I read a quote recently that suggested that, as an author, you write a short story every week. The point is…you can’t possibly write 52 bad stories. So I took the advice to heart, put fingers to keys, and set my mind and my sights on the sky. I was gripped by some sort of crazy sensual muse that simply would NOT leave me alone. This interlude was inspired by recent astrological events. Jupiter and Venus converged on each other in the skies. And a rather hot, insistent, male character wouldn’t leave me alone. So I surrendered and gave him the fire and glory that he demanded. Jokes aside, I don’t think I realized how much of an awesome exercise it could be to write erotica.
I happen to love sensual encounters between people. People that have real, honest, genuine connections that spur them on to create moments filled with magic and steam. Kind of like the cherry on top of a romance sundae. In the end, I found that I loved writing about sizzling, wonderful, decadent moments between two individuals. I won’t talk about it too much more since I actually worked up the nerve and went ahead and PUBLISHED IT!!! Oh my gosh, WHAT?! Yes, I had a mini break down. Yes, the break down died down the next day when I realized that as long as I don’t promote it, no one will read it, and then I won’t have to face my inner critic. Well, now I’m giving my inner critic the finger, so here goes the promo!
Without further ado, have a snippet 🙂
PS: Wanna do me a solid and pick it up on Amazon? Please? I can’t even begin to explain what it would mean to me.
The world is abuzz with a planetary phenomenon. Venus and Jupiter are dancing in the skies and creating heat in the firmament. An innocent trip to the beach, under the stars, to see the event could turn into a steamy interlude between lovers. Can they create more passion and get closer than the two heavenly bodies or will things stay innocent between two friends? Find out what happens when Venus rises in the night sky…
I’m sure there was music playing in the background, but I can’t remember any of it, or what it might have been. The windows were half down and salty sea air filtered into the interior of the car. Street lights streaked lines of yellowed light over us two as we sped down the highway, getting closer and closer to the beach with each passing mile. His hand caressed mine, where it rested on the gear shift as I exhaled a light breath, lips slightly parted. I pressed my thighs closer together.
They said there was some kind of planetary phenomenon. Venus and Jupiter were dancing. Shifting closer and closer until you could barely tell one from the other. Merging into some kind of super star that hadn’t been seen in over two thousand years. All I could think of was merging with the gorgeous man whose eyes were steadily on the road before him. Almost as if my presence meant nothing to him. But his grip on the steering wheel, the skin across his knuckles drawn and tight, belied his cool demeanor and told me a completely different story.
Dark brown eyes trained on the road as the silver sports car swerved smoothly across lanes, effortlessly, as though the machine were an extension of him. I had never been much of a car kind of girl. But everything about that little silver Infiniti G35 screamed sex. Or maybe it was the man handling it like it was one of his lovers. He even talked about “her” like she was a woman.
“Look at that ass. Doesn’t she have a big ass?” He had looked at me waiting for my opinion on his precious car and I covered my mouth to stifle the laugh that escaped me. I cocked my head a bit and took a second look. The more I looked at it, the more it came to me. The car really did have a wide back. I raised an eyebrow in amazement as I nodded, refusing to give voice to what I saw, and watched as his smile dazzled me before he nodded slowly, raking me with a heated once over before he walked to my side of the car to open my door, watching me as I lowered myself into the car. “Just how I like ‘em”. His voice was deep, like silk and there was no missing the meaning behind his words.
The car purred beneath me sending vibrations through me, teasing my core and making me clench my teeth. My eyes slipped closed. Only a little longer and we would be at the beach. He wanted a clear spot to look at the stars. I couldn’t even lie, I just wanted him. I pressed my head back against the headrest in an attempt to calm my libido, but nothing helped. Not when I was this close to him. Days of distance and intense schedules kept him vividly in my thoughts even as I sought my own private relief, but now…I was too far gone. Nothing but passionate, skin on skin contact would bank the fire that was slowly burning in the pit of my stomach. I needed total immersion.
The car turned down the ramp of an exit and for the first time, his glance switched to me, eyes burning into me. Tearing through my clothes until I was so damned sure that he was picturing me naked that I would have bet money on it. I held his gaze for a moment, as long as I could, until my eyes dropped to my lap. I reclaimed my hand from where it rested on his, clasped my hands together in my lap and clenched my teeth again while the muscles in my center tightened, sending a sweet ache up through my stomach and straight through me. I slowed my breathing and forced myself to calm down. I shifted in my seat, my thighs and legs rubbing together. Instead of calming, the fire in my belly blazed up ready for more.
The entrance to the beach was deserted. It was summer, but it was late. This excursion wasn’t planned. We had decided that we spent too much time apart and shouldn’t miss this whole star thing. It was the stars. At least that’s what I told myself to preserve my dignity. But now that we were there, it seemed like neither of us knew what we wanted to do first. The smell of salt in the air calmed me, and I could hear the sounds of the waves pounding the surf as the rumbling growl of the car came to a stop beneath me. My eyes were still in my lap, and I almost wished for the distracting purr of The G under me again.
He reached over and took my hand again. Freeing it from the vice grip it was in. He laced his fingers in with mine leaving both our hands in my lap. Our hands were brown and gold intertwined and I was momentarily struck by how beautiful they looked together. Was I actually at a loss for what to do now that I finally had what I wanted?
My raging libido was angry with me. But it didn’t matter if I was shy. He wasn’t. He was leaning over and my breath caught before speeding up, my chest rising with each rapid breath. He placed a finger under my chin, raising my face to meet his, his eyes full of heat. A small smile played on my lips, as anticipation made my heart race.
His lips closed over mine and I sighed, the fire raging and jolting me to life as my body remembered why I had come even if my mind forgot. His full lips sucked and teased mine, while his teeth nipped at my full bottom lip. My back arched shamelessly, pushing my breasts up to meet him, almost as if they harbored the hope that he would instinctively know what my body wanted and put me out of my misery. My body moved of its own accord, no matter how much I wanted to play coy and act like I didn’t want him as badly as I did.
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You are having way too much fun with your muse Avery Rose! I do believe you have found your niche!
Come back form your breakdown and keep writing!
Thank you, thank you!! Really from day one you’ve stepped up as a HUGE source of encouragement and inspiration. Even on my bad days, I’ve gone back and looked through posts and your comments and I’ve found ways to take a moment, breathe and remember, above all, to be kind to myself. So thank you! And the next story goes live in a few days 🙂 a bit longer, a different premise, still lots of romance. I can’t wait to share it ❤️ thank you again!
Oh Avery, those are such kind words! Thank you.
You just keep writing and I will keep showing up to enjoy your entire blog, but especially your stories. I believe everyone who creates from their heart rides the good and bad day train throughout their journey. It is just a normal part of the creative process…lest that is my observation and knowledge of other writers and surely part of my own personal experience.