#AtoZChallenge M

M2020

M is for Military

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


This is a time of peace. Other countries aren’t communicating with Zebulon or the other cities. Everyone is basically keeping to themselves and trying to survive. With the nuclear winter, satellites fell into disrepair and aren’t available anymore. So, there is no way to communicate across continents anymore. The communities are happy staying the way they are, and no one has pushed for there to be contact outside the existing cities in a long time.

As such, a ‘military’ isn’t necessary. There are local officers who are partially there to keep the peace, but mostly they really just help with an emergency such as a medical issue where someone needs to be transported.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt of Chapter 15 from Exploration: An Erotic Novel, available now! Since there isn’t a lot of military action, this excerpt is just for fun!

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


Chapter 15: The Meeting

I took a deep breath as I waited for the door to open. Nicole went into the bathroom and must have given Marchand instructions as well because the next thing I knew, Nicole was slipping out of the bathroom and behind the cameras. I realized that she had positioned them so that the cameras wouldn’t catch each other. One was focused on me, one was focused on the closed bathroom door, and I couldn’t see the third.

The door opened, and the man I had seen in pictures entered the room. He stepped confidently toward me.

“You must be Mara,” he said, and he smiled down at me.

“Hi,” I said, and my voice was light and breathy.

“I’m Marchand,” he said, and his name sounded even sexier on his lips.

He took my hand in his, and I thought he was going to shake it, but instead, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said.

He was so good at this. And here I was, practically mute. I licked my lips and swallowed, trying to get words to form. “T-thank you,” I finally got out, “it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I echoed his words.

“Would you like to sit down?” He didn’t wait for me to answer but started guiding me to one of the small couches in the room.

We sat down next to each other, and he slipped one arm around my shoulders. “Relax, Mara, I’m not going to hurt you.”

I smiled at him then. He was so easy going, so confident. “I didn’t think you would hurt me, Marchand,” I said almost at a whisper. I liked the way his name sounded from my lips, too. “You have such a beautiful name,” I blurted out.

He grinned, and I couldn’t help but be transfixed, looking at his full lips and perfect teeth. I wanted to know what those lips would feel like on mine. And…other places. “Thank you,” he said. “It was an old, old family name. Back when people had two names, it was a second name. Now it’s given to someone in my family every few generations.”

“I love it,” I said.

His fingers started playing with my braid, and he said, “Thank you,” again. Our eyes locked, and with his warm fingers playing with my hair, I felt a pull bringing us closer together. And then suddenly our lips met, and he was kissing me, his lips firm against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips.


How did she end up meeting Marchand?

What’s going to happen now?

Will he actually hurt her?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

 

#AtoZChallenge L

L2020

L is for Language

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


The language of Zebulon is English, but of course it has changed over the years. There are some words that are all but obsolete. Most animals can only be found in books. Cats are the only animals that have survived, and that was because they went down underground with the people. There were once a few dogs, but there weren’t enough to carry on the species. Other animals may exist outside the confines of the community, but no one sees them.

Otherwise, language is much as it once was. Although texting and pictures were once the primary mode of communication among young people, that technology didn’t exist for a long time, and has fallen out of favor. Living close together meant that it wasn’t necessary to communicate that way. In fact, children aren’t allowed personal devices until they turn 16, and then they are heavily restricted until they turn 18. At 18, the restrictions are lifted, but being glued to their technology isn’t the norm.

So, most of their communication happens face to face. Once a week meetings for each floor of their community buildings, and once a month meetings for each building are the norm. Four times a year, delegates from each building come together to discuss how things are going, and the host is rotated among buildings.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt of Chapter 19 from Exploration: An Erotic Novel, available now!

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


Chapter 19: Connection

I knew Marchand was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. I took a deep breath and tried to get my body to understand that this wasn’t going to be sexy time. The rush of feelings in the last 36 hours had been intense, and keeping my hands off of him was proving to be difficult.

“Can you call Nicole?”

“Yes,” he said, and he reached for his phone. I hadn’t even realized he had it in there. He hadn’t used it once in the time we were together. He fired off a text message and then wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You had better let me go, Marchand,” I said. My voice was choked.

He did, and I moved so that I was sitting next to him instead of on top of him. “So,” he said, “do you have any brothers or sisters?”

I blinked at him a few times. My brain was having trouble keeping up with the topic change. “No, my parents only had me.”

He nodded but didn’t volunteer any information.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I have an older brother and a younger sister.”

“Oh really?” I said, my interest piqued. “How old is your sister?”

“She’s a year 17.”

“So, she’s getting ready to do what I’m doing,” I said without thinking.

“Well,” he chuckled, “not exactly what you’re doing.”

I blushed hard. “That’s not— I meant—”

He laughed and brushed his fingertips along my jaw. “I’m just teasing you, Mara.”

My skin tingled where he touched me, and I was thinking about climbing back into his lap when his phone dinged. He reached for it, and I held my breath, waiting for what he was going to say.

“Nicole said to give her half an hour, and she’ll get cameras here.”

I blinked. Half an hour. That was so long. Way too long to sit in this bathtub. “We should get out of the tub,” I said.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He got out first and picked up a towel. I expected him to wrap it around himself, but instead, he motioned for me to get out. I did, and he wrapped me in the fluffy cloth. I shivered just a little, but before I knew it, he had wrapped his body around me. He kissed me lightly on the side of the neck, and my knees started to buckle. “Woah there,” he said, and he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He set me down gently on one of the couches and went back for the camera. When he had it set up, he sat down on the couch next to me but made sure he was far enough away that we weren’t touching.

“This is torture,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. We sat in silence for a minute, and then he said, “Let’s talk about something.”

“Such as?”

“Anything.”


Why do they need Nicole and the cameras?

What are they going to talk about?

And what will they do once the cameras arrive?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

 

#AtoZChallenge K

K2020

K is for Knowledge

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Knowledge is highly revered. All children go to school and live with their schoolmates, but they are encouraged to learn through play initially. Then from age 7-17, they are taught a little more formally, but they are allowed to progress at their own pace. There are certain milestones everyone must meet within the confines of communication (includes language), technology (includes math and science), home skills (includes cooking, sewing), and community (includes history, community building, relationship skills, and sexual knowledge).

From 18-22, young adults are moved to separate living quarters to live on their own and experiment with different types of relationships. During that time, they become apprentices at a career of their choice. They may use this time to try different jobs, too. This is when people who want a specialized career would advance their knowledge of technology, etc.

At 22, they choose their career and are moved into living quarters based on their preferred relationship type. Sexual knowledge is shared freely, particularly once they reach 18, and relationships are encouraged then.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read Chapter 3 from my novel Exploration about Mara gaining some intimate knowledge.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


I was impatient for James to finish his food, but he ate quickly, and I called the elevator to our floor. We lived on the 16th floor, so sometimes the elevator took a while to reach us. But not today. The door opened almost immediately, and we got in. My identification was clipped to my belt, and I pulled on the retractable cord to wave it past the reader. Then I hit the button labeled 20. And the doors closed, and the elevator moved.

“What happened when you tried last night?” James asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “I hit the button, but the doors never even closed.”

A gasp of excitement left my lips as the doors opened onto the 20th floor.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that the elevator doors opened into a room that looked exactly like the floor we had just left. I stepped out, ready to be incredulous, and then I turned to my left.

The room on our floor next to the kitchen was a dining room with space for the 12 people on our floor. But instead of a dining room, I was looking at three large beds pushed together.

“Wow,” I said. The adjoining common room looked similar to the one on our floor, but the couches were pretty much all facing the beds.

James stepped out after me and was running his hand along the soft sheets covering the bed. There was no comforter, just sheets and pillows. “I guess if you’re going to have sex in the middle of the common room, you don’t need to cover up,” James said with a smirk.

“James!” I said, shocked.

“What?” he asked. “You are the one who wanted to come up here.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. James was usually more reserved than that. In fact, even though he was my best male friend, I couldn’t remember him ever uttering the word sex.

When I didn’t respond, he shrugged and moved on. He didn’t walk through the room with the couches. He went for the hall beyond them. The first door was ajar. On our floor, the door would lead to his room.

I followed him, and what we found was nothing like his room. “Wow,” I said, taking in the space in front of me.

Similar to the main room we had just come from, this room had two large beds pushed together. There were couches surrounding the beds for much closer viewing than the main room offered. James sat down on the couch closest to the door. “Just imagine, Mara,” he said.

“What?”

“Sitting here and watching people have sex right in front of you.”

“I can’t imagine it,” I said, “I have no idea what it would look like.”

“Come on,” he said, and he stood up suddenly and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the room.

“Where are we going?” I asked. My stomach fluttered horribly, and I was very glad I hadn’t eaten.

Across the hall was another open door. He dragged me through the door, and we found a room very similar to our regular dorm rooms, but instead of a desk and small bed, there was a large bed. But there was also a television and a sofa.

He picked the remote up off the dresser where the TV was perched and clicked it on. The interface was the same as the interface on the TV in my room, but James’ deft fingers quickly navigated to a section of movies I had never seen before.

“Sit down,” he told me.

I blinked at him. Did he really want me to sit down next to him while we watched porn? Was that even what this was? I wasn’t entirely sure, but the word wasn’t foreign to me.

“Mara, sit. I won’t bite. I promise.”

I sat down next to him, making sure my thigh wasn’t touching his. But he was totally relaxed. He sat back as the black screen came to life in front of us.

On the screen, I recognized the room we had been in just minutes ago. A woman I didn’t know lay on the bed, completely nude. Her full breasts were tipped with large nipples, already hard with arousal. Her pussy was on full display and was shaved or waxed or something. It was perfectly clean of hair.

I was suddenly self-conscious about my own pubic hair. Could I remove it? Would I want to? Was this one of those things we would learn about this week? So many questions.

A man came into view of the camera, and he was also nude. I had never seen a penis outside of our computerized textbooks. The drawings I had seen didn’t do this one justice. It was huge. He stood confidently before the woman, erect. I was so transfixed on his cock that I didn’t notice that he held something in his hands. But it was hard to ignore when he pressed the object to her pussy, and she started to moan. Were those good moans? They seemed like good moans.

I tore my eyes away from the screen to look at James. He was focused on the screen, but he must have noticed my glance, because he said, “What do you think?”

I wet my lips with my tongue. “Of what?”

He nodded in the direction of the TV. “Of that.”

“I don’t know what to think,” I said.

“Do you have any idea what they’re doing?” he asked.

I shook my head, my eyes glued back to the screen, watching the man pushing the object in and out of her pussy. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“How?” I said, looking at him fully.

“You know I have an older brother,” he said.

“Yeah, but when would you have been able to talk about that?”

“He told me on my last visitation day. I went to his apartment, and he showed me all sorts of things.”

“Woah,” I said. I didn’t have any siblings, and I wasn’t about to ask my parents about sex. I was counting on the fact that all the other year 18s wouldn’t know anything either, but maybe I was wrong about that. Would I be the only one who didn’t know what that object was in the video? Shit.


Where are they?

Will she be the only one who doesn’t know?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

Exploration: An Erotic Novel

I am so excited to announce that Exploration: An Erotic Novel is now available! Featured in my 2020 A to Z Challenge!

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Until the end of April, get it for any price you name on Smashwords or for $0.99 on Nook or Kindle!

What would you do with the sudden opportunity to explore any facet of sexuality and BDSM with no judgment, prejudice, or dangerous consequences? In Mara’s community of Zebulon, that’s what she’s about to find out. With endless possibilities for exploration, she’s asked to work on a special assignment—an offer that will change the course of her life.

Please take this opportunity to get this book for such a low price and then rate and review! Thank you!

#AtoZChallenge J

J2020

J is for Judicial Systems

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Zebulon has a central justice system for the 25-building community. There are some people who are assigned to carry out justice and keep everything safe. However, it’s a very black and white situation. The laws aren’t created by a governing body, but each policy is voted on by the people. However, their overall constitution is about equality for all. No one is ever to be considered lesser than, and no vote can overrule that.

These laws have been around as far back as anyone can remember, but were obviously created once the communities were formed.

Otherwise, the laws are basic rules: Be safe, be kind, respect your community.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 8 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


“Hey,” I replied. Being alone was awkward now that we had that kiss between us. “So, what job did you get assigned to?” I asked.

“Police,” he said.

“Really?” I replied. Not his first choice. I wasn’t sure what to say. It had surprised me that he had put it down at all.

“Yeah,” he said.

“What are your instructions?”

“I meet my job mentor tomorrow morning. And I’m supposed to bring a bag with whatever I need to take for three weeks of training.”

Woah. I hadn’t ever heard of anyone going away for three weeks like that, but then again, I hadn’t known any police officers personally. “Three weeks?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “There was a bag to pack in my room when I got back from the meeting.”

“Wow.”

“What job did you get?”

“Huh?” I was so wrapped up in the thought of James, my best friend, being gone for three weeks, that I couldn’t even think of my own job assignment. “Uh, actress.”

“Really?” he said. “Theater?”

“No, actually.” I got up and handed him the letter from my desk. He sat down on the couch to read. I sat down next to him and curled my feet up to the side.

“Shit. What the hell is a ‘Special Assignment’?”

“I have no idea,” I said.

I watched him turn the paper over, read it again, all the things I had done before. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Have you told your parents yet?” he asked.

“Nope. I haven’t seen them, and I have no desire to go over and talk to them about it. They’ll just be disappointed all over again that I didn’t pick healer or childcare.”

“Are you disappointed with your choice?”

“I’ll tell you after tomorrow,” I said, but then a pang of regret hit me as I realized that I wouldn’t be telling him anything for three weeks.

We locked eyes, and I knew that he was thinking the same thing.

A few beats of silence passed between us. I hadn’t realized how close we were.

“Mara,” he took a deep breath, “about that kiss.”

“Yeah?” I said. I could feel my heart pound. Was he about to tell me that he regretted it?

“I’m sorry it got interrupted,” he said.

“Me, too.”

His hand wound its way into my hair, and he pulled my face close to his. “Kiss me again,” he said.

I bit my lower lip, and then I closed the gap between us. Our lips met, and this time we knew better what we were doing. My tongue explored his mouth this time, and I moved to straddle him again. I liked being in this position of power. I liked taking control of our kiss. My fingers wound into his short hair, and his hands moved up and down my back. When he moved underneath my shirt, I moaned into our kiss and pressed my pussy against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Mara,” he gasped, pulling back from me.

I just sat on top of him, panting.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

I blinked at him and nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James, yes, please.”

He nodded, and he kissed me, standing up and carrying me over to my small bed.

He lay me down gently on the bed and then climbed on top of me, his taller frame pressed down the length of mine. He kissed my lips again, and my hands pulled gently at his hair.

James broke the kiss and moved back, his hands finding their way under my shirt again, but this time in the front. I helped him get my shirt off, and my bra was revealed to him.

My bra was simple. Pale pink, no-frills. He kissed the top of my breasts protruding from the bra. I went to help him remove, but he pushed my hands aside and said, “Let me, please, Mara.”

I nodded, biting my lip. I wanted him to hurry up. I wanted to explore his body like he was exploring mine. I was not feeling very patient.

And then, another knock at the door.

For fuck’s sake.


Why is it awkward for them to be alone?

What is this “Special assignment”?

Who is at the door?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back Monday to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge I

I2020

I is for Interior Design

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Interior design is another form of expression for the over 22 crowd. From 18-22, residents live in pre-decorated dorms. They don’t have a lot of choice in décor, but once they are placed into a home with (or without) others, they have more choices. They can choose to paint their walls whatever color(s) they want. They can choose their linens, pillows, bed spreads, and couch and chair covers.

Otherwise, the places are uniform. The same sizes and styles of chairs and couches, the same beds, dressers, closets, kitchen appliances. With limited space for manufacturing, they don’t do a lot of variety in appliances or large items.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Today, I have a special treat! I took the time to make maps of my world using Visio. Today, I’m going to share with you the floor plan of the Exploration Floor.


Exploration Floor


What is on the Exploration Floor?

When will Mara explore it, and how?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge H

H2020

H is for History

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


The year is 2600. In the early 2000s, no one is exactly sure when, nuclear winter destroyed the climate and environment. A group of people were able to go underground and survive. Using the stockpiled canned food, they were able to sustain themselves until they were able to set up a community underground. They figured out how to grow plants underground and used a seed bank to gather enough food to sustain the community. During that dark time, records were hard to come by, so exact dates aren’t certain.

Frequent storms and cold weather keep people in their underground tunnels and reinforced buildings. Each building is made up of 20 floors, but about half of them are underground. Not that anyone would know since there are no windows anywhere. It was one of the safety precautions the builders used. Everything is made to be reinforced.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 2 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


The few hours before the Matchmaking Ceremony went fast. I don’t know what I filled the time with, but before I knew it, I was getting on my nice clothes and getting ready to go downstairs. I waited in our common area. Each floor had groups of couches we could hang out in. Later today, we would have a meeting there with everyone on our floor. But right now, the common area was mostly empty.

My room’s door opened practically into our lounge area, and I would walk through there to get to the kitchen or dining room. But I wasn’t hungry anyway.

“Hi, James,” I said when I saw the dark-haired boy sitting on the couch. No, not boy. Young man. Or, just man. Whatever. We were considered year 18s now, not kids. What a difference a day makes, or something.

“Hi, Mara,” he said. Usually, he smiled when he saw me, but he wasn’t smiling now.

“What’s wrong, James?” I asked.

“Do you know what you’re going to pick for your job options?” he asked.

I chuckled. “Um, not really. You?”

“I have no fucking clue.” The language might feel harsh to you, dear reader, but the most offensive curse words lost their impact decades ago. Now the young adults and teenagers like to say them because they’re funny old-timey words.

I sat down next to James and put my hand on his arm. “Worst case,” I said, “pick a job at random, and if you hate it, pick something else.”

He shrugged. “Not a bad idea. I just want to know,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

“I know, James, me too,” I replied. If there was one frustration I had with our community, it was that sometimes we had to wait to make choices.

I wanted to get on with my career and meet my partner NOW, but I couldn’t. I had to go through four years of training and exploration first. Ultimately, I got to make my choices, even though the Matchmakers guided my choice of partner. I could always walk away if I didn’t like the person. Or, more to the point, if we didn’t like each other.

In my city, Zebulon, the Matchmakers would decide who my best match, or matches, were, and we would live together. But there was no marriage like there was at the beginning of the 21st century, 600 years ago. At the end of each year, we were given the choice to stay together or end our relationship. If we ended our relationship, the Matchmakers would try again. But even our matches were chosen based on the information we provided. So ultimately, it was our choice, guided by the experts.

So, today we would give our top two career options, and tomorrow we would start training. I understood James’ concern about making a good choice. But all I could think of was that we now had access to all the exploration rooms. Who would I lose my virginity to? And what would I learn in the viewing rooms.


What is a Matchmaking ceremony?

Who will Mara lose her virginity to?

And what is in those exploration rooms?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge G

G2020

G is for Geography

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Zebulon is broken up into sections, and each one has a number. Zebulon is the main community and within it, there are about 20 residential buildings called Zebulon 1, Zebulon 2, etc. There are an additional 5 buildings that are full of resources: growing centers, childcare centers, manufacturing, food production, technology development, etc. The residential buildings are all based on essentially the same floor plan, so some of them can be repurposed when there are more children in the community.

Underground tunnels connect the buildings within Zebulon. Underground trains connect Zebulon to other communities. The closest community outside Zebulon is an hour trek on a high-speed train. The closest one is called Enfield, and there are others besides that throughout the continent. They only focus on their interconnected communities as the geography has made it impossible to traverse to other continents.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 27 from my novel Exploration. This one is actually just before the one posted yesterday!

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


I couldn’t believe Marchand wasn’t going to tell me where we were going. I wanted to know, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about not knowing. Would we go to his room? Was his room just like mine? Would he take me to a room on an Exploration floor? No, he wasn’t supposed to do that. Were we supposed to be doing this? No one had told us we couldn’t see each other, just that we couldn’t have sex with each other off-camera. So what the hell was this?

Marchand guided me out of the building and turned me to the left. When we got to the end of the building, I expected to turn left toward my building, but we kept going straight. Building 15 was looming in front of me. It was just a residential building. Was it his residential building?

He waved to the person at the desk when we entered, and I knew something was up. It was too late in the day for a regular shift at the desk.

We went to the elevator, and he pressed a button. Down and down and down we went. The doors opened up to an empty hallway, cement floors, dim lights. I looked at Marchand, but his face gave nothing away.

He took my hand and led me down hallway after hallway. I would never be able to get out of this place on my own if my life depended on it. And then finally the hallway ended in a door. He knocked on the door, but it wasn’t a regular knock. It had some kind of pattern to it. I wondered if a regular knock would have received the welcome we did.

A tall, red-haired man opened the door. “Welcome,” he said, and he stepped back to let us enter.

“Hey, Pete,” Marchand said.

“Hi, Marchand. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Mara.”

“Hi, Mara, welcome to The Underground.”


What is The Underground?

Who is Pete?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge F

F2020

F is for Food

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


The children are, of course, fed in their communities, but once they reach their teen years, they are required to prepare their own food. Starting at age 12, children are taught to cook under strict supervision. At 16, they are given their own communities and a mentor to help them learn to cook. By 18, the mentors have fazed out. Each floor in the building has its own shared kitchen, dining room, and living room, but each person has their own room. These floors are made up of 12 people ages 18-22.

At 22, choices will be made for living arrangements, where people may live with up to three other people. In that case, they will have their own kitchen, but those who choose to live alone have a shared kitchen for food preparation.

Since everything must be grown inside, fresh fruits and vegetables are provided on a rotating basis. So, strawberries are still available, for example, but not all year around. But, of course, there are some staples. Potatoes are always available. Sugar, flour, plant-based meat of various types are always available. Spices are always available, too, since they are dried. Vegetables masquerading as meat is common. They are grown on a rotating basis, but in large enough quantities that they can be available all the time. The food is delivered weekly to each kitchen.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 27 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


“No really, Marchand, what is this place?”

“It’s supposed to be like the dance and sex clubs before the nuclear winter.”

I nodded. Yes, that was what it looked like. Or, what I imagine those places looked like. “How did it form?”

“I don’t know, but no one talks about it. You have to know someone to get in.”

“Yeah, about that,” I said. “I just signed a document that says I won’t tell anyone about this place, but you told me.”

“Once you’ve been here a while, they let you bring friends.”

“Do you come here often?” I asked.

He shrugged, “When I can. I like it. It’s relaxing.”

“Do you dance?”

“Usually,” he said.

I had never danced before. Not in front of people. Music was sometimes a thing, but dancing really wasn’t.

A woman wearing lingerie and carrying a tray approached us. “What can I get you?” she asked.

I looked at Marchand, speechless.

He held up two fingers. “Punch,” he said.

“Sure thing,” she said and walked away.

“What was that?” I hissed.

“A waitress.”

“A what?”

“Waitress. A woman who brings us food and drinks.” I just blinked at him. I had never heard those words before. “Back before, there were restaurants where people made food to order. They would pay money and be given food from waiters and waitresses.”

“Who wants to do those jobs?”

He chuckled, “Apparently some people, since they’re here.”

The woman came back with two drinks. She set them down in front of them on the table and then asked if they wanted anything else. “Maybe in a bit,” Marchand replied. “I have a virgin here,” he winked at her.

“Ah yes,” she said with a smile.

Virgin! I was no virgin!


Wait, is Mara a virgin?

Why aren’t there wait staff?

Where the heck are they!?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge E

E2020

E is for Economy

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Money is a thing of the past for Zebulon. The community supports each other. Everyone works a job that’s suitable for them. Everyone works the same amount of hours and is allowed the same amount of recreation time. There has been a cultural shift that encourages people to work hard without extra compensation for it. Rewards are provided in time off from work or a party thrown in their honor, but there’s no financial compensation.

All amenities are available to all. Movies, games, activities, services are free for all. There are no restaurants, but there are places to get tattoos, jewelry, haircuts, etc. Food is rationed, but everyone has enough. Since food is grown and is synthetic, there isn’t anything super special that would require less or more money. Jewelry is similarly lab-created, so while there is a limit to how often someone may get more jewelry, there aren’t specific limits or precious stones anymore.

Housing and technology are standard across the community.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 11 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


“Hello,” a pleasant woman greeted me. “Is it your first day?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said automatically.

“Wonderful! Welcome to Zebulon 14.”

I couldn’t help but smile. She was so bubbly. “Thank you.”

“Do you need help finding your location?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “My letter says Zebulon 14, Floor 10, Room 10.”

“Great,” she said. “The layout is the same as in your building.”

“Thank you.”

I waved my card at the doorway and went to the elevator. The first floor looked different than my building, but as she indicated, the elevator was in the same location. In my building, we had our main meeting room, the gym, and some recreation items (game tables and such), but in this building, it was just a hallway leading right to the elevators with closed doors all down the hall. I wondered what was behind the doors, but I didn’t think asking would be wise.

The elevator whirred up to Floor 10, and the doors opened in front of me. It looked very much like the Exploration Floor. I hadn’t spent enough time there to know for sure, but there was a kitchen right outside the doors, just as in my building. I didn’t see anyone there, though, nor on the beds or couches in the central area. I moved past there and found the door marked 10.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened, and another woman greeted me with a smile. “Hello, you must be Mara.”

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m Nicole. I’m the filmmaker. Come on inside.” I followed her in, shutting the door. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the couches.

There were six small sofas and two large ones. I picked a small one to sit on, and Nicole pulled a chair up so she could sit right in front of me.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I’m sure you have tons of questions.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” I giggled nervously.

“I know, this has to be overwhelming, and you just becoming a year 18.”

I nodded. I focused on looking at her. Her incredibly beautiful, dark skin, her dark hair that had a full texture, her incredibly sharp eyes. She was looking at me like she could see inside my soul.

“Well, let’s start with this,” she said, “Let me introduce you to your personal stylists.”

“Personal stylist?”

“Yes. They are going to help you look and feel your best every step of the way.”

“Jean, Joanna, can you come in here?”

Jean? My pod-mate, Jean? It had to be. There were no two people in Zebulon who had the same name.


Is it that Jean? Why is she there?

Why does Mara need a personal stylist?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge D

D2020

D is for Death

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


There are retirement communities for those who need more help and can’t live independently anymore, but death happens in the regular communities as well. Bodies are cremated and taken out of the community, should that be the case. Each person may have their own religion or belief system, so there is no specific afterlife. Funerals are similarly individualized, but the community provides the means to carry out the deceased’s wishes. Everyone is required to set up a will and end of life plan at age 25.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. #SpoilerAlert There’s no death in this book, so please enjoy a random excerpt from Chapter 15 of Exploration!

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


The door opened, and the man I had seen in pictures entered the room. He stepped confidently toward me.

“You must be Mara,” he said, and he smiled down at me.

“Hi,” I said, and my voice was light and breathy.

“I’m Marchand,” he said, and his name sounded even sexier on his lips.

He took my hand in his, and I thought he was going to shake it, but instead, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said.

He was so good at this. And here I was, practically mute. I licked my lips and swallowed, trying to get words to form. “T-thank you,” I finally got out, “it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I echoed his words.

“Would you like to sit down?” He didn’t wait for me to answer but started guiding me to one of the small couches in the room.

We sat down next to each other, and he slipped one arm around my shoulders. “Relax, Mara, I’m not going to hurt you.”

I smiled at him then. He was so easy going, so confident. “I didn’t think you would hurt me, Marchand,” I said almost at a whisper. I liked the way his name sounded from my lips, too. “You have such a beautiful name,” I blurted out.

He grinned, and I couldn’t help but be transfixed, looking at his full lips and perfect teeth. I wanted to know what those lips would feel like on mine. And…other places. “Thank you,” he said. “It was an old, old family name. Back when people had two names, it was a second name. Now it’s given to someone in my family every few generations.”

“I love it,” I said.

His fingers started playing with my braid, and he said, “Thank you,” again. Our eyes locked, and with his warm fingers playing with my hair, I felt a pull bringing us closer together. And then suddenly our lips met, and he was kissing me, his lips firm against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips.

I couldn’t help but compare it to the kisses I had shared with James. James and I had fumbled a lot, bumping noses, uncertain, but comfortable. Marchand was not fumbling. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it very well. His tongue explored my mouth until I was gasping for breath. His hand stopped playing with my hair and cupped the back of my head, keeping our mouths pressed together. I had to breathe through my nose before I passed out. Was that what I was supposed to do? I didn’t know, but I had no choice.


What picture did she him in?

What do Marchand and Mara do next?

Will this be her first time?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back Monday to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge C

C2020

C is for Clothing

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Clothing is fairly uniform. Men and women can choose what types of clothes they would like to wear, but they mostly wear skirts, dresses, pants, and t-shirts. Since they never go outside, there’s no reason for outerwear, but sweaters and sweatshirts are available for those who tend to be colder. There are choices of colors, but to a limited degree.

The area where people can have personal expression is in jewelry and tattoos. Necklaces, earrings, and bracelets are popular. Piercings and tattoos are common. Many women have their nipples pierced, but nothing is forced on anyone. Every community has a tattoo parlor and piercing shop, and services are given for free. The best artists work there.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 1 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


Part 1: Meet Mara

Chapter 1: Mara’s Birthday

I stretched as I woke, my sore muscles protesting. I could feel my joints popping as my fingertips brushed against the wall at the head of my bed. I worked my tongue around my mouth. I was parched. Sitting up, I reached for the glass of water I left by my bed. I tried to remember why my alarm wasn’t going off. Usually, I didn’t wake up until the beep-beep-beep told me it was time. But there was no alarm. Was it a day off?

And then I remembered. It was my birthday.

Actually, it wasn’t really my birthday. But it was Matchmaking Day. For most people, it didn’t mean a whole lot, though there would be people moving residences today, and there would be a whole bunch of 22-year-olds who got their matches. But for me, just 18, it meant that I was considered a young adult now. My entire life was about to change. But, at least I didn’t have to move.

I swished the water around my mouth and slid my feet into the slide on shoes I liked to wear. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and was perfectly comfortable. I opened the door to the adjoining bathroom. I listened briefly to see if anyone else was in there, but I didn’t hear any noises.

The bathroom I shared with two other people only had one toilet, but it was in a stall, so it didn’t matter if I wandered in when someone else was in there. The shower was a similar setup, with a dressing area outside the shower for convenience. While I was in the bathroom stall, I heard someone else enter.

“Jean?” a voice called.

“No, it’s Mara.”

“Oh,” Carla replied. “Jean left her clothes in the washer. Again.”

I rolled my eyes, even though no one could see it, and then exited the stall. I glanced in the mirror as I washed my hands and saw that my ponytail had held up well to sleep. I smoothed back the flyaway auburn hair with my damp hands and then finished drying them on a towel on the wall.

“Do you need the washer, Carla?” I asked. “I can take Jean’s stuff out.”

“Oh, no, Mara, that’s okay. I’ll take care of it.”

I smiled as Jean banged through her door. Each of our rooms adjoined the bathroom suite through a different door.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jean said as she rushed over to the washer. It was a great machine that washed and dried our clothes, and Jean had a habit of forgetting to get her clothes out of it when they were done.

“Relax, Jean,” I said. “It’s fine.”

She looked at me. “Are you sure, Mara?” I watched her tiny frame as she dug out her clothes. She looked frazzled, her curly red hair a bit of a mess.

“Yes,” I replied.

She looked at Carla.

“It’s fine, Jean,” Carla said, and she smiled. Carla looked very well put together for someone who had just rolled out of bed. But then again, she always did. She must not have moved in her sleep, because her long blonde hair always looked perfect.

Jean, Carla, and I had been pod-mates since our 16th year. We didn’t all have the same birthdays, obviously, but we were broken up into groups by year. In fact, nine other people lived on our floor who were all in the same age group we were. Other than our vastly different hair, we all looked like we could be sisters. We had the same non-exciting brown eyes, perky breasts, and enough curves to be comfortable. Jean was just a head shorter than Carla and me.

Jean quickly took her clothes out and put them in her basket. Carla put her clothes into the machine. “Do you have anything to wash?” she asked me.

“I’m good for now,” I said.

“Are you sure?” Carla asked. “Do you have your nice clothes ready for tonight?”

“Yes, yes,” I said. “I washed mine the last time I wore them.” I stuck my tongue out at Carla, and she laughed. Carla and Jean were both last-minute type people. I liked to have everything organized and precisely in its place. I rarely was running out of laundry and freaking out about it. I certainly always washed my nice clothes every time I wore them.

On an average day, we all wore basically the same thing. We could choose between a skirt, pants, shorts, or a dress, and then we had t-shirts in the short and long-sleeved variety. There were different colors, but that was about it. We never ventured out into the wasteland outside our building, so we did not need jackets or boots, but of course, we had sweaters, sweatshirts, and socks in case we got chilly inside.

But today was not an average day. Today, we were having our Matchmaking ceremony. Today I would be wearing something with an embroidered pattern on it. It wasn’t something we got to wear every day as they took a lot of time to make. Everyone in our building would assemble in our first-floor meeting room, and new couples and groups would be announced. I wouldn’t be getting matched yet. I had a few years before I would find out who my match was going to be. But I had to make the most important decision of my life. I had to pick a career.

I wasn’t locked into it yet, but if I picked well the first time, I would be able to focus my four years of training on that instead of jumping from job to job. But, there was nothing wrong with that either. I also would be given the opportunity to experiment with people of my age.

Experiment with what, you ask?

Sex.

It was very likely that I would lose my virginity in the next 24-hours.


In 24 hours!? How in the world will that happen? And why?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge B

B2020

B is for Birth

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


There was a period of time where there weren’t any births. It was a scary time for Zebulon because they weren’t sure the human race would continue. So, when the first woman was able to carry a baby to full term, there was much rejoicing! Babies are precious to the community, and they embrace all children. Even children who are born with challenges are embraced.

The community raises children together, and some people are responsible for the children’s well being from nutrition to education, but the parents are always allowed to visit their children. The child centers are open for visitation, but children stay with other children so that they learn to socialize and live in groups as they will be expected to forever.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 5 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


I got in front of the microphone, and heard her ask, “Mara, what career would you like to choose?”

I found James’ face in the crowd and focused on him. I couldn’t pick what he had picked. I couldn’t. I was rubbish at food prep. But maybe sewing. I was handy with a needle and thread. We could mentor kids together, maybe. Or no, it didn’t really work that way. Shit.

“Uh,” I said. Lori seemed a bit impatient.

“Mara,” she prompted, her tone a warning.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I would like to be an actress,” I said.

I didn’t even know where that answer came from. I liked watching TV. I liked the old stuff and the new stuff. But I had never joined in much when the other teens did theater. They were all groomed for theater, and here I was, with no clue what I was doing, saying that I wanted to go into theater.

“Okay, Mara,” Lori said. “And your second choice?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I saw James’ face, and he was looking at me. I wondered for the briefest of moments if I should pick a police officer like James had, but instead, I said Emergency Services.” That was pretty close to being a police officer, but it was more focused on transportation.

“Thank you, Mara,” Lori said, and I knew that I was dismissed to go back to my seat.

When I got there, James put his hand on my knee. I was shaking. “Acting and Emergency Services?” he whispered.

I nodded.

“I had no idea you were interested in either of those things.”

“Me neither,” I whispered back.

He squeezed my knee lightly and then placed his hand back on his own lap.

The rest of the ceremony seemed to drag on forever. I had seen the people that were matched up before, but none of them were my friends or family. None of it made an impression. All I could think was how I had made a fool of myself by not being ready to answer the questions on stage. I knew what the questions were going to be. Of course I knew.

But why did they have to ask me in front of everyone anyway? Why couldn’t we just write it down on paper, and they could just tell us at the ceremony? But I knew why. Part of their evaluation was your presentation. If you were comfortable declaring your choice in front of your community, you had a better chance of being successful than if you declared your intention on paper. It was the same reason they matched people in front of the community. You were less likely to break apart your relationship if you knew the whole community was watching you.

Finally, we were released. My parents found me quickly at the end.

“Mara!” my mother said.

“Hi, Mom,” I said.

“I’ll see you upstairs,” James said, and he slipped off. I wanted to grab his hand and pull him back, but I didn’t.

She questioned my career choices, too, but my dad didn’t say anything at least.

“I don’t know why I said it, Mom, I just did.” I was frustrated, but more at myself than at her, and I was trying not to take it out on her. I knew from my community lessons that I needed to direct my anger appropriately. “Mom,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I can’t take it back now, so can we please drop it?”

She sighed and said, “Yes, of course, Mara.” She put her arm around my shoulders. “I am sure you will be brilliant at whatever the Matchmakers choose for you.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I said.

“Are you coming for dinner tonight?” she asked.

I nodded. It was generally expected that families ate together on Matchmaking Day.

“Pretty soon, we’ll be coming to your place for dinner on Matchmaking Day,” she said with a grin.

“Mom,” I said, exasperated, “I have four more years before I get Matched.”

“It will fly by, just watch,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, but I knew she was right. It felt like just yesterday I was getting my year 16 room assignment, and here I was picking my career two whole years later. “Let’s go, Mom,” I said.


Who is James?

What is this ceremony?

Why doesn’t Mara live with her parents?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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#AtoZChallenge A

A2020

A is for Architecture

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


Interconnected high rises adorn the landscape in Zebulon. There are buildings where they have created gardens fed by synthetic light to grow the plants they need. Meat is all but gone, but plant-based protein and vitamins have come so far that no one alive even remembers the last time they ate meat. Although the air is breathable, it’s bitterly cold, so no one goes outside except scientists. Each building is connected via underground tunnels, but most people only go to different buildings so they can go to work. Food is prepared by each family group in their kitchens and there is a central storage place where food is delivered out. After years of dissonance between people, total equality has finally been established. No one has more than anyone else. All living quarters are assigned based on familial need.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 46 from my novel Exploration.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


Brandon ran the bathwater, and I noticed when I touched it, that it was not as warm as last time. It was sweet of him. When we were both in and settled, he helped me wash my body and hair, making sure to be super gentle with me. He was right about the warm water. My ass cheeks were itchy from the beating. Part of me was hoping to play in the bath, but he was a perfect gentleman. And honestly, I probably would have regretted it later. I was already sore. When we got out and were dried off, he made me bend over so he could look at my ass.

“I do see some bruises forming,” he said. He was getting dressed. “I’ll be right back,” he said as soon as he had on pants.

When he came back, he had a cup of ice in his hand. “Bend over,” he instructed, and I gripped my ankles again. I probably didn’t need to bend so far over, but he didn’t tell me otherwise. He took out an ice cube and rubbed it against my ass. I jumped at first, but it felt good. When he was done icing my ass down, the cube he had was almost completely melted. He pressed it into my ass hole. I squealed.

“I can put a whole one in,” he offered.

“Why would you do that?” I asked in shock.

“Fun?” he said.

It didn’t sound like a whole lot of fun to me, but I was learning to keep my mouth shut. “If you want to, Sir.”

“Maybe another time,” he said, and he put the cup of ice down. “Come here.”

I stood up, and he pulled me into his arms. “I had a good time today.”

“Me too,” I said.

We kissed, and when he pulled away from me, I was suddenly freezing. “You should get dressed,” he said. I watched him put on a shirt and then go for his shoes.

I started the process of getting dressed. To his credit, he didn’t leave until I did. We parted ways, and a camera operator followed me. It seemed unfair that Brandon didn’t get followed, too, but I guess the whole thing was about me, so, whatever.

I went to my kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge for something to eat. It was well stocked by a regular delivery, but I just didn’t want anything that was available to me. I made a bowl of cereal and then went back to my room.

In my room, it was lonely. Yeah, the camera operator was there, and it seemed there would always be someone with me now, but I couldn’t talk to him, nor would I want to. Could I talk to someone else? Maybe Jean.

I went around to her room and knocked on the door. She opened it and was happy to see me. Then she saw the camera.

She hugged me, and then whispered, “Does he follow you around everywhere?”

I shrugged. “Pretty much.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Not much. I just got back from filming. I thought I would come and say hi.”

“Of course, come in!” She stood back and let us both into her room. It was exactly like mine; we had all the same furniture. We sat down on the small couch. “How is filming going? I feel like I see you all the time, but we never get to talk.”

“I know, it’s crazy. It’s going well, though.”

“Do you like it?”

“More than I thought I would.”

“I don’t think I could ever do it,” she said.

“I know,” I replied, “I wasn’t so sure at first, either, but I don’t even notice the cameras much anymore.” I detected the hint of a smile on the operator’s face.

“But what about the guys? What happened to the first one?”

Oh boy. I went to Jean because she knew what my job was. It hadn’t occurred to me that she wouldn’t have all the details and would want them. Was I supposed to tell her? I didn’t know, but it was probably too late to back out of this conversation now.


Who is Brandon?

Why is the she being followed by a camera?

Who’s Jean? How long have they been friends?

What toys did they play with?

Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!

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Short Story 2 #amwriting

If you missed it, while I’m stuck at home for days on end, I’m asking for suggestions for short story topics. Give me fetishes, kinks, specific groupings or events that you want to see featured in a short story, and I’ll do my best!

From Anonymous Hal: “Try something with a sexy army guy then.”


When my boyfriend left for basic training, I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle not being able to see him for weeks on end. But we managed. I wrote him letters and saved them for when he got home. Little did I know there was no way he was going to read them the first night he got back. He had other plans.

I was waiting for him when Drake stepped off the bus that brought him home. I rushed into his arms, but it was short lived. His parents whisked him away so they could spend time with him. Just before he got in their car, he whispered in my ear, “Tonight. I’ll pick you up at 9.”

“Can’t wait,” I said.

“Be ready for the time of your life,” he said with a wink.

And then he was gone.

I went home, frustrated and alone.

But now it’s almost 9, and I am so excited. I can’t believe the weeks have passed, and now the hours, and in just a few minutes, Drake will be at my door. Both of us being 19, we live at home, so spending time together at home is never an easy prospect. I don’t know where he’s taking me or what he has in mind, but I’m excited, nonetheless.

The doorbell rings, and I jump up to get it. My dad sits in front of the television and grunts as I run for the door. My mom is in the kitchen.

“Hi,” I say, rushing into Drake’s arms.

He’s wearing his Army uniform and it’s fucking sexy. “Hey,” he says.

“Let’s go,” I say, not wanting to be waylaid any further.

“When do you need to be home?” he asks.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “Let’s just get out of here.”

He shrugs, and we go.  He surprises me by taking me to a hotel on the other side of town. We check in, and he takes me up to a room. “I didn’t even know you can get rooms at our age,” I say.

“You can’t,” he says, “but I had help.”

I raise one eyebrow at him, but I don’t care. He carries a suitcase down the hall, and I wonder what he’s packed in it. It doesn’t take me long to find out.

“I have had someone tell me when I can eat, sleep, sit, stand, and everything else for the last three weeks. Right now, more than anything else, I need to tell you what to do.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say with a grin. He knows I love being told what to do, so that works well for me. It was something we had played with a little before he left, but I’m always happy to play more.

“Good girl,” he says.

I kneel down in front of him in the closed hotel room.

“Take off your clothes.”

I do, without hesitation, tossing them to the side.

He takes a moment to look at me standing in front of him. “You are a sight for sore eyes, love,” he says.

“I’ve missed you, too, Sir,” I tease. He stays in his uniform, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. I almost don’t want him to get undressed, except I really want to get to his cock.

“Get up on the bed on your hands and knees.”

I do, and I wait, watching his every move over my shoulder. He sets the suitcase on a bench and opens it. I can’t see what he’s getting out, but he turns back to me with a blindfold in hand. He slides it over my eyes, and then I can’t see anything anyway. I try to listen for his movements, but I don’t really hear anything I can discern.

The first thing I feel is the rush of air just before the paddle hits me. My whole body rocks forward, but I immediately rock back, so I’m back in the position he told me to be in by the time he hits me again. I moan loudly, lowering my face to the bed.

“Thank you, Sir,” I groan.

He paddles my ass again and again. I love it. The sting, the thud, the soreness that follows. My bare pussy is getting wet already. I want him so badly. I want to see him in his uniform paddling my ass. But he doesn’t take the blindfold off. Instead, he stops paddling me. I whimper in disappointment when he stops. But I don’t have long to be disappointed. This time, he has a flogger. The sting is very different than the paddle, and there isn’t as much of a thud behind it, but I love it.

I keep my face lowered to the bed, but my ass up in the air. I try to count how many times he hits me, but I can’t. I get too distracted.

“Flip over,” he tells me, and I do, spreading my legs for him. His finger runs up my slit. “A little wet.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say automatically.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

I do, and I wait, knowing instinctively what’s coming.

The flogger comes down across my breasts first. It stings so much, but it feels incredible. My nipples ached with a need to be hurt while he was gone. Nothing I could do to myself would satisfy me. This is what I need. The flogger comes down again and again, and I imagine how pink my skin must be getting. Then he moves to my pussy. I jump with every strike, but I keep my legs spread for him, my pussy presented.

My clit is protected by its little hood, but as I get more and more turned on, I can feel the sting even more as it swells and protrudes. I want to tell Drake to stop, but I don’t. More than anything, I want him to be able to let loose and do everything his heart desires.

When he does stop, it’s to take off my blindfold. “I want you to see the hit coming,” he says.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I resist the urge to close my eyes, which is what I really want to do.

He brings his hand back, and all I can see is the uniform. So fucking sexy. And then the flogger connects, and my attention is drawn to the many rubber thongs on the end of the stick. He hits my pussy over and over, and I can feel an orgasm building, but then he moves up my body, striking my stomach lightly, and then harder across my breasts. It takes all of my willpower not to turn my face away when he brings the flogger down. He wants me to watch, and I want to watch, but it’s hard to ignore that instinct. He has never hit my face, and I know he won’t, but it’s still an automatic instinct.

When he’s decided he’s done, he sets the flogger aside. My hands are still up above my head, waiting patiently for him. Or, maybe not so patiently. I want to feel his cock inside me more than anything, and I’m sure he wants the same. But I will wait.

And he makes me wait.

He takes his uniform off piece by piece, carefully folding each one and setting it up on the dresser. So respectful. And I just want him to toss his clothes aside like I did. But no, he wouldn’t do that with his uniform.

I’m squirming on the bed by the time he’s done. And then he’s standing in front of me, naked and beautiful, his hard cock protruding straight out from his body.

“I can’t decide,” he says looking me up and down, “which hole I want to use first.”

I want him to use them all. Again and again until I beg for mercy. But I’m sure he won’t last through all of them, not the first time. But I’m keeping him in this room as long as I can. I don’t have to say anything. He’s not looking for my input.

“Get over here and suck my cock,” he says.

I roll over and crawl toward him. I dip my head down so I can take his cock in my mouth, and the guttural groan when he hits the back of my throat reverberates through my entire body. It’s like electricity, and all I want is for him to make that sound again. I deep throat him a few more times before he pushes me off.

“I need your pussy,” he says.

“Yes, Sir, please,” I say, and I twist my body so I can be on my back again.

“Not like that,” he says. “I want you on your hands and knees this time.”

“Yes, Sir,” I turn as he asked and present my sore ass to him.

His fingers trace the pink marks he left there. “Beautiful,” he says, and then he presses his hard cock into my pussy.

I groan into the bed as he sinks home, and the moan that comes from his lips is just as sweet. He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until he’s pounding into me. “Oh yes,” I groan, “fuck me hard, Sir. I need your cock so badly. Thank you, Sir, thank you!”

I know he likes it when I say those things to him, and I know he’s already worked up. It doesn’t take long. He starts to spank my ass between thrusts, and it spurs me on to push back against him. I want to feel the rush of cum. I want to feel his body tense. I want all of it.

And I get my wish.

His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts the last few times. I glance over my shoulder to watch his face as he throws his head back and groans loudly. “Oh yeah, baby. So fucking good.”

When he pulls out of my pussy, I turn back to him so I can take his cock into my mouth again. Now he tastes like me, and I don’t love it, but I love the way he reacts to it. I gently lick his cock, cleaning off my own juices and the dribbles of cum that are still beading on the tip of his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he groans as I do. “Don’t clean up,” he says. “I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Short Story 1 #amwriting

Anonymous Hal asked me to write “Real life kink… Threesome with your husband and best guy friend.” I picked a more recent real life experience to write about, highlighting the curiosity of a new experience. I’ve had curiosity on my mind a lot lately, with the Erotic Journal Challenge prompt of Curiosity for March. So, enjoy this little story, and feel free to make more suggestions for topics for me to write some fiction about!


I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees, sticking my round ass in the air. Lucas climbs on next to me, mimicking my stance. I can hear Nick moving behind me, and I chance a glance in his direction. He has a hand-carved cane in his hand. Not one that helps someone walk, but one that’s designed for one purpose, and one purpose only: to deliver pain. Okay, maybe it has more uses than just that, but that’s what we use it for.

Nick swings it lightly into his other hand, getting his grip right, testing the weight of it. He moves around behind us, getting into position so he can cane us both. The room is too small, but he settles into position behind me.

I know I’m going to be first. Lucas has never been hit with a cane before, and although he enjoys pain, it’s still new. He’s always eager to experience new things, and his curiosity led him to immediately say yes when I asked if he would get caned side by side with me, just for fun.

The first swing takes me by surprise, and I rock forward. I wrap one arm around Lucas’ so that we can hold hands. I’m so cold, and he is so warm. It feels good to have his fingers entwined with mine. Reassuring as Nick swings the cane over and over again. I know he’s going light on me. Just weeks ago, he went hard enough to turn my ass into beautiful shades of purple. But tonight, he’s just having a good time.

I try to keep my stance with my ass in the air, but it’s difficult. Almost immediately, I’m wondering why I asked for this. The thought makes me smirk. And even as my brain wonders what the hell I was thinking, my pussy is so wet. I’m sure I’ll be dripping on the bed soon.

And then my turn is over, and it’s Lucas’. I hold his hand tightly, moving back into position. I love to hear the sounds he makes as Nick gets started. Almost immediately, Lucas says he can go harder. I love to hear the swing of the cane, knowing it isn’t hitting me. Not this time. And as Nick goes on, Lucas makes adorably sexy noises. Little grunts and moans. Our hands are still interlocked, and he looks at me and gives me a quick kiss. His lips are so soft, and his close-cropped beard scratches against my face as we kiss. I want more.

But then it’s my turn again. Nick swings harder this round, and I whimper and unconsciously try to pull away. I don’t go far, though, and Lucas holds my hand the whole time. We go through two more rounds of this, and then I get one final set.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch Nick put the cane away. Lucas and I crawl forward onto the bed, and collapse onto our backs, our bodies pressed right up next to each other. Nick cuddles into me on my other side. My ass is so sore, but I love it.

Nick’s fingers trail down my body until they find the spot between my legs where I’m dripping wet and aching with need. His fingers play with my clit, and I have to try hard not to squirm out of his grasp. Lucas’ fingers slide along my thigh and between my folds so that he’s fucking me with them while Nick plays with my clit. The combination is intoxicating, and when they each start to play with one of my nipples, too, I think I’m going to lose my mind. My whole body is trembling, and then I feel my orgasm building. I grip the sheets with my hands, my toes curl, every muscle tenses as the waves of orgasm wash over me. I lay quivering in their arms, my pussy pulsing around Lucas’s fingers.

“Do you want to see my ass?” Lucas asks.

“Yes!” I nearly shout. My pussy spasms again in desire to see Nick’s handiwork.

Lucas rolls onto his side and my fingers trace over the bruises that are already forming. It’s a beautiful shade of purple.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Not much,” he says. He rolls back onto his back, and I am so close to his cock. I position myself so I can suck him. I’m still so wet with need, and he’s so hard. I can’t wait to feel him fill my mouth with his cum. On my hands and knees, my ass is in the air again, Nick comes up behind me. He positions himself so that he can fuck me from behind while I suck Lucas’ cock.

I shudder as Nick’s cock presses deeply inside me, and I take Lucas as deep as I can. He presses against the back of my throat, and I try hard not to gag. It feels so good, though. I flick my tongue across the head of his cock, tasting the bit of precum there. I press him down into the back of my throat again and again, sucking, licking, tasting. When I get so overwhelmed with Nick fucking me, I take my mouth off Lucas for a moment, using my hand to stroke him while I moan and bite into Lucas’ hip. I have to be careful not to bite where I bruised him a few days ago. He rewards me with one of his little moans when I bite him.

I have Lucas pressed into the back of my throat when I feel Nick’s fingers grip my hips as he pounds into me. I know that he’s about to fill me with his cum, and I hope that Lucas is nearing his orgasm, too. I’m greedy. I want them both to fill me up with their hot cum. Nick grunts as he cums inside me, and I focus my efforts on getting Lucas off, too. He’s not far behind. I can hear him moaning lightly, and then the rush of warm liquid hits my tongue and fills my mouth. I wait to swallow until he’s done and has started softening in my mouth.

Sated and tired, we all collapse into a pile of arms and legs, holding each other and cuddling the rest of the night.

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Behind #1,000,000words

I am so, so far behind on my words. 1,000,000 words always seemed like a lofty goal, but if you go by January’s count, I was rocking it! I ended the month over 7,0000 words ahead!

But at the end of February, I was 26,000 words behind. And I haven’t written anything since last week. Sigh.

Some of it has been unavoidable. Illness. Life. Ugh.

But some of it has been focus. Dedication. Drive. I need to get my motivation back.

So, today is the day I turn it around. I’m going to catch up before things get stupid crazy in my life in just a few short weeks. I’m going to rededicate myself to making the time to get words in. Even if I just don’t fall further behind, I can be okay with that.

Feel free to poke me, keep me honest, check in with me. You can always reach me at jrvincente@gmail.

Thanks loyal readers. ❤

Writing Update! #1000000Words

In January, I wrote a total of 91,816 fiction words plus 1284 blog words. My goal is to write 1,000,000 words in 2020, but if they can all be fiction words, that would be great.

Highest word count day in January: 13,194
Average words per day: 2962

I am currently ahead of the game! I don’t think it will last, so I’ll be excited about it while I can. I have built a new world I’ll be debuting in April with the A to Z Blog Challenge and I am firmly in Book 2. Very exciting stuff!

If you’re interested in more stats and pretty graphs, here you go!

2-2-20 Tracking

Look at that little February blip there from yesterday! Woo!

Writing Update! #1000000Words

We are 18 days into the new year. My goal for words is 49,193 words. My current count is 45,963. So, not too far off! I was super proud of myself that I stayed above my goal for a solid two weeks! On the 16th, I finally slipped below. Ah well. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. But I’ve spent a lot of time with friends and family, gaming and socializing. That’s important, too. So, I’ll just have to learn to live with being behind. And, I’ll work on catching up!

So far today, I’ve written 1710 words, and I am sitting on my grandfather’s old recliner (seriously, this thing is far older than I am), with my brand new electric blanket, snow falling. It’s a nostalgic place to write from, and hopefully it will prove to be productive, too. Write on!Snow covered tree

Current Project Update

Hello faithful readers!

In August, I had set a goal to finish editing Y is for Yes from July. Unfortunately, I #failed at that goal, but I haven’t given up on it! With renewed interest, I am working on editing that, and hope to have it out before NaNoWriMo next month.

I also would like to update the cover of my second novel, Runaway. The cover image in my head just didn’t stand up to reality.

AND I would like to edit and re-release my first novel (written in 2013), Slave. I’ve learned so much since I wrote it, and I would really like to see it through to a better novel.

That’s a tall order with just ~3 weeks left in the month. But, as my friend over at Uniquely Maladjusted But Fun said, “If anyone else said they wanted to do that, I’d think they were crazy, but you might actually do it.”

And what’s the worst that happens? I don’t reach my goal, but I move steadily toward it.

So here’s to accomplishing goals and never giving up!