's related to (it also has examples).
What makes your book similar to or different from other books in the same genre? Is it a mashup of genre tropes? Is it a cross-genre (having trope elements common two or more genres) story? To effectively answer this you have to be widely read, so search the genre term on Amazon and start reading if you aren't already. Here's a link to tropes that are common to genres.
3. What is the book about specifically?Now list the situations your characters find themselves in (some of these may be tropes).
If your main character is a teen, is your book written to appeal to teenagers? How? What specific details, events, traumas, conflicts, challenges, etc. in the story make that connection?
You will use this information to develop your marketing content.
4. Why would YOU read your book?
Final question. No, this is not explain why you wrote it. This is about why you, if you were a reader, would pick it up from the shelf or out of the Amazon search.
What excites YOU about the content? Are you in love with your leading man? Why? Is your main character you in disguise, fulfilling a dream life you want? Are you excited by the setting of the story? If the plot is to save the world, in what ways have you wanted to save the world and this is giving "voice" to that?
What next?Go through your answers above and underline the key words you would use to find other books for your own reading shelf.
Search and expand your circle of friends who readSearch with these terms in your preferred search engine or social networking space. Look for results that take you to groups (online and offline), social network hashtag chats (finding a scheduled chat is ideal). Make lists of these groups, follow the hashtags, join in the conversations of others interested in the same things you are.
Once you've joined groups and engaged in your first hashtag chats, I offer my heartiest congratulations. You've found your peeps!
~ Lara
Next post, I'll talk about to actually talk to your peeps about your writing (ideally start with blogging), then your book specifically.
Connecting with Readers
I should say connect with your peeps, as in finding and building an audience of readers that FEEL, THINK, LIVE, and READ similar to you. It's this "making friends" step in marketing that can make you different from an internet troll or annoying "me, me, me" book author.
Take a look at the following images? Which one conveys the supportive environment you want around you?
A simple handshake is a business deal. A fist bump says you're bros, you're pals. A high-five? That's kudos, congratulations, all in. A group hug? Everyone loves everyone, and supports them.
How do you get to that group hug? Build authentic relationships between you and other people. Not your book and people. But YOU and people.
Look. You are a writer, yes, but you are also a reader. To find others who will read what you have written (hopefully it is a given that you've written something you'd enjoy reading), think about how you find books you want to read. How do you find and decide on books to read? Keeping this uppermost in your mind will help shape the most effective, and efficient, marketing plan for getting your book into the hands of readers.
So... just yesterday, this question appeared on an authors promotions group where I am a member...
"How do I find readers for my book?"Let's ask ourselves some questions and figure this out, 'k?
1. What made YOU write the book in the first place?
2. What is the book about generally (topics, genre, tags)?
3. What is the book about specifically (the plot, the places, the character types)?
4. Why would YOU read your book?
Journal this part if it helps make the thinking process clearer.
1. What made YOU write the book?Are you trying to answer a societal question, a personal question, or a dilemma?
If so, what is that question?
Now, write down what other TYPES of people might be asking that same question. Is it a question that is frequently asked by new adults? Older people seeking a second chapter to their lives after divorce? Romantics or would-be world travelers?
If you wrote the book to address an emotional situation, what are those situations and emotions?
Now, write down what other TYPES of people might experience those emotional situations.
Because I'm an adult blog: if you write adult stories, definitely ask yourself:
If you wrote the book to eroticize something, what is it?
Now, write down the names used by the communities (leather, BDSM, LGBTQ, swingers) of people that enjoy these specific eroticisms (sometimes called kinks).
2. What is the book about generally?The answer to this question is going to generate tags for your book listing and, again, directly reach out to the communities of people who might be interested in reading your book.
What's the genre? Here's a chart I find handy to not only identify genre, but the genres it's related to (it also has examples).
What makes your book similar to or different from other books in the same genre? Is it a mashup of genre tropes? Is it a cross-genre (having trope elements common two or more genres) story? To effectively answer this you have to be widely read, so search the genre term on Amazon and start reading if you aren't already. Here's a link to tropes that are common to genres.
3. What is the book about specifically?Now list the situations your characters find themselves in (some of these may be tropes).
If your main character is a teen, is your book written to appeal to teenagers? How? What specific details, events, traumas, conflicts, challenges, etc. in the story make that connection?
You will use this information to develop your marketing content.
4. Why would YOU read your book?
Final question. No, this is not explain why you wrote it. This is about why you, if you were a reader, would pick it up from the shelf or out of the Amazon search.
What excites YOU about the content? Are you in love with your leading man? Why? Is your main character you in disguise, fulfilling a dream life you want? Are you excited by the setting of the story? If the plot is to save the world, in what ways have you wanted to save the world and this is giving "voice" to that?
What next?Go through your answers above and underline the key words you would use to find other books for your own reading shelf.
Search and expand your circle of friends who readSearch with these terms in your preferred search engine or social networking space. Look for results that take you to groups (online and offline), social network hashtag chats (finding a scheduled chat is ideal). Make lists of these groups, follow the hashtags, join in the conversations of others interested in the same things you are.
Once you've joined groups and engaged in your first hashtag chats, I offer my heartiest congratulations. You've found your peeps!~ Lara
Next post, I'll talk about to actually talk to your peeps about your writing (ideally start with blogging), then your book specifically.
February 28, 2019
Throwback Thursday
For the last #ThrowbackThursday in the month of February, I'm sharing a love story from long ago...Enjoy a major Turning Point as two women fall in love in a time when society didn't make that easy. BUY LINKS:Turning Point: http://mybook.to/LZTurningPointTurn for Home: http://mybook.to/LZTurn4Home
Intro and Excerpt
What’s standing in your way of becoming the person you want to be? Is it society? Is it family? So-called friends? Or maybe even yourself, your own fears?
All my life I’ve been surrounded by women going out and getting things done, becoming people they want to be and facing down external challenges that said they couldn’t or shouldn’t. My grandmother was the first woman to receive a Masters degree in physics issued by Louisiana State University in 1938. My mother grew up an activist for civil rights in the 1960s. My grandmother worked through World War II for the government developing a demagnetizing process for ships to be able to safely navigate mine-laden waters. My mother went to battle for African-American civil rights and landed in jail several times.Far more introverted than my mother or grandmother, I’ve tried to fight for equality with the power of my pen. For my first novel, Brenna Lanigan and Cassidy Hyland were born partly out of a desire to show how straight and LGBT relationships are the same. (Hurray for the Supreme Court recognizing same in striking down DOMA!) From Turning Point, here is an excerpt. As you read, I hope you’ll see yourself. Straight or gay, we’ve all been here. Cassidy is wishing Brenna, a co-star actress who won’t even give her the time of day, will come to her son’s birthday party. Then, suddenly, Brenna is there. And the tongue-tied stumbling ensues.
There was a light tap on the window separating the kitchen from the screen porch. Cassidy looked up to see her neighbor, Gwen Talbot, mouthing the word, "Cake?"Realizing she was holding up things over a clearly false hope, Cassidy put down the tray of juice cups and turned to a nearby drawer to withdraw the cake knife."Can I carry something?"Startled by the warm, rich voice that reminded her of smoky jazz clubs, Cassidy spun, knife still in hand. "Brenna?""Um, hi. Rich let me in." Brenna backed up and gestured toward Paulson, just closing the refrigerator door, beer in hand. "I hope I'm not too late."With a tap of the bottle's neck to his receding hairline, a twinkle in his brown eyes, and a grin in salute, Rich was gone. Cassidy took the opportunity to watch him go and spend the few seconds collecting herself. Lowering the knife, she took a step back and slowly turned to Brenna.Brenna Lanigan, swirls of gray in otherwise midnight blue eyes, was a beautiful, petite woman. She had brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, but if Cassidy wasn't mistaken, the red highlighting was from the woman's Irish-American heritage, natural, rather than from a bottle. She had always appreciated genetics over Hollywood facade.Taking in the other woman's attire, she was pleased Brenna had understood this was an informal party. She wore a sweatshirt with cropped sleeves bearing a New York University logo. One smooth, slender hand rested against the kitchen's island countertop. The fingertips of Brenna's other hand were tucked into the front pocket of figure-hugging, stone-washed jeans. "You look like you had a good night's sleep.""I...yes, I did. Thank you."The woman displayed a slow, surprised smile that Cassidy appreciated after being served up a year of cold shoulder. Perhaps this could be the start of a change between them. "You're just in time for cake," she said genially. She recalled the woman's two teenage sons. "Did Thomas and James come with you?""I had to start them cleaning the gutters," Brenna replied."Is that a normal chore?"Brenna shook her head. "Punishment. They missed curfew last night."Cassidy absorbed the information with surprise. "That's pretty rough. Didn't you miss any curfews as a teen?" Brenna frowned at her. Oops, too familiar, Cassidy thought. In an attempt to recover the situation, she pointed to the kitchen doorway. "Um, cake?"Brenna gestured for Cassidy to go first, then picked up the tray of juice cups and followed.
There are many obstacles, both internal and external, to Cass and Bren’s journeys. But it is each woman’s inner strength that allows her to transform and accept a love that is, for the first time, wholly real and not a Hollywood facade.BUY LINKS:
Turning Point: http://mybook.to/LZTurningPointTurn for Home: http://mybook.to/LZTurn4Home
Metamour Day
Celebrate February 28 as Metamour Day!To celebrate, I'll share an early metamour moment from We Three: One and One and One Makes Three.
setup: Eric demonstrates his support of his wife, Elena's, budding relationship with Jess...
When he and Elena had started to come to Caliente, there'd been no looking back. This was their swinger home. He hugged Elena to him. Her body fit perfectly against his, and he nuzzled her hair.
Her breath hitched, and he pulled back to study her. "Hey," he said. The song changed to a faster beat, though not louder, a benefit of being a combination bar and dance floor. The bartenders and waitstaff still could get your order. Eric smiled to encourage Elena's smile. She did smile—but he could see that it was a bit forced. There was a furrow in her brow, and her lips were thinned, pressed together, and pulled up only at the corners. "You didn't tell me how your lunch date with Jess went," he gambled.
Elena didn’t answer immediately; instead her lips pursed. Ah, Eric thought, something went wrong on their date.
"We didn't get to have lunch together, or really anything. She was called up to work a shift."
Oh. Oh, Eric thought. That explains everything. Almost. "Were you interrupted?" Elena nodded. Shit. "Was it bad?"
"Awkward. I stayed around here, had a couple drinks, a salad. But… there was no more… I know she would have come back if she could have."
"So Jess is another you, huh?" Eric knew it was painful for Elena, but he admitted to himself he found it a bit amusing.
"She apologized. She wanted to see me again. I know we already said we'd come out tonight, but…" Elena glanced toward the bar, where Eric saw Jess working, rapidly filling drink orders, standing next to a male bartender. "I don't know how to start again. The mood changed so fast," she said.
Elena's distraction tonight was now fully explained. She'd been trying to watch Jess, to gauge when she could possibly approach her again. It occurred to Eric that he hadn't seen Jess leave the bar once all night. Their drink orders had been taken and delivered by a redheaded waitress wearing fishnet stockings, a skintight black skirt, and a pink button-up that strained to contain her ample cleavage. He knew Saturdays were probably the busiest night of the week here, but surely the blonde should've had a break at some point, like she had the night of the gallery opening?
"The bar's last call is 2:00 a.m. We can stick around until things close up and she's off the clock. Then maybe we can talk with her? She had such a good time with us at the house on Monday. I can't imagine she's not still interested in spending time together." He led Elena back to the table. "You like to keep work and play separate. It's not really hard to imagine she does the same."
Elena's eyes gleamed a little then; he'd returned some of her hope. "Yeah."
"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. But being off-balance after an interruption doesn't make it easy at the time to see all that."
Her smile was more genuine this time. "I guess you're right."
Eric gave his chest an exaggerated pat. "Of course I am." She did laugh, as he wanted, and Eric mentally patted himself again for knowing her so well.
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setup: Eric demonstrates his support of his wife, Elena's, budding relationship with Jess...
When he and Elena had started to come to Caliente, there'd been no looking back. This was their swinger home. He hugged Elena to him. Her body fit perfectly against his, and he nuzzled her hair.
Her breath hitched, and he pulled back to study her. "Hey," he said. The song changed to a faster beat, though not louder, a benefit of being a combination bar and dance floor. The bartenders and waitstaff still could get your order. Eric smiled to encourage Elena's smile. She did smile—but he could see that it was a bit forced. There was a furrow in her brow, and her lips were thinned, pressed together, and pulled up only at the corners. "You didn't tell me how your lunch date with Jess went," he gambled.
Elena didn’t answer immediately; instead her lips pursed. Ah, Eric thought, something went wrong on their date.
"We didn't get to have lunch together, or really anything. She was called up to work a shift."
Oh. Oh, Eric thought. That explains everything. Almost. "Were you interrupted?" Elena nodded. Shit. "Was it bad?"
"Awkward. I stayed around here, had a couple drinks, a salad. But… there was no more… I know she would have come back if she could have."
"So Jess is another you, huh?" Eric knew it was painful for Elena, but he admitted to himself he found it a bit amusing.
"She apologized. She wanted to see me again. I know we already said we'd come out tonight, but…" Elena glanced toward the bar, where Eric saw Jess working, rapidly filling drink orders, standing next to a male bartender. "I don't know how to start again. The mood changed so fast," she said.
Elena's distraction tonight was now fully explained. She'd been trying to watch Jess, to gauge when she could possibly approach her again. It occurred to Eric that he hadn't seen Jess leave the bar once all night. Their drink orders had been taken and delivered by a redheaded waitress wearing fishnet stockings, a skintight black skirt, and a pink button-up that strained to contain her ample cleavage. He knew Saturdays were probably the busiest night of the week here, but surely the blonde should've had a break at some point, like she had the night of the gallery opening?
"The bar's last call is 2:00 a.m. We can stick around until things close up and she's off the clock. Then maybe we can talk with her? She had such a good time with us at the house on Monday. I can't imagine she's not still interested in spending time together." He led Elena back to the table. "You like to keep work and play separate. It's not really hard to imagine she does the same."
Elena's eyes gleamed a little then; he'd returned some of her hope. "Yeah."
"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. But being off-balance after an interruption doesn't make it easy at the time to see all that."
Her smile was more genuine this time. "I guess you're right."
Eric gave his chest an exaggerated pat. "Of course I am." She did laugh, as he wanted, and Eric mentally patted himself again for knowing her so well.
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Today!contents: FF, MF, FFM explicit sex and romanceFebruary 27, 2019
WIP Wednesday
I've started a couple new projects, trying to decide which will take off first. I thought I'd let readers share their thoughts. The vote buttons are at the bottom of the post after the excerpts.
Summer Lovin' (page 1)
summary: A young woman on family vacation in Florida meets a lifeguard on Daytona Beach. (F/F)
Rosa Martinez exhaled at the sight of the dunes covered in sea oats. Finally. Some private time. She and her family had arrived two days ago to the condominium complex located in Daytona Beach, Florida, for two weeks of vacation. The annual family vacation had been scheduled later this year than previous years.
It meant she had only two weeks to get a proper summer tan or she’d be laughed at for even suggesting she was half-Cuban when she walked onto the campus at Miami University in August. Her mother’s scowl when she appeared “brown as a beechnut” in a sleeveless dress for her piano recital would be a bonus, too.
The walkway over the dunes looked ready to crumble at the slightest misstep. The nails in the planks were rusted and the planks themselves warped extensively by salt water exposure. Yes, the area was prone to assault from hurricanes from late summer into fall, but this was suggestive of abandonment. An unkept walkway prompted thoughts of a slice of waterfront heaven where few people would be found. Perfect.
She cast a glance over her shoulder to assure she was alone. No one had been awake at the condo when Rosa slipped out the door on her mission for some alone time. But there had been a few people milling about, particularly around the 7-Eleven where she’d bought her sunglasses. Assured she was indeed alone, Rosa shifted her towel and canvas beach bag to her right shoulder then reached for the handrail with her left hand.
When she stepped out onto the planks, the second one shifted under her rubber surf shoes but, determinedly looking forward, she focused on her solitary goal and let her ears filled with the sounds of crashing surf and seagulls arguing. A few more shaky steps along the way and finally she stood on a wide beach. Before going to sleep last night she’d checked online for the tide tables. Right now, at just a few minutes before dawn, the tide was most definitely out.
Walking toward the water’s edge, the soft sand shifting easily under Rosa’s ankles finally gave way to hard-pack. Seaweed had been thrown onto the beach overnight and the rough line of it for a good mile in both directions showed her where the high tide line had last been. She wanted to stay out here as much of the morning as possible, so she laid out her towel between clumps. Withdrawing a compact telescoping umbrella from her canvas bag, Rosa buried the end of it in the sand. Appraising her set up, Rosa put her hands on her hips. Finally, she closed her eyes, inhaled the brine smell of the ocean and listened to seagulls.
Finally calm and relaxed, Rosa turned to walk down to the water’s edge.
“Stop!” A breathless voice disrupted her idyll.
Fuck. Turning back to look up the beach toward the speaker, Rosa spied a blonde in jogging pants, matching dark blue jacket, and white tank top, running toward her. “What?”
“Just got a jellyfish warning. This beach is closed.”
“What?” Rosa looked around and held out her arms to show what she saw. “There’s no jellyfish here.”
“Reported on the south side, which means they’re in the surf right now. They’ll be up on the beach with the next high tide.”
“In six hours,” Rosa said. “Not now. So if you’ll excuse me.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Who are you to stop me?”
“I’m the lifeguard.” The blonde waved her arm toward a lifeguard tower about 300 yards away.
Doctor Doctor (page 1)
summary: New ER doctor (and single mom) meets a woman on the beach in Miami only to learn later she's also on staff at the same hospital. (F/F)
The salt air whipped at Jill Barnett's face as she held her son's hand. They had left the wooden walk and she let Taylor pull his feet from his tiny sandals. He strained against her hold trying to run at the water rolling in tiny eddies onto the beach. They weren't dressed for swimming and she thought now that had been short-sighted on her part. She had only wanted to get out of the apartment after spending most of the last three days unpacking and figuring out where everything needed to go.
Spotting a bench, she steered her son toward it with a promise of dipping his toes in the water "in a minute."
She looked back to the street and was just able to see the corner of their building beyond the 7-Eleven, the ubiquitous corner stores that seemed to be everywhere down here. She definitely needed a new landmark if she was going to get comfortable. She searched the area, spotting a peach awning painted with pale blue trim over a picnic table and grill mounted on a thick wood post.
Brushing Taylor's dusty blond hair from his face became a repetitive action with the wind blowing it. Taylor decided it was peekaboo and giggled, trying to cover her eyes with his tiny hands. "Momma, boo!"
She smiled at her son’s antics, but her heart wasn’t in it. Yeah, momma boo, Jill thought, looking around. She had needed a fresh start. Getting nearly fourteen hundred miles away from Chicago was definitely that. She thought of the temporary assignment she had landed -- three months -- with a bit of anxiety. With luck, it would lead to something else and she could stay longer. In a bid toward self-actualization, she had signed a full year lease.
Taylor tugged her again toward the water. For a long moment, she focused on the rhythmic motion of the waves. It did look inviting. She wondered if anyone would mind a naked two year old while she wet her feet.
She decided against being that bold; his diaper could be changed for dry later. "All right. C'mon, Taylor. Let's go get wet." She tucked his shorts and their sandals into his diaper bag on her shoulder. Holding his hand she walked him down to the water's edge just where the sand was newly wet.
He danced with laughter in the first tiny wave. "Col’, momma! Col’!" It was indeed cold at first, but keeping her feet submerged Jill found it gradually became comfortable. She walked along the water's edge, feeling the sand between her toes with almost as much surprising joy as her son, who did a bouncy dance in and out of the wavelets, giggling and throwing his arms around.
It had been forever since she felt carefree enough to do something as simple as run barefoot in sand. She had spent years studying medicine, completing her residency, taking on the many specialty rotations. Then there had been the stress accompanying her selection to the acute care unit. Her mind flitted over the frequently-at-odds leaders of the unit, Doctors House and Chase. Briefly she wondered if Greg had finally kicked his addiction. She figured he had. That man somehow always landed on his feet, whether it was with off the wall medical diagnoses or ending up on the wrong side of a hospital board decision. Robert seemed to always see to that. But she had put both of them behind her when she took the posting to the ER. God, no wonder she felt overdue for a vacation. Just mentally listing her CV was exhausting.
The wind tousled her hair and pulled her back to the present. She let go of Taylor's hand in order to secure her blond curls in an elastic hair band. The humidity here had enhanced the natural curl she’d spent years trying to smooth out for a more “academic” look.
Taylor ran after a retreating wave, trying to stomp it. Jill dropped her arms and her bag. She reached out and scooped up her son just as he started to fall forward from the force of the water taking his legs out from under him. He spluttered and she brought him against her chest, feeling her heart pounding, shaking her body from head to toe. "Taylor!"
Dark hair followed by a compact body erupted from the water in front of her and Jill’s knees gave out beneath her. The world tilted at the same time strong hands wrapped around her upper arms. “Whoa!” could be heard just under her own yelp.
A voice, with a fluid and mildly rolled accent Jill heard everywhere in the stores and streets here, asked if she was all right.
surveys
Summer Lovin' (page 1)
summary: A young woman on family vacation in Florida meets a lifeguard on Daytona Beach. (F/F)
Rosa Martinez exhaled at the sight of the dunes covered in sea oats. Finally. Some private time. She and her family had arrived two days ago to the condominium complex located in Daytona Beach, Florida, for two weeks of vacation. The annual family vacation had been scheduled later this year than previous years.
It meant she had only two weeks to get a proper summer tan or she’d be laughed at for even suggesting she was half-Cuban when she walked onto the campus at Miami University in August. Her mother’s scowl when she appeared “brown as a beechnut” in a sleeveless dress for her piano recital would be a bonus, too.
The walkway over the dunes looked ready to crumble at the slightest misstep. The nails in the planks were rusted and the planks themselves warped extensively by salt water exposure. Yes, the area was prone to assault from hurricanes from late summer into fall, but this was suggestive of abandonment. An unkept walkway prompted thoughts of a slice of waterfront heaven where few people would be found. Perfect.
She cast a glance over her shoulder to assure she was alone. No one had been awake at the condo when Rosa slipped out the door on her mission for some alone time. But there had been a few people milling about, particularly around the 7-Eleven where she’d bought her sunglasses. Assured she was indeed alone, Rosa shifted her towel and canvas beach bag to her right shoulder then reached for the handrail with her left hand.
When she stepped out onto the planks, the second one shifted under her rubber surf shoes but, determinedly looking forward, she focused on her solitary goal and let her ears filled with the sounds of crashing surf and seagulls arguing. A few more shaky steps along the way and finally she stood on a wide beach. Before going to sleep last night she’d checked online for the tide tables. Right now, at just a few minutes before dawn, the tide was most definitely out.
Walking toward the water’s edge, the soft sand shifting easily under Rosa’s ankles finally gave way to hard-pack. Seaweed had been thrown onto the beach overnight and the rough line of it for a good mile in both directions showed her where the high tide line had last been. She wanted to stay out here as much of the morning as possible, so she laid out her towel between clumps. Withdrawing a compact telescoping umbrella from her canvas bag, Rosa buried the end of it in the sand. Appraising her set up, Rosa put her hands on her hips. Finally, she closed her eyes, inhaled the brine smell of the ocean and listened to seagulls.
Finally calm and relaxed, Rosa turned to walk down to the water’s edge.
“Stop!” A breathless voice disrupted her idyll.
Fuck. Turning back to look up the beach toward the speaker, Rosa spied a blonde in jogging pants, matching dark blue jacket, and white tank top, running toward her. “What?”
“Just got a jellyfish warning. This beach is closed.”
“What?” Rosa looked around and held out her arms to show what she saw. “There’s no jellyfish here.”
“Reported on the south side, which means they’re in the surf right now. They’ll be up on the beach with the next high tide.”
“In six hours,” Rosa said. “Not now. So if you’ll excuse me.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Who are you to stop me?”
“I’m the lifeguard.” The blonde waved her arm toward a lifeguard tower about 300 yards away.
Doctor Doctor (page 1)
summary: New ER doctor (and single mom) meets a woman on the beach in Miami only to learn later she's also on staff at the same hospital. (F/F)
The salt air whipped at Jill Barnett's face as she held her son's hand. They had left the wooden walk and she let Taylor pull his feet from his tiny sandals. He strained against her hold trying to run at the water rolling in tiny eddies onto the beach. They weren't dressed for swimming and she thought now that had been short-sighted on her part. She had only wanted to get out of the apartment after spending most of the last three days unpacking and figuring out where everything needed to go.
Spotting a bench, she steered her son toward it with a promise of dipping his toes in the water "in a minute."
She looked back to the street and was just able to see the corner of their building beyond the 7-Eleven, the ubiquitous corner stores that seemed to be everywhere down here. She definitely needed a new landmark if she was going to get comfortable. She searched the area, spotting a peach awning painted with pale blue trim over a picnic table and grill mounted on a thick wood post.
Brushing Taylor's dusty blond hair from his face became a repetitive action with the wind blowing it. Taylor decided it was peekaboo and giggled, trying to cover her eyes with his tiny hands. "Momma, boo!"
She smiled at her son’s antics, but her heart wasn’t in it. Yeah, momma boo, Jill thought, looking around. She had needed a fresh start. Getting nearly fourteen hundred miles away from Chicago was definitely that. She thought of the temporary assignment she had landed -- three months -- with a bit of anxiety. With luck, it would lead to something else and she could stay longer. In a bid toward self-actualization, she had signed a full year lease.
Taylor tugged her again toward the water. For a long moment, she focused on the rhythmic motion of the waves. It did look inviting. She wondered if anyone would mind a naked two year old while she wet her feet.
She decided against being that bold; his diaper could be changed for dry later. "All right. C'mon, Taylor. Let's go get wet." She tucked his shorts and their sandals into his diaper bag on her shoulder. Holding his hand she walked him down to the water's edge just where the sand was newly wet.
He danced with laughter in the first tiny wave. "Col’, momma! Col’!" It was indeed cold at first, but keeping her feet submerged Jill found it gradually became comfortable. She walked along the water's edge, feeling the sand between her toes with almost as much surprising joy as her son, who did a bouncy dance in and out of the wavelets, giggling and throwing his arms around.
It had been forever since she felt carefree enough to do something as simple as run barefoot in sand. She had spent years studying medicine, completing her residency, taking on the many specialty rotations. Then there had been the stress accompanying her selection to the acute care unit. Her mind flitted over the frequently-at-odds leaders of the unit, Doctors House and Chase. Briefly she wondered if Greg had finally kicked his addiction. She figured he had. That man somehow always landed on his feet, whether it was with off the wall medical diagnoses or ending up on the wrong side of a hospital board decision. Robert seemed to always see to that. But she had put both of them behind her when she took the posting to the ER. God, no wonder she felt overdue for a vacation. Just mentally listing her CV was exhausting.
The wind tousled her hair and pulled her back to the present. She let go of Taylor's hand in order to secure her blond curls in an elastic hair band. The humidity here had enhanced the natural curl she’d spent years trying to smooth out for a more “academic” look.
Taylor ran after a retreating wave, trying to stomp it. Jill dropped her arms and her bag. She reached out and scooped up her son just as he started to fall forward from the force of the water taking his legs out from under him. He spluttered and she brought him against her chest, feeling her heart pounding, shaking her body from head to toe. "Taylor!"
Dark hair followed by a compact body erupted from the water in front of her and Jill’s knees gave out beneath her. The world tilted at the same time strong hands wrapped around her upper arms. “Whoa!” could be heard just under her own yelp.
A voice, with a fluid and mildly rolled accent Jill heard everywhere in the stores and streets here, asked if she was all right.
surveys
February 21, 2019
Throwback Thursday
For Throwback Thursday, I'm going to share a look back at the bisexual characters in my earliest stories, even when they were marked as "lesbian romance."
A little explanation. A dozen years ago I came out as bisexual, which was fine, but the community of writers I was involved with were mostly lesbians and the stories I was writing were about women who ended up exclusively romantic with women.
Today it's well understood that bisexuality isn't a phase, and doesn't change with the sex of one's romantic partner(s). Back then however the market was a little less concerned with that. Especially when it came to marketing romances. FYI, most community centers weren't even described as LGBTQ. They were "the Gay and Lesbian Alliance" or "Gay and Lesbian Center" of X city." Publishing was all about labeling to find their audience and focused on whether the relationship being built in the book was F/F (lesbian), M/M (gay), or M/F (het).
The Story Behind Turning Point
Okay. So anyway, into this environment, I wrote my first original novel (drafted in 2001). I just wrote the story I had in my head not really thinking about the marketing, because I wasn't actually thinking I'd ever publish it.
The story I was telling was inspired by the lyric "it's sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along." It's from the song "It's Sad to Belong" written by Randy Goodrum and sung by England Dan and John Ford Coley.
I had this idea that these women realize they're in love and spend the novel trying to figure out if and how to get together. They don't want to cheat; they don't want to hurt other people. They just want to be happy.
These characters are both bisexual, though I don't use the term, and today the book could be marketed with the "bisexual" label. Back in 2007 though, because the story ends their M/F relationships and the women are with each other at the end in an F/F relationship, Turning Point was marketed as "lesbian romance."
The story was deemed pretty good writing and popular with readers as well as critics. Turning Point was a finalist for the Debut Author award from the Golden Crown Literary Society, a lesbian fiction focused group.
Under the cut I'm including a scene from Turning Point that, I think, demonstrates not the struggle with "oh I'm actually a lesbian" but rather "I'm in love with this person, who happens to be a woman."
"bisexual awakening" excerpts from Turning Point
Cassidy stirred as the call came again from outside the tent. She flexed her wrist and arm and found an unfamiliar texture pressing against her palm. Focusing, she realized she held Brenna's injured hand in her own. Gently she released her grip and tracked up to the other woman's profile, finding the distinctively featured face turned toward her. A sharp pang of desire made her breath catch.
Is it possible to fall in love in a day? She shook her head. This has been building for a lot longer than a day. What she had always felt as admiration was finally blossoming, having been buried under work and their intense and adversarial relationship for weeks, probably months.
...
Brenna has similar thoughts...which leads to their first acknowledge to one another.
[Brenna] handed her plate to Caroline and set out of camp. Passing the main table, she plucked an apricot from the basket of fruit. Aimlessly, she turned onto a path that would take her higher up the mountain.
Determined to sort out her feelings, she followed the narrowing path, trying all the while to dispel the
image of kissing away that doubting look from Cassidy's face.
She's a woman, her inner voice pointed out. Brenna was surprised to find that the inferno inside her did not dim for a second.
You're married. All right, that caused a brief flicker. However, her heart softened again at another visit from her memory: Cassidy's face as they hugged in the Pinnacle lot the week after Ryan's mishap in Sports Warehouse. The fires roared back to life.
Brenna was forced to acknowledge that it was desire she felt -- not protectiveness, not simple friendship. Her belly was thick with it; her chest ached with it. Her breaths shortened. I can't be feeling this. She felt like turning tail and running. Her heart pounded, her head throbbed, and her knees shook. She couldn't move. Sinking to the ground against a tree, Brenna closed her eyes against the images that would not stop now that they had come forward to be recognized.
The crack of dry wood breaking brought her head up sharply. Twilight shadows concealed the face, but it wasn't necessary to see; she knew who had followed her.
She dug her hands into the tree behind her and rose slowly, steadying herself in the maelstrom of
emotions assaulting her, challenging her conscience. Should I flee again? Or is it time to stop running?
She studied Cassidy's silhouette. The other woman's head was tilted, her shoulders rounded. She hesitated, but then stepped forward.
All contrary arguments were crushed under the weighty evidence of a reality far more powerful as Brenna realized, I do feel. "How did this happen?"
"So you do...I wondered if it was just me." Cassidy stepped hesitantly forward into a beam of moonlight that pierced the canopy of trees.
A little explanation. A dozen years ago I came out as bisexual, which was fine, but the community of writers I was involved with were mostly lesbians and the stories I was writing were about women who ended up exclusively romantic with women.
Today it's well understood that bisexuality isn't a phase, and doesn't change with the sex of one's romantic partner(s). Back then however the market was a little less concerned with that. Especially when it came to marketing romances. FYI, most community centers weren't even described as LGBTQ. They were "the Gay and Lesbian Alliance" or "Gay and Lesbian Center" of X city." Publishing was all about labeling to find their audience and focused on whether the relationship being built in the book was F/F (lesbian), M/M (gay), or M/F (het).
The Story Behind Turning Point
Okay. So anyway, into this environment, I wrote my first original novel (drafted in 2001). I just wrote the story I had in my head not really thinking about the marketing, because I wasn't actually thinking I'd ever publish it.
Here's the story line to Turning Point in a nutshell: Two women who have a difficult work relationship slowly build a friendship that becomes more while weathering stresses at work and home. The problem? One's married and the other is dating a man.
The story I was telling was inspired by the lyric "it's sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along." It's from the song "It's Sad to Belong" written by Randy Goodrum and sung by England Dan and John Ford Coley.I had this idea that these women realize they're in love and spend the novel trying to figure out if and how to get together. They don't want to cheat; they don't want to hurt other people. They just want to be happy.
These characters are both bisexual, though I don't use the term, and today the book could be marketed with the "bisexual" label. Back in 2007 though, because the story ends their M/F relationships and the women are with each other at the end in an F/F relationship, Turning Point was marketed as "lesbian romance."
The story was deemed pretty good writing and popular with readers as well as critics. Turning Point was a finalist for the Debut Author award from the Golden Crown Literary Society, a lesbian fiction focused group.
Under the cut I'm including a scene from Turning Point that, I think, demonstrates not the struggle with "oh I'm actually a lesbian" but rather "I'm in love with this person, who happens to be a woman."
"bisexual awakening" excerpts from Turning Point
Cassidy stirred as the call came again from outside the tent. She flexed her wrist and arm and found an unfamiliar texture pressing against her palm. Focusing, she realized she held Brenna's injured hand in her own. Gently she released her grip and tracked up to the other woman's profile, finding the distinctively featured face turned toward her. A sharp pang of desire made her breath catch.
Is it possible to fall in love in a day? She shook her head. This has been building for a lot longer than a day. What she had always felt as admiration was finally blossoming, having been buried under work and their intense and adversarial relationship for weeks, probably months.
...
Brenna has similar thoughts...which leads to their first acknowledge to one another.
[Brenna] handed her plate to Caroline and set out of camp. Passing the main table, she plucked an apricot from the basket of fruit. Aimlessly, she turned onto a path that would take her higher up the mountain.
Determined to sort out her feelings, she followed the narrowing path, trying all the while to dispel the
image of kissing away that doubting look from Cassidy's face.
She's a woman, her inner voice pointed out. Brenna was surprised to find that the inferno inside her did not dim for a second.
You're married. All right, that caused a brief flicker. However, her heart softened again at another visit from her memory: Cassidy's face as they hugged in the Pinnacle lot the week after Ryan's mishap in Sports Warehouse. The fires roared back to life.
Brenna was forced to acknowledge that it was desire she felt -- not protectiveness, not simple friendship. Her belly was thick with it; her chest ached with it. Her breaths shortened. I can't be feeling this. She felt like turning tail and running. Her heart pounded, her head throbbed, and her knees shook. She couldn't move. Sinking to the ground against a tree, Brenna closed her eyes against the images that would not stop now that they had come forward to be recognized.
The crack of dry wood breaking brought her head up sharply. Twilight shadows concealed the face, but it wasn't necessary to see; she knew who had followed her.
She dug her hands into the tree behind her and rose slowly, steadying herself in the maelstrom of
emotions assaulting her, challenging her conscience. Should I flee again? Or is it time to stop running?
She studied Cassidy's silhouette. The other woman's head was tilted, her shoulders rounded. She hesitated, but then stepped forward.
All contrary arguments were crushed under the weighty evidence of a reality far more powerful as Brenna realized, I do feel. "How did this happen?"
"So you do...I wondered if it was just me." Cassidy stepped hesitantly forward into a beam of moonlight that pierced the canopy of trees.
February 19, 2019
More critical acclaim for We Three
There's another amazing review for We Three: One and One and One Makes Three.This one is from the creators and hosts of By the Bi podcast. The podcast is subtitled "Promiscuity with Permission" and features discussions of consensual non-monogamy. They also discuss a lot about bisexuality. In this way, they are absolute the perfect audience I envisioned reading my novel. They can also authentically discuss its realism and how "We Three" addresses things like consent and communication in open relationships, like swinging or polyamory.
I heartily recommend subscribing and supporting their podcast through their Patreon.
Here's some of the highlights from their review!
"will definitely leave you lusting for more"
"chock full of steamy scenes"
"intimately beautiful detail"
"deftly handled safer sex while not detracting from the erotic nature of the storytelling. Definitely applause worthy!!!"
"everything it's supposed to be with a few very nice surprises"
"Four out of five on the scale of moistness."
If you'd like your very own copy of We Three follow this link to Supposed Crimes where you can find all formats in ebook and even paperback. Purchase a book and send me a DM about it.
I'll send you an autographed postcard as a Thank You.
February 14, 2019
Happy Valentine's Day
Candy hearts are one of my favorite wonderful and silly things about the holiday. 
I've been sharing on Twitter a bunch of romantic excerpts from my erotic romance We Three: One and One and One Makes Three. 
While I'd love you to follow me on Twitter, here's all the quotes presented like a sea of candy heart messages.
Yeah, I know, my excerpts are too long to fit on candy hearts. Probably would have to resort to those decorated cookies or a sheet cake. LOL
I also have a treat for readers. If you would like to read a NSFW threesome scene with Eric, Elena and Jess from We Fit, the sequel I'm writing to We Three, click here.
NSFW Valentine's Day
Special EditionThis scene features Eric, Elena and Jess from We Three: One and One and One Makes Three enjoying a Valentine's Day morning together. It's from the sequel titled "We Fit" (work in progress)
Content: FFM oral sex from Eric's POV.
NSFW ThreesomeEric had been raised in a home with very rigid gender roles. Valentine's Day was "treat your woman like a queen" day - even though his father had always treated his mother shitty the rest of the year. He tried to avoid the "being a shithead" part of his father's example, but he did love treating Elena extra special for Valentine's Day. When they first got together, Elena had insisted on a more equal ground of give and take, and Eric found feeling cherished by a woman didn't make him feel less manly.
It was Valentine's morning and barely dawn. He'd awakened to his hard-on being encouraged to rise by Elena and Jess. Their hands and mouths tangled as often around his penis as around each other. Being given delicious attention by two gorgeous women, Eric could definitely say made him feel fantastically, fuckingly male. Elena was currently guiding his cock into Jess's mouth and Jess was enthusiastically sucking it all the way to the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down, generously lubricating the shaft, while her talented tongue explored the underside of the head where his nerve endings appreciatively fired on all cylinders. His groans felt like they were pulled from his toes. He curled his fingers into thick blonde and brunette hair, trying to remember not to pull, while his toes dug into the sheets and tried to keep his grip on reality.
He loved sinking into Elena's body, feeling almost as equally protected as protecting. But Jess gave the most amazing head. He patted her shoulder, silently conveying he wanted to return the favor. Jess turned around and lowered her center over Eric's mouth. He hummed against her clit and was rewarded by her quickly grinding down onto his face. Jess gasped, her hot breath surrounding his cock. She sucked down on his cock after that then pulled back, the suction creating a "pop" when she released it. His hips jerked without conscious will as his cock demanded to return to the warmth of Jess's mouth.
She chuckled; Eric smiled. Jess was always pleased when he lost his finesse because of her actions. At other times, she told him she admired his restraint and experience. He loved hitting her buttons, too, and went after another one now.
Pulling on her hips, Eric swirled his tongue on Jess's clit, leaving her writhing on his chest. Elena smiled down at him from above and between Jess's quivering thighs.
"Happy Valentine's Day, flyboy," Elena said with a catbird grin, while she nonchalantly massaged Jess's ass.
Elena's extra stimulation made Jess's juices soak Eric's chin. He licked deeply into her to catch it all. She shuddered on him again, sucked his cock, and he couldn't hold back any longer, pushing his hips up and curling his back. When the pressure popped, his cock jerked as he came. Jess wrapped him in a firm fist and pumped several more times.
"Elena," Jess called Elena back to help her suck and lick the cream off. Eric's eyes rolled back in his head.
Damn it felt good to give and receive, he thought. The edges of his vision tinted gray and he sighed happily. Jess wriggled with her joy at milking him. He heard Elena and Jess's laughter and then felt them kissing around his cock.
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