Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

June 7, 2017
by asrai
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Once more

Sensations: fingers trailing over skin, soft caresses, deep pressure. Sweet kisses, gentle lips, flicking tongue, tasting, teasing, tempting. Kissing the backs of your hands, tongue to palm, lips to the inside of your wrists, up your forearms, then a  slow slide of the tongue along the sensitive skin.

The sexy rolls off your body, flows through your breath. I want to suck it from your lips, lick it off your skin. I need to taste you, feel you. Hear you.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.” My lips nibble from the hollow of your throat to the shell of your ear. “I love you.”

Your lips catch mine. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to give you pleasure.” I drop to my knees and pull up your shirt. I press my mouth to your navel, swirling my tongue inside. My hands push up your shirt and my lips follow. Your breasts are my shrine and I want to worship.

Lick, suck, nibble, twist, twiddle, pinch, and pull.

You taste like salt and spice.

You slip away from me, dancing out of my grasp, just beyond my fingertips. I reach for you but you push me away. “No, just watch me”

I still my body. I become transfixed on  your body, your movements, your emotions.

You lean back on the bed, one forearm braced behind you to support your upper body. Two fingers from  your other hand trace across your strawberry lips, then disappear into your mouth.

“I like when you tease me.” My voice is hoarse, I’m not even sure it’s mine.

Your arms slide out to the sides and your upper body flattens to the mattress.

You kick off your skirt quickly. Leaving you just your panties.

Your hands drift over the ample swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your belly, and the sweetness of your hips.

And slowly, the panties slip down until I see your honeyed lips. They pout sweetly at me, begging for a kiss. They glisten in the afternoon sun and I am in love all over again.

No matter how many times I lose myself between your thighs, it’s never enough. While your legs are clamped around my head, you scream, moan, pant my name, I always think “I need this once more.” But in the end it will never be enough. Maybe once more.

I move toward you. Once more scream my name.


Posting this on Wednesday, but joining in on the Masturbation Monday prompt. Check out more sexy stories at Kayla’s Masturbation Monday website.

 

 

May 10, 2017
by asrai
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The Chair: Masturbation Monday

Kylie sat in Brad’s chair. He wasn’t home yet. She usually knelt beside this chair, sometimes sat on his lap here. But she had never sat in it. Now she was.

She wiggled around in it. She imagined Brad kneeling next to her. That made her giggle. She pulled her skirt up around the waist. She trailed her fingers over her the crotch of her satin panties.

Her body hummed to life. She could have a little appetizer before Brad arrived. A small orgasm before he got here. She’d be wet and ready for him.

She lifted her hips and pushed her panties off. She wet her fingers with her tongue before pressing them against her clit. She moved in circles until she found the sweet spot, then she concentrated on that.

She heard the door open, but she was so close. A moan escaped her. She saw him in front of her, but she was so fucking close. She rubbed faster, harder. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her body.

She whined. He grabbed her chin and lifted her face to look at him. “You’re in my chair. And you didn’t even wait for me.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here for a while longer. At least another half an hour.”

“I left early. I would surprise you. But you surprised me and I missed the show.”

“I haven’t finished yet. I was so close to coming.”

“Were you? That’s a shame.” He pulled her hand up and sucked on her fingers. Fuck, that made her so wet.

“Can I finish now, please, Sir?” She pressed her lips into a small pout.

He let go of her fingers. “Strip down and start again. I want to watch.” He left the room and she took off her shirt and skirt. He returned with chair from the dining room and set it across from where she sat.

“All of your clothes, my beautiful slut.”

She stripped off her bra and panties.

“Ah there it is. Sit, please” He gestured toward his chair.

She sat again, feeling slightly self-conscious being naked in his living room, sitting on his special chair. The one he dominated her from so often.

“That chair is ruined,” he said. He picked up his phone. “Turn so your face is hidden. I want a picture.”

She turned and put her hands up on her face to obscure herself from his lens. The phone replicated the noise of a photograph being taken.

“Touch yourself my love. I want to see you come on your own fingers.”

She licked her index and middle finger then slid them over her clit again.

“Spread your legs. Put them over the arms of the chair.”

She followed his orders, keeping her eyes close. He was watching her with scrutiny now. She followed her pleasure and pressed against the sweet spot. She rubbed it fast and hard, wanting to get off quickly.

“Slow down. I know you’re a little frustrated. But I don’t want this to be over in a few minutes.”

She took a few deep breaths.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered a few times before her eyes focused on his.

“Do I look like I like what I see?”

She studied his face. “You do.”

“Then watch me watching you.” His voice was firm, almost angry. She bit her bottom lip, but kept her eyes on him while she masturbated for him.

“Come for me, my little miss slut. So impatient.”

“I know.

“Come for me on your fingers. Then I’m going to fuck you properly.”

“Help me, Sir.” She asked, looking up through her lashes.

“Kylie Anne, get yourself off.”

His voice made her tremble. “Order me again.”

“Little miss if you don’t get off Im going to spank you.

She pressed her fingers harder. His eyes on her was so hot, she exploded. She grabbed the arms of the chair to keep from sliding to the floor while her body shook. Her legs trembled the longest, but eventually everything cooled down. Brad lifted her from the chair and took her spot, then placed her in his lap. He kissed her cheek. “That was a nice welcome home.”



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May 4, 2017
by asrai
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Home coming

You’re home! I run to the front door and wrap my arms around you. You smell like sweat and travel. I don’t care as you turn and press me against the door, kissing me, your tongue invading my mouth.

Your fingers tease my nipple through my shirt. I stand on my tiptoes and rub my hips against yours. “I missed you.”

You grab my ass, pulling me against you. “I see. I missed you too.”

I wiggle my hands between us and release the fastener of your jeans. I drop to the floor, pulling our pants with me. I run my fingernails over your erection through your boxers; my fingers grab into the waistband and pull them down, freeing your half hard dick.

I guide it into my mouth, taking it deep. It twitches and grows on my swirling tongue. My mouth and hand slide along your length, up and down, back and forth. Deeper and deeper, pushing my limits.

Your hands grab fists of my hair. You hold my head and thrust into my mouth. “Fuck,” you grunt. You pull back and your dick flops from my mouth. You pull my hair until I’m on my feet. “Upstairs, on your knees on the bed.”

You kick your pants off and I run up the stairs. In the bedroom I shed my clothing, dropping it in the pile on the floor. You wait until I am on the bed as instructed: hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs spread apart.

Your hands grab my hips and you thrust into me. You hold me as you pound my cunt, fucking me the way I love it. I grab the blankets in my fists and arch my back, letting you thrust deeper.

The orgasm takes over my senses. All I can feel is the pleasure snapping inside me. Your orgasm barely registers as I melt.  My arms are too weak to hold me up and I collapse on the bed. You let me go and collapse beside me. You kiss me.

“Welcome home,” I manage.

“It seems so,” you reply.


I’ve been meaning to submit to Masturbation Monday for ages but keep forgetting until my Twitter friend said she was joining, it gave me the reminder to join as well.

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April 29, 2017
by asrai
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Interspiration April 2017

All links are NSFW unless otherwise stated. You can check out more of my links on my twitter account. Click the follow button the linked tweets.

Pillowcase bondage in case yours go missing or your forgot to pack them.

Squirting: one kinkster’s experience.

Top 10 sex questions answered.

Breakdown service part 4. oh yay!!

All about exhibitionism.

Wicked Wednesday: Lies lies and more lies.  Maybe he thought they were true at the time?

How to have an epic sex life when you are worried about catching feelings.

7 sexual topics to bring up at your next dinner party. Please invite me if you are asking these!!

What do your sexual fantasies say about you?

Despite her disobedience, Jessi’s clothing tempts Jake

Polyamory and unicorns. (somewhat safe. It is from the Guardian)

Can you sleep around and not get an STI? (mostly safe)

Guide to satisfying quickies.

Brad challenges Kylie to be a good girl.

How long does your afterglow last?

Why do people keep saying verbal consent isn’t sexy? It is. Get over it and ask. Ask often. Make it normal. 

How to host an orgy.

My life in his hands from

Oh man do I ever feel this. it’s not sexy. But you can feel it.

Rain and storms are my favorite weather. I grew up on the prairies. We don’t get a lot of rain.

Where is the g-spot?

Double the pleasure with mutual masturbation.

Maybe if I’m Good: Sexy Quickie

April 22, 2017
by asrai
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Dinner

This isn’t my first sexy quickie with Brad and Kylie. If you want to see their evolution you can check out these stories

Poker Game

Mr. Nash teaches Kylie about submission

Kylie plays the babysitter

Brad teases Kylie 

Brad makes good on his promise to Kyle


Kylie grabbed her water bottle to hide her shock. “Sorry, you said Brad Nash is coming for dinner?”

“Yes,” her mom said.

“Tonight?” Why hadn’t he told her? She emptied her water bottle, wanting to send him a text right now.

“That’s what I said. Was he mean to you when you babysat or something? I thought you loved his girls.”

“I did. It’s fine, my mind was somewhere else.”

Kylie leaned back on the sofa. She picked up her phone and sent a fast text to Brad. “Dinner?”

She got a smile emoji in reply. “You will have to be a good girl tonight.”

“I’m always good.”

“You’re always a brat. I want you to call me sir tonight. Not enough that your parents notice. And put on a nice skirt and no panties.”

Her pussy flooded at the thought. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Are you wet?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Yes.” Fucker. He knew how to turn her on without even being in the room.

“Good girl. Are you alone?”

“Sort of. I’m watching TV downstairs.”

“Go to your room.”

“Have I been a bad girl?”

“That remains to be seen. Are you in your room?”

“I’m going to do homework in my room,” Kylie called to her mom. She tried not to run to her room. She locked the door behind her and flopped onto her bed before replying to Brad, “In my room.”

“Put on some music.” Her video chat notification went off. She answered, but hissed. “I didn’t have time to put music on.”

“The threat of getting caught makes it hotter.”

“You should fuck me while you’re here then.”

“I wish. Later tonight. If I can get out of here early enough. You said you were going out right?” She turned her music on her computer speakers and her headphones in for the chat with Brad.

“Yeah,  I’m staying at Lindsey’s. As far as anyone knows.”

“Except me and Lindsey. I owe her a meal.”

“We do. You’d like her.”

“Would she be into a threesome?”

“I don’t think she’s bisexual. I can ask.”

“I’d like to see someone lick your cunt. Or fuck you from behind while you eat another woman out.”

“You’d like that.”

“Yes. Would you share?”

“Sure. I’m a good girl. I can share.”

“You’d share? You’d let someone suck my cock?”

“While I lick your balls. No she can do your balls, I get the cock.”

“You get what I tell you.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“That’s better. Are you rubbing your cunt?”

“No. Should I be?”

“Show me how wet you are.”

She wiggled off her pants and panties. She closed her eyes and put the phone between her legs.

“Use your fingers and open your lips. I want to see your clit.”

She spread her lips for him. Pleasure shot up her spine. “Can you fuck yourself while you hold the phone there so I can watch?”

She flicked her finger over her clit. “That’s my good little slut. I bet you taste amazing. Finger your cunt and then lick it off.”

She followed his directions, with a quiet moan. “Tell me how good it is.”

“Amazing, great. I wish I could taste it on your lips.”

“On the face of the other girl we are fucking. I’d like to lick your taste from her mouth. It would be super hot if I came inside you and then she ate you. She would taste like both of us at once.”

“That sounds hot.”

“So she’s sitting on your face, while you lick her cunt. You aren’t allowed to come until you make her come. And I am fucking my pussy.”

“I suck on her clit. Flicking my tongue fast against her.”

“Touch yourself,” he urged. She fingered her clit, slowly, wanting this to last. “Good girl. She’s got great tits. Almost as beautiful as yours. I’d love to come all over them.”

“I bet we each sucked one before we got to the fucking. I could lick your come off if you do that.”

“Did I turn you into a cum slut?”

“Yes, sir.” She moved her finger faster on her clit.

“That’s so hot. Don’t come until I tell you.”

“Please, Sir.”

“Not yet, my cum slut. Take your hands off yourself.”

“Sir.”

She dropped her hands, the orgasm so close she could taste herself. She lapped at her fingers.

“I’m going to shower and get ready to come over. I’ll be there in about forty minutes. YOu should wash up, I’d hate for anyone to smell your arousal, but you may not come.”

“Fuck.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“I’ll punish you for that later. No whining, sweetheart.”

“Sorry sir.”

“I wish I could smell you. See you soon.” He ended the call and she laid back on her bed. She set her books out on the bed so it looked like she was working. She went to the bathroom and wiped between her legs as gently as she could. She returned to her room and pulled a knee length skirt on. Then she used the time to study.

In a different world, she could run downstairs and kiss him in greeting. Maybe in the future. When they felt they were ready to share their relationship. She heard his voice and it made her wet again.

She went down the stairs. Brad was sitting in her living room, a beer in hand, talking to Dwight. He was in jeans and a button down shirt. He hadn’t shaved today and that was another drip of desire.

“Hello Ky,” Dwayne said. “Done studying?”

“Yes. I thought I’d better see if Mom needed help with supper. Hello, Mr. Nash.”

He took a swig from his beer, but she saw his smile. Their first night she called him Mr. Nash despite his protests. She wondered if he would punish her for it.

“You’re in your fourth year of university?” Brad asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“She’s top of her class.” Dwayne gave her a smile.

“You always were a good girl.”

“Thank you Sir. I better go check on Mom.”

She went into the kitchen. “Need any help.”

“Throw the salad together. You look dressed up.”

“I took a break from studying to try on outfits for going out tonight.”

“I thought you were going over to Lindsey’s?”

“We might go out. We haven’t decided. Maybe I was dressing up for Mr. Nash.”

“He is a good looking man.”

“We all had a crush on him when we were teenagers. We’d giggle about him at school. Did you ever date someone older than you?”

“Not that much age differences. Too much for me. You want to be a stepmom before you are thirty? No thanks.”

“That’s true.” Still, here she was, in love with someone with teenagers. If she and Brad decided to be a couple that’s what would happen. It was a frightening thought, but she wanted to be with Brad so much she’d deal with it. But after she graduated, the both agreed on that.

“Kylie,” Dwayne called from the living room. “Can you bring us another beer each, please?”

“Okay.” But only because Brad was in there. She set the salad bowl aside. She only needed to add croutons. She grabbed two beer from the fridge and took them to the living room.

“Thank you sweetheart, we’re being lazy. It’s nice to be waited on by a woman, eh Brad?”

“Thank you,” Brad said, as he took the beer. “I enjoy having my demands catered to.”

“You welcome, Sir.” She turned and left before anything more happened.

She finished the salad and they all came to the table. She was the youngest of her siblings, and Dwayne’s kids were at their mom’s for the weekend. So it was only the four of them. She sat next to Brad. Which was good, it was harder to stare at him when he was next to her.

She wished they could find time to be alone. A kiss would be nice. His cologne was making her wet. But it seemed unlikely.

After supper, when the dishes were done, they all four sat and chatted for a few minutes. Then she excused herself so she could get ready to go to Lindsey’s. She went upstairs. A few minutes later there was a knock on her door. She opened the door. Brad rushed in, closed the door behind him and grabbed her around the waist. He kissed her hard and fast. His hands reached down and slid under her skirt. He brushed his knuckles over her bare, sticky cunt. “Just checking. I have been dying to know all evening.”

“What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Using the bathroom.”

“There’s one on the main floor.”

“Your mom is in that one.” He shrugged. He rubbed her clit. “Did you get off after we talked?”

“I’ve been good, but dying for it.”

“Another hour. Then I can excuse myself.”

“I’m going to leave in about a half hour. I’ll go to Lindsey’s.”

He kissed her again. “I’ll see you in ninety minutes?”

She nodded. “Sure. You want to sync our watches?”

He snorted. “You’re lucky I love you. Or I’d punish you for every little smart remark.”

“I love you too. Can I put on underwear now?”

He kissed her cheek. “Yes. So I can soak them. I better go.”

“I better check the hallway.”

She stuck her head out. “Okay go.”

He crept down the hall to the bathroom. The toilet flushed a moment later, and he washed his hands. She watched him leave. Mr. Nash, her lover. Her love.


 

I am going to write a full novel of these two, eventually. They have a lot to explore. But first the spanking scene from a couple weeks ago is turning into a full story.

April 15, 2017
by asrai
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Like Melted Chocolate

This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

This is probably my favorite line I’ve written. It is from Complications over Coffee, the third book in Up in Flames series. I ran through it again to edit it and add some detail. It is available on Kindle Unlimited for another month. 

Nicole fluttered her hands. Crap, crap, crap. He was kissing her. She waited for days for this to happen. There weren’t many hours when she didn’t think about it happening.

She should stop.

She parted her lips for his tongue.

This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

While he kissed her, his fingers undid the buttons on her shirt. His tongue moved over her throat while he removed her bra.

He licked a nipple into his mouth. Nicole sighed. “Was that a good sigh?” he asked.

“Yes. It was the sigh of a woman who feels desired.”

Corey kissed his way down her rib cage; she could feel his strong fingers as they fumbled with the button of her pants. “You are driving me crazy on a regular basis. I can’t look at other women because—ah there.” He broke off his confession as the button slipped from the hole. He concentrated on pushing them down her legs.

Because of what? Because of her? According to everyone, even his best friends, he had a new woman every night of the week. It seemed his reputation might be grossly exaggerated.

“Because of me?” Her voice was hopeful.

“Because of you what?” He was busy, working her pants off her feet.

“You can’t look at other women.”

“Oh, yeah, I keep thinking of you.”

“Everyone would have me believe that you sleep with every woman you come across.”

“Yeah.” He stopped as he pulled her panties over her hips. “I’ve been leading everyone to believe that. Locker-room bullshit.”

“So you haven’t had sex with four women in the last week?”

Corey sat back. Nicole became vaguely aware she was half-naked on the landing between her entryway and living room. She’d never come down the stairs the same away again. She’d see the spot every time she came down to the main floor.

“I shouldn’t ask.”

“Since we’re laying here about to rub against each other, you have a right. I haven’t slept with any women since September. Except you the other day. Twice.”

“Oh.” Her eyes were wide. What was she thinking? He didn’t want her to think. That was the point.

“Yeah. I was thinking about licking your hot pussy until you come. Do you want to keep talking?”

That was direct. She nodded at him. “The first thing. But it doesn’t seem fair.”

“Fair? I’m not keeping score.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of mutual pleasure.”

His brows pressed together. Then his eyes grew wide as understanding sunk in. “Then ladies on top, I think.” He removed his pants as quick as he could and lay down on the carpet. When she moved, she’d take this piece of carpet with her.

She placed her knees on either side of his head. She took her time as she concentrated on wrapping her mouth around his cock.

She found it difficult to keep her movements smooth as he licked his way inside her body. His mouth was hot against her, as he licked, sucked and caressed her to three orgasms.

She was sure she would have had better luck with his pleasure if he hadn’t kept forcing her to stop. She only stopped because she feared she would pull him in a direction that wasn’t natural. Or she might catch him with her teeth.

Shortly, after the third time she shuddered, and her body was feeling too lax to keep pleasuring him, he pulled away. “Stop,” he panted. “I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

“All right,” she said and moved away. She wasn’t sure if she would have minded. This was the first time in her life that oral sex had ended this way. At least she thought it was ending. Maybe another time, she was too exhausted to think about it now.

He rotated his body, so he was face-too-face with her. He took her hand and wrapped it around his dick. With her hand, he rubbed himself until he came, all over her leg. It was warm, thick and sticky.

“Shit,” he said.

“Yeah.” They were still lying on the floor. “We could have probably taken it to a softer spot.”

“Maybe. This was great.”

“It will be difficult to be in this area without remembering. Who knew it could be such a hot spot?”

He kissed her cheek. “I suppose we should get cleaned up.”

She stared at him, waiting for the haze of desire to wear off. “Yeah. I have to get lunch. Do you want a sandwich?”

Corey nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He stood and grabbed his pants. “Geez, Nicole. I never knew you were such a kinky woman. Sixty-nine in the front hallway.”

“It seems you bring that out in me.” She stood as well and dressed herself. His come was sticky on her leg and she wasn’t sure she wanted to clean it off yet; if she washed herself, it might dull the memory.

April 7, 2017
by asrai
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It Was Always You

Ben and Selene’s relationship is complicated. Related by marriage, family by choice and luck. They were more than friends, but less than lovers.

Selene was everything pure and good in the world. She was love and light. She was his best friend, his only friend. She was the one woman he couldn’t have. So he kept his distance from her, but now he needed her.

When Ben showed up in her life again, Selene was hit with feelings she wasn’t supposed to have. She wanted to memorize the angles of his face, travel the length of his body with her hands, get drunk with lust on his taste again. She wanted to do so many things with him that weren’t allowed.

Now she’s working for him and living with him. Can they keep their feelings hidden from each other? Or is their love too strong to resist?

 

I am putting It Was Always You in Kindle Unlimited for the first three months. Then I may expand to wide distribution.

Amazon US | Canada | UK |

 

Excerpt

Selene watched over her shoulder and when she was sure he mom wasn’t looking she ran for the front door. She opened the door and stared him. She ran her eyes over him, hungrily, trying to memorize every detail in a moment. She realized she was staring and opened her mouth to say hello. The words stuck in her mouth and she did a weird fish move.

“Hi, kitten.” He gave her a crooked smile and she launched herself at him. He caught her into his arms and held her tight.

“Ben,” she whispered, pressing her face into the wool of his coat. “You’re here.”

He eased his grip on her but she held fast. “I am here. No more Uncle Ben?”

She let go of him and stepped back. She gave him a shy smile and shake of her head. Self-consciousness stole her words.

He patted her shoulder. “I guess you’re too old for that.”

He tipped his head to the side and raised his eyebrow. She realized she was frowning at him. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kitten.”

She wanted to snuggle back into his arms, to revel in his nickname for her. She wanted to sit with him and study his face until she had it memorized again. His eyes were exactly as she remembered. Soft, brown, full of kindness. He wore his hair longer and he wasn’t clean shaven, a stubble covered his chin and cheeks. She wanted to reach out and touch it.

Her hand moved up to do so, but she caught herself and played with her chain. She watched him as he took off his coat and shoes and put them in the closet. “You’re all grown up. A woman now.” He looked over his shoulder at her.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away. She clasped her hands behind her back. “Thank-you.” Did he see her as a woman when he looked at her? As an equal? What did it mean for their relationship if he no longer saw her as a girl?

“Where are Kim and Danny?”

“Mom is in the kitchen. Dad is watching hockey.”

“You’d think one of them would come greet his only sibling.”

“I wanted to see you.” She couldn’t help the little pout sneak into her voice. She wanted him all to herself. Want was too weak a word. She longed for him, needed him.

“Me too.” They stared at each other. “I should go say hi to Dan.”

“I had better return to the kitchen so I can finish cooking before I have to pick up Kent.”

He gave her one last smile then disappeared. She sighed and rubbed her hands over her face. She was wrong earlier when she told herself her feelings for him were more platonic. She loved him, capital L love. She would have to work on her imagination telling her he wanted her as well.

She could hope anyway.

He kissed her cheek and her heart twirled until it got dizzy and fell to its knees. She was pathetic. She didn’t care. Ben was here. He left his suitcase in the entryway and went into the house. She followed but took a right for the kitchen, instead of left for the living room.

Asrai’s notes:

After I wrote Just Say Uncle the characters would not leave me alone. The story felt unfinished. So I decided to add some scenes and emotions to satisfy myself, but it grew to 70, 000 words. And I knew a re-release was necessary. And then I found the picture. I had actually used a picture by the same photographer for Justin in Good Sisters Share.

By Olichel on Pixabay

When I saw this picture. I saw Ben sitting in his condo, looking out on the city, thinking about Selene.

By Olichel on pixabay

And this photograph where he’s staring at her. Tormented by his feelings for her, afraid he’ll corrupt her.

I deleted 10, 000 words from the final book, but I plan to sell them as a freebie in exchange for emails. It’s about Ben being forced to confront his trauma, and Selene struggling to support him.

You can see the rest of Olichel’s photographs here. She’s gorgeous as well.  I use her photos far too often on my Instagram. Her Instagram is here.

So the book became It Was Always You. And I love it. I love Ben and Selene. My favorite characters to date.

April 1, 2017
by asrai
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Failure to follow the rules

Image from pixabay.com user a348363899-862395 edited with pixlr.com app

“Fucking hell, Jessica. You can’t wear that to the office. This is a place of professional business.” Jake paced in the hallway. He stopped and looked at her low-cut shirt and skirt so short if she bent over, everything would be exposed. And he didn’t have a hope that her underwear covered everything. His cock jumped a little at that though.

He grabbed her wrist. “Ow,” she protested.

He gave her a look and she clamped her lips together as he dragged her up the stairs. He shoved open the door to her room and pulled her inside. He let go of her and stalked to the door. The slamming of the door echoed through the room, he imagined the house, but it was his house so he didn’t give a fuck.

“Put your hands on the desk.”

She stared him, her mouth open a sliver, her chest heaving.

“Put your fucking hands on the desk, Jessica.”

She swallowed and put her hands on the desk. He opened her closet and flipped through the clothing. He checked over his shoulder. She was watching him, but there was a slight tremble in her legs.

He warned her what would happen if she disobeyed, but ever the spoiled brat, she pushed the limits to see what he would do. He would do what he should have done in the first place, punish her. Her mother was no longer there to indulge her.

He tossed a white blouse and the longest skirt he could find onto the bed. “I guess I’ll be footing the bill for your new wardrobe.” He crossed the room.

“I’ll change. I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t, but you will be. I promised you I would spank you if you disobeyed. Here we are, it’s day one, and you fucked it up already, Jessica.”

“I said I was sorry.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Oh little girl. You have so much to learn.” He pushed her upper body down toward the desk.

He gripped the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down. He ripped the skirt down to her knees. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.  He was right about the underwear. He wanted to trace the thin strap across her lower back with his finger, or his tongue.

With a stifled groan, he adjusted his pants. He would have to take a few minutes to calm down after this. His stepdaughter had grown into a woman, and just like her mother she had a body made for temptation and sin.

He slapped his hand against her ass, making a good crack sound. She whimpered. He smacked her again, and again. He watched as her skin blossomed into a beautiful blush shade. As if it were embarrassed by her actions.

She went from whimpering to crying out in protest. By ten she was sobbing.

Her stopped and put his hand on her lower back. He wanted to run his hand between her legs and see if her body had any positive reaction to him. But that would cross lines, she would work for him among other issues. He didn’t need to complicate things like that.

“Get dressed, we’re late for work.”

He went to the door and exited the room. He closed it behind him and took a moment to lean on the wall and calm himself.

“Sir, Mrs. Richards would like to speak with you.”

He would catch hell for spanking her little darling, but he wouldn’t let her run his life anymore. She divorced him, and that was that. She wasn’t control of his life anymore. He adjusted his tie and straightened his cuffs before he pushed open her door.

March 25, 2017
by asrai
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Interspiration for March 2017

All links are NSFW unless noted.

How to create the perfect sexy playlist

Getting a grip

ElectraStim Sex

Freeze your genitals for better sex? Not for me.

Unicornland, a poly TV series. Must find this.

A lesbian sex story

 

Rate of orgasm by gender and sexual orientation. (safeish)

Blindspot heart eyes. OMG Jane and Weller angst is back!! I missed this all season. (safe)
 https://twitter.com/AlecMapa/status/834890599098507264

March 18, 2017
by asrai
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Create and share

I listen to a lot of business podcasts. I don’t know why but I’m drawn to small business advice and internet marketing. One of my favorite podcasts is The Fizzle Show. They recently had an amazing episode where they interviewed Ross Symons, who makes his living from origami which he started as a 365 day challenge on his Instagram.

Ross embodies focus but non-attachment to the outcome. He says in the interview when he started the 365 day origami challenge he focused on what he would fold next. And he extrapolated that his creative life as his origami took off into an actual business. If he gets stressed about money or the next gig or follower count, he refocuses on what he can control: the next thing he’ll fold and share.

Creativity in the modern world can be distilled down to two essences: create and share. As a creative you should be either creating or sharing. What’s next? Create something, then share it, after you share, create something new.

I had a bit of a meltdown about two things. One, mistaking attention for respect and using me for as textual masturbatory device, I get a lot of text equivalents of dick pics. Some people are very overt, and some are far more subtle and sneak past my defenses. I have terrible boundary setting skills; I don’t talk about it much, but I have some childhood trauma stuff and boundaries were not something I learned. I realized after the fact that my gut was telling me all this in the first place, but I ignored my body’s warning.

The second thing  is anxiety about my writing future. I worry about my mailing list numbers, my follower count, my sales numbers, I flip flop on buying ads. I want to make enough money so I don’t need a job, but when I read blog posts and listen to podcasts about selling more books it all seems like gimmicks, ads. And I don’t want to market or do gimmicks or ads, so maybe I have to resign myself to needing a job while I write.

I thought about quitting. But a friend said I have to write for myself.

As I was writing this, someone in a fan fiction community *cough*DragonAge*cough* posted complaining about high reads and low likes and comments.  And I said if you are writing for likes and comments, then you are likely to be unhappy. When is it enough reviews? Or comments? Or likes? Or shares? We will always want more.

If you write what you want to read, you’ll be happy. I may never become a full time author. But I will always create stories that I love.

So I’m going to keep writing. I’m going to focus on what I can control: creating and sharing.

In an ideal world, a blog post once a week, an IG poem 3-7 days a week, and keep making up stories and publish as they are done. I’ll give them away to my email list. And I’ll continue my search for a job. I wrote better, easier, less anxiety when I was working. (I’ve been a stay at home mom for 7 years, I’m currently a substitute educational assistant and if you all cross your fingers, I’ll return to that full time this fall).

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