It's officially the holidays this week. The kids will be off school. Last chance for shopping. I've already slowed down so much on writing the last couple of weeks. I slacked on real life things and now they are catching up to me. I will do my best to set time aside for writing, but I tend to go to bed before my kids. Sun goes down, I'm thinking about pillow, and the sun goes down so early now. This happens every winter. It's not as bad this year, thankfully. I live in a desert, now. I get more UV in a half day here than a week in the northeast! PupPEE does not help the matter. I get a paragraph, I look over, there's another piddle. Grrr. Then she rolls over and weaponizes her cuteness and, well, good thing they make sprays for that. Corgis for life! I don't know why I didn't do this sooner. But, I'm going to go ahead and take a little hiatus for Christmas. I just don't feel like worrying about posting or stressing about anything I do have the power to control during this stressful time. Just gonna take care of me and mine these next couple of weeks, and if I get any writing done, I will consider it a bonus to keep me going strong into the New Year.
First up for the posting block: Ugh, finally! Smut on the smut site! I know, took me long enough. Kupper and Zigz begin something that will lead them on the path to become legends [the end has most certainly changed from the OG rough draft]. Maybe it's not my very best smut scene, but it was supposed to be more of a romance-focused story than a smut-focused story. Plus, it gets better as we go. Not to mention, the scenes to cum in "Rat and Dragon" and "Dragon Tamers" will not disappoint. ;)
Nothing quite like waking up to Roscrow telling me about his night with S're at the night club. "So, at the night club..." You asshole, you been gone 2 weeks. "Oh yeah. Well anyways, at the night club..." Um... h-hold on. Oh, uh... damn, and husband's not home to help with this. "Oh good, that means you have time to write it." Yooooouuu... would be correct. So, at least the asshole is back. Just in time for the holidays, when I can't write what and when he wants. Just like an asshole.
That said, I thought I would get to writing the chapter fixes for "Girl in the Snow." I did not. And my reader has not gotten any reading done. However, I have a new weapon. I was simply using the wrong type of puppy. I made friends with the gf and discovered his weakness for bernese mountain dogs. Mwhahahaha! And I have permission for torture to commence! He will either read, or he'll get a dog. Either way, good things will happen. ^.^ But, alas, I did not write that chapter. So, I will give you all a new chapter to chew on with a fun cliffhanger. I just can't leave without some sexual tension.
And on Saturday, Roan's sneaky self overhears more than was intended. As a bonus, I'm going to give you all a Christmas gift. A follow-up chapter on Sunday, just to make the holidays that much sweeter- kind of like the sweetness of super short chapters with a guide to sort of [not] follow. I'm almost further in that than Tamers. Go figure. But, having been given an order, Roan will carry out his mission... or almost die trying. Gotta stop being distracted by elf pussy, bud! The mega pussy is a lot scarier!
My husband calls me a tease. *waggles brows* Absolutely! Have an exurb from "The Rat and the Dragon" to keep you excited for my return on Jan 9th. It's something these two say every single time they fuck and it becomes the most important phrase of the story.
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"You will keep your legs spread like this while I tease this needy little button," he warned sweetly, circling his calloused thumb over her clit, gliding effortlessly while covered in the slick of her orgasm.
Huffing and moaning, her chest heaved with every heavy gasp. Twitching and squirming with each jolt of pleasure, every one of his slow, full thrusts kept her right on the edge. Her eyes were so hazy, hardly able to focus on his arrogant face.
God, she hated that expression. She hated that smug smirk. She hated that look in his eyes– like he owned her entirely; like he controlled her completely. And she hated even more that in that moment, he was right.
"I– I hate you," she moaned, a gasp jerking her chest upwards when he thrust in sharply, freezing a second to look at her face.
She hated that wicked grin the most. She could feel his dark, gritty chuckle roll through every part of him that touched her.
"Is that right?" He taunted gruffly. Looking back down at where he violated her, he did not give her the chance to respond, working her up to the edge of climax again. "I think you should prove it, because this hot, wet elf pussy isn't really convincing me. Now be a good girl, and cum for me."