#WankWednesday Once

#WankWednesday Once

Something a little different this week.


Once, I thought you were a strange geek.
Then I got to know you.
Once, you gave me a ride home in a rusty car.
Then, we spent two hours talking, while the snow piled around us.
Once, I couldn't explain to my friends why I liked you.
Then, I realized, they don't need to know.
Once, you would wait for me after class.
Then, we signed up for the same classes, next semester.
Once, I woke up one morning and realized I missed you.
Then, I told you.
Once, you invited me to your room.
Then, we locked the door.
Once, I laid on your bed, looking at the parachute above me.
Then, you laid down beside me.
Once, you kissed me, I knew
I knew I wanted to be with you.
I knew I wanted you to touch me.
Once, I wanted more.
Then, you gave me more.
It took only once. But I was in love.

#WankWednesday Photos

My entry for WankWednesday #Shine. I love doing these. Because I go back later and make them longer.

"You know what I want to do with you?" he asked as he finished his latte.

"What?" She bit into her scone.

"Photograph you nude."

Britney bit her tongue. "Ow, what?"

Chase chuckled, his brown eyes sparkled. "Are you shy?"

"No, I just never thought you would ask me. You are always asking those thin girls."

He sat back in the chair and tilted his head. "You think you're fat?"

"Fatter than they are." She put her scone down and reached for her mocha. "Besides, how long have we known each other. You never asked before."

"I was never inspired before." He pulled his sketch pad closer. "Right now you are in the perfect light."

Britney looked over her shoulder, then around the coffee shop. "Huh?"

"Trust me." Chase winked. "You are gonna love it. My place tonight?"

Britney curled her red hair around her finger. "Sure. I guess."

Chase sketched, his pencil flew over the paper. "Are you okay with nude?"

Britney gathered up her napkins and empty coffee cup. "I have known you for ten years. I should be able pose nude in front of you."

He chuckled. "You would think so. Seven?"

Britney agreed.

The work day came and went. Britney forgot about the coffee conversation as she scheduled doctor visits, collected patient information, and find one kid his shoe. She stopped for some groceries on the way home. As she went into her apartment building she remembered her appointment with Chase. She sighed. Right now all she wanted to do was eat dinner and put her feet up.

Britney made it inside her apartment as her cell phone rang. It was Chase.

"Chase-"

"You are still coming over, right?"

"I don't know, I had a rough day. I want to have supper and-"

"Eat here. I'll order out."

"I'm exhausted."

"Back rub included."

Britney smiled. "Chase, if I didn't know you better."

"Come on, Brit. I really feel like painting you now. Come over."

She put her bags down. "Okay. Give me a couple of minutes and I will be over."

"Great!"

Britney shook her head.

She made it to Chase's studio an hour later. He had Italian take out sitting on his table. Nothing fancy, he hadn't taken the penne out of the Styrofoam containers. Chase didn't sit down to eat. He sat the food on a tall stool next to his tripod.

"You're gonna like it," he said, after shoveling more food into his mouth.

"What are you planning?" Britney asked.

Chase grinned, tomato sauce dripped to his chin. "I'm doing angels and elements. I think you will be perfect for the dawn angel."

Britney giggled. She pushed her empty container away from her. "I brought a robe."

"Change in the bathroom."

"Thanks."

She went down the hallway to his bathroom. The walls were lined with recent photos he had taken. Different women, in suggestive poses, all with angels wings. Nothing pornographic, she noted. She went into the bathroom and undressed. After throwing the robe on, she went back to his studio.

He had turned on the studio lights before she came out. In the small studio space, the room heated up. Chase had pulled his easy chair into the studio, covering it with a dark cloth. He adjusted his camera, ignoring her for a few moments.

"Hang the robe up there, and sit down." He pointed to the coat rack.

Britney took off the robe and sat down. She crossed her legs. He looked up.

"Lay back, get comfortable."

He took pictures. He came over to her, adjusted her pose, took pictures, the time passed quickly. She started out holding her legs together. But as the night wore on, she didn't mind opening her legs for him. Chase put his camera down.

"Want a break?"

"Yeah, you promised me a foot rub."

He chuckled. "I did, didn't I."

Chase sat cross legged on the floor in front of her. He cupped her right foot in his hands. He pressed his thumb into her arch.

"I like how the photos are coming along, but we are missing something," he said. He worked his hands up her ankle.

"What?"

"Nothing, I can photoshop it in."

"I thought you didn't do that?"

He looked away, but kept rubbing her foot. "Well, you need to be a bit sweaty."

Britney laughed. "Why?"

"I want you to look like dawn, you should be shining." He worked his hands up to her calf.

She laid back on the chair enjoying the massage. "Why didn't you ask me before?"

He shrugged. "I thought you would say no." His hands worked up to her thigh.

"That feels good." Britney smiled.

Chase slid his hand up her inner thigh. "What about that?" he asked.

"Real good."

He kissed her knee. Britney lifted her head up. Before she could say anything, his kissed her upper thigh.

"And that?" he asked.

"Good."

He continue kissing her thigh and moving his hands closer to her groin. He kissed her lower abdomen. His finger traced her pubic hair. He slid a tip of one of his fingers between her legs as he kissed her stomach. He looked up at her. Britney gasped. She opened her legs wider.

He smiled. "An invitation?"

"Yes."

He spread her legs wider. He kissed her inner thigh, then used his tongue on her lips. Britney arched her back. Chase worked his tongue and lips around her, until she moaned. He used the tip of his tongue to make her squirm on the chair. She looked down at his head, moving back and forth between her legs. He hadn't been teasing her long, but she her whole body want to react.

He sucked on her. She bit her lip from making too much noise. As she shuddered, he pulled away, kissing her thigh. Britney breathed heavily.

"Now you look perfect," he said, his chin glistened.

She looked down at her body. Between her skin flushed with excitement, and the heat from the lamps, she had a thin layer of sweat covering her. The lights reflected off her.

Chase stood up. "A few pictures of you like this. Then I will do the other foot."

She sat up. "I can't wait."

more than action

I am thinking about sex a lot.
I am editing one short story and mapping out another. So sex is on my mind. But in an arousing way.
Don't get me wrong, I know I hit it when I write something that my SO reads and he gets hot.
But to get to that point. I have to step away from the sex. It's horrible, but I have to think of sex the same way I would think of a sword fight. How to describe the action, and still entertain.
The thing I have learned to do, is avoid the action, describe other things. I don't mean you do not describe any of the action. But don't dwell on it.
In the case of erotica, you might describe the heroine having her breasts kissed. You could do a "play-by-play". ie. His lips traveled down to her nipples, sucking on one until it felt hard in his mouth.
Good?
What about adding more?
ie. His lips traveled down to her nipple. He tasted the salt from her sweat as it traveled down her full breast. She ran her fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. He sucked on one dark nipple until it felt hard in his mouth. She gasped.
Better?

The more you use your senses, the more your can involve your reader. The more you can arouse them. The better to entertain them.

Skipping out. #wankwednesday

Apologies. If I had more time, I would have wrote more and edited more. Sorry its in the raw form. But I hope you can enjoy it.


Bette doodled on the agenda while trying to look like she was interested. The speaker droned on about the projected outcome of the various plans that had been proposed for the downtown. He had lost her attention when it was obvious he only wanted to talk about the numbers, instead of what the residents wanted.

She drew a rose and twirled the stem around the bottom of the page. She realized she hadn't been paying attention. She looked up. The tattooed man that sat at her table caught her eye. He smirked and rolled his eyes. Then he laid his head to the side for a moment and pretend to sleep. She smirked, and stifled a laugh.

Who was he? She thought. He had joined their table after the speakers had started, after they had to go around each table and introduce each other. The two others; a retired teacher and a doctor, had not seemed interested in her. As soon as she said she own the Ever Tree Gallery, they had a conversation amongst themselves and ignored her.

The speaker stopped talking. They were excused for lunch. Bette grabbed her purse. The tattooed man walked up to her.

"What are you having?" He asked.

"I think they have sandwiches," Bette said. She read his name tag. "Nate?"

"Nate, but everyone calls me Gear." He held out his hand. He wore a silver finger armor on one hand. It looked like a dragon claw.

Bette took his hand. "Bette."

"You look familiar," he said, leaning closer. His dark brown ponytail slipped over his shoulder.

She had to move closer to him as the crowd pushed past to get to the lunch in the next room. "I own Ever Tree Gallery."

Gear snapped his fingers. "That's where. I went there for the last opening you had. You had a friend of mine's stuff up."

"Who?"

"Travis Micheals, he does the branding in my shop."

Bette thought. "Oh, the metal work."

"He makes all the brands." Gear smiled. He had two hoops on his lip.

The crowd thinned out. They walked into the next room. Bette sighed. The included lunch had a small cold cut sandwich and chips with coffee. Gear shook his head.

"You want to get something else?"

"Yeah."

They left the conference room and the hotel. Gear suggested a bar and grill near by. She agreed.

Lunch was good. She had two beers and a swiss mushroom burger. He had a burger called the firehouse with his beer and shot. Gear paid for their lunch, even after she insisted. He grabbed both of their checks before she had a chance to complain.

Bette looked at her watch. "Oh dear."

"What?" Gear asked.

"We have missed the next presentation," she said.

"That conference really sucked balls," Gear said.

Bette nodded. "I know. I can't believe I paid three hundred dollars to listen to a bunch of people talk about what we should do. Instead of talking to the people that have businesses here."

Gear paused. "Speaking of shops, you wanna see mine?"

"Sure."

He pointed across the street. The windows of the shop had been covered with black curtains with tattoo flash painted on them in silver and gold paint. There were bright colored signs in the door way. The largest warned not to allow anyone under the age of eighteen inside.

He held the door open for her. Bette went inside and tried not let her mouth drop open. She had expected a dank, dark place. Instead it was bright, potted plants and artwork lined the waiting area. The tattoo flash lined large panels that could be moved like a large book.

"Wow," Bette said.

"Nice?" Gear asked.

"Cleaner than I expected."

Gear made a motion like an arrow hit his heart. "Oh! That hurt."

She giggled.

He motioned with his finger. "The big tour."

Bette followed him through the shop. He showed her the tattoo gun and inks, where people got branded and scarred. She did like the different jewelry for the piercings. She flipped through the book showing different types of piercings that they would do. She got to the genital piercing and gasped.

"I have seen one on the tip of some guys penis, but never this many," she said.

Gear looked over her shoulder. "Yeah, that one is over kill. I don't think he can get it up anymore. One is okay. Some ladies like it."

"Really?"

He nodded. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure." She put the book down.

"My apartment is upstairs, if you don't mind."

Bette bit her lip. If he wasn't cute under the piercings and the tattoos she would have said no.

He led her to the back of the store and unlocked a door marked private. They went upstairs. He opened the door to his apartment. Bette went inside. Gear shut the door behind him. He pointed to a bar.

"I mix a mean bloody mary," he said.

"I don't like those. Vodka and orange juice?"

"Sure."

Bette sat down on the couch. She looked around. He had some really nice pieces of art on the walls. Gear came back with the drinks. They talked and drank for awhile. Gear brushed her hair out of her face with the finger armor, the tip of it scratched her cheek. It didn't hurt, but surprised her. She gasped.

"You liked that?" Gear asked. He ran it down her neck.

She shuddered. "Yes."

He slid the finger armor to the back of her neck. He pressed the tip at the base of her skull. He pulled her closer. Gear kissed her. Bette let his tongue slide into her mouth. The stud on his tongue surprised her. He cupped her breast with his other hand. He ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt and bra. He pulled away from the kiss, but did not stop with his thumb.

"I couldn't resist," he said.

"You surprised me," Bette said.

He slid the finger armor around her neck. "Take off your shirt."

Bette paused. The finger armor pressed into her skin.

"Or do you want me to take it off?" He asked.

Bette unbuttoned then removed her shirt. Gear undid her bra and threw it across his room. He ran the tip of the armor around her nipple. "A nice bar would look good here," he said.

"Really?" She slid her hand down to his waist. She felt how tight his pants had gotten.

He pushed her against the couch. He kissed her breasts, sucking and licking the nipples. She undid the button on his pants, then unzipped them. He reached behind and pushed his pants down. Gear playfully bit her nipple.

"Do you think they miss us?" Gear asked while he reached under her skirt to pull off her panty hose and underwear.

"I don't think so," Bette said.

He looked at his watch. "We can have a quickie and catch the next speaker. Or take it slow and come back just in time for the networking."

Bette grasped his crotch. "Or stay here and go back tomorrow for the second day?"

He knelt on the floor in front of her, spreading her legs. "Or maybe skip that too."

She laid back while he started to work his lips and tongue on her. Bette grasped the throw pillow behind her. This was the best conference she had ever gone to.

What made me want to share.

I am will be posting my stories.
I am going to make myself do it.
One story, posted on Smashwords, per month.
I think I can do this. Because I am going to post short stories.
I read two facts that have spurred me on to do this.
One: The average reader only spends fifteen minutes on erotica.
Two: The average reader reads 250 words per minutes.
What does this mean? It means I have a word goal for each of my stories. 15 X 250 = 3750. I will aim for 1500 to 4000 words per story.
This freed me up and made me realize I could do this. I was thinking too grand for my erotica. I have a novella idea. Maybe I will put it out in a serial. Maybe not.
I am about to take the plunge. I hope others join me.

First Post!

I got the guts to take the stories off my hard drive and start to "clean" them up so I can share them.

I have to admit, I am a bit nervous. Erotica didn't seem to be a genre that someone could talk to anyone else about, at least on how to write it. Thank you twitter!

I don't know how much I will be posting. Digging through my old story ideas is taking my time now.