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AsylumSeeker
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Just wondering if I'm alone, although I doubt it.
I know I'm a good writer, and have always entertained the possibility of writing something that gets published (I'm looking beyond a hot letter to the Penthouse Forum here).
I've been working for a time on a story I envision that might make it at the Harlequin Blaze level. Okay, not so top-notch, but at least it transcends the erotica-novel boundary. If all is to be believed, others have done that, or better.
It's like my pet project. I pull it out from time to time, add and adjust, and put it away again. I cannot say how many times it has been rewritten. Does anyone else have a "protected" idea that they foster in such a manner?
I'm tempted to just post it in Romance at Lit and just be done with it. But I feel its better than Lit (sorry) but not quite at the upper level.
I was wondering if those of you who have "made it" have any advice to a hopeful author??
I'll include a small "trailer" so you're aware of my abilities, or lack thereof. I'd appreciate honest feedback from those that "know".
TRAILER
"Why don't you take me places?" she queried.
"I do," he responded defensively.
"I'm not talking about lunches or dinners out," she explained. "I'm talking about places, like…"
"Like skiing?" he guessed.
At least that's what he had told his friends and business colleagues. After so many years, the deceit came easy. The lies used to leave him feeling guilty because his devoted parents had raised him with a strict set of principles that they valued. But life had a way of corrupting such foundations, made even worse by so-called advances in technology. Temptation in the modern era was just a mouse-click away
"Maybe, for starters, or some of the other places you go. New York, Boston, Atlanta, you know."
"I don't think you'd get along very well with Jane," he pointed out. "She might not appreciate you tagging along."
Her eyes instantly widened. "Tagging along? You bastard!"
Theo laughed out loud; they both knew he was good at pushing her buttons. A few moments after her anger flared, it was gone.
"Why do you even stay with her? You'd be much happier with me," Brenda freely spoke her mind in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'm a much better piece of ass, don't you think?"
"Being twenty years younger gives you a distinct advantage. And yes, you're a great piece of ass," he concurred, and then conceded "probably better than I deserve. But I can't leave her. If it wasn't for her father, I wouldn't be here. I promised early on that I'd never leave the relationship, and if nothing else, I am a man of my word. Have I ever led you to believe anything different?"
Brenda's heart sank... again. She'd started sneaking around with Theo three months after beginning her job at the practice, and had always hoped that their relationship would grow outside of the small box he'd kept it contained inside of. The good doctor had admittedly been quite clear from the start that he would never leave his wife, but that didn't change her feelings toward him. In fact, it had quite the opposite effect; the challenge polarized her. She was determined to change his mind.
"We both know what you said, but that was two years ago," she reminded him in an attempt to get Theo to understand that her feelings had since evolved. "I'm committed to what we have. I've grown to love you, and it hurts me to know when you're with her. If you refuse to leave Jane, then at least put me on an equal footing. Take me places sometimes too; that's all I'm asking for right now."
He acknowledged her request with a nod of his head. "I understand. Let me work on that, okay?"
She looked up into his warm, dark eyes. "Okay, but don't take too long. I'm tired of waiting. I feel like my life is on hold."
His hands moved from her shoulders to the small swells of her breasts confined underneath a white top. He cupped and lovingly caressed the soft mounds.
"I can make them bigger, you know," he offered again.
"And I'm sure you'd do a wonderful job, but I prefer the natural look," she repeated. He'd been making that offer from the very beginning. "They must not be too repulsive; otherwise you wouldn't be touching them."
"I'm not touching, I'm evaluating," he pointed out in his best emotionless, condescending, clinical tone. "Boyfriends touch; doctors evaluate."
"Oh, I see. And what about doctors who are boyfriends too?" she questioned in a playful tone.
With a dead-pan expression on his face Theo replied "Aren't we being a bit presumptuous?"
Brenda nodded her head in disbelief. Her jaw dropped in shock that he would ever respond in such a heartless manner. "Are you trying to piss me off?"
The wide grin on his lovable face made it apparent he'd only been teasing. That was normally all it took to win her back over, but this time he'd touched a nerve. Brenda flinched when he began tugging on her top blouse button open. Her hands angrily pushed his away.
"What makes you think I would actually let you ‘evaluate’ me after being so cruel?" Brenda loudly complained. Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill. "How dare you treat this like a game, Theo! This is exactly what I've been trying to get you to see. It's no game to me. This is my life; my miserable, pathetic, unhappy life. Do you think I enjoy being in this horrible position?"
Theo's grin melted into a look of genuine concern after realizing he'd stepped way over the line. Brenda gave in to her emotions. Hot tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. He got down on his knees in front of the chair and hugged her shoulders tightly.
"I'm so sorry for saying what I did, Brenda," Theo assured her as he delivered a heart-felt apology. He looked deeply into her dampened eyes while wiping the two trails of tears off her smooth skin. "You're right, that was wrong of me. There are things going on in my life that… No, that's no excuse. Oh, sweetheart, I really am very, very sorry, in so many ways."
Brenda softly chuckled through the tears which quickly tapered off as the anger dissipated. "You can be a real jack-ass sometimes, you know?"
He nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I know. I'm surprised anybody would want to hang on to me."
"Aw!" Brenda's big heart softened and her demeanor turned sweet. "It's because that's not all you are." She looked up at the ceiling and shook her fisted hands in a visible display of frustration before lowering her gaze to his. "You have got to be the most maddening man I've ever been with!"
The doctor smiled. "You're twenty-three years old. How many relationships with men have you had?"
Brenda reluctantly conceded with a shrug of the shoulders "Okay, so maybe you have a point. But you still drive me crazy sometimes."
"I know. I'm sorry I make things so difficult for you." Theo's expression turned seductive. He lightly brushed the back of the fingers of his right hand teasingly over the front of Brenda's left breast. "Will you let me make it up to you?"
Her nipples instinctively swelled and tightened. Brenda didn't immediately answer, so Theo began teasing the straining tips with both hands. There was no hiding the obvious signs of her arousal as the flared peaks pressed tightly against her clothing. She very softly moaned. It appeared involuntary and almost inaudible, as if Brenda didn't want to let him know he was getting to her.
"Come on, let's not start the weekend on a sour note," the doctor persisted.
Her breathing grew heavy. Theo smiled to himself because he sensed that his seduction was working. He lightly brushed his lips over her forehead from side to side, planting the faintest of kisses. The wonderful scent of her perfume lingered in the air around her, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
Theo suddenly flinched as fingertips ever so slightly rubbed against the front of his pants. The unexpected presence of her hand startled him. He hadn’t noticed it reaching down. His violent reaction caused her to smile.
“What’s wrong, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?” Brenda teased.
He didn’t answer. As she outlined the shape of his growing hardness, he kissed a path down her nose to those luscious lips. He kissed the unresponsive mouth. Finding her uncooperative, Theo grasped both nipples between thumbs and index fingers. While his tongue provocatively licked the seam between her upper and lower lips, his fingers squeezed on the diamond-hard nubs.
Brenda’s pulse and breathing quickened. Finally her lips opened, inviting his tongue inside. The wet tendrils entwined like two snakes, licking and tasting one another. Her palm pressed harder against his crotch; his awakening cock felt so good.
"What about Mrs. Wilson?" she whispered in a breathless voice. "I'd hate for her to walk in and see us like this."
"It’s okay; I’m a doctor and we have a crash cart."
She chuckled. "You're terrible!"
Theo reached his hands up to the top of her blouse. After loosening the top button, he moved down to the next white plastic disc in line. He whispered "And you, my love, are absolutely ravishing."
I know I'm a good writer, and have always entertained the possibility of writing something that gets published (I'm looking beyond a hot letter to the Penthouse Forum here).
I've been working for a time on a story I envision that might make it at the Harlequin Blaze level. Okay, not so top-notch, but at least it transcends the erotica-novel boundary. If all is to be believed, others have done that, or better.
It's like my pet project. I pull it out from time to time, add and adjust, and put it away again. I cannot say how many times it has been rewritten. Does anyone else have a "protected" idea that they foster in such a manner?
I'm tempted to just post it in Romance at Lit and just be done with it. But I feel its better than Lit (sorry) but not quite at the upper level.
I was wondering if those of you who have "made it" have any advice to a hopeful author??
I'll include a small "trailer" so you're aware of my abilities, or lack thereof. I'd appreciate honest feedback from those that "know".
TRAILER
"Why don't you take me places?" she queried.
"I do," he responded defensively.
"I'm not talking about lunches or dinners out," she explained. "I'm talking about places, like…"
"Like skiing?" he guessed.
At least that's what he had told his friends and business colleagues. After so many years, the deceit came easy. The lies used to leave him feeling guilty because his devoted parents had raised him with a strict set of principles that they valued. But life had a way of corrupting such foundations, made even worse by so-called advances in technology. Temptation in the modern era was just a mouse-click away
"Maybe, for starters, or some of the other places you go. New York, Boston, Atlanta, you know."
"I don't think you'd get along very well with Jane," he pointed out. "She might not appreciate you tagging along."
Her eyes instantly widened. "Tagging along? You bastard!"
Theo laughed out loud; they both knew he was good at pushing her buttons. A few moments after her anger flared, it was gone.
"Why do you even stay with her? You'd be much happier with me," Brenda freely spoke her mind in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'm a much better piece of ass, don't you think?"
"Being twenty years younger gives you a distinct advantage. And yes, you're a great piece of ass," he concurred, and then conceded "probably better than I deserve. But I can't leave her. If it wasn't for her father, I wouldn't be here. I promised early on that I'd never leave the relationship, and if nothing else, I am a man of my word. Have I ever led you to believe anything different?"
Brenda's heart sank... again. She'd started sneaking around with Theo three months after beginning her job at the practice, and had always hoped that their relationship would grow outside of the small box he'd kept it contained inside of. The good doctor had admittedly been quite clear from the start that he would never leave his wife, but that didn't change her feelings toward him. In fact, it had quite the opposite effect; the challenge polarized her. She was determined to change his mind.
"We both know what you said, but that was two years ago," she reminded him in an attempt to get Theo to understand that her feelings had since evolved. "I'm committed to what we have. I've grown to love you, and it hurts me to know when you're with her. If you refuse to leave Jane, then at least put me on an equal footing. Take me places sometimes too; that's all I'm asking for right now."
He acknowledged her request with a nod of his head. "I understand. Let me work on that, okay?"
She looked up into his warm, dark eyes. "Okay, but don't take too long. I'm tired of waiting. I feel like my life is on hold."
His hands moved from her shoulders to the small swells of her breasts confined underneath a white top. He cupped and lovingly caressed the soft mounds.
"I can make them bigger, you know," he offered again.
"And I'm sure you'd do a wonderful job, but I prefer the natural look," she repeated. He'd been making that offer from the very beginning. "They must not be too repulsive; otherwise you wouldn't be touching them."
"I'm not touching, I'm evaluating," he pointed out in his best emotionless, condescending, clinical tone. "Boyfriends touch; doctors evaluate."
"Oh, I see. And what about doctors who are boyfriends too?" she questioned in a playful tone.
With a dead-pan expression on his face Theo replied "Aren't we being a bit presumptuous?"
Brenda nodded her head in disbelief. Her jaw dropped in shock that he would ever respond in such a heartless manner. "Are you trying to piss me off?"
The wide grin on his lovable face made it apparent he'd only been teasing. That was normally all it took to win her back over, but this time he'd touched a nerve. Brenda flinched when he began tugging on her top blouse button open. Her hands angrily pushed his away.
"What makes you think I would actually let you ‘evaluate’ me after being so cruel?" Brenda loudly complained. Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill. "How dare you treat this like a game, Theo! This is exactly what I've been trying to get you to see. It's no game to me. This is my life; my miserable, pathetic, unhappy life. Do you think I enjoy being in this horrible position?"
Theo's grin melted into a look of genuine concern after realizing he'd stepped way over the line. Brenda gave in to her emotions. Hot tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. He got down on his knees in front of the chair and hugged her shoulders tightly.
"I'm so sorry for saying what I did, Brenda," Theo assured her as he delivered a heart-felt apology. He looked deeply into her dampened eyes while wiping the two trails of tears off her smooth skin. "You're right, that was wrong of me. There are things going on in my life that… No, that's no excuse. Oh, sweetheart, I really am very, very sorry, in so many ways."
Brenda softly chuckled through the tears which quickly tapered off as the anger dissipated. "You can be a real jack-ass sometimes, you know?"
He nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I know. I'm surprised anybody would want to hang on to me."
"Aw!" Brenda's big heart softened and her demeanor turned sweet. "It's because that's not all you are." She looked up at the ceiling and shook her fisted hands in a visible display of frustration before lowering her gaze to his. "You have got to be the most maddening man I've ever been with!"
The doctor smiled. "You're twenty-three years old. How many relationships with men have you had?"
Brenda reluctantly conceded with a shrug of the shoulders "Okay, so maybe you have a point. But you still drive me crazy sometimes."
"I know. I'm sorry I make things so difficult for you." Theo's expression turned seductive. He lightly brushed the back of the fingers of his right hand teasingly over the front of Brenda's left breast. "Will you let me make it up to you?"
Her nipples instinctively swelled and tightened. Brenda didn't immediately answer, so Theo began teasing the straining tips with both hands. There was no hiding the obvious signs of her arousal as the flared peaks pressed tightly against her clothing. She very softly moaned. It appeared involuntary and almost inaudible, as if Brenda didn't want to let him know he was getting to her.
"Come on, let's not start the weekend on a sour note," the doctor persisted.
Her breathing grew heavy. Theo smiled to himself because he sensed that his seduction was working. He lightly brushed his lips over her forehead from side to side, planting the faintest of kisses. The wonderful scent of her perfume lingered in the air around her, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
Theo suddenly flinched as fingertips ever so slightly rubbed against the front of his pants. The unexpected presence of her hand startled him. He hadn’t noticed it reaching down. His violent reaction caused her to smile.
“What’s wrong, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?” Brenda teased.
He didn’t answer. As she outlined the shape of his growing hardness, he kissed a path down her nose to those luscious lips. He kissed the unresponsive mouth. Finding her uncooperative, Theo grasped both nipples between thumbs and index fingers. While his tongue provocatively licked the seam between her upper and lower lips, his fingers squeezed on the diamond-hard nubs.
Brenda’s pulse and breathing quickened. Finally her lips opened, inviting his tongue inside. The wet tendrils entwined like two snakes, licking and tasting one another. Her palm pressed harder against his crotch; his awakening cock felt so good.
"What about Mrs. Wilson?" she whispered in a breathless voice. "I'd hate for her to walk in and see us like this."
"It’s okay; I’m a doctor and we have a crash cart."
She chuckled. "You're terrible!"
Theo reached his hands up to the top of her blouse. After loosening the top button, he moved down to the next white plastic disc in line. He whispered "And you, my love, are absolutely ravishing."
