Writing Sexual Fantasies
BLMorticia
Greetings readers. This is BLMorticia with
another smexy post. *licks lips* Ooh sexual fantasies. Damn I’ve got so many of
them, or rather, Shar has so many of them and that’s why when she writes she
likes to push the envelope.
Yeah when she sits down at the computer
with me or one of the other muses alongside, Coke in hand, kids in bed, she’s
writing down what she herself fantasizes about. I mean, I’m pretty sure most authors are like that about
their books right? Along with the gritty reality, they throw in the sex scene
they wish they could participate in. Or hell, maybe they have! o.O Well, since
I’m in Shar’s head, I can guarantee ya that most of what Shar writes is indeed
fantasy!
Ooh like what you say? Well, one is them is
the scenario in Losing My Inhibitions. This marks my first het book’s one year
anniversary btw! *cheers and waves pom poms* Ahem, any hoot, yeah in that story
my fun and fearless female Vanessa Is cop who likes to be in control. Not only
that, her desire is to use a strap on with a man! Yes, that’s right. My girl
wants to fuck like a man!
Did Shar fantasize about this? Why yes of
course. Not without my wicked influence of course. *snort* but yeah she does
desire to try that. Will it happen? We both seriously doubt it since the DH
isn’t into that but hey, a girl can dream right? That’s why we’re so into
writing. Let’s write stories about using strap-ons, lesbian sex, being in
threesomes with 2 men who also love one another! I’m getting hot just thinking
of it. Whew! All those things we’ve wrote about we’ve also thought about at
some time or another and hell, what could possibly be wrong with that?
Absolutely nothing. So we’ll keep writing
about the fantasies, wishing we could actually be participants or at least
flies on the wall. Yeah about that strap on thing… *goes to find DH*
Since it’s my book’s birthday, how about a
snippet from Losing My Inhibitions?
Officer Vanessa Daniels is fast approaching
her 35th birthday which also happens to be on Valentine’s day. She seeks a
specific kind of man to be her lover and likes being the one in the driver’s
seat.
Jayson Freed is a bartender by day and a
writer by night. He’s looking to find the right woman to help fulfill some of
his inner most fantasies. The two meet on an internet dating site and
immediately start talking. Will the connection work? Will Jayson turn out to be
just what this hard nose girl needs?
A week and a half had passed and
“Booklover” became Jayson Freed, an author who lived on the north side of
Chicago in Lincoln Park neighborhood. He’d been working a little over two years
as a part-time bartender at one of the up and coming restaurants/clubs called, Vision.
Jayson’s main profession included writing
romance, ménages, kink, which I loved. His tastes in music were very similar to
mine, a little bit of everything with a preference towards rock music. On the
surface, he seemed to be exactly what I wanted, even without the background
check. I felt like I already knew Jayson. The more I spoke with him, the more I
wanted to take him.
Now, I’m ready to exchange phone numbers
and get a lot closer to my seemingly perfect match. I needed to hear the voice
that went along with all that smooth and sultry wordage we’d exchanged in the
chat room. Being an author, of course he’d be able to turn me on. I could
imagine speaking to him live would be even more of a treat.
Jayson left me an email saying to meet him
tonight in the same room so we could talk a little more. I wrote back and told
him lets chat by phone instead but he didn’t respond. I didn’t want to sound
desperate, so I did what he asked and hoped he would want to do so after our
talk tonight. I know I could’ve waited for the check to come back to get his
digits but how would I be able to explain that when I called?
After devouring my leftover Chinese, I sat
in front of my laptop, waiting for his message to pop up. The anticipation of
meeting this man killed me. I hoped we could get this ball rolling once we’d
had a couple of conversations by phone. Within a minute, the window popped with
the link which I clicked on immediately. The chat started with the pleasantries
and then he went “quiet.” I decided to just come out and say it. The worst he
could say was, not right now, or flat out no. However, I thought we’d made
enough of a connection that he’d go on and give me what I wanted. I had no
reason to believe that he wouldn’t.
I typed in the words.
LawGirl: Hey. In my email earlier, I asked
you if we could chat by phone. Can we exchange phone numbers?
BookLover: I saw that and was a little
taken aback. Are you sure that you want to?
LawGirl: Why wouldn’t I be? J
BookLover: Because, we’ve only been talking
for about two weeks. I’m sorry. I’d been in a long term relationship for so
long, I’m not aware of the rules these days. When I met my ex-fiancée, she didn’t
give me her number till we’d been talking for about two months.
I had to laugh at that statement.
Occasionally, you’ll find men like this that like to play by the rules.
Obviously, Jayson’s outgoing personality came out in his books and not in his personal
life. I shook my head, and
finished typing.
LawGirl: Well, I’m comfortable giving you
mine now. Besides, I need to hear your sexy voice. The words you put on the
page have gotta sound hotter coming from your mouth.
Booklover: *g* Maybe. You’re quite the
charmer. Even though we’re in a private room, I don’t want to type it out.
LawGirl: I hear ya. Let me message you mine
and I’ll call you okay?
BookLover: Okay Vanessa. I’ll look for
that.
I stopped typing so I could click on his
moniker. As I put in the digits, the nervousness grew a little. Finally, I’d be
talking to the man that had me running home to my computer just about every
night. Due to his late schedule at the club, he’d be getting home around two or
three just as I did, since me and my partner were on third shift at the moment.
I’d been primed and ready to talk with him as soon as I got in the door. Now,
that we’re exchanging numbers, there wouldn’t be a need for the computer. Jayson
and I would finally talk. Hopefully we’d continue the connection and become
closer.
Happy Anniversary! Sounds like a very hot read.
ReplyDeleteTY so much Angelica and thanks to Blak for having my wicked muse
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