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.
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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