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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:

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:

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.