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Excerpt ‘One Night Stand with three’

This story is the first menage story thatOneNightStandwithThree I have ever written. I was wondering whether I could write man on man sex and with a dominant female for once. Turns out that I could 🙂

I loved how the characters developed and how the simple one night stand changed Damian’s life forever (somewhere in the realm of fictional characters ;))

I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

The book is free to read through Kindle Unlimited and available for purchase here:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00T0V3T30

Free excerpt from the story:

“Ehm, I, I don’t know if this some misunderstanding or anything, but I, ehm, I’m not gay. I mean, no offense.” Damian turned even redder than he had already become. Tyler merely smiled.

“Neither am I, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun together.” He stepped closer, took Damian by the neck and kissed him passionately on the mouth. “See, nothing weird about that.”

Wow. That one kiss had completely taken away his breath. Tyler had felt so strong, so masculine and yet so enjoyable.

“But yeah, I could do with a warm-up. I take it you have never given head before?”

Damian looked down at his own penis. “No, not to a man.”

“Well, first time for everything.” He heard his own words being used against him. Tyler dropped his pants and underwear and started to stroke his dick. For a moment Damian was indecisive. Should he really…? What the hell, why not.

He dropped down on his knees, just like Rebecca had done earlier. He had never been this close to another man’s penis before. He closed his hand around it; in the way he liked it best. He slowly moved his hand and studied the reactions he saw. How strange to be doing this and not being able to feel it himself. He looked up at Tyler and saw him waiting expectedly. That’s when he decided to go on with it. He embraced the dick in front of him with his mouth. This felt really weird. He had never expected it to feel so big, to feel so filled. Somehow he knew how he needed to make the movements that he loved to receive so much. And judging by Tyler’s movements and moans he was indeed making the right ones.

“So how are we doing in here?” Rebecca reentered the room. Damian didn’t even look up. He was too entrenched in his new job. “Seems like you’re having a good time.” She put the drinks on the table. She then turned to Tyler. “Hi love, I’m glad that you’re back.” She kissed him on the mouth. “No reply? Is he that good?” She smiled and sat down behind Damian. She grabbed his dick. “Wow, you’re back up quickly. And harder than before.”

Damian had already noticed that he was very hard indeed, but had thought it was because of the exceptional circumstances. She proceeded to stroke his dick softly. He was giving the task his all and enjoyed it immensely.

“Anyone wanna make me come?” Rebecca asked while she lay down on the couch with her legs spread.

Ass for Auction

Update March 22nd!Hisfortwonights

Amazon has marked this book as ‘adult’, so in response I have chastened the cover and title. The new title is ‘His for Two Nights’. And a new cover:

 

 

 

 

My latest release is all about anal sex! Regner buys Frederique during an auction and has set his mind on fucking her virgin ass. Frederique is not so hot on that idea. Yet she is his for the weekend…

‘Ass for Auction’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:

http://amzn.to/1DwQvOo

To give myself over to a complete stranger for an entire weekend…that is what I signed up AssforAuctionfor. What will this mystery man do to me?

Frederique takes part of an auction at a local club. She doesn’t know who will buy her and what will transpire in the weekend.

Regner spent a good deal of money on her. He discovers unchartered territory. Will she enjoy the time exploring this new area? Will she learn to love it?

Warning: This 8800 word story is for adults only and contains scenes of sex, oral sex and anal sex between consenting adults.

Writer as ‘career decision’

Last week somewhere this quote appeared on my Pinterest page. I read lots of inspirational stuff there and I usually don’t think much of it, but this one hit me.

I didn’t choose to become a writer. I am a writer.

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my career counsellor and he said: “It’s a lonely occupation you have chosen.” At that moment I thought to myself: It’s not an occupation I have chosen. It’s the only thing I can see myself doing for the next sixty years. I am indeed not fit for anything else.

I work in retail now. I am very unhappy there. I overthink things. I overanalyse everything, which is why I don’t finish tasks on time. I want to do things properly which takes too much time. The biggest problem is that I think for myself instead of blindly following what I am told to do. I am too smart for my own good. I have trouble connecting with my colleagues. Today’s date is February 15 2015. So I said to my colleague: “It’s a cool date today: 02 15 2015.” He answered: “Oh, is it someone’s birthday?” “No, but the numbers of this date match so nicely.” He gave me the nod of someone who’s thinking: Right, I’ll just nod politely and walk away slowly. That girl’s crazy.

The past year, two years, I’ve looked at many occupations. I’ve looked at job vacancy sites and imagined myself in many work spaces. I can’t do it. I don’t want a dull office job where I get to make copies and get coffee for the manager. I’m not fit to work with my hands. I’m not a good leader, despite the fact that people tend to turn to me because I have a solution for most issues.

I am a writer. It’s the only occupation that I’ve had for all my life and have always gone back to. I’ve taken breaks, sometimes for many years, but I have always come back to writing. And even now I didn’t decide to be a writer, to pursue this as a professional career. I’ve posted some stories online and people seemed to like them. I thought that with my first story on Amazon I might be able to buy one cup of coffee a month. That has turned out to be about ten cups of coffee. That’s by far not enough to quit my day job, but more than I expected.

Will it be a ‘long, hard road for the rest of my life’? Definitely. I am certain of it. But nothing has ever come easy to me. I foresee depression, despair and frustration in the not so distant future in pursuing this path. I just hope that one day people will let me know that they do indeed appreciate my stories. That my stories helped them or maybe only helped them to forget the world for fifteen minutes. And the time I spend writing stories, how difficult it may be, feels a thousand times better than any second spend in my day job. Deep within me it just feels right. The true me is being heard and being allowed to speak. And that’s all that matters.

Openness or Self-Censorship?

What to disclose? This is something Depositphotos_13185706_kleinI struggle with a lot. I have a regular day job. I do not want my employer or my colleagues to find out what I write. I do not want future employers to find out I write smut. And yet I do write smut. Porn even.

I read everywhere that it’s good for a writer to be honest. That it’s advisable to show where you got your inspiration from. And I don’t mind sharing that with the world. But very often my inspiration comes from music groups or actors and I don’t want to associate their names with my porn.

Last week’s blog was specifically about that, about how I attended a concert and how the lead singer inspired me. I self-censored it and I am glad I did. The consequence is that I didn’t post a blog post last week and I didn’t post anything about attending this concert on my personal Facebook. I don’t want to the two accounts to be too similar.

So again I was silent, as I am so often. I not only self-censor myself online, but also in real life. At work I play the nice and decent girl and I have to hold back many snide remarks or sexual jokes. I play a version of me that people have come to expect of me. And no, that doesn’t feel good. I slip into that role seamlessly, but it drains my energy.

And then I come home where we have some promo-DVD lying around on the coffee table. The picture on the cover is some porn model with naked breasts. I see that and I think: That’s how I want to spend my time. Not by watching that DVD and not by having time with that girl, but just by involving myself with erotica, indulging in the erotic world. I don’t think I could do it full-time, but that’s why I spend some of my time looking at my sales numbers and by writing posts like these.

So what do I disclose? I am as careful as possible not to hurt either side. I am secretive so that my day job isn’t hurt by it. I hope I am open enough to satisfy my readers. And in the meantime I came up with this great new story during a walk in nature. Still inspired by a musician whose name I won’t mention, but my character is moving away from his musician-roots and is turning out to be quite sadistic after all. So tonight after my drudgery hours at work I hope to spend some time with them, the characters I made up. That’s all I’m gonna say right now.

One Night Stand with three

My first menage story is out! The story deals with Damian. He always thought he was dreaming of a future with a white picket fence, but then he spends the night with Rebecca and her roommate Tyler.

‘One Night Stand with three’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00T0V3T30OneNightStandwithThree

 

Damian was seduced by Rebecca for a hot one night stand over at her place. Things were hot and heavy. Then Tyler the housemate came in! He turned the night around as well as Damian’s life… 
This 4700 word story deals with sexual interactions between consenting adults, both MM and MMF.

Special Tutoring Box Set

The box set is here: Special Tutoring Box set. All the ‘For her Grades’ stories are now together in this one bundle. More than 10,000 words with the adventures of the teacher of French Saul Hampton. ‘Special Tutoring Box Set’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SK8QR9MSpecialTutoringboxset

For the first time in one bundle: the Special Tutoring stories as one set!
Read about how Saul Hampton offers his students a way to pass his course during private lessons at his house.

In this bundle you’ll find:

Anything for her Grades
Everything for her Grades
Anyhow for her Grades

Full-time Amateur to Full-time Pro

Last weekend I read ‘The Art of War’ by Steven Pressfield (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1319.The_War_of_Art). It was both a kick in the butt and inspiration.warofart_book

I recognised everything he had to say about the ‘Resistance’, which is that part of you that prefers to keep things the old way. The part of you that convinces you to just watch one more episode of … fill in the blank. And the part of you that convinces you that you’re never going to make it as a writer anyway. Why would you? There are thousands of people out there better equipped than you, better adapt at writing, more disciplined, etc etc.

The Resistance is very strong in me. It sounds like Star Wars, but no, it’s not a good thing. For years I’ve listened to it. Every day. I’ve quit writing for longer periods, because ‘the right story hadn’t come to me’. Little did I know that true inspiration is something you need to go looking for, that doesn’t just come to you while watching TV and playing video games if you’re never close to any sheet of paper. So yeah, I was feeling pretty good about myself so far. I’ve been fighting my procrastination habits, been writing at least once a week.

Yeah, once a week. Pressfield distinguishes between amateurs and pros. Guess which one I belong to in his definition? I’m a full-blown amateur. I don’t show up for work every day. I mean, I do with my day job, but not with my writing profession. After a long day’s work, I usually think: I’m too tired to write now. Nothing good will come of it. I have no inspiration (still). That he classified me as an amateur bothered me. A lot.

The past year I’ve been taking my writing more and more seriously. I have now published seven stories and am going to make this my full-time profession. Why am I not making this my number-one priority? I’m slightly afraid it’s still Resistance. Maybe my writing is good enough, but I have zero to none marketing skills. How can I sell books? Where do I get reviews? It’s never going to work anyway.

But here I am now. After a long and tiresome day at work I’m writing this post. I even wrote 300 words to my story. I updated my Twitter. I am working as a Pro. Last weekend I made the decision: from full-time Amateur to full-time Pro.

What balance?

This week has been hard on me. I feel like I keep whining here, and I should write more positive posts. I will. Soon. I hope.

Depositphotos_60867129_originalI keep struggling with the question how to distribute my time between work, writing and marketing my writing. The past couple of days I have had zero inspiration, so writing has been really hard. Work also asked a lot of time from me, so that’s where most of my energy went. The problem is that no matter how hard I work at my day job, they don’t see the difference. Or they see it but just don’t acknowledge it.

With my writing I can tell what I have done and what is the result. Last week my activity was low on Twitter and I can immediately tell the difference with the week before when I was active daily. I did have a cartoon version of me made to use on Twitter and Amazon. I also finished my Special Tutoring series with the release of ‘Anyhow for her Grades’. I’m really proud of that achievement.

On the one hand I feel like I should produce content. On the other hand I need to promote my current books and make sure I put out new stuff. And writing still feels good, even a rambling piece of text like this. I guess it’s something all new Indie-authors struggle with. I hope one day I’ll find a balance. Right now I keep doing what feels best to me. Following my heart seems to be the best strategy there is.

Anyhow for her Grades

The final instalment in the series ‘Special Tutoring’ is here! This book is a follow-up to the second book ‘Everything for her Grades’ and continues to follow the adventures of thAnyhowforherGradese teacher of French Saul Hampton. ‘Anyhow for her Grades’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S4ECR0U

Simone was failing both French and Math. Would Saul be able to teach this sassy girl a lesson, together with his dark-skinned colleague Nigel?

Excerpt ‘Quench his Thirst’

I love vampires. I’m a big fan of True Blood and I have tried several times to write a vampire story myself. I usually failed, but this time I succeeded. The inspiration came to me when I was at a performance of one of my favourite bands: Corvus Corax. They have this one slow song called ‘Mille Anni Passi Sunt’ (a thousand years have passed). I always thought it was a bit boring, since it’s a slow song. But this time the singer explained that it was about vampires. That caught my attention!

During the performance the singer let out a menacingQuenchHisThirst ‘vampire laugh’ and that’s when the basics for this story came to me. A few weeks later I was at a different festival and I witnessed a telling of a dark story. I can’t remember which story, but it was a dark 19th century tale about a curse in a building. That’s when my inspiration added a few more of the details to this story. I think it turned out dark and yet very hot. I loved to write the sadistic side of this vampire. I hope you’ll enjoy it too.

The book is free to read through Kindle Unlimited and available for purchase here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RN7TP40

Free excerpt from the story:

Warning! This story is for adults only and not for
the faint of heart!

He went outside and stretched. He loved the feel of the cold night’s air on his skin. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel the sun on his skin, but he enjoyed the moonlight. Especially now that it was almost full moon he could feel the rays of the darkened light. He sprinted through the woods. He felt free. When he neared the outskirts of the city he caught the scent of a woman. Humans knew vampires were around and usually staid inside during the night, or at least in company of others. This woman was alone, he sensed no one near them. He didn’t have to be fed yet, but this was too good an opportunity to let pass by.

He sauntered over to where she was.

“Good evening.” He nodded to her.

“Oh hey.” He smelled her fear. Good, that made the taste of her blood even stronger. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, yet she made the movement of putting a lock of her hair away. She had large brown eyes and dark hair.

“Are you all right, miss?” She sniffed.

“Yes, thank you.” She tried to walk away from him. Of course he followed her. This game was even more fun than the actual catching of the prey.

“Anything I could help you with?”

“No, thanks.” She turned around to offer him an apologetic smile and that’s when he had her. He locked his eyes on hers.

“Undress yourself and offer yourself to me.” She nodded slowly. “Do it now.”

She unbuttoned her coat and continued to take off all her clothing until she was naked. Her demeanor was that of resignation.

“Good, now offer yourself.” He was curious to see what she would do. Everyone seemed to have a different interpretation. She lay down on the ground and spread her legs. He was surprised. Most women just offered their necks. He would indulge her on this last night of her life. He lay down on top of her. With his hand he guided his cock into her. She was definitely not ready for him. She moaned in protest. He didn’t mind. After a few thrusts she was lubricated enough to make it somewhat enjoyable.

It was time. He sank his fangs into her neck. She screamed in pain, but there was no one to help. Her warm blood tasted good to him. She tasted young, healthy. He wasn’t very hungry, but now his instincts took over. While sucking the blood out of his prey, he rammed his hard cock deep into her body. Her screams subsided. He let go of her neck to shift his position.

“Please,” she whispered.