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why do you hate Brist so?” Morgan asked his older brother.
makes you think I hate her?”
couldn’t even speak to her during dinner without arguing about
something. I know she says some outrageous things, but she is family,
and you should at least try
to get along with her.”
you believe her?” Nicholas asked.
don’t? How can you not? She has things from the future, and she
knows things she couldn’t possibly if she wasn’t.”
more inclined to believe her guilty of witchcraft than time travel.
She has bewitched you all.”
Nicholas, what is wrong with you? You don’t just accuse ladies of
being witches!” Morgan exclaimed in dismay.
don’t go around claiming they’re relatives from the future!”
do if they really are!” Morgan knew that had sounded childish, but
he couldn’t think of anything better to say. “Apologize.”
“I cannot allow you to slander Brist
like that. Now apologize, or I’ll have to inform mother of your bad
manners,” Morgan considered challenging him to a duel, but he knew
that he could never beat his older brother in a fair fight. Also, he
had no desire to have another wounded brother in the house. (Which
would likely be him.)
Meanwhile, Nicholas had no desire to
receive another tongue lashing from his mother. The one he had
received earlier was enough to keep his ears ringing for days to
come. He cringed as he
David Evans! I know I raised you better than that! You do not ever
violate a lady like that!” She had loudly stated.
her! I was the one who was bested and thrown on the floor!”
Nicholas had protested.
“Well, if you had
controlled yourself and treated her properly, she would not have had
to defend herself!” His mother, in her anger, left no room for him
sighed, willing to do anything to avoid his mother's wrath.
sorry,” he grumbled reluctantly.
was that?” Morgan asked.
said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever laid eyes on that woman! I wish
she would just go back to wherever she came from and leave our family
alone,” Nicholas said emphatically, trying to ignore the little
inner voice that called him a liar.
the door, Brist stopped walking as she overheard him. She had been
returning to her room from the twins’. She shrugged sadly and
continued on her way.
“David, how can you
say that? We can’t go now,” Regina said.
ship is still ready and waiting. Tomorrow, the boys and I will go
hunting for that bandit camp, and when we find it, we’ll reclaim
our horses. Then, after that, I can find no reason to stay any
longer,” David told his wife.
“We can’t just leave Brist here,
and we can’t take her with us. We have to stay,” Regina
can’t we take her with us?” David asked, his plan had been to do
so if Nicholas could not manage to control himself.
not used to our ways yet. Taking her to England and introducing her
to the ton would just be cruel. Not to mention, think of the scandal
she would undoubtedly cause!”
we leave her here,” David stated, mentally reminding himself to
have a firm discussion with his eldest son.
with Nicholas? Aside from the fact that such a situation is highly
improper, David, they would kill each other 10 minutes after we were
out the door! Also, we can’t just expect Nicholas to accept her
into his household when it’s so obvious that he doesn’t like
her,” Regina pointed out.
have an idea that should work beautifully. We’ll leave the twins,”
David! No! We are not
leaving my babies behind,” Regina refused.
have made up my mind. If we leave the twins, we don’t have to worry
about Brist’s reputation. Also, if we hire Brist as their
chaperone, then I have provided a solution to Brist’s request for
Nicholas can hardly refuse to keep her here if she’s in my employ,”
David said, proud of himself for thinking of such a brilliant
may well be true, but I have never been without them. I don’t know-
I will not allow them to- David they are my babies! You can’t
expect me to just leave them behind,” Regina wailed, distraught.
listen, Brist will need female companionship just as much as the
twins would if it were they in her position. Now stop your
protestations, I have made up my mind, and there’s no changing it.
The twins will stay behind, and that’s that.” David quickly
covered his wife’s mouth with his own to silence any forthcoming
objections. His hands roamed her body, and he marveled at how much he
still wanted his wife after nearly 30 years of marriage. He explored
her body with his mouth, paying special attention to all the spots he
had discovered over the years that drove her wild.
Regina moaned with
desire and frustration. It was unfair that he still was able to
render her incoherent after all these years, and he knew it! He used
this tactic every time he wanted to win an argument, because he knew
she would agree to anything in the heat of passion. She was
determined to not give in this time.
David knew his wife was feeling like
molten lava, and he hadn’t even touched her womanhood yet. “Say
that the twins can stay,” he demanded.
Regina shook her head.
grinned as he lowered his mouth to gently blow on the hair covering
her sex. Regina whimpered. He lightly ran his tongue over the
pea-sized bundle of nerves that drove her to near insanity when
gasped. She felt as if she were flying; as if the room was spinning.
Why oh why does he
always have this effect on me?
If Regina had been still able to think coherently, she would have
thought how unfair it was that David was once again using this
tactic. He knew perfectly well that Regina agreed to anything while
in this state, and often did this to her when she wasn’t in
agreement with him.
was at the point when she had to explode or die, and David, sensing
this, paused to resume negotiations with his wife.
they can stay,” he demanded. Regina just barely remembered to
whisper no. David positioned himself so that he could tease his
wife’s clitoris with his manhood. Regina inhaled sharply.
take me,” she nearly sobbed.
will, just as soon as you give permission for the twins to stay,”
David assured his wife.
shook her head and raised her hips to try to take him inside her.
David anticipated her tactic and moved out of her reach, yet managed
to maintain contact between them. This frustrated Regina to the point
“Calm down, my love, all you have to
do is say they can stay and I will give you what you want,” David
promised, kissing her neck.
I’ll do anything you say, please just take me now!” Regina
begged. David placed the very tip of himself inside her then paused
to ask her:
you sure about that?”
would have raised herself to take him, but was still raised from her
previous attempt, so she wrapped one leg around his waist, followed
quickly by the other forcing him to plunge deep inside her. David
laughed at his wife’s determination, and decided to give in to her
demands now that she had given in to his. He rode her through two
climaxes before he allowed himself to spill his seed deep within her.
Spent, he lay down next
now, you must be getting old if that’s the best you can do,”
Regina teased him as she regained her ability to think.
You are becoming more demanding every day!” David said in mock
frustration. “Old you say? I’ll show you just what this old man
can do!” David promised, and then proceeded to do just that.
In the room that Brist
was assigned, she was preparing to go on her planned expedition to
retrieve her horse. She was deciding what to wear, and so far had
separated all her clothing into two piles; one of just black items,
and the other contained all her other clothing. Something one might
find on Charlie’s Angels, yet also something that a cat burglar
might wear to keep himself concealed in shadows.
decided to start with her undergarments, for even though no one would
see them, they would help keep her in the right frame of mind...
sneaky! She put on a black bra made out of lace and a matching pair
of thong underwear. Over those she put on a form-fitting, black baby
tee that had the word Goddess on it in red, and form fitting pants
that flared slightly from her calves down.
decided that she would need to do something with her hair so that it
wouldn’t be in her way. She considered various styles before
deciding on a simple braid with plenty of stray locks to frame and
highlight her face.
After deciding that she looked
gorgeous, Brist picked up her gun and tried to decide where to put
it. Where would one of Charlie’s Angels hide it? How about
Scully? Brist tried tucking it in the back of her pants, but they
were so snug that she couldn’t get the gun to fit properly. Hmm,
so that wouldn’t work, maybe in my bra? No, that would be too
obvious. My handgun maybe small, but it isn’t that
Brist chuckled as she realized that
with the size of her breasts, the gun just might fit after all. Even
so, she decided to bring a spare purse that she could tie around her
waist, covering her sacrum.
Brist took a look in the mirror; I
look great; very Amanda from Highlander: The Raven. Cautiously,
she opened her bedroom door and looked out to see if the coast was
clear. It was, and so she silently made her way to the servant’s
stairs, which she figured would be her best bet for getting out of
the house unnoticed.
In the kitchen,
Nicholas heard a faint noise coming from the servant’s stairs,
which he thought was odd for this time of night. He quickly stepped
into the pantry, which gave him a good view of the kitchen, and yet
kept him hidden from view. Seconds later, he saw Brist emerge from
the stairway and head out the door.
what is she up to?” He asked himself. Without deciding to, he
followed her outside and into the woods, completely forgetting the
food he was so eager for just moments ago. It looked like she was
heading in the direction they went earlier today.
in league with the thieves! I was
right!” He whispered to himself triumphantly. Yet somehow, Nicholas
was unsure as to whether he should
be triumphant... or disappointed.
followed her for about an hour, trying his best to keep up with her
and not be detected by her at the same time. Which was hard for she
was fast, and he almost had to run to keep up with her, which didn’t
leave him much time to avoid anything in his path. She stopped
suddenly, looked around a moment, adjusted her course slightly, then
continued on. Only now she was walking slowly and keeping to the
I’m correct, and I believe I am, then the thieves made camp right
about where the town will one day be located,
Brist thought to herself. Then, she vaguely remembered a story about
the thieves and the town. The thieves camp was located farther out
than the town, it wasn’t until her many times great grandma Brist
founded the town that they moved closer to treepass, which was
finished by then. Wait,
didn’t Belana say her
great-grandmother founded the town?
was moving silently in the direction she was sure the camp must be
in. Just like in the
movies, I am undetectable to the enemy, moving in swiftly yet
cautiously to rescue the damsel in distress, or rather horses in
distress. Any moment now I will come across a feeble attempt at
security, a guard to try to keep me out.
Brist had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from
laughing out loud at her thoughts.
Suddenly, she froze.
From where she stood, she could just make out the outline of the
camp. Okay, so where are the camp guards? Slowly, she circled
the perimeter of the camp, careful to keep out of view of anyone who
might be watching.
in blazes is she doing? If she is in league with the thieves, why
doesn’t she just walk directly into camp?
Nicholas wondered. From where he was, he couldn’t see the camp, but
he figured that it must be there, or else why would Brist be walking
as if she were circling something.
should have brought a gun, I could then kill all the thieves and be
done with them once and for all. Maybe I can still find a way to do
so, and then once Brist sees that it’s hopeless, she’ll consent
to be my mistress, and I’ll finally be able to teach her a woman’s
proper place. Wait a second….
had to once again place her hand over her mouth to prevent herself
from crying out when she saw her beloved horse. She counted the
horses, hoping that she’d be able to recognize all the Evans family
horses, for she didn’t want to steal any of the thieves’ horses.
Thirteen, but then that would mean that they all belonged to the
family. Didn’t the
thieves have any of their own? Maybe
they kept theirs in a separate pen. And
are the guards? Surely a thief’s camp would have some
then, Brist spotted a man sitting under a nearby tree, she edged
closer to him, trying to figure out a way to subdue him silently.
What would Xena do?
Hmm… I hope it doesn’t come to that.
walked as close to the man as possible without being seen. She held
her breath; it was now that would decide the outcome of her
excursion. Either he would spot her and shout out in alarm, causing
her to kick more thieving butt (or be shot trying), or she would
subdue him without causing alarm, and waltz out of here with all
was that noise?
it? … Yes it is!
man was snoring softly; he was sound asleep! Oh
what luck! Brist made
a soft noise calling Cream to her. She was sure that Cream had
already smelled her, but was smart enough to stay put until signaled.
Cream didn’t even bother to move for she knew that she couldn’t
go anywhere while she was tied to a long post along with all the
Brist quickly untied
Cream from the post, allowing her to roam freely for a moment while
she untied all of the other horses and tied them to each other.
“If this weren’t
incredibly convenient for me, I’d find the man that left all of you
ungroomed and in your saddles, and I’d smack him so hard that he’d
see stars for the rest of his life!” Brist told the horses
Brist led the horses
around the perimeter of the camp until she was facing the direction
that she needed to travel. She was just about to mount Cream, when
she heard a familiar voice and decided to investigate.
I hate this, we were better off in England. At least there we weren’t
you know as well as I do that if we had remained in England, we would
have ended up thieves in the end. I hate it too, but what other
choice do we have?”
there are a few gentlemen in the city that would pay nicely for the
privilege of bedding an actual titled lady,” Belana suggested.
will not have you whoring!”
I will not have the last of my children starve to death!”
visibly choked back whatever he was going to say, and sighed. “Our
plans were to claim a piece of land and use our savings to turn it
into a farm capable of supporting ourselves. That plan fell apart
only because those rich Evans bastards stole every dime we owned in
payment for our passage here. We have only been stealing from them
out of revenge, but what if we stopped plaguing them for the change
they carry in their pockets, and we actually sneak into their house
and rob them of enough money to accomplish our goal?”
I will not allow you to fall so low. What if, instead, we sold their
horses? 13 fine horses should bring a fair price, and then we could
sorry, but you wont get the chance to do that either,” Brist said,
calling attention to herself. She pointed her gun at them so that
they wouldn’t do anything rash, like sound an alarm...
doing here?” Randy demanded.
“Retrieving some stolen property,”
Brist answered with a shrug.
“The instant you try, I’ll have the
entire camp come out to stop you,” Randy threatened.
but I’ve already recovered our horses, the only reason I’m still
here is to get our jewelry,” Brist informed the good-looking thief.
She had intended to let them keep the money and jewelry they had
taken, but now that she had insanely allowed them to know that she
was there, she figured she may as well recover as much as she could.
and Brist stood glaring at each other, both trying to figure out
their opponent’s next move, and how to effectively counter it.
Randy judged Brist to be about one foot out of his natural reach, but
perhaps if he used the element of surprise, he could remove the gun
from her grasp. Gathering his courage, he lunged for her, praying
that she wouldn’t shoot him.
had no intention of shooting anyone unless she had no other choice.
When she realized that Randy was going to try to disarm her, she
stepped aside and tripped him, using her arm to ensure that he landed
directly at her feet. Face down. Brist placed her foot on his neck
and pointed the gun at his head, surreptitiously checking to make
sure the safety was still engaged.
don’t kill him!” Belana cried softly, for she feared that if she
made too much noise – and accidentally alerted the camp to what was
going on – her husband would be shot for sure.
some rope,” Brist ordered her. “And don’t even think about
getting help. Oh, and find something to gag him with as well.” Once
Belana had found the requested items, Brist motioned for her to tie
her husband up.
glared at Brist with murder in his eyes, but allowed his wife to do
as she was told.
bring me the jewelry and money that your husband stole from us
today,” Brist ordered when Belana had finished her task. Belana did
as she was told, handing her the bags, which still contained all of
the stolen items. “Please understand that I have to tie you up now
“I understand, but please Lady Evans,
please understand that I am also against the theft that had occurred.
It's just... my husband is only doing what he has to in order for us
to survive. We have no money, no other place to go, and no food. Any
food that we do manage to steal, we feed to our children, and yet
they are starving! Please, isn’t there anything you can do to help
us? Perhaps you could leave us some of the jewelry to sell for food,
or one of the horses,” Belana pleaded.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,
only one of those horses belongs to me, and she wouldn’t allow
anyone else to ride her even if I did give her up. As for the money
and jewelry, none of it belongs to me, so I can’t let you keep it
either,” Brist apologized.
She helped Belana to her knees, and
using some of the excess rope used to tie up Randy, she tied Belana’s
feet together, and then she tied her hands. She left them in a
position that would allow Belana easy access to untie Randy after
Brist had gone. She was about to place a gag in Belana’s mouth when
the woman – who was an exact replica of her friend in the future,
only older – spoke out.
take my child with you! Belana implored. “Her name is Sarah, and
she is sleeping just inside that tent.”
would you want me to take your child?” Brist asked, utterly
already lost one child, and I can’t bear
to watch as another one dies. I know that if you take her with you,
she will be taken care of,” Belana explained. Randy violently shook
his head and moaned in protest. Brist thought for a few moments.
you sure this is what you want?” She asked, and Belana nodded.
Tears streamed down the bound woman’s cheeks. “Alright then, I
will,” Brist agreed with a heavy sigh.
Inside the tent, Brist found the child
– a toddler of about three – asleep on a bed made up of thin
blankets. The child was much too thin, and she whimpered in her sleep
as if experiencing nightmares. Gently, Brist extracted the child from
the bed and carried her out to her parents.
now on you
are her mother, and she is your
daughter,” Belana said to Brist. Randy looked wounded, or as if he
were about to be sick. Tears streamed down his face, and Brist found
that she was crying too.
“I will take good care of your
daughter,” Brist promised the outlaw parents as she held the little
girl up to Belana so that the sacrificing mother could kiss her
daughter goodbye. “Already you are a better mother than I could
ever hope to be, for I seriously doubt that I could ever give up my
own child, even if it were for her own good.”
Brist shifted the sleeping child so
that she could hug her mother, who she still thought of as her friend
in the future. Then, she placed the gag in the woman’s mouth, for
she still couldn’t chance an alarm being sounded. She intuitively
knew that this Belana had also handed her a guarantee that the
bandits wouldn't rob from them again out of fear that this child
would be harmed in retaliation.
know you aren’t able to give your daughter a hug or a kiss goodbye,
and since she is sleeping and I don’t want to wake her just yet,
she can’t give one to you. So I am going to do it for her,” Brist
informed Randy as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. After taking a
moment to try to stop crying and wipe away her tears, Brist made her
getaway. She paused a foot away from her horse, for the toddler
whimpered in her sleep.
poor baby,” she murmured soothingly as she ran her fingers through
the girl’s hair. Then, she kissed the sleeping child’s forehead.
Sarah stirred in her sleep, flinging her arms around Brist’s neck.
few feet away, Nicholas felt a strange pull at his heart. He was more
confused by Brist now than he had ever been confused by a woman
before in his life. He watched as Brist mounted her horse, and then
decided to stop her before she got away and he had to walk home.
must say,” he said, standing in front of Cream. “That you handled
that very well.”
“It is a very good thing that they
cannot see or hear us, for I would not want them to think that I have
anything to do with you. Don’t you have anything better to do than
spy on me?” Brist asked as she untied the rest of the horses from
Cream, and then flung the rope at him.
The two antagonists stared at each
other for a few long moments. Suddenly, Brist had a mischievous idea,
and she grinned impishly. Nicholas watched incredulously as Brist
kicked Cream into a soft canter, leaving him alone with 12 horses.
Brist was riding into the family’s stables. She laid Sarah on a
blanket covering a semi-soft pile of hay while she took care of her
horse. Brist was still upset at finding that the horses had not been
properly groomed, and so took her time to thoroughly brush down
Cream. Finishing up, she tossed a warm blanket over the patient
horse, and unconsciously placed her in the same stall that she would
occupy in the future. She then carried Sarah to her room, just barely
remembering to go to the one she was assigned to in this time, for
her sub-conscious had led her to the one she had always had in the
Brist sighed as she cuddled up to the toddler,
who wriggled against her, seeking warmth. It was not long before she
was enveloped by deep, blissful sleep.
did she expect me to handle 12 horses when she’s seen
how bad I am at handling just one?” Nicholas grumbled. Here he had
tried to avoid walking home, only to end up not only walking, but
also struggling with 12 horses. “I should have just watched to see
how she planned to handle not only the horses, but the babe too. How
did I get myself into this mess? All I’ve wanted since I first laid
eyes on the wench was to persuade her to bed me, and here’s she’s
ruined any chance of me joining her in bed tonight. Ah! The witch!
With her purple witch’s eyes, and her desirable, voluptuous little
body. Why can’t I get her out of my mind?!” Nicholas asked his
horse, which just so happened to be the lead horse. The horse simply
rolled his eyes and snickered at him.
made a disbelieving noise, and tried his best to put her out of his
mind, but ended up driving himself almost to the point of insanity by
the time he got home. By the time he took the last few steps into the
stables, the sky was giving him the impression that it was holding
back the sun on purpose, just to annoy him even more.
Nicholas’ mood had long ago passed
foul, and now it was simmering somewhere between frightful and
abominable. He had no intention of taking the time to properly groom
one of the horses, let alone all 12. Nicholas found no purpose in
doing himself what he paid others for. So, he strode moodily over to
one of the stable boys, grabbed him out of his bed, and tossed him
onto the stable master. The two employees awoke fighting, each
positive that the other had started the fight.
fighting! I want these horses taken care of right away!” Nicholas
“Of course my lord, immediately!”
The startled stable master promised. He was a man brought over with
them from England. Nicholas made a beeline for his bedroom, grumbling
the entire way.
I weren’t so blasted exhausted at this moment, I would go strangle
that pain-in-the-arse while she slept! GOD! I feel as if I just
returned from a yearlong pilgrimage in which I carried pebbles in my
boots as penance for my sins!” By this time, Nicholas was crawling
into his bed. He hadn’t even bothered to remove any of his clothes;
not even his boots! He sighed as he drifted off to sleep, muttering,
“I’ll kill her when I wake up.”
Last night, I went to bed late - as I tend to do most nights. I was editing my book Diamond Elf in preparation for publishing it on Amazon... eventually... I got tired so I forced myself to go to bed, and I even fell asleep.
Then, early this morning, my hubby woke me up to tell me that he was leaving to go help a friend. I was okay with that, but not okay with him waking me up. I slowly drifted back to sleep, only to hear that the MOMENT my hubby left, my kids woke up. They were wide awake and bouncy, and LOUD! They ran around the house, repeatedly slamming the door to the bathroom - which is between my bedroom and the rest of the house.
After the 5th or 6th time they slammed that door, I rolled out of bed, picked myself up off the floor, and then went into the bathroom to glare at them. But it was already too late, I was awake enough that I couldn't go back to sleep, sigh...
So, I sent a text to my hubby that said: "Grrrrrr...." When he asked what was wrong, I told him that: "They sprang from your loins and have your predilection for mornings..."
I then hopped online to distract myself as I waited for my brain to wake up and start to function. I don't drink coffee, so that's not why my mind is foggy in the morning. A couple of friends messaged me, and I grumpily bit their heads off - Sorry! I'm not really mad at you, I'm just not a morning person!
Then a very good friend of mine tells me that my blurb sucks! (I know that you read this, so I'm not trying to gripe about you, I'm just talking about my morning, and this is part of it.) I thought my blurb rocked, so I was seriously bummed out. However, I consoled myself with the fact that blurb writing always sucks, and almost no one can write a blurb that entices without giving away too much information. So, I rewrote it...
As I was trying to rewrite it, my friend - who is my awesome Editrix, and helps me out a ton - interrupted my thought process a couple of times to tell me that one of the books I want to publish can't BE published!
I understand why she's telling me this, but I want to strangle the puritans who make the "rules." The basic reasoning is that the story - Jocelyn's Decision - is about a girl who makes the decision to have sex even though she is only 13. I intend it to be a cautionary tale. A warning to girls about the very real consequences of that decision. I included the sexual scenes because they are integral to the story. The scenes themselves are not very descriptive until she reaches the age of consent.
At the very end of the story, Jocelyn is 18, and that's when she has some really erotic sex. The intended audience is older teens and adults. If adults read it and think that it's a good message for their daughters, and have the younger teens read it - or even just the first part - that is up to them, and really a good example of not censoring what a child reads. In fact, if both a mother and her daughter took turns reading it, they might be able to open up a discussion that might be hard to have otherwise.
In any case, to me, my story is general fiction. A second classification would be slice of life or even afternoon special. However, because I do tend to write erotica, and this book does have sex in it, it is apparently considered erotica by my friend. She's concerned that it would violate the Terms of Service.
And THAT is what has me pissed off more than anything this morning! I understand that they don't want to encourage teens to have sex. I understand that they don't want to encourage older men to have sex with teenaged girls, and IF this book really was intended to be an erotica featuring a teenaged girl and an older man, I would agree that it violates the terms.
To a point...
MY ideals state that free speech is King. I think that a person should be free to read, write, or watch anything they want to. If a person wants to watch a movie that depicts a mass murderer going on a killing spree in gory detail, they should have that right. The movie should be labeled "not intended for anyone under 18," but then it should be up to the viewer to decide if they want to watch it. It should NEVER be up to others to decide whether or not a person can watch or even MAKE such a movie.
The same holds true for writing. I am only free to write whatever I want so long as I never plan to put it up for sale to an audience. The moment I put it up for sale, I have to change my story to fit the limitations on free speech set by those who cater to the easily offended. They cannot simply do the right thing and post a warning that says: Read at your own risk and if anything offends you TOUGH! Instead, they write rules that state: "We don't wish to offend anyone, so please don't try to publish anything that most people consider offensive."
Now I think there is enough precedent in literature and even on TV and in real life to show that - returning to the topic of my story - to show that teenaged sex does happen. To try to claim that it doesn't is ludicrous! To say that a story featuring teenaged sex should not be published is a violation in every sense of the word!
I wrote a post about this a month or so ago. I am not trying to say that books aimed at teenagers should be written the same way as erotica books are - full of sex and nothing else! But I was told that the rules of Young Adult Fiction - the stuff aimed at teens - should be highly censored. It can reference sex, but it should not contain it directly - at least not graphically.
Okay fine. I edited my only YA book that actually had sex in it to remove the sex. But this story is different. It's not intended to be YA! It's intended to be general fiction. Aimed mostly at adults. It's intended to open dialogue between mothers and their daughters, and yet I am being told that it is not allowed because apparently the terms of service state that there shall be no sex in a book featuring a minor.
The reason I'm so upset is that I don't actually expect to make a living by selling my books. It would be nice. It would be my dream come true to actually be able to support my family using my skills, but experience has proved time and again that this isn't going to happen. SO, if I'm not going to make a living by selling my books anyway, then I have no real reason to conform to the rules. When others tell me that: "Readers won't buy books like that," I shrug. Not many people buy my books anyway.
I don't write to please others, I write to please myself. I write books that I want to read! If that makes me unpopular, then so be it.
But then I am told that having just ONE book that violates the rules will automatically get ALL my books banned. Well then so be it. If the only way to obtain one of my books is to ask for them directly from me, oh well. It's not like I was making money off of them anyway. I do this because it's what I love to do. Call me stubborn, obtuse, and my own worst enemy. It's all true, but at least I'm being true to myself...
“How are you?” Juliana asked
her brother over the phone. She knew that Braedon had told her not to
worry just that morning, but she couldn't help it. Her twin was as
dear to her as her very own children were. She would do anything for
“I'm fine, Juli,” Jules
assured her. “I think I really like it here.”
“Is there another party going
on? Or is it the same one as last night?” Juliana asked, trying to
be supportive and understanding.
“No parties so far... that I
know of,” Jules stated. “I'm just laying in bed watching TV.”
Which was half true. He was trying to watch TV, but nothing
interested him. He pushed the button on the remote to turn the
channel again in search of something long and without commercials.
To his relief, one of the premium
channels had a decent movie on, but he couldn't remember what it was
“Did you do anything at all
today, or did you just lay in bed all day long?” Juliana asked,
hoping that he wasn't moping and hiding.
Jules blushed, but decided that if
his sister was going to be nosy, then he would give her a reason to
stop asking questions. “If you must know, I went with
Braedon to the house of a Princess who trains in new recruits. I got
to have a blowjob from 7 different – ”
“Okay, I get it!” Juliana
hastily interrupted him.
“If you don't want to hear the
details, then maybe should should stop asking so many questions,”
Jules pointed out smugly.
“I am just worried about you!”
Juliana exclaimed. “I want to make sure that you don't retreat into
a shell of depression and never come out.”
“Then you picked the right place
to bring me,” Jules admitted. “At least here, there's quite a bit
to distract me, but I also have some time alone to think things
through.” Such as now...
“Okay, good,” Juliana stated
in relief. “I'll let you go for now, but I want you to call me at
least once a day, when you have time. Otherwise I'll assume that
something's wrong and call and bug you, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Jules agreed.
“I love you too,” Juliana
murmured, sounding much less worried now, and then hung up.
Jules tossed the phone aside and
stretched his naked body out a bit more comfortably as he watched the
movie. It barely kept his attention, which meant that part of him was
still dwelling on things he'd rather not think about.
A naked woman he didn't know
walked into his room softly, sort of half startling him. He eyed her
warily as she climbed onto the bed without saying a word, and then
settled herself so that she was laying on top of him with her head in
his lap. She made it a bit difficult to see the TV, but Jules didn't
care. He was too busy hoping that she planned to do what he thought
Sure enough, she started stroking
his shaft with her hands and tongue, working him up slowly. Jules
sighed in contentment, and grinned up at the ceiling. I could get
used to this!
What the twins said flashed
through his mind, and he wondered once again if he had it in him to
honor the vow a King of this society made. The vow to have sex with
literally everyone who asked him. A wry harrumph escaped him.
I guess the only way to find
out is to try it and see!
Having decided that, he remembered
that Braedon said that each member's goal was to please their bed
partner, so he decided to stop simply enjoying the pleasure and give
a little back to her. Conveniently, her legs were straddling his
chest in a way that made it extremely easy for him to explore her
with his fingers and tongue.
She purred appreciatively in
response, then took his entire length into her mouth the best she
Braedon smiled at them fondly from
the open doorway for a moment before leaving them alone. It looked
like it might be a quite night, and so he had a rare opportunity to
relax and maybe read a book. He was almost certain that one of his
regular lovers would show up later on, but for now, the only member
in the house was currently interested in Jules, and Braedon was glad!
He returned to his room and got comfortable in bed.
Meanwhile, both Jules and the
unknown woman were moaning from the mutual oral stimulation. He could
tell that she had lots of practice sucking on a man, and did his best
to please her in return. Judging by the way her legs shook, he had to
be doing something right. The thought made him mentally grin in
His fingers wiggled over a rough
spot inside her that swelled slightly. He continued to lick her as
his fingers wiggled and she responded by getting tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, she gripped his shaft tightly – almost too tightly –
and nearly choked on him as she squealed. A sweet fluid gushed into
his mouth, completely surprising him.
He mentally chuckled because while
he had experienced this phenomenon, only one of his previous
girlfriends had ever let him practice on her long enough to
accomplish it. The same one that liked threesomes. She'd been just
about the only adventurous partner he'd ever had, and she'd also been
the only one he had stayed with longer than a couple of nights.
He may well have stayed with her
forever, but she got pregnant and left him because she no longer
wanted to be adventurous and knew that he didn't have it in him to
settle down. As a result, they'd remained friends and raised their
daughter together but separately, which suited him just fine.
Sensing she had lost his attention
to his thoughts, the woman who had just gushed shifted until she was
laying on top of him, face to face. She tickled his neck until she
was certain that he was paying attention to her once more, and then
impaled herself on his shaft.
Jules grunted almost happily. He
smiled up at her as she slowly began to slide up and down. She and
the distraction she provided was exactly what he needed right now,
and to his astonishment, he almost loved her in a way. It was
confusing to the part of him that was numb with grief, but it felt so
right to the rest of him.
They made love – or something
very close to it – for hours before finally snuggling up and going
to sleep. Jules slept peacefully for the first time in a long time.
His lover's weight on him was strangely comforting.
In the morning, he woke up feeling
refreshed and ready to face the day! This was a strange feeling for
him. Even before his life fell apart, he was never really one to wake
up in the morning with the energy and motivation to do something –
anything! Kissing his lover but not waking her, he got out of
bed and went to find something to eat.
Braedon was cooking up a jumble of
meat, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns. There was nowhere near as many
people to feed today, so he was only making a small amount. Jules
looked around for a pot of coffee but didn't find any. He stood
around hesitantly, wondering if it would be okay for him to look
through the cupboards.
A man Jules didn't know strode
into the kitchen looking like a zombie. He went straight for a
cupboard under the counter in the corner and pulled out the coffee
pot. Jules watched him lightly touch the variety of coffees with a
finger until he decided to go with an organic variety that Jules had
never heard of before.
Then the man pulled out a grinder
to grind the beans. Just that was enough to make Jules moan from the
fabulous smell. He almost drooled as he waited for the coffee to
brew. Both men held onto mugs and contained themselves just long
enough for the pot to brew exactly enough for the both of them before
taking it and filling their mugs. The first sip evoked soft sighs of
pleasure from both of them.
Braedon laughed. “You both sound
like crack addicts to me!” He had already dished up a plate of food
for each of them, and held them out with a smile.
Jules took the plate gratefully
and immediately sat at the closest table. The unknown man took his
plate and then held it off to the side as he kissed Braedon. Jules
watched them curiously.
“Oh man!” The woman groaned as
she joined them. “That smells fantastic! I wish I had time to
eat...” She knew exactly where to find a disposable travel mug so
that she could fill it with coffee.
“Thanks for the fun,” she
murmured, kissing Jules on the cheek. “Wish I could come play with
you again tonight, but sadly I'm probably not going to be able to
come back for a long time.”
“Why not?” Braedon wondered
“Traveling around the country
for work,” she stated, sounding both aggravated and pleased. “No
time to tell you all the details, my King. I've gotta run!” And
with that, she really did run to her car and throw on a dress before
Jules watched her go, wishing he
had remembered to ask her her name before she ran off. Part of him
even wished he had gotten her cellphone number so that he could talk
to her if he got lonely. He dug into his breakfast with a moan of
appreciation, and pushed her to the back of his mind, for now.
Considering that it was now
Friday, the house was surprisingly empty for most of the day.
Sometime during the afternoon, Braedon started cooking a ton of food.
It was mostly simple fare – a pot roast and potatoes – but he
also made a couple of side dishes and desserts. At almost exactly
5PM, people started to arrive.
Jules was surprised that no one
immediately started having sex. They all got naked as they left their
car – which Jules realized was probably a good idea if they had
valuables that they didn't want to lose. Their nudity felt natural
after he relaxed a bit.
Even so, to him, nudity equaled
sex – or at the very least time to take a shower or something.
Therefore, it was strange that they all dished up and started eating,
chatting away like old friends. The more he listened, the more he
realized that they pretty much were
old friends! Even the younger ones – all fully initiated members of
the society – held conversations as if they'd known the others
their entire lives.
The more Jules saw, the more he
liked this society! Around 7PM, everyone had eaten their fill and
some lightly alcoholic drinks were made by a man who must work as a
bartender because he knew them all by heart. He was also skilled at
flipping bottles and putting on a show as he made the drinks. He
flirtily demanded a kiss as payment anytime someone took one of the
drinks he made.
Jules didn't drink anything. Not
because he had a problem kissing the bartender but because he simply
wasn't in the mood for alcohol. A glass of water was perfect for him
at the moment.
Suddenly, the mood changed. It
went from a fairly lighthearted gathering to a touchy feely one. The
air itself seemed to thicken with lust until Jules could almost taste
it. He felt his blood thicken as well, as if his body was already
preparing to jump in bed with someone.
A pleasantly plump woman who
looked about 21 years old walked up to Jules confidently. She smiled
at him; her face glowing with desire. She took his hand in hers and
led him towards his room.
Considering that she didn't even
need to ask where his room was, he realized that it must be common
knowledge somehow. He chuckled in amusement, delighted by her silent
assurance that he wouldn't turn her down. In truth, at this very
moment, she was utterly beautiful to him, despite not being his
She gave him such incredible
pleasure that he was afraid he didn't have enough skill to pleasure
her in return, but by her every indication, she thoroughly enjoyed
his touch. A second woman joined them at some point, and then a
third. By the time Jusles was too exhausted to go on, he had quite a
few women and men in bed with
him – though none of the men had insisted that he touch them.
He fell asleep long before they
were finished playing. His last conscious thought was: no wonder
this bed is so massive!
went home in the morning. Braedon was too occupied – he was still
passed out from the many lovers in his bed – to cook, but the maid
had expected this. She was being faithful to her boyfriend, and
therefore had not played with anyone. As a result, she had gotten
plenty of sleep, and was now cooking.
was at least 50 people staying over – not all of which had slept in
Braedon or Jules' bed, by the way – and so food was continually
made throughout the day. More people arrived as the day progessed.
Some of them even brought their children!
surprised Jules, but then he realized that everyone behaved more or
less normally during the day. Aside from being naked, they could be
at any house party. The back yard was just full of people playing
games such as volleyball or lawndarts. There was a pool for people to
swim in, and several of the kids chased each other with large water
This is a real community! A
real group of people who actually care about each other. People who
come together in friendship... and love...
grinned and felt the numbness surrounding his heart start to fade a
bit. He had never had many friends because he had never really felt
like he belonged anywhere. I think I could get used to
called out to him around 6 in the evening. “Hey Jules! Your sister
is on the phone!”
chuckled, excused himself from the group of people he was chatting
with, and rushed to his room so that he could talk with her in
private. Sort of.
was a pair of teenaged boys playing a video game in his room, but he
simply ignored them and they ignored him.
Jules said when he picked up the phone. He heard a click and knew by
the sudden reduction in noise that Braedon had hung up the handset he
tells me that you're having fun,” Juliana stated.
am!” Jules replied honestly. “It's been interesting meeting all
these new people. I was just talking to a small business owner, an ad
exec, and a farmer! Talk about a wide variety of backgrounds!”
sound almost happy,” Juliana murmured, relieved that her twin
seemed to be much better than he had been the entire month that he'd
stayed at her house.
a way, I almost am!” Jules excleimed because he was surprised to
realize that it was true. “I feel like I belong here.”
glad,” Juliana purred. Jules could tell that she was smiling even
though he couldn't see her.
I want to get back to the party. Someone was going to show me how to
play Canasta,” Jules informed her.
laughed. “We used to play Canasta as kids!”
we?” Jules asked, unable to recall doing so.
but you didn't like it because I always won!”
That game... Hmm... I wonder if I'll be any better at it now?”
luck,” Juliana wished with a laugh. “I love you.”
you too, sis.” Jules smiled at the phone after he had hung it up
for a few minutes. He felt blessed to have a sister that loved him so
much that she would actually call up an ex that she had treated badly
just to help him out. Not to mention that she wasn't judging him for
anything he was doing here even though it was all stuff she
personally thought was immoral.
he returned to the party. The first thing he noticed was that the
back yard had turned into a campground in the few minutes he was
gone. He stood at the rail of the balcony and watched what was going
of all, no one had brought children younger than five without at
least one older sibling to look after them. This meant that all of
the children had set up tents in a somewhat secluded area of the back
yard. They were now having their own party – which was not so
surprisingly louder than the main party. They all seemed to get
along, and there were plenty of older children to keep an eye on all
the younger kids.
of the adults that had set up tents, they were slowly pairing off and
disappearing into them. Others started a bonfire, and plenty of
people were simply hanging out and talking about anything and
Jules remarked in enlightenment. Suddenly it made sense how 50 people
had managed to spend the night in a house that only had room for 20
or 30 people, depending on how many people could squeeze into each
bed – or onto the furniture. “I wonder how many people are here
least 200,” Braedon answered, startling him.
you plan all this?” Jules wondered.
yes and no. I did not plan it so much as I knew that anyone who
wanted to would show up. This is pretty common. Sometimes we have
only 20 or 30 people come over on a weekend, and every now and then
we have all of the close to 1000 people in this region show up. But
on those weekends, generally someone has taken the time to plan out
an official party,” Braedon explained. “This here? This is about
average. Maybe a little more than average.” He shrugged.
Jules simply loved the
idea of having a party every weekend, and not
the kind of party that relied heavily on alcohol! This was more like
his childhood when his parents took him to a trailer at a campground
full of other trailers next to a lake. Only everyone was naked...
woman in her 30s walked up to them. “Good evening, my King.”
evening, Gwen” Braedon returned the greeting with a smile.
traced a finger from Jules' collar bone down past his belly button.
Jules gulped to wet his suddenly dry throat. This woman might
possibly be the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen!
the railing of the balcony, Gwen climbed up Jules until her legs
were wrapped around his waist and her arms clung to his neck.
chuckled at the look on Jules' face – which was a cross between Oh
wow! and Dear God,
forgive me for I am about to sin!
fun!” Braedon bade. Jules just barely remembered to nod in
acknowledgement before he carried the gorgeous woman towards his
finally decided that the time was right to kiss Jules, which prompted
Braedon to call after them. “Oh! And watch out! Gwen bites!”
chuckled throatily. “You better believe it!”
moaned as she proved this fact to him by biting his bottom lip. A
tiny stinging indicated that she'd drawn blood, but she immediately
began to lick it up. He groaned and then practically ran the rest of
the way to his room.
opted to forgo foreplay and pushed him onto his back the moment they
landed on his bed. She straddled him, riding him almost frantically
until she sensed that he was close to finishing. Abruptly, she
stopped, dismounted, and occupied herself with biting his nipples.
groaned in response to the way she abandoned him just as he was
getting ready to pump her full. Then he inhaled a sizzling breath in
response to her mild abuse of his nipples. Determined to continue, he
rolled her under him and slid right back inside her.
laughed, enjoying the way he pounded into her. If the bed had not
been so sturdy, he almost certainly would have been banging it into
the wall! Growling like a kitten, she bit his shoulder and dug her
nails into his back.
shit! Gwen's in here, better find somewhere else!” Someone
exclaimed. A couple of others giggled in agreement, and then the
entire group disappeared.
laughed. “It seems you have quite the reputation!”
are wimps! Just because I like it rough...” Gwen trailed off,
grinning at him. She then pushed him away.
thought she was tired of him until she got onto her hands and knees
and patted her ass. Jules entered her eagerly, trying to be gentle.
She rocked into him roughly, encouraging him to bang into her. Her
fingers rubbed her clitoris, causing her to get noticeably tighter
pounded into her until he felt ready to pump her full, but she had
other ideas. She forced him to stop, which was frustrating even as he
wondered what she planned to do next. She pushed him onto his back
again, but this time, she straddled his face.
her command, Jules began to fuck her with his tongue. She rubbed
herself as he did this and practically sang from the pleasure. Her
hips moved jerkily for quite some time, which thankfully gave him air
when he needed to take a breath. Suddenly, she pushed herself into
his mouth as much as possible, squealing as fluid gushed from her.
gulped it down, waiting for her to stop shaking before he grabbed her
and flipped her onto her stomach. Pinning her down with his body, he
located her wet opening, and then entered her in one smooth thrust.
He held her arms captive in an attempt to give her the truly rough
sex that she craved as he rammed into her over and over.
loved every moment, but that didn't stop her from biting his arm and
sucking his blood as he did his best to fuck her into the bed. Much
later, Jules was finally allowed to pump her full, which he did with
a roar of satisfaction. He gasped repeatedly for air as he collapsed
on top of her.
purred happily as he drifted off to sleep. She would have prefered
that he get violent with her, but considering that he wasn't even a
member of her society, he did surprisingly well! She was almost ready
to go to sleep too!
man chuckled almost menacingly. “It looks like you have been
whimpered. She wasn't actually a slave, but she was submissive. She
hadn't realized that her Dom was watching them. He wouldn't be mad at
her for having sex with someone other than him, but he would pretend
to be so that he could punish her. Mentally, she was grinning in
anticipation, but on the outside, she pretended to be afraid of her
was passed out by this time, and had no idea that they used his bed
right next to him. He barely even noticed when Gwen wiggled out from
whimpered again as her Dom forced her to accept his dick as far down
her throat as possible. He held the back of her neck and forceably
thrust in and out of her mouth. To an observer, it looked like he
didn't care in the slightest if she choked, but he knew that she was
used to this and wouldn't actually be hurt.
naughty bitch! You dared to try being dominant with him? If he hadn't
pinned you down, I would have had to whip you!”
almost chuckled as she realized that he must have been watching her
all the way back when she straddled Jules' face. She hummed an
apology, savoring the taste of him. He tasted like he had been inside
at least one other woman, but hadn't yet cum. She knew that he loved
to save it for her to swallow. His balls tightened in a clear signal
that he was ready to coat her throat.
they were done, they curled up together and fell asleep.