Respect
comes in many forms. We respect what a
person has accomplished; the way they
treat others; better yet we respect who they are as a person. Growing up we learn to respect our parents
and elders. I’ve gotten a lot of grief
over the years because I refuse to not put doctor in front of the surname of
people who have earned that degree. It’s
just who I am. The whole trend of
calling a teacher by their first name…don’t even get me started on how it might
as well be nails on a blackboard.
I know it’s
wrong, but I put people on pedestals. I
shouldn’t because I’ve had the enough examples of where they let me down, but
still I want the dream to be true. The
worst part is when I think they have the same brand of morals I do. When we seem so in sync with each other only
to find out it was all a lie. Sure we
share a few things in common, but the big ones…nope. Worst yet is when it crushes me like a
grape. Putting faith in someone is the
ultimate form of respect and love.
Believing in who they are and what they represent even when they aren’t
even themselves.
Even now
I’m writing under a pseudonym but I’m still myself, just the bolder a little
bit of alcohol stronger type of me. Through
Samantha I show the part of me that I suppress because it’s not what I’m
supposed to be like. So maybe I’m just
as bad as others…or maybe not.
In my
current work in progress, the third in the Arista University series, Winter
Break we have the spoiled Savannah Tripp who needs a ride home. Linc, Jace and Nash, three boys from her
hometown are her only option. The
problem arises because each of the guys have their own emotions for
Savannah. One lusts her, one likes and
wants to get to know her, and one loves her.
Savannah
has an opportunity to experience all three of the guys. Will she do them together or apart? Will she learn more about them and their
desires? The most important part of the experience
will be the honesty involved. As long as
each person knows where they stand they will have the option to enter into the
relationship or not.
Although
this is a work of fiction most people can at least understand the draw of
multiple people at once. This doesn’t
mean that it’s something I’ve been involved in or necessarily want to, but
because I push this to a sexual relationship I know I’m crossing lines that
most people wouldn’t do.
Like most
writers, I have fantasies or dreams, small experiences that I blow out of
proportion much like a fisherman who caught a three-pound bass, but over time
the story of reeling in the fifteen pound bass over thirty minutes forms. Erotica writers are no more likely to jump in
bed with multiple partners than horror writers are going to go on a killing
spree through the Midwest. Our muses
follow in the line of Erato instead of Melpomene…yes look them up they are real
muses names and well, Erato is the muse of love…Erato…Erotica…God sometimes I
love word origins. For those of you who
don’t want to use Google Melpomene is the muse of tragedy…melodrama. Okay back to the kinky sex.
Because the
great Erato likes to whisper in my ear does that mean that her tales are less
than Melpomene, no. It also means that
Erato has no control over my body. In my
first book that just came out Summer School we have Stacy who wanders into a
guy’s room and ends up having sex with both him and his roommate. Fantasy?
Reality? It doesn’t really matter
because all the people were informed.
Much like in my second short story Fall Sports. I’m exploring love and yes I could go into
long drawn out melodramas with love unrequited, but Erato speaks louder than
Melpomene to me, at least the bolder, mouthier, Samantha Pleasant.
Summer School
Stacy is waiting out the long weekend before
summer school begins when she sees her booty call walking across the
quad. Remembering a conversation they'd had about him being stuck in
summer school, too, Stacy realizes she's got an opportunity to make the weekend
a lot more satisfying.
When she gets to Harrison's door, she learns
his roommate, Len, is also in summer school. Harrison convinces Stacy that
Len's dead to the world and won't hear them having sex. Stacy wants
to say no but Harrison's smooth talk and soft touches overwhelms Stacy's fear
of being caught.
Lost in an orgasm, Stacy feels Len sliding up
behind her and a day between the two roommates uncovers hidden feelings for
Stacy both Len and Harrison had been trying to suppress. By the end
of the night, Stacy will learn more about her body, love and what can come when
two men's only desire is to please her.
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