1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) maybe a three.

2. Why do you write. Get lost in a world that’s not reality.

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? My dreams inspire most of my plot lines and my hormones the rest. Sadly I haven’t written in a long time.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? A lot.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? ~700p BSB fanfic that I wrote in the early 2000s.

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? The point of view. Although I find myself switching from passive to present 🤦‍♀️

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Structure, first chapter and dialogue. Pretty much everything

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Antagonist

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? All of them are different and difficult to write.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? erotica and romance

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? No one now

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. I don’t have one

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

  • LJ Smith Vampire Diaries back in the 90s I was obsessed with vampires!
  • X-men- Red Omega.
  • X-men -Gambit
  • X-men- Joseph (magneto’s clone)
  • X-Files. Krychek. That’s before the first movie.
  • Highlander tv series – Methos.
  • BSB

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? I don’t really write fandom anymore

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Vampire

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? No

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Daddy/little girl kink.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? I don’t remember

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? I don’t know

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? General fix

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) romantic. I wish I could write bromance because I love a good bromance in a story

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? Yes!

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? Prompt

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? One shots. Chapters kill my vibe!

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! I use to day dream a lot but not anymore

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? A fantastic psychological thriller that keeps people guessing to the very end. Or an inspirational piece.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? Various authors commented that I could be an author. I was so honoured.

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? I do well with criticism. I know I have to work on my writing. My writing style isn’t for everyone. I am continuously amazed by other people’s work and aspire to be just as good! It also doesn’t help when my interest in my writing is fading🤦‍♀️😂😢😬


Best friends were supposed to have your back, not stab you in it. or so the saying went.

I was finding it difficult to breathe. Hurt anger the conflicting emotions were crushing my inability to think coherently.

Adam and MJ’s affair had blindsided me. Truth was I hadn’t seen signs and the collateral damage to my marriage and children were devastating.

“Mother!” My daughter’s shrill voice interrupted my reverie. “I can’t believe he would bring that whore to my engagement party!”

I blinked and shifted my gaze to my daughter Astrid. Her fiancé Ash attempted to calm her.

“Don’t ssh me!” Astrid shrugged off his hands and glared at me. “Do something mother! That slut will ruin everything!”

I sighed, “don’t use that language, Astrid” I sipped my champagne. I stood and smiled at her and Ash “Just enjoy yourselves.”

I took another sip of my champagne for fortitude and made my way towards Adam.

I could hear the whispering, the pointed curious stares from guests. My stomach pitched dangerously.

I clenched my fingers into fists. I was not going to allow my humiliation ruin my daughter’s night.

MJ clung to my ex husband as if she were a climbing ivy. Her expression was of cool indifference. As if laying waste to her best friend’s marriage wasn’t much of an undertaking. A bloody coup d’état that was in-her favor.

Our eyes met.

she coiled her body into Adam’s. A seductive pose I had seen her use on plenty unsuspecting men.

I watched with somewhat satisfaction as Adam coolly detached her from himself and continued his conversation with Astrid’s soon to be in-laws.

MJ’s perfect features scrunched up into scowl and she tilted her head back to whisper in his ear.

His gaze searched the room for me and he smiled. “Becky” he stepped away from MJ towards me. “My god you look lovely”

I tried not to let his praise do things to my insides. I allowed him to kiss my cheek. “Thank you, Adam” I smooth my hand over his lapel “you look wonderful”

He did. The dark strands of hair was peppered with grey, was longer and touched his collar. He was getting more sun now that he wasn’t in the office as much.

“I was just telling Ash’s parents that they should come to our Hampton home this summer” Adam smiled “what do you say, Lewis? Maggie?”

Maggie tried to smile as she glanced at me then MJ.

I chuckled “don’t put them on the spot like that, Adam” I gestured Maggie to sit at a nearby table. “Of course you’re welcome to come to the Hampton House. It’s lovely in August.”

Adam hurried to seat Maggie, smiling at me as he guided me to a chair. Once we were all seated, MJ included, Adam took a chair next to me.

Adam placed his hand on my back as he conversed with the in-laws. He smiled at me “I have to give Becky credit. She raised our children. Put my head straight whenever I needed it. Now my daughter is getting married? How can I be so lucky?”

“Oh Adam!” MJ cooed “what wonderful kind words to say about your ex wife!”

Adam grimaced.

“I just love how Adam is so thoughtful and loving” MJ went on “why, just last night he made me a romantic dinner and he proposed!”

Silence fell over the table.

Maggie and Lewis were horrified as MJ held up her hand to show off her ring.

I could barely breathe as my skin grew hot from the overwhelming bombardment of emotions.

Was that the ring I threw back at him?!

Suddenly the silence was broken by a cacophony of noise.

“Dad! Tell me that it isn’t true!” Astrid exclaimed.

Adam lurched from the table. “Astrid, it’s not” he tried to assure her. He turned to me. “Becky I swear I wouldn’t have asked her to marry me!”

I knew without question Adam wasn’t lying. He never lied in our marriage, He never even lied about his affair. The sudden panic despair in his eyes confused me.

“Tell me you wouldn’t stoop so low as to steal my wedding ring!” I growled. My gaze shifting to MJ.

“You mean my ring!”

“You know I never noticed it before,” Adam spoke quietly “you always had to have whatever Becky had. You copied her style, her mannerisms.”

MJ was incredulous, “Me? copy her?! Are you kidding?! I don’t take style tips from a frumpy house wife who has no friends!”

“Stop it! You’re ruining everything!” Astrid cried.

MJ shoved Astrid aside. I caught my daughter and tried to console her.

“Becky your marriage was nothing if I stole your man, I fucked him in your bed, I did things you wouldn’t do! I stole your ring. He is mine” MJ hissed.

There was something in MJ’s eyes. Something that made me snap. Did she really believe I was beneath her?

“Don’t you ever look at me like that or I will kill you.” I screamed “Don’t you ever!” My hand connected with MJ’s face. Her head snapped to the side from the blow. She staggered backwards and fell.,


I’ve seen the way you’re staring at me when you think I’m not watching you. Tell me, what nasty fantasies do you hide in that pretty little head of yours?” Park Joong-Gil purred. His mouth hovered over my ear, his body crowding me against the wall.

I should have been afraid. The darkness emanating off him should have chilled me to the bones. Was he trying to intimidate me?

I fixed my expression into one of boredom. “I don’t think you would like to play with me, Joongi” I drawled. “I don’t think you can handle me” I pushed at his chest. It was impossible to move him. I pushed harder then slid under his reach to step past him.

“My name is Park Joong -Gil” he corrected. He seized my arm, hauling me around until I was pressed against him. “And I assure you whatever games you like to play, you will find I don’t tolerate cock teasing, unlike those boys you like to toy with”

My eyebrow rose. Well, this was unexpected. Was he angry or was he jealous? He was cold efficient. How much would it take for him to burn into ash? The thought did delicious things to my insides.

“Boy toys?” I pondered, “is that what they are called? This conversation is boring me” it was a lie. There was nothing boring about Park Joong Gil. He was lethal, he killed without remorse. his body lean and muscled from countless battles. Indeed the Grim Reaper was beautifully sinful in death, but would he be sinfully orgasmic in bed?

I wanted to ignore the way my body was reacting to him. How the heat of his body seemed at odds with the chilling aura resonating off him. Warming my skin, creating chaos between my thighs. I was becoming wet by being near him. This wouldn’t do. Not at all!

“Your mouth says you’re bored but your body says otherwise” Park Joong Gil crooned.

Without warning, Park Joong Gil slid a hand in my hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands. I let out a startled cry. Holding me still, he lowered his head til his mouth hovered over mine. “You are used to calling the shots,” his lips brushed once against mine. “Taking what you want, with no regard to your partner or any emotional attachments.”

As he spoke, Park Joong Gil’s mouth traveled along my jaw. Nuzzling my throat. My pulse quickened. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me.”

The idea of Park Joong- Gil touching me, dominating no scratch that! taking possession of me was an exhilarating thought!

My nipples ached to be touched, my clit begged for attention as his fingers followed where his lips tasted.

The hand in my hair anchoring me in place.

I struggled to keep my thoughts from scattering, to keep myself in control as he played havoc on my senses. His mouth found my nipple through my shirt.

I let out a gasp as he nipped it. The pleasure/pain was intoxicating.

My free hand crept into his hair. I felt him smile in male satisfaction against my breast. I yanked hard, hauling his face up to mine. The confusion, anger in his eyes coincided with lust. “It’s cute you think you can take me on” I whispered.

A feral grin flashed across Park Joong Gil’s face.

Energy cascaded around us like a waterfall. Darkness swallowing us both until I found myself no longer in Park Joong Gil’s arms but in a bed.

A huge bed.

An amber glow casted eerie shadows over the walls allowing me little sight beyond the bed.

Where was he? Did he just teleport me to his bed?

Satin and silk slithering up my arms and legs startled me. I jerked to free myself but it was impossible.

I was tied to either side of the bed.

Soft laughter came from the darkness. “I thought you might like the unpredictability” Park Joong Gil emerged from the shadows, shedding the last of his clothes.

My eyes widened, then raked over his body in appreciation. “Oh I assumed this is where I was going to be. How I was,” I glanced up at my restraints, “ending up? It’s sadly disappointing” I sighed in boredom, “really? Joongi! This is amateur hour”

Anger flashed in Park Joong -Gil’s eyes. “Amateur?” he echoed in disbelief. “how many times have you been tied up?”

I smirked, “Don’t ask if you dont want the number,”

“But they weren’t me.” he smiled impishly. “and you haven’t tasted what I can give you!”

~The Dark Side of me has awakened!


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When he find’s my indifference to his flirting amusing.

I did not need to see him to know he was out there.

Watching me.

My skin grew uncomfortably warm at the thought of him.

It was ridiculous really, the idea that in a sea of strangers, one man could completely unsettle me.

Perhaps it was out of curiosity I casually allowed my gaze to peruse the crowd in search of him.

He wasn’t hard to find. With many attending the convention, it was ridiculous to picture this man in service industry. He appeared to be the kind of man who buried people rather than give them a smile for free.

Denim stretched across broad shoulders the sleeves rolled up over his forearms as they crossed over his chest. Tattoos were inked over his dark skin. He wore his khakis tight, the material hugging his junk snug.


His lips kicked up and I realized he caught me gazing at his cock.

My face grew hot and I turned back to my presentation. Was i turning red like a schoolgirl? Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as I demonstrated the new taste of the month

I could feel his eyes on me, following every move I made. His gaze dropping to my lips as I spoke. Then lower to the white standard blouse that suddenly felt too small. My nipples hardened.

He licked his lips.

Fuck me.

I stumbled over my words, and a smile broke across his face. To my disbelief, he mouthed “anytime.”

I was speechless. I gripped the microphone, unable to find the words let alone remember the rest of the presentation.

Was this guy for real? Was he flirting with me while I was in front of hundreds of people?!

Embarrassment turned to anger. Glaring daggers at him, I ended the presentation. I marched off stage shoving the microphone at the sound technician.

I barely got passed the stage when he was there. Cutting me off. I took a step back.

“Why have you been following me?!” I clapped a hand over my mouth. Did I really say that.

“Following you?” He echoed. He tilted his head to contemplate his answer. He scratched the back of his neck “you intrigued me”

I was astounded. I burst out laughing. “Me? Intrigued you?”

The mischievousness fled and in its place something awakened. His eyes darkened, “yes, you did” he murmured “and I can’t wait to prove to you how”

“I don’t even know your name”

“It’s Cecil”

During the week long convention I found myself being Cecil’s prey. Every time I would attempt to avoid him he was there.

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.” He all but purred in my ear.

Cecil cornered me in one of the displays. His body crowding me into the counter. “I love how your skin turns so red whenever I compliment you,” he stroked my cheek. “I must admit I like flustering you, especially since you deserve to be told how gorgeous you are.”

-an excerpt from a dream


The dark clouds rolled, unleashing their fury with thunder and rain. The sharp crack of lightening made me jump.

M’s hands came down on my shoulders to offer comfort. I didn’t need to see his face to see how he was not happy with me.

“I don’t think you should do this. Taylor is already agitated by the storm coming and if he senses your fear” M lowered his voice so only I could hear.

I turned from the window. I glanced at my lover then to the huge 6’4 teenager that paced anxiously in the foyer.

I smiled. “I will be fine. Taylor won’t hurt me” I assured M. I pulled away.

M scowled. “I just don’t understand why you won’t let me come with you.” He protested. “It could be dangerous.”

I shook my head. I was worried about the danger going into the storm, as well. Taylor was towering giant. His strength was immense when he was afraid. Yet it was his capability for unyielding compassion is why I knew he could do this. To help another who needed us.

M tucked his hands in his pockets and watched as I tried to tame my dark curls into a pony tail. It was when I was shrugging into a light weight jacket that he realized I wasn’t staying.

“Taylor Had to deal with deep rooted trauma. Being shipped from Foster home to home, no one could deal with his outbursts or his odd behaviour from his abuse.” I whispered. “Can you imagine how alone he felt and neglected?”

M rubbed the bridge of his nose. “He made so much progress with us, I don’t want to see him regress or you go through that pain again. Taylor has been so happy…”

I froze. M’s words sinking into me. I couldn’t hear the rest of M’s reasoning. Emotions swelled within me, threatening to choke me.

“Us?” I echoed.

M made a disgruntled noise, scowling. “What do you mean by that? Of course, I consider Taylor to be one of my sons,” M’s answered coolly. “My boys adore him. Don’t try to distract me! Taylor improved dramatically since he was us. I still can’t believe that yahoo of a Quack diagnosed him with autism! Useless twit!”

I struggled to keep control, blinking back tears. All this time I had believed that M had allowed Taylor to stay out of obligation to me! Did he truly care for him too?

M pulled his hands out of his pockets and reached for me. “Come on, did you really think I was some heartless guy who would make you choose between the man you love,” he chastised roughly “or the kid you grew to love? You want the both worlds I will give to you. I will do everything in my power to protect Taylor!” He kissed my forehead “I love you. I love that kid.”

“Dad?” Taylor’s child like voice startled us both. I blinked wiping my tears away.

“Hey kiddo,” M grinned, “did you get your raincoat on?” He adjusted the hood on Taylor’s jacket.

Taylor’s face was pale and drawn. “I’m scared, dad”

M swallowed hard. He glanced at me. “He called me dad”

I was wide eye, “Taylor, he is not your dad” I hugged Taylor “do we know what his name is?”

Taylor shook his head, “no, they said I am part of the family. I have brothers and I am to call him” Taylor pointed at M “dad like they do and call you mom”

Regaining his composure, M chuckled. “My sons thought he was confused on why they could call me dad and he didn’t” he explained. His expression softened. “Dad will be here when you and mom come back, ok champ?”

The rain was relentless when Taylor and I arrived at Taylor’s former group home.

Taylor began to rock in his seat, his fear almost tangible.

My chest tightened. My heart broke seeing him so distraught. “It will be ok Taylor. I am here.”

“No” Taylor whispered. His rocking became faster. “No. No. No” his head whipped to the side and in the moment he saw his reflection in the glass. Rivulets of rain trickling down the glass, distorting his image. He clapped his hands to head and began to scream.

“Taylor!” I grappled with him. “Taylor look at me!”

“No no no” he screamed. He tried to push me off him.

“Taylor” I hugged him, holding him close. Humming softly, I let him cry. “You are so strong”

“I am not” came the furtive reply sometime later. “I cried like a baby.

I kissed the top of his head. “It’s ok. It’s ok to cry. I cry”

“Does dad?”

It was strange to hear him call M that. “Yes I believe he does”


“It’s ok to cry when we are happy sad or hurt” I whispered “you were hurt, Taylor. Sometimes people forget about it so they don’t have to deal with the pain. It’s ok too”

“Like me”

I smoothed another tear from Taylor’s cheek. Taylor’s abuse had been so horrific that it left him brain damaged with the mentality of a 7 year old trapped in a 19 year old body. “Yes just like you”

Taylor smiled, “I was afraid.” He sniffed “but I am not anymore”

I kissed his forehead “you are brave. Now we need to be brave for someone else too”

Taylor’s features became somber. “Someone is hurt”


“Like I was”


“And you are helping them” Taylor’s voice trembled.

“Yes” I was dreading the next few moments.

“Like you helped me”

I nodded. “Do you know why you are with me, Taylor?”

Taylor wiped his tears. “If the kid sees me they won’t be scared. I need to be brave like Super Man”

His understanding of the situation was astonishing. “I won’t be scared anymore, mom.” He unbuckled his seat belt. “I promise. Come on” he opened the car door as lightening zigzagged across the sky. “Don’t be scared, mom”

I smiled “I won’t be”


“Love you?!” I laughed incredulous disbelief. The rage that burned deep inside threatened to spill as I gazed into Kit’s eyes. Slowly My Glamour cracked, the embers of magic snapping upon the air. The fiery ashes singed as my true self emerged.

“Are you mad? I loathe you! Being near you sickened me. I kept reliving the moment you took my Beloved from me! I thought I would go insane from not killing you,” I hissed.

Recognition slowly dawned upon Kit. The colour draining from his features, he made an attempt to escape. Only to stumble over his feet.

I was upon him in seconds, straddling him while my fingers dug into his temples. Through my rage fueled adrenaline I could feel his hummed through his veins. It was almost intoxicating. My eyes met his.

Sensing my intention, Kit became enraged. “No this is mine! You will not take it from me!” He shouted. surges of magic pounded through me, hot flames licking at my skin.

I smiled. Then dug my fingers deeper. Kit growled. His fury Intensified his energy.

“Yes. Give it all to me” I breathed. “You stupid fool haven’t you got a clue?”

Confusion warred with panic on Kit’s features, He clawed at me, trying to find leverage. “It’s not impossible. You can’t be!” He cried.

“Isn’t it wondrous?!” I threw my head back and laughed hysterically. Then I looked upon him. “The irony?! You killed innocents for the power I am siphoning. You wanted to be immortal. A God?” I sneered. “I am a God killer. “

Kit snarled.

“Think of this as a mercy killing.” I leaned down so I was a mere breath from his lips, “you took my beloved. Now I will take everything from you.”

Kit’s cinnamon brown hair slowly lost its lustre, the strands falling in wisps on the ground. “Wait wait what’s happening?” Kit protested. His skin slowly leeched of colour, his cheek bones sharpening.

Kit began to howl in pain as his bones cracked and broke, his body twisted beneath me. Shrivelled up into a hideous monster, his face barely recognizable, Kit was the epitome of everything he loathed.

“instead of protecting those you love you destroyed them. You coveted what you could not have and for that? This is your punishment.” I whispered. “You will relive every cherished moment, you will relive the moment you sought your power then you will relive this moment. Every slow agonizing minute of it. then time will rewind itself and begin anew.”

Kit tried to speak.

“You will never know happiness, only pain. Children will run from you in fear. You will never know love. Women and men will be disgusted by your touch. Your atonement will never be reached. You will beg to die but you will spend your immortal days confined to this hell you have reaped upon yourself.” I rasped.

“No please” Kit croaked

I climbed off him. “It will be done.” With one last pitying look upon his quivering misshapen form, I walked away.

-my dream about taking revenge after my lover was killed. Kit looked liked Voldemort in the end lol


The night started out innocently enough. Keep his eyes closed. No talking. Just enjoy the moment.

The back rub Bex offered eased the tension in his muscles.

“That feels wonderful!” He sighed with a appreciative groan. Then a thought occurred to him. “Have you done with this with your other lovers?” He asked.

He couldn’t see her smile but heard it in her voice. “No. Now be quiet. Or I will stop!”

Mason clamped his mouth shut.

Her touch gentle but firm. Her lush curves pressing into him. She smelled of soap, roses and arousal. he could feel her breasts pushing into his back. For a moment he thought of nothing but rolling her under him and burying himself deep inside her.

“Turn over” she murmured.

Mason smiled “as you wish”

He was tempted to peek.

Her hair was coming loose from the bun atop of her head. Her robe was parting revealing large breasts tipped with shell pink nipples.

If he moved just right, he thought. His chin nudged her breasts. Opening the robe further. Her nipple grazed his lips. She gasped.

“No peeking!” She chided.

Mason chuckled. His eyes closed. “How could I resist with that sight in front of me!”

Bex grumbled, and pressed hard on his collar. Mason closed his eyes begrudgingly.

Moment’s passed. Bex’s firm touch on his shoulders and arms were now feather light caresses on his chest.

Her body shifted, he tried to stifle his groan when her breasts brushed over him.

He felt the heat of her breath on his skin, her mouth hovered over the ridge of his public bone.

The whisper of her lips taunting him. Oh the things he was going to do her, he thought grimly.

In response, his cock flexed. Her soft chuckle did things to his insides.

Beads of perspiration dotted along his forehead. How long was she going to torture him? To make him wait.

“You open your eyes and I will stop”

Mason curled his fingers into the bedsheets.

Her fingers were slick with warm oil, sliding up and down his cock.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Bex pumped his cock, flicking the tip with a finger. The unexpected pain coincided with pleasure.

“You will pay for that!” He panted. He reached for her. Slicing his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.

Bex protested weakly as her hair came undone. “Oh no”

Her petulant expression made him chuckle despite the hunger raging throughout his body. “Fix it later,” he told her “I want your mouth on my cock”

Bex pouted. “I am in control not you”

“Oh yes,”he agreed. “You are always in control.”

Bex regarded him with a pout. “Then stop topping from the bottom!”

Mason couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. He pulled her up against him.

“I need a moment” he wheezed. “Then we can start again”


He was standing by his lifted ford truck. My heart quicken. Cowboy hat, dark beard covering a sharp jaw. Broad shoulders and leans. Tight as fuck Levi Strauss jeans that had no business clinging to a man’s junk!

Still as handsome as the day he walked out of my life.

I was so screwed! Damn my luck!

“Here you go!” I chirped ever so sweetly.

He greeted me with his “Howdy Becky!”

I handed him his coffees. Black. 2 sugar. Double Double. 2 cream 1 sugar. 2 cokes.

Drinks I already made and given to his new girlfriend! apparently his girlfriend was incapable of walking and thinking at the same time! She had tripped and spilled the coffee.


He stared at me then the drinks I held out for him. “What is this?”

I frowned. “What is what?”

“That!” He gestured to the tray. The beverage tray appeared to be cherry wood instead of styrofoam it was made out of.

“A beverage tray” I explained slowly.

He made an impatient sound. “Since when have had you used drink trays?” He shook his head and started to take the drinks out of the tray to hand them to his girlfriend.

He paused to look at the coffee labeled “double double” then shook his head. “It’s like the 8 months we dated I never really knew you”

His words stung. He was the one that left me! I could feel tears gathering.

“It’s like I dated a monster!”

I forced a smile. “It’s called being civilized,” I managed “something your too Americanized ass wouldn’t know about!”

We stared at each other one more time. He grinned “Jesus Christ you still got a mouth on you” his eyes suddenly heated, his body shifted as if he remembered my mouth used to drive him crazy in all the right places.

I lifted my chin defiantly “you ain’t having my mouth back” my gaze flickered to his little side piece. “You have your salad and grill chicken”

He threw back his head and laughed “ah Becky, why would I want some appetizer when I could have a full course?”

“Ask yourself that. I don’t do somebody’s leftovers!” I pivoted on my heel and marched back inside the restaurant.

  • if a Canadian and American dated in my dream. And he looked like Rip from Yellowstone!


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“This is a bad idea” he whispered. “but I cant help myself . Some part of me had been hoping you would take my hints. I had no idea just how oblivious you were, though.”

I stared at him questioningly. His words left me confused. He took a step towards me. He pulled me closer.

“You have been on my mind, I go to bed and I think of all the ways I want to fuck you,” a smile tugged on his lips when I blushed at his words, “to make love to you. So yeah, its a bad idea” His head lowered. His breath teased my trembling lips.

His name was a protest and it died  on the tip of my tongue. The heat of his blue eyes seemed to scorch through me. Igniting every cell in my body. “Doesnt seem like a bad idea to me” I managed.

He chuckled. “I warned you”

His mouth came down on mine. Hungry. Leaving me breathless.

The world fades, and it was just him. The touch of his hands on my body. The taste of him on my lips. My heart beat roaring in my ears.

He slowly lifts his head and he smiles down at me. His fingers raise up to stroke my hair away from my desire filled eyes. “You are not the shy girl I once knew” he teased. “Good”




Friday night found me bored and listless. I decided to go to the movies. They were showing a classic 80s movie. Some Kind of Wonderful.

Finding a seat in the back row, I settled down with my drink and candy.

“Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here”

A woman’s voice startled me. I turned to find A young woman gazing at me hopefully. She was college age, wearing a pale green sundress that flattered her slender form.

Her lower lip tugged between her teeth. Errand strands of blond hair escaped her messy bun, framing her heart shaped face.

“Um no,” I replied with a smile.

“Thanks! My name is Elodie” she dropped down into the seat beside mine. “You’re Becky right?”

I blinked. “How did you know my name?” I asked warily.

I glanced around the theatre, nervously. We were the only ones seated.

She smiled. “This might sound kind of weird,” she looked away as if she was too embarassed to admit how she came by my name. “Oh gosh!” she covered her face and giggled like a little girl.

My wariness gave way to annoyance. I didnt find coy behavior cute. “Ok I think I am going to go.” I began to rise out of seat.

“Oh please dont!” she grabbed my arm, almost panicked. “Its taken me some time to get up the nerve to talk to you!”

Talk to me? What was she talking about? I wasnt some infamous influencer. I was far from it! I shrugged off her hand.

“I am the one that sent you a picture of me in my thong” she blurted out.

My mind raced. That had been days ago. The picture was of woman seated in a chair, wearing nothing but a green thong.

Now I was beginning to get creeped out. “You follow me on my instagram?”

Elodie nodded. “And your blog. I really enjoy reading it. Your so multi-faceted.” She twisted in her seat raising the armrest between us. “I love your stories. Especially the one where the girl approached you and you fucked her!”

I could feel my cheeks turn red from the uncomfortable heat from her praise. “Gee thanks.” I managed. 

“What do you want Elodie?” I asked. Did I really want to know? She could be some crazed reader. I silently laughed at the idea of having an obsessed stalker.

The theatre darkened and the trailers began. Elodie seemed even bolder by this. She leaned closer, I could smell her perfume the mint of her toothpaste on her breath. “Do you think maybe we could..” she cleared her throat. “Do you think you could…”

I frowned still not catching on to what she was eluding to. “Do I think I could do what?”

“My boyfriend promised to be here, but he is running late.” Elodie inhaled sharply. “I have had this fantasy of you eating me out..”

To say I was stunned by her admission was an understatement. I was speechless. “What?”

“He hasnt given me an orgasm in ages.”

I was being pranked. I laughed nervously. “What?”

Elodie slowly hiked up her skirt. My eyes widen at the sight of her thong. The one she wore was shell pink.

Do you like what you see?” Elodie purred.

The silk indentation clung to the folds of her pussy. My mouth grew dry as I realized what was going on.

“Every time I would read your blog I was thinking of all the ways I wanted you to fuck me. It got me so wet. I couldn’t help it” she ran a finger along her slit, pulling back the fabric so I could see her pussy. “I had to find you. To beg you. To do whatever you wanted.”

My heart kicked hard in my chest. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Her words made me tingle over, I shouldn’t be reacting this way. It was too crazy, but my traitorous pussy was dripping at the thought of making this stranger cum.

I kissed her. She was eager. Letting me taste her lips. The strap of her sundress fell off one shoulder exposing one of her breasts. I smiled. She didnt wear a bra. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. She squirmed when I licked her nipple.

“Hmm” she giggled, “Becky that tickles.”

my  hand slid between her thighs, her skin was soft. I covered her pussy with my hand palming her gently. She rocked against me. Panting in my ear. And fuck… Was she wet.  I rubbed her clit.

“Yes” she panted.

my fingers  slid to her hole and I  slipped two fingers inside and the moan… my own juices soaked my panties. I finger fucked her. She was sobbing softly in my shoulder as I found her spot. She jerked, I saw her eyes widen.


I smirked. I hooked my fingers and began to give her a rough ride. Reaching down with my other hand to rub her clit. Elodie’s back arched in her seat, her head flinging back as she hunched against my hand. 

The first squirt of her cum soaked my fingers, dripping over my hand. She clamped her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream. She squirted a couple more times. She sagged in her seat, almost boneless. 

I chuckled at the stupid silly satisfied smile on her lips. I took her by the hips, moving her til she was laying back across two seats. one foot on the head rest the other on the arm rest.

This left Elodie open and wide. I smiled at the sight before me. Elodie struggled to sit up, juice trickling down her ass seeping into the movie seats. She froze.

“Oh my god, he is here!” Elodie gasped when I lowered my head between her thighs. Yet even she protested weakly, her hips lifted off the seat to push her pussy into my face.

the first swipe of my tongue against her clit made her convulse against my face. I licked and sucked her pussy. She rocked against me then her hands went to my head to hold me still.

Elodie rode my face, my mouth, while my tongue lapped at her. “Oh fuck Becky!” she sobbed, her body shaking as her orgasm seized her. “I’m cumming. Yes!” when her fingers slowly released my hair and fell to her side. She tried to sit up as I moved away. 

I giggled wiping my mouth as Elodie’s man approached her from the end of the row. Elodie fixed her shoulder strap and pushed the hem of her dress back over her thighs. She was still trembling from her orgasm. 

“Babe!” her man exclaimed,hugging her. He frowned finally noting her disarray. “Babe are you ok?” he asked in a hush tone.

Elodie nodded. “I was just choking on my candy” she managed.

I tried not to burst out laughing. 

Her man sniffed, his brow wrinkling in confusion as he glanced around. He began to lower himself to a cumsoaked seat. Elodie tried to stifle a gasp as he wiggled himself into a comfortable position. “Babe why is this seat wet?” he asked finally noticing.

“I spilled my pop” I offered. “Sorry buddy” I gestured to my pop cup.

Elodie’s man scowled and moved to the seat on the other side of Elodie. 

“Enjoy your movie.” I smiled.

“Thanks we will” Elodie smiled.

-this was inspired by a woman who indeed sent me a photo of herself in a thong on Instagram.  I have no idea why. huh.