Today, I continued working on a new story that I have brewing. And I thought that I would share some of it. The premise is a sexy convention where characters from various erotic fiction stories all get together for a weekend of… Well, anything! In my head, it’s sexual debauchery. But then again, everything in my head is sexual debauchery.
This story (which is actually shaping up to be a novella or maybe even a shorter novel?), but it features all four of my main characters going to this convention and getting themselves into all kinds of sexy situations. But let’s be honest. Would you expect anything less from me?
You know what? Let me introduce the characters to you. For those that have yet to read any of my main works. And shame on you!
Anyway, here we go.
First up is Freya. She’s the central character. Slightly above average height. Red hair. Hazel eyes. Curvy, but still somewhat slim. Sex addict. Has been best friends with Cynthia and Katie for almost their entire lives.
What?
Oh. The “sex addict” part?
Yup. She’s a sex addict. Barely controlled, too. It builds right from the first chapter of my first “Freya’s Sexual Adventures” book and really explodes in the second one (aptly subtitled “Freya the Sex Addict” – as an author, I am not subtle!). Fucking, sucking cock, dick up the ass, handjobs, titjobs, guys, gals, group sex – it’s almost all she thinks about.
So, yeah. That’s Freya.
Cynthia is the epitome of big, bold, and beautiful. She’s like a curvier Marilyn Monroe. Her golden amber hair shines like the sun. Her smile lights up any room she enters. Her tits are gargantuan. And she has the mind of a pervert and the mouth of a sailor.
Basically, she’s a complete hoot. I’m going to include a quote from my new story that sums her up pretty well later on in the blog post.
Next up is Katie. She’s the sweetest little girl you could ever hope to meet. She’s honest, caring, sincere, and completely in love with Cynthia. Like head-over-heels in love with her. ALL she wants in life is to make Cynthia happy. But don’t worry, it goes both ways. Cynthia would never even imagine doing anything to hurt her adorable Katie (her “Katie-bear”).
The two of them may bicker and argue over EVERYTHING, but there is always pure love between them.
And Katie’s a real tiger in bed! Cynthia certainly has her hands full with cute Katie!
That leaves us with Alex. The left out man in this foursome. Well, with a sex-addicted wife and (spoiler alert) the mutual agreement to also have sex with either of Freya’s best friends (Oh, yeah! Things get wild in the second book!), he hardly feels left out. He’s quiet as well as quietly handsome, but strong and confident and can definitely hold his own with the two strong-willed ladies in his life.
Plus, he’s the one with the cock. That helps. Even with Katie’s beloved strap-on, both Freya and Cynthia agree that there’s no real substitute for a good hard dick.
So, that’s the gang. They are a fun bunch to write for and readers have told me that they are a fun bunch to read about.
A reader recently told me that they were his “hands-down favorite fictional characters out of all the erotica he’s read.”
If only he knew the people that my characters were based on…
Anyway, I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from my current work-in-progress. I have my file named “Sex Convention(need a good title).” Suggestions are welcome!
Let me set the scene. The four friends have just stepped into the doorway to the ballroom where the Convention Meet and Greet is being held. Here’s the excerpt:
“It’s amazing,” Cynthia gasped. But she wasn’t looking at the chandeliers or the tables or even the enormous buffet table against the far wall groaning under the weight of endless, and no doubt wholly fattening, hors d'oeuvres and snacks. She was trying to take in the endless array of scantily-clad women with tits on full display. The scantily-clad men with tight asses and broad chests. Women in luxurious gowns of every description, most of them hugging their every curve as they mingled and merged. Handsome men in tuxedos, Italian leather shoes, and expensive jewelry attentively conversing with each other. All Cynthia saw was a literally mouth-watering meat-market of potential sexual conquests.
Her reverie was interrupted by Katie. “Ew. Your hand is all sweaty.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s wet,” Cynthia replied, never taking her eyes off of the feast laid out before her.
“You’re disgusting!”
Still not taking her eyes off of the sexy masses – in fact, barely even blinking – Cynthia hissed, “Shut up, bitch. This is my weekend.”
Hmmm… I wonder where this is going to lead?
(Cliffhanger ending.)
Love,
Frey