Jess’s Bookstore Adventure
I did something yesterday that I won’t be bragging about to most of my friends in person. I just came home from Barnes & Noble Booksellers with a copy of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Oh no! My man card!
I really want to grow as an author. I really want to become better, so for analysis purposes (THAT’S ALL, I PROMISE, NO ENJOYMENT!) I went and found an acclaimed work by a celebrated romance author that succeeds in creating poignant reactions from his readers.
I will try to use his tone and detail to flavor my skills for my upcoming projects.
It was a little weird walking around the romance section of B&N all by myself. I had just gotten back from a workout and a shower. I was wearing jeans and casual black t-shirt. My arms were pumped from my exercise (duh) and I had a day scruff on my jaw. I was looking decidedly straight and masculine, and yet, there I was, reading over countless titles of books that included the words “passion,” “embrace,” and “sonata.” I felt as though I would confuse a spectator that happened to be watching me browse aimlessly in this lady place.
I did the only thing I could do. I walked up to some girls.
“Hi, my name is Jess. I assume from you being in this section that ya’ll are fans of the romance genre. Can anyone recommend to me a love story that is modernish, masterfully written and could serve as the superlative of the genre to an unfamiliar reader?”
After some giggling and whispering, I was directed around and patted and poked and laughed at and found myself holding about eight books with naked men on the covers, just stacked up in my arms.
The women’s stories of which books they loved and why were all very different, but they had one thing in common each time. Each one cried when they read their favorite. Now I had something new to work with.
I asked each of them to narrow the choices down until they could tell me which author, masculine preferably, made them cry each time they opened his spines. It was unanimously Nicholas Sparks.
After exchanging phone numbers with a few of them (you know me) I sat down and read the backs of them until I chose only one. I won’t reveal to you WHICH book it is YET.
I plan on doing a serious read and analysis of the book before performing another edit on ‘Hero.’ I want to do that for you, readers. I want to make you weep. I want you to feel what I write. I want to give you an emotional roller coaster you’ll want to ride over and over again. I want you to cry, and then tell your friends so they cry, and then you all to get together in a little girly huddle and cry together.
We all have goals.
For the sequel to “For A Hero,” I will be moving in a slightly different direction. Hopefully, I will do a moderate job of retaining what some people seemed to enjoy about the first one. ‘Hero’ was a simple story about hope and acceptance and love.
My theme for the next one will be similar, but I think that most readers might find it a little more ‘cloak and dagger’ than ‘hero.’ Most of my cast will be returning from the first book. I will let you see a little more of their character and peek under the hood a little bit.
It will be centered, however, around Blaine and Sarah, whom I introduced as David’s best friend and cousin, respectively. Blaine and Sarah are very different from David and Jenna. There will be a greater believability in character behavior, (I hope) while also a ratcheting up of intensity and scale.
And, of course, I want their story to break your heart. I want you to love them, hate them, and then love them all over again.
The book is being put together now. There will be explosions, spies, yachts, sex, lies, intrigue, mystery, conflict, drama, baked goods, travel, friendships broken and begun, and yes, there will be a lot of Sable in it too.
I love you, readers. I want you to feel that love. I’ll keep trying if you keep reading.
OH, I ALMOST FORGET.
I am working on ANOTHER book, too. It’s not romance, however. I got a book from B&N to prepare for that book as well. I won’t tell you anything about my book, not yet, but I can tell you that I am making a study of Dean Koontz’s “Prodigal Son” before it’s finished.
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Here is an excerpt from FOR A HERO, just for you – a smutty one!
“Hi, Jenna. How are you?”
“Great, David! You’re just the person I was hoping to talk to!”
“Really? You make me feel special. What is it?”
“No no no. You first. You called me.”
“Okay.” Here goes. “I was hoping that I could see you tomorrow evening. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“Oh good! That was my thing, too! But, I have a plan. Have you ever been to a rodeo?”
“Yes. Of course I have. This is Texas.”
“I knew it. Well, I want to take you to a rodeo tomorrow night! When you come over, I want you to be wearing all the western stuff you have, and if you don’t have it, go get it!”
David smiled. He knew that rodeo season ran from spring to fall. Whatever this was, was not a rodeo. But he was sure, however, that it was going to be adorable and possibly hot as hell. “Of course. I’ll do my best.”
“Great! I’ll see you then!” Click. Jenna was gone. David continued his long walk to the bus station. Blaine had been an amazing friend, the way he had reached out to him earlier, giving him advice, addressing concern, showing empathy, but when it came time to give a ride, all of a sudden, Blaine was very busy. Today, David wasn’t bothered a bit. He had bucking, roping and riding on his mind.
When David arrived at the apartment, Jenna’s door was left ajar. A twinge of excitement rushed up his spine. He had no idea what to expect. He just thought, ‘please Lord, don’t let her be cooking barbeque.’
He swung the door open.
“Stick ‘em up!”
David stood still. He didn’t know what was going on. “Excuse me?”
Jenna spoke with as fierce and growly a voice as she could. Sadly for her, it came out sounding like a raspy cat that might have had a cold. “I said: STICK ‘EM UP!”
Her voice changed back to sweet, normal Jenna. “Also, could you please close the door and lock it behind you, thanks!” Fierce, sick kitty voice. “Now stick ‘em up!”
David closed the door while fighting a laugh. His baby was wearing a leather vest that covered her boobs, but not much else, and chaps, he thought. But he looked closer at her crotch. “Are you pant-less again?”
“I am Jenna the Kid! The most ruthless, gun-totin’, scoundrel-shootin’, bank robbin’ cowgirl that the wild, wild west has ever seen. And I’ll wear ass-less chaps over my bare bottom if I feel like it! You’re cuttin’ up a fine figure tonight, Mr. Conlon. I am going to need you to hand over your wallet, and your clothes.”
David slowly put his hands in the air. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious! I’m more serious than a bluetick hound in a hydrant garden.”
“I’m new at western expressions, don’t judge. But I’m not new at holdin’ up lily-livered, yella-bellied, sons o’ guns like you. Now take your clothes off!”
David wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do other than what she was telling him to do, but his fire was starting to burn, seeing her body in that tight, little costume. Jenna thought she had the upper hand, but David would turn the tables and enjoy doing it.
Out-gunned, temporarily, by Jenna the Kid, Dirty Dave Conlon began to take his clothes off. Ripples of lust warred with his natural reluctance to give up control. “As soon as you slip up, Jenna the Kid, I’m going to swipe your six-shooters and wale the tar outta you.” Stark naked, David put his hands up in the air. The muscles of his chest and stomach pulled tight as his arms extended above him. His cock, already hanging very low, began to elongate and stand in response to the attention that Jenna’s eyes were giving it. He saw her notice. He was hoping his dick would distract her just enough for him to strike.
“I don’t slip up so easy, Dirty Dave.” Then she saw his cock. It grew in front of her eyes. “Oh my god.” She almost dropped her gun. He flexed his kegel muscle and his rod jumped up for her. Jenna’s mouth dropped open and she began to lick her lips. David saw an opportunity and took it.
He leaped at her, throwing her gun to the ground. Jenna pushed him away, but not very hard. He didn’t move. She jumped back instead and turned to get some distance between her and her dueler. As she scampered away, David could see her cute, little ass bouncing as her legs moved her across the room. “You’re pretty fast, Dirty Dave. But can you out-wrangle THIS?” Jenna pulled a lariat from a hiding spot behind her and began to swing it in the air, with very poor form. “I’m gonna hog-tie you!”
David stood up tall, making himself as easy a target as possible.
She tossed the loop at him, and he kind of leaned into it, catching the rope with his head. Jenna squealed. “Yeah! Gotcha now!”
She ran to him and pulled the slack up. She started to wrap him in the rope, making coil after coil around his torso. When she had used most of the rope, she held up the end of it, and David could see that she was racking her brain trying to imagine how to tie it. He snickered and she held her toy pop gun up to his chin. “Don’t you laugh at Jenna the Kid.” Then she threw the gun down and starting making the end of the rope into cute little bows like shoelaces. She eventually bunched it up and sat it under her knee as she straddled him. “There’s no use squirming around, Dave. I’ve got ya wrangled. Now time for me to take my prize.” Jenna reached behind her and grabbed for his cock. When her fingers found it, she slowly wrapped them round it and stroked. She rubbed his shaft painfully slow.
“Jenna, touch me faster.”
“No. I tied you up. I get to do just exactly what I want to do with you.”
David growled. Jenna hummed her satisfaction. It wasn’t taking long for her plan to start working. She spread her legs wider. Her ass-less chaps left her pussy exposed save for just the curve of her bottom. As she opened herself, David could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her sex.
His cock answered with a vibrating little tremble. Jenna could feel it in her hand. “Is this what you want?” She rubbed the tip of his dick against her pussy lips, letting her cream coat the sensitive head.
Just the first inch or so of his member felt the warmth of her pussy but she never pulled it farther in. “Jenna, you’re killing me. Take it all in.”
“You are not being very patient with me. I’m not going to let you feel all of me until you learn to be grateful and respectful.” As she spoke, she felt David’s great strength as he tensed his muscles. She began to understand how easily he could get loose if he really wanted to. Her knee on the rope created a good-enough illusion that he wouldn’t pull at it, she hoped. But then again, she did want him to break his bonds. Jenna held him tighter and squeezed his cock in her hand. She let it slide in front of her pussy and used it to stimulate her clit. She bent his dick forward and moved her body up and down the shaft, so that the ridge of his head plucked at her pearl every time she slid up.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“When you get there, Cowboy, let me know.” Her challenge was met with a roar from her captor. She smiled and opened her vest. Her breasts fell out, jiggling in front of his face. . Jenna played with her nipples while looking David in the eye. She slid her fingers into her mouth to get them wet and then swirled them around her tit, causing her nipple to bulge with want. Her other hand slid down to her vagina and dipped inside. She slid it out and used the cream to slickly stroke his dick.
“Stop teasing me.” David’s voice was huge and harsh. It was resonant and deep. She could hear the power in the vibrations his voice caused in her chest and stomach.
David flexed his shoulders and threw his arms to the side, completely undoing the rope around his torso. Jenna yelped with excitement. He took his hands beneath her armpits, and she could see him flex his bulging triceps just before throwing her off of him. She flew across the room and landed on her couch, several yards away.
David stood, his posture as erect as his penis. He grabbed the rope and with two mighty strides, his body was towering over hers. She gasped. He took her hands in one of his and wrapped the rope around her wrists, securing one end between her palms. He tossed her hands to the side and grabbed her ankles. He took the other end of the rope and bound her ankles together. With the middle of the rope free, he tugged her up into the air. “This is hog-tying, and now, you belong to me.”
She couldn’t speak. Her excitement was mounting. He pushed her knees toward her face and parted her thighs. He put his head between her legs and tucked his body in the space between her stomach and ankles. With one hand, he held her knotted wrists behind her neck and when his body met hers, she felt his powerful cock knocking at the door of her pussy. “I am going to tease you like you’ve never been teased before, and then I’m going to fuck you until I fill you with my cum, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Jenna shook. This was better than she could have hoped for.
He penetrated her swollen folds. She groaned at the fullness. Her body made room for him always, but it still was a stretch. He leaned into her, pressing his cock as far into her as it could reach. When he was buried to the hilt inside of her, he began to rock his hip. With each thrust, his member pushed deeper past her limits than she thought she could take, but she loved every second of it. With this depth and at this intensity, and in this wicked game they played, she knew that she could cum any second.
He was feeling for it. This was going to be sweet, sweet revenge. Her body started to arc up. The heat swelled in her groin. She spoke through his kiss, “David, I’m going to cum.”
He stopped. He stopped pumping and kept perfectly still. Jenna’s eyes shot open. “Oh no! No! Please please please. I am so close. Please let me cum.”
“Not yet. You can cum when I say you can. Be patient. I need you to be grateful and respectful before I let you feel so good.” With a wicked grin, he used Jenna’s own words against her.
She thrashed around, but unlike David’s, her ties kept her bound. He smiled watching her beg for her orgasm. “Payback is a bitch. Isn’t it?”
Jenna’s mouth fell open. Her David had not used a bad word in front of her since she met him. And, this was certainly NOT payback. “Payback?! This is SO much worse than what I did to you!”
“Then let it be a lesson to you,” he stated matter-of-factly as he began to pound into her again. One of his hands drifted down to her hips. He tilted her toward him and pulled with his hand as he pushed with his pelvis, making her feeling of being taken and controlled even greater.
“Oh yes, David. Don’t stop.” He didn’t stop, yet. He watched her eyes closely. He paid attention to how her body responded to his possession. He listened to her mewls and whimpers. David didn’t want to miss the clues that would announce the beginning of her climax.
Jenna started to cum again. Her body began to flash. But, before her head popped with pleasure, he stopped again. “Heck, David! How did you know?” she panted.
David just smiled. “You belong to me now. I am in charge of your orgasms.”
Even though she had been denied her pleasure for a second time, an over-whelming feeling of belonging and trust washed over her. She adored hearing
him say that. She rose up to kiss him. He kissed her back, and during the kiss, as he noticed her body calming down again, he began to buck into her once more.
He let go of her wrists and she immediately put her arms around his neck and held him tight. She gasped her submission into his ear and he knew that she had given herself to him completely. With one hand, he played with her clit, and with the other, he pinched her nipple. Now that she was his, he was going to give her the best orgasm he could.
David pistoned into her harder and faster. He plumped her breast, milking the nipple, and at the same time he rubbed her clit – round and round. He started to breathe down her neck, spreading little kisses on Jenna’s smooth warm skin. As he loved on her, her body began to warm again and pulse with her heartbeat. Her breath became tiny groans and gasps. His baby was getting close.
He took his hands and wrapped them around her throat, collaring her. “You are mine, and this is for you.” He kissed her deeply, holding her throat and thrust as deep as he could. She exploded. It was like all three orgasms she had missed were added together to make this phenomenal feeling. It lasted. She screamed. Her shouts were not words, just pronouncements of pleasure. As her world lit up with fireworks, her body reacted to the pleasure she had received. Jenna’s pussy vibrated and her hips clinched. The stimulation did not go unnoticed by David. He was so focused on her pleasure that he had almost forgotten about his own. He had not realized how close he was. When her pussy sucked on his cock as she came, it was too much for him. He burst.
Jenna loved the feel of him surrendering to his pleasure. She tried to take a picture of this moment with her mind. Her body on fire from cumming, his seed spilling over into her, it was perfect.
They relaxed together, into each other. Even though they had worked so hard and pushed their bodies so intensely, and even though she was bound in a position that was not the most comfortable, they felt completely at peace. She cradled him close to her, her hands and ankles still in bondage. His head found comfort in the soft flesh between her breasts. They rested.
“Jenna, that was amazing. I have never been able to be myself like that before. Was that ok? Was I too rough?”
Jenna kissed him on the forehead. “Honey, there is nothing you have that I can’t handle. I wish I could say that it didn’t piss me off when you made me wait like that, but it was definitely worth it. Everything about it was perfect.”
David gave her a deep passionate kiss. “You are perfect. I never dreamed there would be a woman like you.” He spoke between kisses. “You receive me completely. You love what I give you. You are unreal.”
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