Sad Stories...

I love my HEA as much as the next person but there are times when I just want to be sad. I want to cry over the unrequited love and sigh over the chances missed. I try not to indulge too much but some times I just can't help it. When those urges get the best of me I write these sad little narratives of lovers that are doomed for heart break.

Since I am incapable of working on the last story in this trilogy I've planned I thought I would just post one of my sad little narratives instead.

Janet

"Are you tired?" I whisper against her skin.
She pauses with that secret smile that holds the key to my heart upon her lips.
"No," she replies, nuzzling deeper into my embrace.
"Are you sure?" I ask but my question requires an answer I know I'm not ready to hear.
"Yes," she says, cupping my cheek and rubbing her thumb gently against my chin.
I pause with that secret smile that will break her heart upon my lips.
"Good. Come here so I can kiss you again."
And she does.

Sex scenes and Sig Other...

So I'm writing out a sex scene and really trying to push my boundaries. In the world of erotic romance I know that I'm a bit vanilla. I personally like to think that I'm french vanilla, that little extra bit of umph to make it not so bland. I talk about sex freely and I read sex in fiction but when I have to sit down and write it I freeze up. I think it's because I get all intellectual about it and want to make sure that I'm representing the female sexual experience properly. Or I start to obsess about whether a guy would have an internal monologue quite like that. Complete waste of time and energy but I got the obsessive gene like the over eater gene so I've come to live with it.

Well in a new story that I wrote (more information to come later...see I have no problem being a tease) I decided I was going to go BIG. Which I would like to point out is probably still french vanilla but a girl has to start some where.

Here's the set up
Main chica is so sexually frustrated that main dude won't give it to her that she masturbates in the shower thinking of him.

Like I said I'm not blazing any erotic literary trails but this is out there for me because I just went with. Now I've gotten it all typed out and I'm starting to obsess about whether it feels authentic and will readers relate to the masturbation and what temperature should the water be and oh what about her hair and do I need to describe the shower gel and can't you get a yeast infection if you masturbate with shower gel...

Just when I was going to spiral into the black hole of "thinking too much" I see Sig Other siting in the hallway outside our office putting a new shower caddy together.

Digression: he was out there because I'd started the process of assembly but the GENIUS manufacturers decided to label parts on the INSTRUCTIONS but not the damn PARTS. Needless to say the whole thing got abandoned before I chucked it out the window.

Anywhoo, I start to think "Ummm, I need an opinion and he's there." Now those of you that know me personally and know Sig Other you are probably laughing hysterically because Sig Other does not discuss sex conversationally. Particularly the hot sweaty steamy sort of sex I'm aspiring to write. But he was there and I needed an ear. So I read the meaty part of the scene (okay maybe a little pun intended) and ask him what he thinks. He pauses, he's big on pauses, asks me to read it again, pauses, and than says "I think you should say engorged clit instead of erect clit." It's what I wanted but damn was it funny.

I can't wait to see what he says if I ever get up enough courage to write a threesome;)

Janet

I want to write but life keeps getting in the way...

So I have the story all written, in my head, and just need to get it out on paper. Sigh...but life keeps getting in my way. I am so distracted and feel as if each day little bits of the splendor I plan to write is slipping away. Even now as I try to rant about my inability to finish my story sig other and the cats are conspiring against me. For example little Cat is crawling on my chest as we speak and sig other is yapping in my ear about a dream he had with a Britta, his grandmother's house, and the HR lady at work. RIGHT IN MY EAR!!!

I need to go escape for a bit because this story needs to get told but life keeps getting in my way.