Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Steaming Up The Readers

A pair of passages we've been writing as of late; for obvious reasons, this is not the sort of thing you should be reading in public... or with the faint of heart or easily outraged close at hand.

You are mine, she thought, relishing the thought. All mine.
He was a sight to behold, strong, lean-muscled, all male. She caressed his bare chest, kissing him everywhere she found exposed flesh. She loved, craved the taste of him. She would never get enough of him.
Finally, she withdrew. “You're my slave,” she said.
“I'm your slave,” he echoed.
“You'll do as I tell you?”
“Always, my mistress,” he promised.
“Good.” she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. She took him in her hands and caressed his cock and balls. He was already erect, ready for her. But she intended to prolong the pleasure for both of them. She started to play with him, stroking, fondling, until he could no longer control it. He ejaculated in her hands. She smiled at him. “Very good,” she said softly. She started licking his semen from her fingers. “Mmmmm...very good....”
She could tell he was enjoying that, watching her licking it up like a kitten lapping at a bowl of fresh cream. Finally, she removed her bra and panties. “Remember, you have to do as I tell you,” she said, straddling him again.
“Always, mistress,” he said.
She leaned forward. “You may not suck on my nipples,” she told him, leaning forward so that her breasts were just above his face. “No matter what, you must not.”
She cupped one breast in her hand and lowered herself, teasing him as she brushed it back and forth across his lips. She could feel his tongue occasionally lapping at it. “You're not obeying me,” she said firmly.
“I can't help myself, mistress,” he defended himself.
“Do as I tell you, and I'll reward you for your obedience.”
“I'll try.”
She teased him, first with one breast, then with the other. Finally, his willpower gone, he captured one nipple in his mouth and suckled it fiercely. She started to laugh, allowing him to take his pleasure—and hers. She pulled back, than kissed him. “I like being irresistible to you,” she told him, “so I suppose to reprimand you for it would only be punishing myself.”
“Am I to be rewarded anyway, then?” he asked.
“I think so, yes.” She moved upward, straddling his face. Supporting her weight on her hands, she lowered herself so that he could easily reach her with his mouth. “Take your time, my slave,” she instructed. By the time he was finished, he'd be ready again...for her to do the same to him....

He loved how bold she was. He loved surrendering control to her. Gabriel began to kiss the front of her legs, taking his time, revelling in the moment. On the one hand, he wanted to reach out with his hands, stroke her body, drive her to orgasm with his fingers, knead her breasts as his tongue pleasured her… and on the other… being tied up had its own excitement, a pleasure coursing through him. She groaned as he peppered her with kisses, his mouth moving to the soft curls of pubic hair, his nose catching the welcome scent of her…
I love you, he thought. He remembered her remark earlier, comparing him to a Greek god. And she’s a goddess… and I worship her. His tongue stroked, felt the moistness, the heat. Her clit was tender, and as his tongue made contact, she cried out, her body trembling. She seemed to steady herself, and he drove his tongue inside. Chloe groaned again at the contact, while Gabriel stroked into her pussy, tasting the moist heat, the juice… God, she’s incredible, he thought, his tongue stroking, savouring the taste of her.
“Gabriel….” Her voice was full of desire, and he knew she was close. Her legs trembled against him, and her tone was more insistent, more immediate… He would never get enough of her, was addicted to the taste of her, the way their bodies melded together… Gabriel kept stroking with his tongue, as deep into her pussy as he could, and her body pulse. Chloe cried out as she climaxed, calling out his name.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Easter Eggs, Fondue, And That Time We Got Frisky In A Tub Of Chocolate Milk

Ah, dear Scarlett, here we are once again, and it's Easter. Shall we tell our readers about what we do for Easter egg hunting?

Think they can handle it, love? 

They might get a little overheated, and need a cold shower.

Oh, but that's a good thing!

All right...first of all, we do it in the buff. But then, we do everything in the buff.

Which tends to lead to us getting sidetracked a lot. I mean, it's very, very easy for me to get caught up when your ravishing naked form stops right in front of me and... sorry, where were we?

I don't know about you, but I was just thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy covering you in warm chocolate and....
Please do! That brings back lovely memories of last year when we had that dip in the tub full of chocolate milk. The chocolatier never let us back into the shop after that incident.

I've never understood why he was so upset! We brought so much new business into his shop. 

But since we do have that lovely fondue pot....

It comes in so handy, doesn't it? You think we should write it in the book?

What a perfectly delightful idea!

Then we must.

Now then, we were talking about easter egg hunts... before we got all distracted by nudity and chocolate fondue and you licking it off my... oh, my... getting distracted again.

I love it when you place a couple of chocolate eggs between your breasts....

And those sweet little Jelly Bellies fit so well in soooo many places!

Oh, yes... just the thought of where to place them on you has so many potentials... and it's really turning me on.

Remember where I put that butterscotch at Christmastime?

How could I ever forget?

Shall we give them a demonstration? They can't seem to take their eyes off us. Not that I blame them. We are, after all, outstandingly gorgeous...

I would love to give them a demonstration! 

Oh, this is so much fun!

Goddess, I do believe our audience is drooling. And not just because of the chocolate... ooo! I do love it when you lick me there...

Mmmmm...can't talk with...mouth full....

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Once more, a group of sentences from our first novel together, Same Time, Tomorrow; the first trio is from Scarlett, and the second trio is from James....

The karma train had derailed.

Looks like I'm going to need a kayak to get to the office, she decided.

The taxi driver shouted at her in a language she didn't understand. She responded with a single-finger salute and kept walking.


“After all, the lady has no idea where a dog like you has been.”

“I can tickle it out of you, you know.”

Gabriel let his hands wander over her, feeling her welcome body on top of his, their kiss growing deeper, more passionate.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

How To Get A Writing Analysis Program Overheated

Recently Scarlett and I have been playing around with a computer analysis program. That is, when we haven't been playing around with each other. We get like that from time to time. It's called I Write Like, and you can find it right here.

The idea is simple. You simply add in text from what you've been writing, click a button, and it'll tell you what author closely resembles your own style. Scarlett and I have wondered if some of our steamier writings would end up resembling the works of Anais Nin (she knew how to steam things up). So we've been sampling some of our writings.

Scarlett's latest passage went in, and the system suggested she writes like Chuck Palahniuk. So, my partner writes like the fellow who wrote Fight Club? That's peculiar.

I wrote an early passage featuring Gabriel and his agent, Olivia. The analysis came back, saying that I write like Ian Fleming. Hello, Moneypenny, might I interest you in a cigar?

Finally, I've tried some of our steamier stuff, a pair of sequences featuring Gabriel and Chloe together in bed. Cherry cordials feature prominently. The program (after asking that the windows be opened and saying it was getting really hot in here, told me we both write like Anne Rice.

Well, we all learn something new every day. Now, if you'll excuse us, Scarlett and I have some more of that erotica to get to. We might even write some too. After we've... blocked out the scene, you see.