I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who will notice, but there was some weirdness when I published my last short story "Good Morning"
As a result for a very short time there was two versions of it available on the Kindle store. It's fixed now, but the author page and listings will take a day to be corrected. I'm very sorry for any confusion or difficulties this might cause.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Hump Day Freebie
This coming Wednesday I'll be trying out Kindle's KDP program and putting up my short story "Waiting" for free, for one day only.
If you haven't checked out any of my stories, this would be a good chance :)
http://www.amazon.com/Waiting-ebook/dp/B00ENOV7FQ
I hope you take advantage, and I hope you enjoy it.
If you haven't checked out any of my stories, this would be a good chance :)
http://www.amazon.com/Waiting-ebook/dp/B00ENOV7FQ
I hope you take advantage, and I hope you enjoy it.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Now Live
Well, this blog is now live on my Author page over on Amazon, which makes me nervous as hell. Hello Amazon folks!
You can also now find that page at amazon.com/author/liriel
I'll do my best to post excerpts, updates, all that sort of thing. To begin with, if you would like to be notified when there's something new, use the subscribe field over on the right.
You can also now find that page at amazon.com/author/liriel
I'll do my best to post excerpts, updates, all that sort of thing. To begin with, if you would like to be notified when there's something new, use the subscribe field over on the right.
Well that's surprising
Well. I decided to dip my toe in the world of E-publishing and to my everlasting surprise, it's going quite well. Not enough to quit a day job or anything mind, but enough so that it seems like I should make every effort to make a serious go of it.
I've published a grand total of 10 e-books, and now realize I've rather neglected this blog in the process. If you want to check out what I've got out there, take a look here.
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EO5HAE6
I am meaning to post links in the book section of this blog, and to link from my author page back to this blog, and all that sort of thing but frankly I'm just enjoying writing and having someone read what I produce so much that I just never want to stop and do the book-keeping, I want to keep writing.
But, in any case I'm still trying to resolve all these different streams of information into some semblance of a cohesive whole.
So, it seems like I should give you some information about what's upcoming, since it seems like that would be the sort of thing you would find interesting if you happen to have found your way here.
In keeping with that idea, here's an excerpt from a coming story about a man who let's his desire get the better of his common sense, and ends up in way over his head.
I couldn’t believe it.
Even with her head bobbing in my lap, the fucking amazing feeling of her hungry lips sliding up and down my shaft, the soft weight of her breasts resting on my thighs, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was actually reality. It all seemed somehow surreal, even with the intense sensations of skin on mine. I leaned back and groaned, running my hands through my hair and letting my eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the tactile feeling of her wondrously smooth skin sliding over mine. I let each detail trickle through my mind, weighing it, analysing it, confirming it’s existence before moving on to the next.
I could feel the barest hint of her teeth as she moaned around me, her hand tugging my shaft down firmly, letting her tongue roll around the head of my cock before sliding it back into her hot wet mouth. I could feel her hair brushing back and forth, a wispy tickling that distracted and tantalized until her hands reached to tie it up, never stopping her deliciously sensuous motion. I could feel the pale white skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my legs, the way they subtly shifted back and forth, the way her rock hard nipples stood out like points of glowing heat surrounded by the almost comparably chilled flesh of her breasts. I could feel her hands, always in motion, first stroking me, then tugging at her upturned teats to elicit a soft moan that sent wonderful vibrations up through my shaft, then disappearing to rub at her hidden wetness with a faintly needy rhythm.
Laying there with my head back, eyes closed, it felt like a dream. A wonderful erotic dream that I never wanted to wake up from. But it wasn’t. It was real.
I opened my eyes and let them focus on the ceiling, centering myself and breathing calmly before looking down at her, at the sheen of her soft brown hair piled in a disorganized bun on top of her head, so very out of character for her. The calming breath did little to help though, the sight of my reality was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I didn’t want to finish, not yet, not ever, not if it meant this amazing moment was going to end.
I shifted back in my chair, cupping her jaw and gently pushing her back, shivering as I heard a plaintive tone coming from her mouth, objecting to my removal of her rigid pacifier. She looked up at me smiling, and I smiled back with a dazed ,goofy grin, still trying to resolve what was happening with my months of experience with what should be happening. Her smile didn’t show any of that confusion though, none of the gently mocking humour I was used to, none of the sparkling wit or disapproval at my advances. Her smile just showed lust, a base animal need that shone through as she bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her fingers gently tugging at her nipples as her eyes narrowed with a distracted wistful look. A moan rose from her throat as she rose from her knees, straddling me even as my mouth worked to attempt a protest. There were no words spoken though, I couldn’t seem to form any in my addled mind, and she didn’t need any to make her intent clear. She sat with a delicate grace, one hand guiding me in as the other pulled my head to hers, our mouths open, panting, gasping, our tongue battling each other in a war for pointless dominance as I slid inside.
She was so wet. That was the only thought that managed to percolate up to the surface. And so tight. A wet velvet grip that clamped down on me as her nails dug into the back of my neck. She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, a low, rising, shuddering keening filling my ears as she rose and fell, so slowly the first time. Then again, faster, and faster. Her pace accelerated as her pitch rose, a convulsive shuddering rippling through her body as my hips started to rise against my will, my legs pushing, thrusting, rising up off the chair until I was nearly supporting her weight, my back arching as the fabric seat struggled to support us, then gave out with a crash.
We didn’t even noticed. She just rode me to the floor as we panted and moaned and thrust. She ground her pelvis into mine, my cock buried inside her, straining as my hips bucked, trying to push deeper, and deeper still only to realize there was no more length to bury. My hands gripped her waist, seeking leverage, cupping her flaring hips as I felt her thighs tense and stretch, the play of her muscles beneath her skin a wonder to feel and behold.
My eyes were wired open, taking in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing above me, seeing the interplay of her flesh rippling back and forth, then clapping softly as they made gentle circles in time to our straining thrusts. My neck reached out, searching for those soft orbs, those firm red targets that capped them, and she reached down to help me, pulling my head towards her tits, helping me suck one, then the other of those perfect strawberry nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I started to lose control, my face buried in the soft mass of her breasts, sweat dripping down her cleavage as we strained. I felt her belly clench, her muscles lock, her pussy clamp down around my cock as a high pitched wail was forced from her throat. She came, shivering, shuddering atop my straining, exhausted body, her spare hand coming up to maul and tug at her free breast convulsively, compulsively. She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest, still wailing, still bent and stretched like a bow as her muscles pulled tighter and tighter, spasming in brilliant orgasm. I thrust again, once more, a third time, and exploded. My lungs locked and I came, my whole body arched up off the floor as I crushed her into me, pulling her pelvis down into mine with all the strength I had, spurting deep inside her, feeling like my soul was exploding out of my cock.
I collapsed, enervated, drained, exhausted. Deep rattling breaths billowing in and out, feeling them echoed by the girl above me. I pulled the bun from her hair and let it cascade down over my face, taking in the sweet scent of it, drifting in an afterglow I never new possible. I held her against me and revelled in the softness of her, the warm and supple grace of her naked form draped over mine and wondered how it was possible. How could it be real?
She moaned, or maybe purred, a low contented rumbling that I felt in my chest even as I heard it, and said the first words that had been spoken in nearly a half hour.
“Mmmmm… Why the hell have we never done that before?” Candace ran a hand through my hair, smiling down at me in a post coital bliss, even as her words roused me to an uncomfortable awareness of what I had done, and tried to smile through the conflicted feelings that suddenly rose within me.
“I don’t know.” I managed to get the words out, but I knew they were lies. I knew all to well why we had never fallen into bed before. And I knew all too well why she suddenly had the urge to make our relationship physical.
I closed my eyes again, and let my head fall to hit the floor with a soft thump. This time wishing it Was all dream, instead of the other way around. She curled up against me, settling in there on the floor of my dorm room, and I thought back on how we got there, how the world had stopped making sense.
I've published a grand total of 10 e-books, and now realize I've rather neglected this blog in the process. If you want to check out what I've got out there, take a look here.
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EO5HAE6
I am meaning to post links in the book section of this blog, and to link from my author page back to this blog, and all that sort of thing but frankly I'm just enjoying writing and having someone read what I produce so much that I just never want to stop and do the book-keeping, I want to keep writing.
But, in any case I'm still trying to resolve all these different streams of information into some semblance of a cohesive whole.
So, it seems like I should give you some information about what's upcoming, since it seems like that would be the sort of thing you would find interesting if you happen to have found your way here.
In keeping with that idea, here's an excerpt from a coming story about a man who let's his desire get the better of his common sense, and ends up in way over his head.
I couldn’t believe it.
Even with her head bobbing in my lap, the fucking amazing feeling of her hungry lips sliding up and down my shaft, the soft weight of her breasts resting on my thighs, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was actually reality. It all seemed somehow surreal, even with the intense sensations of skin on mine. I leaned back and groaned, running my hands through my hair and letting my eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the tactile feeling of her wondrously smooth skin sliding over mine. I let each detail trickle through my mind, weighing it, analysing it, confirming it’s existence before moving on to the next.
I could feel the barest hint of her teeth as she moaned around me, her hand tugging my shaft down firmly, letting her tongue roll around the head of my cock before sliding it back into her hot wet mouth. I could feel her hair brushing back and forth, a wispy tickling that distracted and tantalized until her hands reached to tie it up, never stopping her deliciously sensuous motion. I could feel the pale white skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my legs, the way they subtly shifted back and forth, the way her rock hard nipples stood out like points of glowing heat surrounded by the almost comparably chilled flesh of her breasts. I could feel her hands, always in motion, first stroking me, then tugging at her upturned teats to elicit a soft moan that sent wonderful vibrations up through my shaft, then disappearing to rub at her hidden wetness with a faintly needy rhythm.
Laying there with my head back, eyes closed, it felt like a dream. A wonderful erotic dream that I never wanted to wake up from. But it wasn’t. It was real.
I opened my eyes and let them focus on the ceiling, centering myself and breathing calmly before looking down at her, at the sheen of her soft brown hair piled in a disorganized bun on top of her head, so very out of character for her. The calming breath did little to help though, the sight of my reality was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I didn’t want to finish, not yet, not ever, not if it meant this amazing moment was going to end.
I shifted back in my chair, cupping her jaw and gently pushing her back, shivering as I heard a plaintive tone coming from her mouth, objecting to my removal of her rigid pacifier. She looked up at me smiling, and I smiled back with a dazed ,goofy grin, still trying to resolve what was happening with my months of experience with what should be happening. Her smile didn’t show any of that confusion though, none of the gently mocking humour I was used to, none of the sparkling wit or disapproval at my advances. Her smile just showed lust, a base animal need that shone through as she bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her fingers gently tugging at her nipples as her eyes narrowed with a distracted wistful look. A moan rose from her throat as she rose from her knees, straddling me even as my mouth worked to attempt a protest. There were no words spoken though, I couldn’t seem to form any in my addled mind, and she didn’t need any to make her intent clear. She sat with a delicate grace, one hand guiding me in as the other pulled my head to hers, our mouths open, panting, gasping, our tongue battling each other in a war for pointless dominance as I slid inside.
She was so wet. That was the only thought that managed to percolate up to the surface. And so tight. A wet velvet grip that clamped down on me as her nails dug into the back of my neck. She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, a low, rising, shuddering keening filling my ears as she rose and fell, so slowly the first time. Then again, faster, and faster. Her pace accelerated as her pitch rose, a convulsive shuddering rippling through her body as my hips started to rise against my will, my legs pushing, thrusting, rising up off the chair until I was nearly supporting her weight, my back arching as the fabric seat struggled to support us, then gave out with a crash.
We didn’t even noticed. She just rode me to the floor as we panted and moaned and thrust. She ground her pelvis into mine, my cock buried inside her, straining as my hips bucked, trying to push deeper, and deeper still only to realize there was no more length to bury. My hands gripped her waist, seeking leverage, cupping her flaring hips as I felt her thighs tense and stretch, the play of her muscles beneath her skin a wonder to feel and behold.
My eyes were wired open, taking in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing above me, seeing the interplay of her flesh rippling back and forth, then clapping softly as they made gentle circles in time to our straining thrusts. My neck reached out, searching for those soft orbs, those firm red targets that capped them, and she reached down to help me, pulling my head towards her tits, helping me suck one, then the other of those perfect strawberry nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I started to lose control, my face buried in the soft mass of her breasts, sweat dripping down her cleavage as we strained. I felt her belly clench, her muscles lock, her pussy clamp down around my cock as a high pitched wail was forced from her throat. She came, shivering, shuddering atop my straining, exhausted body, her spare hand coming up to maul and tug at her free breast convulsively, compulsively. She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest, still wailing, still bent and stretched like a bow as her muscles pulled tighter and tighter, spasming in brilliant orgasm. I thrust again, once more, a third time, and exploded. My lungs locked and I came, my whole body arched up off the floor as I crushed her into me, pulling her pelvis down into mine with all the strength I had, spurting deep inside her, feeling like my soul was exploding out of my cock.
I collapsed, enervated, drained, exhausted. Deep rattling breaths billowing in and out, feeling them echoed by the girl above me. I pulled the bun from her hair and let it cascade down over my face, taking in the sweet scent of it, drifting in an afterglow I never new possible. I held her against me and revelled in the softness of her, the warm and supple grace of her naked form draped over mine and wondered how it was possible. How could it be real?
She moaned, or maybe purred, a low contented rumbling that I felt in my chest even as I heard it, and said the first words that had been spoken in nearly a half hour.
“Mmmmm… Why the hell have we never done that before?” Candace ran a hand through my hair, smiling down at me in a post coital bliss, even as her words roused me to an uncomfortable awareness of what I had done, and tried to smile through the conflicted feelings that suddenly rose within me.
“I don’t know.” I managed to get the words out, but I knew they were lies. I knew all to well why we had never fallen into bed before. And I knew all too well why she suddenly had the urge to make our relationship physical.
I closed my eyes again, and let my head fall to hit the floor with a soft thump. This time wishing it Was all dream, instead of the other way around. She curled up against me, settling in there on the floor of my dorm room, and I thought back on how we got there, how the world had stopped making sense.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Out of Control - Chapter 1
To kick things off. The first part of a new story.
Out of Control
Chapter 1 - Daydream in Blue
I remember the first time it happened. Or at least, I remember the first time I noticed it happening. Odds are good there were times before that, subtle things, things I try not to think about. I don’t like thinking about what I may have done, what damage I could have caused while unaware. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to fix it. So I try not to think about it, one less pointless thing to be neurotic about.
I’m sorry. I know I’m rambling, it’s just that, I’ve never really talked about this before. I’m not really sure where to start, what to say. Should I bombard you with all my excuses about how it’s not my fault? Or try to explain how I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? I just got caught up in the excitement, and it didn’t really seem real, not at first. Or maybe I should just dive right in, and tell you what happened.
I suppose that would be best.
I was at Michigan Comprehensive, it was my second year and things were going ok. My classes were interesting, I had a few friends, dated a bit, but not too much, attended a few parties but not too many, skipped a few classes, but not too often. You know how it is.
I had a new roommate that year, Susan, after my old one flunked out. I wonder if I had something to do with that too. I wonder if I had something to do with a lot of things. Now, anyway. I never considered it then.
Anyway, Susan and I were getting chewed out by the RA. This stiff little boy pretending to be a man, lording his all too tiny authority over us for something as ridiculous as a hot plate. I know right? Total cliche. I’m being harsh I suppose. Really Roger wasn’t that bad, and in a normal circumstance I’m sure he was a decent guy. But he’s just one of those people who, give them a little authority and Poof, straight to their ego, and suddenly they thought they were cock of the walk.
Anyway, it started playing out the same way I’m sure it did in a thousand dorms in a thousand colleges across the country. He tromped about and postured, made threats, shot quick glances at our chests when he thought we weren’t looking, getting off on his bogus imagined authority. Susan was encouraging him of course, leaning into his glances just a bit, enough to give him a teasing view, but not enough to make it obvious. She was always doing things like that. She claimed to be a feminist, but was always the first to make her life a little easier by showing a little cleavage, or a little leg.
Anyway the lecture dragged on, as did the flirting and pretended accidental posing, and I guess my mind wandered a little. I wondered what it would be like if Susan really went for it, you know? Really used her body to get out of her problems instead of just flirting with the idea, I wondered what it would look like if she leaned into it a little more, opened another button or two, licked her lips and really dropped the hint instead of being subtle about it. I know, I’m terrible. I have a bit of a dirty mind, not really sure where it comes from, not getting out enough maybe? Anyway, I got a bit lost in the daydream, and I admit I got a little turned on by it, the thought of Susan being the slut she only flirted with being, or being more than a tease in a tight top and short skirt. The idea of living vicariously through her exploits, and her breasts letting us get away with whatever we wanted. And I guess I totally lost the thread of the conversation.
The next thing I knew it was over. Roger was telling us to make sure it never happened again, and we nodded contritely and walked ourselves out, and looking back on it I remember him being oddly flushed. Maybe I should have noticed then, but who would? Why would anyone’s mind go there right? It’s just so ridiculous.
We left the room and he shut the door behind us, and Susan seemed really excited for some reason. Giddy even. She gave me a grin and we said we’d meet up later and went our separate ways. I remember thinking it was weird, and remember wondering if she had been showing that much cleavage when we went in, and if she always swayed that much when she walked, but I chalked it up to being a little turned on by my daydream and didn’t think twice.
Maybe I should have. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just payed more attention. I can’t help thinking that. Over and over I wonder what I could have done differently. Now that it’s too late.
I went back to our room, but I couldn’t get my mind off that naughty daydream. Off the thought of Susan using her feminine wiles. I think I actually thought that way then, with the words feminine wiles, almost afraid to think in detail. Not like now.
Anyway, the thought kept rattling around in my head, and I couldn’t concentrate on my homework. It was exciting, naughty, sort of deliciously sinful, so I decided to take a shower to cool down. But I didn’t cool down. The water and my hands slid over my body, cleaning, then scrubbing, then caressing, and the fantasy got more vivid, more explicit, as I grew more and more aroused. The shower head made it’s way between my thighs and my hands and thoughts grew bolder. I imagined her going back to Roger’s office, knocking timidly, stifling his confused protests by sliding to her knees and tugging open his pants. I imagined his confused and then passionate moans as she slid him into her mouth, reveling in the power her body gave her. I felt her lust and power and passion as she sucked him like a slut on her knees, knowing she could have anything she wanted from him, and felt his desperation as he grew closer and realized he would give her anything she wanted. I saw him falling back against his desk, the room in disarray, Susan rubbing herself under her skirt, enjoying her power and her own wanton surrender to her body. I saw him groan and explode, shuddering with each spasm as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. Susan, penitent and powerful on her knees on that cheap shag carpet, swallowing with an eager grin, feeling her own body tense and release at the taste of power. I came without a peep, muffling my squeals, not sure who else might be in the stalls next to me, and heard her whispering a few words about the hot plate as she tucked him back into his pants, and slunk out of the room with a seductive swaying of her ass, just to give him a last look.
I blushed and made sure I was still alone, cleaning up and wondering why I found that image so exciting. I had masturbated before of course, though not often, and never in somewhere I could be caught like that. It was strangely exciting, but more than that, I felt like I had discovered something new and glorious, but had no idea what it might be.
It was a very strange feeling.
It got even stranger as I walked back from the showers past the RA’s office, and saw Susan walking out looking proud as a peacock, giving me a little wink. She walked off before I could say a word, but I peaked in the office as I went by. The desk was a mess, things strewn everywhere, pencils dropped haphazardly on the floor, laptop shoved to one corner. Roger himself was laid out on an office chair, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile on his face, belt half undone and shirt pulled out.
I was shocked, and confused to say the least. There it was, just like in my head, plus or minus a few details. Had Susan really been in there blowing the whiny little RA that had been our bane for months? What the hell had possessed her to do that? Maybe she had been even more turned on than me by her flirting in his office before. Maybe this was just a co-incidence. I figured that must be it. That I just clearly hadn’t known Susan as well as I thought.
To be honest. The thought crossed my mind that it wasn’t. Maybe I was psychic, and had witnessed the event rather than imagined it. Or even, maybe caused it. But I dismissed it quickly. I mean, who could really seriously entertain that they were controlling their roommate with their fantasies?
You would too right? Dismiss it offhand? No one thinks that they just made their friend and roommate perform a blow job by fantasizing about it. Right? But it wasn’t long before I started to realize otherwise, wasn’t long before, I started to enjoy it. And then it wasn’t long before I was running for my life.
Out of Control
Chapter 1 - Daydream in Blue
I remember the first time it happened. Or at least, I remember the first time I noticed it happening. Odds are good there were times before that, subtle things, things I try not to think about. I don’t like thinking about what I may have done, what damage I could have caused while unaware. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to fix it. So I try not to think about it, one less pointless thing to be neurotic about.
I’m sorry. I know I’m rambling, it’s just that, I’ve never really talked about this before. I’m not really sure where to start, what to say. Should I bombard you with all my excuses about how it’s not my fault? Or try to explain how I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? I just got caught up in the excitement, and it didn’t really seem real, not at first. Or maybe I should just dive right in, and tell you what happened.
I suppose that would be best.
I was at Michigan Comprehensive, it was my second year and things were going ok. My classes were interesting, I had a few friends, dated a bit, but not too much, attended a few parties but not too many, skipped a few classes, but not too often. You know how it is.
I had a new roommate that year, Susan, after my old one flunked out. I wonder if I had something to do with that too. I wonder if I had something to do with a lot of things. Now, anyway. I never considered it then.
Anyway, Susan and I were getting chewed out by the RA. This stiff little boy pretending to be a man, lording his all too tiny authority over us for something as ridiculous as a hot plate. I know right? Total cliche. I’m being harsh I suppose. Really Roger wasn’t that bad, and in a normal circumstance I’m sure he was a decent guy. But he’s just one of those people who, give them a little authority and Poof, straight to their ego, and suddenly they thought they were cock of the walk.
Anyway, it started playing out the same way I’m sure it did in a thousand dorms in a thousand colleges across the country. He tromped about and postured, made threats, shot quick glances at our chests when he thought we weren’t looking, getting off on his bogus imagined authority. Susan was encouraging him of course, leaning into his glances just a bit, enough to give him a teasing view, but not enough to make it obvious. She was always doing things like that. She claimed to be a feminist, but was always the first to make her life a little easier by showing a little cleavage, or a little leg.
Anyway the lecture dragged on, as did the flirting and pretended accidental posing, and I guess my mind wandered a little. I wondered what it would be like if Susan really went for it, you know? Really used her body to get out of her problems instead of just flirting with the idea, I wondered what it would look like if she leaned into it a little more, opened another button or two, licked her lips and really dropped the hint instead of being subtle about it. I know, I’m terrible. I have a bit of a dirty mind, not really sure where it comes from, not getting out enough maybe? Anyway, I got a bit lost in the daydream, and I admit I got a little turned on by it, the thought of Susan being the slut she only flirted with being, or being more than a tease in a tight top and short skirt. The idea of living vicariously through her exploits, and her breasts letting us get away with whatever we wanted. And I guess I totally lost the thread of the conversation.
The next thing I knew it was over. Roger was telling us to make sure it never happened again, and we nodded contritely and walked ourselves out, and looking back on it I remember him being oddly flushed. Maybe I should have noticed then, but who would? Why would anyone’s mind go there right? It’s just so ridiculous.
We left the room and he shut the door behind us, and Susan seemed really excited for some reason. Giddy even. She gave me a grin and we said we’d meet up later and went our separate ways. I remember thinking it was weird, and remember wondering if she had been showing that much cleavage when we went in, and if she always swayed that much when she walked, but I chalked it up to being a little turned on by my daydream and didn’t think twice.
Maybe I should have. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just payed more attention. I can’t help thinking that. Over and over I wonder what I could have done differently. Now that it’s too late.
I went back to our room, but I couldn’t get my mind off that naughty daydream. Off the thought of Susan using her feminine wiles. I think I actually thought that way then, with the words feminine wiles, almost afraid to think in detail. Not like now.
Anyway, the thought kept rattling around in my head, and I couldn’t concentrate on my homework. It was exciting, naughty, sort of deliciously sinful, so I decided to take a shower to cool down. But I didn’t cool down. The water and my hands slid over my body, cleaning, then scrubbing, then caressing, and the fantasy got more vivid, more explicit, as I grew more and more aroused. The shower head made it’s way between my thighs and my hands and thoughts grew bolder. I imagined her going back to Roger’s office, knocking timidly, stifling his confused protests by sliding to her knees and tugging open his pants. I imagined his confused and then passionate moans as she slid him into her mouth, reveling in the power her body gave her. I felt her lust and power and passion as she sucked him like a slut on her knees, knowing she could have anything she wanted from him, and felt his desperation as he grew closer and realized he would give her anything she wanted. I saw him falling back against his desk, the room in disarray, Susan rubbing herself under her skirt, enjoying her power and her own wanton surrender to her body. I saw him groan and explode, shuddering with each spasm as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. Susan, penitent and powerful on her knees on that cheap shag carpet, swallowing with an eager grin, feeling her own body tense and release at the taste of power. I came without a peep, muffling my squeals, not sure who else might be in the stalls next to me, and heard her whispering a few words about the hot plate as she tucked him back into his pants, and slunk out of the room with a seductive swaying of her ass, just to give him a last look.
I blushed and made sure I was still alone, cleaning up and wondering why I found that image so exciting. I had masturbated before of course, though not often, and never in somewhere I could be caught like that. It was strangely exciting, but more than that, I felt like I had discovered something new and glorious, but had no idea what it might be.
It was a very strange feeling.
It got even stranger as I walked back from the showers past the RA’s office, and saw Susan walking out looking proud as a peacock, giving me a little wink. She walked off before I could say a word, but I peaked in the office as I went by. The desk was a mess, things strewn everywhere, pencils dropped haphazardly on the floor, laptop shoved to one corner. Roger himself was laid out on an office chair, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile on his face, belt half undone and shirt pulled out.
I was shocked, and confused to say the least. There it was, just like in my head, plus or minus a few details. Had Susan really been in there blowing the whiny little RA that had been our bane for months? What the hell had possessed her to do that? Maybe she had been even more turned on than me by her flirting in his office before. Maybe this was just a co-incidence. I figured that must be it. That I just clearly hadn’t known Susan as well as I thought.
To be honest. The thought crossed my mind that it wasn’t. Maybe I was psychic, and had witnessed the event rather than imagined it. Or even, maybe caused it. But I dismissed it quickly. I mean, who could really seriously entertain that they were controlling their roommate with their fantasies?
You would too right? Dismiss it offhand? No one thinks that they just made their friend and roommate perform a blow job by fantasizing about it. Right? But it wasn’t long before I started to realize otherwise, wasn’t long before, I started to enjoy it. And then it wasn’t long before I was running for my life.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Growing Concern - 10
I drove like a crazy person, in those first few minutes. Seconds to leave my suburb, moments to hit the highway, screaming tires and honking horns, I wove from lane to lane tears streaming down my face, my body and mind a tormented writhing ball of confusion. Furies shrieking in my ears, my hands clutching at the wheel, groping for purchase on the gear shift, feet fumbling for the pedals.
It was a standard transmission. The thought finally penetrated into my hormone and anger soaked brain. It was a standard, my car was an automatic. Come to think of it, my car didn’t have this kind of horsepower, and I was fairly certain it had a top on it.
Shit, I had stolen Sarah’s car. She must have left the keys in the ignition. In my frenzied and tormented state running out the door I somehow hadn’t even noticed. My mind occupied with the images of her riding my boyfriend, of those tits occupying his entire world, the moans of their pleasure filling my head while my hands tried to rake the image of those wondrous soft glistening masses bouncing over his writhing abdomen out of my head as I just got more and more worked up, heat building in my...
I pulled over, found a parking space in a nice dark underground lot under some nameless mall, and rubbed my aching pussy to a soul shattering, moan stifling, mind clearing three quick orgasms, in a belated and half futile effort to purge these conflicting images from my lust soaked brain.
As my last gasping shuddering breath left my lips I tried to gather my thoughts about me. I blushed and folded my legs back down from the dash, and tucked my breasts back into my ill fitting shirt. It was funny, maybe it was their new size and sensitivity, or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s monstrous mounds still bouncing in my minds eye, but my breasts had never played much of a roll in my self pleasure before. But today, leaned back in this car with my legs thrown up over the steering wheel my hands couldn’t seem to get enough. Every tweak, every grope and caress just drove me higher, drew more pleasure out of those new tantalizing tits that thrust so conflictingly from my chest.
I managed to avoid honking the horn, and tried to regain my dignity remembering with burning embarrassment the two men and one woman who had walked by during my little digital vacation, to their horror or perhaps delight seeing a woman all to carried away to remember to put up the top of windows on her cherry red convertible as she rubbed one, or three, out to a sputtering and staticy radio.
I took a deep breath, and took stock of my situation. First and most urgently, I was in a stolen car. Oddly, I figured it was a safe risk. There was no way Sarah had payed for it, and there was no chance whoever had given it to her was going to report it stolen after whatever it was she did to get it from them in the first place. Add to that, as self centered as Sarah was acting, as amazingly narcissistic, the odds that she even knew the license plate number of her new toy were probably next to nil. Thank god for small blessings I suppose.
I moved down the list, reviewing my problems in order of urgency, taking some solace from the insanity of the last few days in making a mental checklist. I was barely dressed, my clothes didn’t fit and were barely hanging off my altered frame. Worse, it wouldn’t be easy to fix since I seemed to have stormed out of the house without my wallet, credit cards, or any identification. I considered going back for it, but quickly dismissed the thought as insane, it was just too risky, what would happen if I got sucked back into that writhing sweaty world of lust, would I ever find my way out again?
I put my head down on the wheel, realizing just how fucked I was. No id, no money. I couldn’t go back to work, not unless I wanted to end up another drone to a huge titted queen bee. She had taken my boyfriend, my home, she had taken my job, she had even taken my body away from me. And she didn’t seem to care, or even notice.
It was a standard transmission. The thought finally penetrated into my hormone and anger soaked brain. It was a standard, my car was an automatic. Come to think of it, my car didn’t have this kind of horsepower, and I was fairly certain it had a top on it.
Shit, I had stolen Sarah’s car. She must have left the keys in the ignition. In my frenzied and tormented state running out the door I somehow hadn’t even noticed. My mind occupied with the images of her riding my boyfriend, of those tits occupying his entire world, the moans of their pleasure filling my head while my hands tried to rake the image of those wondrous soft glistening masses bouncing over his writhing abdomen out of my head as I just got more and more worked up, heat building in my...
I pulled over, found a parking space in a nice dark underground lot under some nameless mall, and rubbed my aching pussy to a soul shattering, moan stifling, mind clearing three quick orgasms, in a belated and half futile effort to purge these conflicting images from my lust soaked brain.
As my last gasping shuddering breath left my lips I tried to gather my thoughts about me. I blushed and folded my legs back down from the dash, and tucked my breasts back into my ill fitting shirt. It was funny, maybe it was their new size and sensitivity, or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s monstrous mounds still bouncing in my minds eye, but my breasts had never played much of a roll in my self pleasure before. But today, leaned back in this car with my legs thrown up over the steering wheel my hands couldn’t seem to get enough. Every tweak, every grope and caress just drove me higher, drew more pleasure out of those new tantalizing tits that thrust so conflictingly from my chest.
I managed to avoid honking the horn, and tried to regain my dignity remembering with burning embarrassment the two men and one woman who had walked by during my little digital vacation, to their horror or perhaps delight seeing a woman all to carried away to remember to put up the top of windows on her cherry red convertible as she rubbed one, or three, out to a sputtering and staticy radio.
I took a deep breath, and took stock of my situation. First and most urgently, I was in a stolen car. Oddly, I figured it was a safe risk. There was no way Sarah had payed for it, and there was no chance whoever had given it to her was going to report it stolen after whatever it was she did to get it from them in the first place. Add to that, as self centered as Sarah was acting, as amazingly narcissistic, the odds that she even knew the license plate number of her new toy were probably next to nil. Thank god for small blessings I suppose.
I moved down the list, reviewing my problems in order of urgency, taking some solace from the insanity of the last few days in making a mental checklist. I was barely dressed, my clothes didn’t fit and were barely hanging off my altered frame. Worse, it wouldn’t be easy to fix since I seemed to have stormed out of the house without my wallet, credit cards, or any identification. I considered going back for it, but quickly dismissed the thought as insane, it was just too risky, what would happen if I got sucked back into that writhing sweaty world of lust, would I ever find my way out again?
I put my head down on the wheel, realizing just how fucked I was. No id, no money. I couldn’t go back to work, not unless I wanted to end up another drone to a huge titted queen bee. She had taken my boyfriend, my home, she had taken my job, she had even taken my body away from me. And she didn’t seem to care, or even notice.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Where have I been?
Well that's a long story with many parts.
My life got more complicated.
I haven't felt inspired.
I haven't had time to write.
But a large part of it is frustration, and inability to move past a huge block. I'm hoping you can help me with that, if anyone is out there.
You may recall a while back me posting about submitting ideas for mind control comics to a publisher, and how the only one they read was accepted, and I was working up a script. Well the long story short, and this is very very very short. After a long delay, they decided not to make it.
Now, I have been rejected many times before, and generally don't have a problem with it. But in this case I'm stuck. See the reason they gave (after many months of telling me they liked it) was that the script was bad. Not they didn't like the direction, not the wrong artistic style for their needs, not poor characterization or bad plot, but poorly written.
As in technically. They said that it didn't meet the criteria, that it was massively filled with errors, and in fact was so bad that it was not worth their time to even review or edit it, nor even give me one example of a mistake.
Now here's the problem.
I still like it.
I'm still actually pretty proud of it.
And worse, I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell they are talking about.
I've showed it to a few people, and THEY can't figure out what the hell the publisher is talking about.
Now, possibly these people are trying to spare my feelings, or telling me what I want to hear. So I want to see if anyone else can tell me, what the hell is so unbelievably bad about this script that the editor just threw up their hands and said fuck it, this is too abysmal to possibly be corrected without a monumental amount of effort.
So... included below is the rejected and failed script for the now never to be made first issue of Terminal 14.
*edit* pretty much all the text formatting has been eaten by the post. Not sure how to fix it atm. Hopefully it's decipherable.
Panel 2
My life got more complicated.
I haven't felt inspired.
I haven't had time to write.
But a large part of it is frustration, and inability to move past a huge block. I'm hoping you can help me with that, if anyone is out there.
You may recall a while back me posting about submitting ideas for mind control comics to a publisher, and how the only one they read was accepted, and I was working up a script. Well the long story short, and this is very very very short. After a long delay, they decided not to make it.
Now, I have been rejected many times before, and generally don't have a problem with it. But in this case I'm stuck. See the reason they gave (after many months of telling me they liked it) was that the script was bad. Not they didn't like the direction, not the wrong artistic style for their needs, not poor characterization or bad plot, but poorly written.
As in technically. They said that it didn't meet the criteria, that it was massively filled with errors, and in fact was so bad that it was not worth their time to even review or edit it, nor even give me one example of a mistake.
Now here's the problem.
I still like it.
I'm still actually pretty proud of it.
And worse, I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell they are talking about.
I've showed it to a few people, and THEY can't figure out what the hell the publisher is talking about.
Now, possibly these people are trying to spare my feelings, or telling me what I want to hear. So I want to see if anyone else can tell me, what the hell is so unbelievably bad about this script that the editor just threw up their hands and said fuck it, this is too abysmal to possibly be corrected without a monumental amount of effort.
So... included below is the rejected and failed script for the now never to be made first issue of Terminal 14.
*edit* pretty much all the text formatting has been eaten by the post. Not sure how to fix it atm. Hopefully it's decipherable.
Issue 1
Page 1
We open on the computer lab, late night, half the florescent lights lit, stars out the windows. Lily and James are the only ones in the room, working in different rows, Lily working away, James complaining that he can’t get his program to compile. Lily’s internal monologue runs throughout, catching us up on where they are, who they are, what’s going on. Lily complains about the heat, loses her overshirt, James grows more frustrated and puts his hands to his head. Lily goes over to help, taking the keyboard and correcting a syntax error. We see James eyes refocus and his face go slack as he looks down Lily’s shirt.
Page 1
panel 1, top left, wide
An external shot of a computer lab from the outside, showing that it’s dark, and in the window 2 people work. Lily, librarian glasses, tank top, overshirt thrown over her chair, jeans? long red hair pulled back into ponytail. James, kind of nerdy but not over the top, glasses jeans tshirt, brown hair.
Text box - Others say their lives started at birth. Or perhaps in high school.
Text box - The day they got their first car, stayed out all night. The day.. they tasted freedom.
Text box - For me. My life started that night..
Panel 2, top right, narrow
a shot of Lilys face from the front, a sort of zoned out expression on her face
James from off camera - Fuck!
Text box - Working late, like I did so many nights that first year.
Panel 3, mid left
wider shot, lily is startled out of her trance by james frustrated yelling
Lily - Huh?
James - It just Keeps dropping characters!
Text Box - And like so many nights, it was just me and James, the only ones with nothing better to do.
Panel 4, mid right
shot from the other side, or a different angle, showing james with his hands thrown up or holding his head in frustration.
James - I just can’t get this damn thing to work. How did you keep the pre compiler from dropping the escape characters?
Text box - I know.. not where you’d expect a life to begin.
panel 5 bottom left, narrow
shot of lily, standing or walking, in some way showing her getting up or moving towards james
Lily - Damn it.. This is the last time all right?
Text Box - But this was the moment for me.. That confusing, terrible, exhilarating moment. When I lost control..
panel 6 bottom right, wide
lily bent at the waist, james off to the side, sort of shunted over as lily takes his keyboard giving him a perfect view down her top. James eyes fixed on her cleavage. a shot from over the computer might give the best perspective?
Lily - Look, damnit! Base zero, how many times, seriously! You’re dropping starting 1 character too early on this loop.
Text box - And tasted Freedom..
Page 2
James stares, Lily catches him and blushes, recoiling a bit. Her internal monologue starts to run away with her, her thoughts going to how she has never thought of him that way, how she didn’t know he thought of her that way.. she starts to get more worked up, leans in, he leans in.. they kiss softly. She pulls back, eyes wide, he starts to apologize and her urges overwhelm her, she throws herself back into the embrace, overcome by lust.
Panel 1 - Top left
Lily trails off, catching the line of his eyes. James notices and blushes, his gaze coming up to meet hers.
Lily - Are you distracted or something? You’ve got like 3 stupid mistakes here. What are you...
Text box - I was stunned at first.
Panel 2 - Top Right
Lily blushes and averts her eyes, shifts to stand back up, stammering a bit.
Lily - I.. You.. I should go back to..
James - I’m sorry I just.. I couldn’t help it.. I..
Text box - I had never thought of him that way. Never realized he thought of me that way.
Panel 3 - Middle Left
The two are now standing opposed, Lily looking anywhere but at James, blushing furiously, James looking at her with a sort of plaintive look.
Lily - Forget it.. let’s just ignore.. *ahem*
James - Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by..
Oh Fuck it.
Text box - I was confused.. I was shocked.. I was offended..
Panel 4 - Middle Right
James is kissing Lily, we see her hands come up to her sides in a sort of awkward undecided pose, unsure if she should push him away, eyes wide open
Text box - But then in that sudden instant of recoil, I realized something strange..
Panel 5 - Long panel, series of transitions
Series of close ups of Lily’s face. Want to see the transition from shock, softening through acceptance, eyes sort of half closing as her face softens, her hands relax, then finally her mouth opening and her throwing herself into the kiss.
Text box - In addition to all that.. I really.. Really.. Enjoyed it..
Text box - And I wanted more..
Page 3
This page is mainly a series of positions or stills or silhouettes as Lily’s monologue talks about what she’s feeling, thinking, how she has given in to the sensations. Until finally the page ends with a massive arching shuddering orgasm as she rides him on the floor
Shot of them making out, top being stripped off. Blowjob shot, tittyfucking, cowgirl grind on the floor as her head throws back .. then them collapsed in a heap with big dumb grins on their faces.
Text box - It was like something opened up inside me. Some closed off part of myself that I had never realized I had, or never wanted to admit existed.
Text box - and all of a sudden the doors were thrown open. A torrent poured through me, washing away all those restraints, embarrassment, shyness that I had always felt.
Text box - It was carrying me away.. I couldn’t stop it.
Text box - And worse.. I didn’t think I wanted to.
Page 4
Lily bolts, grabbing her clothing, running out of the building as James lies near senseless in the lab. We follow her across the campus, haunted by her morals, unable to believe what she has done. When she gets into the dorm, she is stopped by a voice from off camera mocking her.
Panel 1 - Top left
Lily pulls herself out from James embrace as he lays semi comatose on the floor, clutching her top to her chest.
Text box - Once it was over, the guilt came flooding back in.
Panel 2 - top right
We see Lily pulling on her shoe, now mostly dressed, carrying her overshirt and other shoe, hobbling out the door of the lab as james lays in the background.
Text box - I couldn’t believe what I had done. Ruined my reputation.. Possibly destroyed a friendship.. And that’s not even getting into all the usual worries about unprotected sex.
Panel 3 - middle left
Lily Bursting out the front door of the building, across the quad, campus grounds and trees around. She looks like shes trying not to cry.
Text box - I had fucked one of my best friends. In a public building no less! What if there were security cameras! The thoughts just spun around and around in my head..
Panel 4 - middle right
Lily walking quickly across the quad, plants, trees, shes clutching her arms to her chest and fighting back tears. shoulders arched forward, shuddering.
Text box - And worse, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed it. Which only added to the guilt.
panel 5 - bottom left
Lily enters her dorm building, looks at the people walking by, worried look, shy expression, worried they see right through her.
Text box - I was convinced everyone could see right through me. But I just kept telling myself I was imagining things, that it was all in my head.
panel 6 - bottom right
Lily closes a door behind her, a look of relief on her face, we can’t see much of the room she’s entered. common room in her dorm.
Text Box - But finally it was all over, I made it home. I could relax.
Sarah from off camera - Well look who got layed!
Page 5
Sarah stands there, standing with a cocky tilt, making fun of Lily, calling her a slut, generally tormenting her. Lily retreats to her room, and we close out with her crying herself to sleep.
Panel 1 - Top left (large panel, full length shot of sarah showing the common area, a few people in the background, lily looking embarrassed)
Sarah stands in her pj’s. Maybe some frilly shorts with a camisole? She’s blonde, busty, and has a cocky stance. Confident in her appearance and superiority in the conversation.
text box - Or not.. Fuck
Sarah - Sneaking in late, clothes in a disarray.. Looks like someone had fun. Wherever did you find someone to hook up with you looking like that?
Panel 2 - smaller panel aside
lily trying to push past sarah, into her room.
text box - Sarah Malloy.. She had been tormenting me all semester, like it was her personal mission. Ever since we ended up in the same quad.
Lily - Can we just skip the bullshit tonight Sarah? I’m in no mood.
panel 3 -
Shot of Sarahs snarky face?
Sarah - Uh oh, someones cranky. Did the poor guy have a little problem getting it up? Big surprise if he had to look at you.
Panel 4
Lily pushing past, looking like she’s going to cry
Text box - she usually didn’t get to me. But with everything else.. I just didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
Lily - Go fuck yourself..
Sarah - Is that where you’re off to in such a hurry?
Panel 5
Lily choking back tears, throwing herself into bed..
Text box - Didn’t want her to see me cry. Didn’t want her to see how I just couldn’t stop thinking about that night.
Panel 6
Lights out, from outside the dorm room, silhouette of a girl playing with an exposed breast, another hand down her pants, arched horizontally on the bed.
text box - Couldn’t let on how right she was..
Lily from inside the window - Ohhhh goddd...
Page 6
Lily makes her way through her classes, catches sight of Sarah flirting shamelessly with Bryce, and blows it off as the blonde trying to manipulate the poor lab tech. Ducks around a corner to avoid James, not wanting to see him.
Simple 8 panel grid
Panel 1
Lily in a class, hand raised- wardrobe is a little lighter, tshirt instead of a mroe covering overshirt like she had the night before.
text box - By the next morning I had nearly forgotten all about the events of the night before.
Panel 2
Lily walking the halls talking with a fellow student, lots of classmates milling about.
text box - I was back to myself, things were under control, I was feeling great.
Panel 3
Lily ducked around a corner, James on the other side talking to someone
text box - Well.. Almost under control. I still couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. But aside from that, things were back to normal.
Panel 4
Lily walking into the computer lab
text box - Or you know.. relatively normal.
Panel 5
Sarah is shamelessly pressed into Bryce, tugging him in closer to her as he sort of half sits on a desk looking awkard. as if shed sort of pushed him into it. Lily pulls back so as not to be spotted
text box - Ok this.. This is not what I would call normal. What on earth could she possibly need from him that would get her to do this?
Sarah - Come on Brycie.. Won’t you help me out?
Panel 6
Lily retreats, laughing, snickering, trying not to crack up in the hallway.
text box - But really. She is a total slut after all, guess she’s just falling back on her only skill to get her way.
Panel 7
Lily jogging, heading somewhere.
text box - But something this hilarious really needed to be shared. And really, after all this, I really needed to talk to someone anyway.
Panel 8
Lily enters the cafeteria, waving to Alice in the lineup, who waves back
text b
ox - I just hoped I could get the words out.
Page 7
Lily catches up to her friend Alice at the cafeteria line up. She tells her they need to talk. Lily and Alice talk at a remote table, Lily looking around furtively, then blurts out that she slept with James last night. Alice does a spit take.
Panel 1 - top left
Lily approaches Alice as she leaves the checkout line. Alice is wearing a short jacket over a bright shirt, shorter hair with streaks (pink?), asian. Boots, dark pants. maybe a facial piercing, whatever looks good.
Lily - Oh my god.. I’ve got so much to tell you. We really need to talk..
Alice - Back of the room it is.. By the way, don’t get the coleslaw today.
text box - Alice had been my go to girl for.. practically everything since tenth grade.
panel 2 - top right
The two girls are sitting down at a table
Alice - Sooooo...
Lily - ...
text box - I could count on her for a practical, rational response
panel 3
Lily looking like she is going to talk.. Alice looking interested
panel 4
Lily sort of blushing and looking down, alice taking a bite of her meal
panel 5
Lily peeking up at alice from under her lashes, looking embarrassed, Alice taking a drink and looking disinterested.
panel 6 - large panel on the bottom
lily - So I fucked James last night
Alice - spit take, spraying her water off to the side
Page 8
Alice gets a very short version of the story, time lapsed over, and tells Lily that it’s about time, that it’s totally ok, and that she probably just needed to get laid. She confesses that she has felt that way lately, and that it’s just spring fever, totally normal. Lily gets up and leave, embarrassed.
panel 1 - long across the top
Closer shot of the two leaning in across the table, Lily looking flushed, Alice looking excited, eager to hear more, smiling.
Lily - I know I know! I don’t know what happened.. we were just working and.. we sort of..
Alice - But.. I thought you didn’t.. you know.. do that.
Lily - I don’t! or.. well I didn’t.. it was just..
Alice - Well? Did you enjoy it?
panel 2 - long across the middle
Lily looking embarassed, pulling back a bit, Alice with a sly grin.
Lily - Well.. I.. Yes! Ok? I fucking loved it.. Oh god I feel like such a slut.
Alice - Oh don’t even go there. It’s totally natural to experiment in college, or so all the posters say right?
Lily - I suppose..
panel 3 - long across the bottom
Alice standing to walk away, Lily looking shy but with a little grin from the table, watching her leave.
Alice - Damn right you suppose. It’s a good thing. You’re finally getting out of your shell. And James is a sweetheart, it’s not like hes going to mistreat you. Go with it girl!
Lily - Yeah.. I guess you’re right.
Alice - Don’t stress it. It’s probably just spring fever anyway. I’ve been up to no good lately myself. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, I’ve got to get to class.
Page 9
Lily is alone in the computer lab at night, all the lights are off this time, light from the monitor reflected in her glasses, sweat beading on her forehead as her internal monologue keeps going back to James, and what they did last night. she tries to focus but we watch her get more and more worked up as she leans back and her hand drops to her breast, letting out a soft moan, James name.
Panel 1 - top left
Lily alone in the lab, lights are out, but she is lit up by the flicker of the monitor, the same terminal she was using at the beginning of the chapter.We can see a look of concentration on her face..
text box - Approval from Alice or not.. I just couldn’t deal with this, couldn’t process. I just wanted to push it out of my mind, focus on work.
Panel 2 - top right
close up of her face, a bead of sweat dripping down her brow, eyes trying to focus, maybe a reflection of the monitor in her glasses showing code. Her eyes tense..
text box - The minutes turned into hours, but I couldn’t seem to focus, couldn’t seem to make any progress.
Panel 3 - middle left
Pull back to show her eyes softening, brows furrowing, mouth opening.. her hand drifts off the keyboard towards her body
text box - Every time I tried to think about code, about numbers.. My thoughts would veer off, returning to the night before. The heat.. hands, on my skin.. lips.. tongues..
Panel 4 - middle right
Pull back further, her mouth drooping, her eyes fluttering half shut, shes leaned back a tiny bit, hand hovering near a breast, fingers just touching
text box - His fingers caressing.. his hard.. so wet.. the way he held me.. I rode him.. it felt so.. so...
panel 5 - bottom across
Wide shot, shes closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair, hand playing with a breast through her shirt, other hand leaves the mouse as she falls back.
text box - Hoooottt...
Page 10
We watch her from outside the room, getting more and more into it, finally we pull back entirely to a large image of Bryce watching from the hall, his glasses totally blocking his eyes, wicked grin on his face. In the reflection of the glasses we see Lily totally surrendered to her passions, shirt open, hands caressing her tits, down her pants, gasping in orgasm.
Panel 1 - top left
Lily has pulled open her shirt, palming her exposed breast, other hand diving into her jeans.
text box - I couldn’t stop myself. Didn’t want to stop. It felt so good. Images of James body, my body, grinding, thrusting..
Panel 2 - top right
Pull back to show a figure standing in the door to the lab, watching, his eyes blocked by glare off his glasses, but sort of recognizable as Bryce
text box - They filled my mind, driving me higher, hotter, overwhelming me.. I just wanted to give in. To surrender to the sensations, surrender to the feelings.. Surrender to the lust..
Panel 3 - Large square filling bottom half of page.
Close up on Bryces face, evil grin, his glasses reflecting an image of Lily arched in orgasm, exposed, clothes in disarray, masturbating frantically.
text box - Surrender...
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