It’s pretty apparent that I’ve abandoned ship on the Twelve Week Challenge front. It was good in some respects and props to Panty Parade for helping me through my writer’s block. You should follow her, by the way. I find her posts frank and refreshingly honest.
So, where am I at the end (my end) of this challenge?
I’ve made some strides in the way of taking this writing thing more seriously. My goal was publishing traditionally, or at least doing more things to head in that direction. In the end I’m finding that now isn’t the time to pursue that. I won’t abandon my writing, but I need to step back, reevaluate things, and move at a pace that keeps me from going crazy. I must negotiate my obsessive personality carefully.
So, no publishing though self-publishing remains something I can manage every so often.
As for my other goals? My things I hope to accomplish in 3 months, goals? Well, I’m realizing some of those. It’s been very fun. I got my second spanking and a little (unintentional) more. I have a feeling I’ll manage some of the others before the time expires. I already feel a lot less insecure, which is good. I’ve also taken to leaving the blinds open a lot more…
In review: no, author. Yes, bare ass. No sweat (well, yes, some sweat. It’s been in the 90s here).
I leave you with another old story.
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The heavy sound of her breathing filled the air. She could feel his eyes on her bare breasts as she panted, but the orgasm rippling through her body took all her focus. His fingers continued to pump inside her quivering pussy, prolonging the spasms until she couldn’t take it. She pulled at her bonds when he stroked her g-spot.
“Stop,” she whimpered when he teased her sensitive clit. “No more.”
He chuckled, the sound warm honey pouring over her. “Ah, but you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” He reached up to trace her nipple, painting wetness on her skin. “Tell me you’re done, mean it, and I’ll untie you right now.”
She pulled her eyes from his hand playing at her breast and looked up at him hovering over her. His obsidian eyes glittered, seeing through any feeble protests she might have offered to the woman underneath that craved his touch. A smile pulled up the corner of his mouth and she shivered at the feral look on his face.
“That’s what I thought. This little pussy isn’t ready to quit; not until I say so.” He grasped the bar running through her nipple and yanked. She arched against her restraints, moaning as the pain jolted through her and raced down between her thighs. He tugged again and she felt her cunt clench. “Right, pet?”
“Yes!” Her hips rose, her thighs spread wide by the rope, her body begging for his. He smacked her pussy and she raised her hips for another. Every pull at her nipple and the increasingly hard smacks between her thighs, blended pleasure and pain into an intoxicating mix. It brought her to the brink with breathtaking speed.
Her moans grew so loud that she missed the sound of his pants falling, the tinkle of his belt skittering across the floor barely reaching her ears. All she knew was his hands fondling her, torturing her, holding her at the edge but not sending her over.
“Please, please!” Her words were a throaty plea, her mouth begging for so many different things.
She felt the broad head of his cock brush along her slit, teasing her once before he slid home. Her body opened wide and swallowed the stiff invasion with a wet gulp. That first hard thrust toppled her into the abyss and she screamed as she came around him. He continued his advances, his eyes locked to hers, that smile on his face.
“Again,” he demanded as he retreated and slammed into her. “We go until I’m satisfied.”
His words, so hard as he gritted them out between clenched teeth, left her every bit as breathless as the thrusts into her pussy. She was at the mercy of her Sir and reveled in it.
Comments
Author
Lol. Glad it nearly did the trick.
It’s a shame that the publishing has been put on hold for now, but as you say you are ticking off many other items on your To Do List, and that has to be good 🙂
Author
Maybe it won’t be on hold forever. I just need a break and time to think. The To-Do list is much more fun. Lol.
What a great ‘I wish I was there’ story:-)
I am really pleased that you have made progress on some of your challenges and managed to put others into perspective. I, for one, am happy to read you when you can post rather then expect you to pop one out at 2 pm Friday without fail.
Er, did I miss a post about you getting some more spanking into your life? Or are you keeping this a secret, just leaking out little bit to tease us? I think we should be told!
Author
I just haven’t figured out the proper way to introduce the “I got another spanking” thing. It was a last minute thing that happened yesterday after work that got a little hot.
Wow – 4th July fireworks:-) Go, girl!
Author
Lol. It was a good night
I’m sad to see the end of your challenge, but it seems to me like you’ve grown, and that was really the point of the whole thing.
Hot story! I really enjoyed this line… “Her body opened wide and swallowed the stiff invasion with a wet gulp.” Gulp, indeed!
Author
I have grown. I guess that’s the plus of everything. Whether its the challenge or moving or both, either way I’m different.
Is it still a good different for you?
Author
I think good so far. There’s always things I’d do different that cause me guilt, but overall I love how I’ve grown.
Beautifully written and seriously hot. Yes, I’ll take that scenario again, and again, and again…I can’t stop…ha!
Author
I’d take this scenario again and again myself! Lol.
Your writing is so hot and delicious! I think self-publishing will be a great option for many of us (I’m leaving the traditional goal behind myself). I’m glad to hear that you’ll continue living your life and writing about it here. We love reading about your sexy world.
Author
I keep thinking I’ll come back to traditional publishing, but I’m not so sure. Self-publishing isn’t this super easy thing though either. I’ll just continue muddling through I suppose. Thanks for stopping in. 🙂
Glad you’ve made quite a bit of progress…writing and other wise…even though not what you originally hoped for.
Author
No, but I’ll still say it’s all been good for me. Sometimes things don’t turn out how I think and I’m learning that’s okay.