My Sexy Saturday, week 41

Welcome to week 41 of  the 'My Sexy Saturday' blog hop!  For those of you who don't know what 'My Sexy Saturday' is, it is a chance for writers to share 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of a published work, or a work in progress, based on a different sexy theme each week.

This week the theme is 'My Sexy Rebellion', and my excerpt revolves around India, 'rebelling' by standing up for herself against her family.

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James hadn't expected Holly to cry when he said he wasn't going to be staying there that night, but he promised to come back with a special treat for her and that seemed to stop the tears. The trip to the city seemed to take longer than usual but in reality it hadn't been... he just badly needed to be with India and that seemed to make the time drag. As he drove down the now familiar street that India's house was on, he realised that he had no idea what he was going to say to her family, he also had no idea what type of reception he could expect. When he parked outside India's house he took a few deep breaths before getting out of his car and walking up the front path. Stopping when he got to the front door, he took another few breaths and then knocked. India opened the door almost immediately and when she saw him she threw herself into his arms.

“I'm so glad you're here,” India said and he quickly realised she was crying.

“I couldn't not come,” James told her and held her tightly while she cried, her tears making one patch of the shoulder of his shirt damp.

“I can't be here,” India whispered and looked at him miserably.

“You want to go to my house for the night?” James asked and India nodded then shook her head.

“Yes... tonight... but... is it still okay if I spend Christmas with you?” India whispered and James nodded.

“Of course it is... Lily told me before I left that if you wanted to come back with me that's fine,” James reassured her.

“I think I'm being unreasonable and maybe a little selfish, but I cannot handle spending Christmas watching THAT woman being all affectionate with my dad... and my sister is already bitching at me about the state of my house, the state of my diet, and the state of my life in general,” India whispered, and he could tell how emotionally drained she was.

“You want me to come in when you tell them, or shall I stay out here?” James asked.

“Come with me... please...” India begged and he nodded.

“Let;s do it... then you can pack and we can escape to my house,” James suggested and India nodded in agreement, before leading him inside. James felt uncomfortable when they went into the lounge and everyone stared at him. He squeezed India's hand and smiled encouraginginly at her.

“Um you guys, change of plans. I am not going to be spending Christmas here. I am not comfortable having the woman who is trying to take mum's place spending what used to be such a special time of the year with us,” India started, before turning to her sister. “Crystal, I feel like I'm constantly being judged when you are here and I know now that I don't have to put up with it, especially not in my own house. I know that my life is different from yours but I am happy and I happen to love my life... I will not have you telling me my house is a mess and that I'm fat and unhealthy. I may be all of those things compared to you, but really I'm a normal person,” she said, her voice shaking. India turned to her dad and continued, “Dad, I love you but I don't want to spend time with you with Clare around, it was just rude of you to bring her for Christmas and I guess it's my fault for not saying no when I really wanted to, but that's not the point,” she said emotionally. “I am sorry you've all come all this way to spend Christmas here but it's not going to happen. Clare's parents are here and I know we were all invited to their house so you might as well go there. I am sorry, I know you will all hate me for this, but I need to put myself first for once. I am going with James and don't plan on coming back for a few days. Maybe we can try again next year,” India finished, sounding more confident than she probably felt.

“What the hell, India?” Crystal exclaimed, and India shook her head.

“No, I'm not explaining myself. I am going to pack my bag then I am going with James. You guys can stay here tonight, but I won't be here,” India said calmly.

“You're not even going to introduce us to the man who has ruined our family Christmas?” her Dad asked and India laughed in a way that James could only describe as evil.

“That would be you dad, that would be you,” India retorted. “Everyone, James... James, everyone,” she muttered, getting the official introductions out of the way. India's sister stood up.

“We don't have to put up with this... I hope your Christmas is shitty and your life is the same... Come on Jake, we'll go and check into a hotel,” Crystal said and her husband stood up then followed her down the hall toward the bedroom they were obviously sleeping in.

India led James down to her bedroom and then collapsed on the bed and started crying. James held her and stroked her back while she cried all the tears that needed to be released, afterward she looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“I can't believe I basically just told my family to fuck off,” India sighed.

“I think you did what you needed to do... and you were right when you said you need to put yourself first... you DO, and you just did. I know it won't mean a lot, but I'm proud of you,” James told her soothingly.

“I don't know if it's a bad or a good thing that I don't feel guilty about it,” India commented and James kissed her on the forehead.

“I think that is all the proof you need that you did the right thing,” James suggested and India nodded.

“Perhaps,” she replied and cuddled up to him.

“Come on... let's get your stuff packed and we can go back to my house or straight out to the beach, whichever you prefer,” James said and India smiled at him.

“Do you think your family will mind if we head back there tonight?” India asked. “I just want to get away from here... my house, this city,” she added.

“I will text Lily and let her know incase they are planning on some pre-Christmas public living space sex,” James joked, knowing that in her 'condition' there was going to be no way Lily was going to be doing THAT, but still they weren't expecting him back so it was the polite thing to do.

While India packed her bag James texted Lily saying 'More drama going on than I realised, is it okay with you if me AND India come back tonight?' and Lily replied a few minutes later saying 'That is fine, is she staying for Christmas?'. James replied, 'Yea for Christmas if that is okay' and when Lily replied a couple of minutes later saying 'Yay, I can't wait to meet the woman who has made you so happy!' he showed India the text and she smiled at him.

“Your family has already been nicer to me than mine this Christmas,” India mused and James smiled at her.

“My family hasn't had their lives turned on their heads this year though,” James reminded her and India sighed.
“I guess so...” India agreed and when they heard the front door slamming she sighed again. “I presume that's my family clearing out,” she commented and James took her in his arms and held her.

“We can deal with your family later, but how about for now we try and concentrate on having a good Christmas and a nice week away together,” James suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” India replied and reached up on her tip toes so she could kiss him.

My Sexy Saturday, week 38

 Another My Sexy Saturday is upon us!  'My Sexy Saturday' is a blog hop, which gives writers a chance to showcase 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of their work, whether published or in progress.  Each week there is a certain theme for the blog post.

The theme this week is 'Let's Get Sexy On', and my excerpt is another from my work in progress, featuring Jenna and Lucas... I have posted about them quite a lot on my blog, because I love the characters!

This is very early on in the story, and is really the first glimpse we get of what Lucas is like in private.  As the story goes on we find out exactly why it is he is so controlling of Jenna... but for now, I leave you with this weeks 'My Sexy Saturday'!

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“You want a cuppa, babe?” Jenna asked and Lucas shot her an angry look.

“Why don't you just go for a drink with that new slut of James's?” Lucas snapped and Jenna took a deep, calming breath.

“First of all, she is not a slut, I don't know why you would say that. Second of all, I want to sit down and have a hot drink with you, not India,” Jenna replied, trying to keep her voice down.

“You realise a friendship with her would be a bad thing right?” Lucas asked and Jenna suddenly found that keeping calm was going to be harder than anticipated.

“Lucas, you think that me having a friendship with anyone is a bad thing,” Jenna stated and he frowned at her.

“You've got me, you've got my friends, why do you need anyone else?” Lucas asked.

“Because Lucas, I need friends OF MY OWN, WOMEN friends who I can do WOMAN things with, who I can talk about handbags, and shoes, and clothes, and periods, and boobs, and hormones with, who I can eat chocolate with, and go to girly movies with, and who I can spend time with when you're away for fucking weeks at a fucking time!” Jenna said managing somehow to keep the anger from her voice. Barely.

“You know you can go and see my friends when I'm away!” Lucas reminded her and Jenna groaned.

“You really don't get it do you, Lucas? I need my OWN friends, I need to be able to socialise WITHOUT you. I don't know why you can't accept that? I love YOU, I love you so much I would follow you wherever you went, but christ, I need my own friends, my own things, my own life! I hate having to ask permission before I do anything. I hate it. It makes me feel like a ten year old again,” Jenna explained, now feeling more exasperated than angry.

“Is it so bad that I enjoy spending all the time I can with my girlfriend?” Lucas asked and Jenna rolled her eyes.

“No Lucas, it's not. But it is bad that you won't let me out of your sight. The only time I can be on my own is when you're at training. I know your last girlfriend hurt you badly, and let's admit it, she was an A grade bitch, and if I saw her I'd gladly scratch her fucking eyeballs out for what she did to you. But you CANNOT take it out on ME, Lucas! Sometimes I feel like you're my owner rather than the love of my life!” Jenna said, taking a calming breath as she was feeling close to tears.

Lucas sat down on the couch and looked defeated. The look on his face breaking her heart so Jenna wasted no time walking over and straddling him, then looked into his eyes.

“I love you,” Jenna told him and he smiled sadly at her.

“I love you too... so damn much. I just wish I could stop being such an ass. I don't realise what I'm doing until you point it out to me like that, and then I feel awful,” Lucas sighed.

“Baby, I know you can't help it...” Jenna replied. “But it is something we need to work on,” she added, deciding she wasn't going to let it slide any longer.

“I just hate the thought of other people spending time with you. I feel like I'm missing out on something... like they're giving you something that I can't,” Lucas said, avoiding eye contact. She knew there was more to it than that but was well aware he wouldn't open up until he was ready. She put her fingers under his chin and tilted his head up, so he was looking at her.

“Baby, they just add to what you give me... and you know what? On the odd occasion that I do spend time with someone other than you, it is you that I miss, it is you that I can't wait to see when I get home, it's you that I can't wait to relax with at the end of the day, it's you that I can't wait to climb into bed with and snuggle up to or... you know...” Jenna said with a wink and then realised that she has started moving her hips against him.

“And what's this 'or... you know', that you speak of?” Lucas asked huskily as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her down against him. She was powerless against the feelings he was creating inside her. There was no way she could stop what she had unwittingly started!

“Well,” Jenna started, then leaned in and began kissing his neck. “It involves a lot of kissing,” she said, and then worked her way up his neck and along his jawline. “Lots of nibbling,” she added and then nibbled on his earlobe, as an example. “Loads of touching,” she continued and began to run her nails up and down the back of his neck. “Complete nakedness,” she went on, moving her hands from the back of his neck so she could start to unbutton his shirt. She felt Lucas's hand at the hem of her t-shirt and raised her arms above her head so he could remove her top. When he dropped it on the floor behind them, he shot her a sexy look.

“Please go on,” Lucas invited, as he pulled her closer and began to lightly suck one of her nipples through the sheer lace of her bra. Jenna couldn't hide her delight and let out a shaky moan.

“Then... when... when we're.....” Jenna started, unable to continue. “Oh god!” Jenna cried out when Lucas pulled one of her bra cups down and started sucking properly on the nipple.

Lucas moved a hand behind her back and easily undid her bra, which before long was lying on the floor with her t-shirt. When Lucas put his hands on the back of her thighs Jenna held tightly around his neck and as he stood up, she began kissing him. To say the kiss was hungry was an understatement, and as he carried her through to the bedroom, she could feel her pussy throbbing, aching to have him buried inside her. Lucas lay her down on the bed and didn't take the time to remove her panties the old fashioned way, opting to simply rip them off her instead. He had a massive kink for lacy, sexy underwear and Jenna couldn't remember the last time she'd worn anything other than lace. She had also lost count of the amount of underwear that had been destroyed during foreplay.

After he had pulled her skirt hastily off her Jenna watched as Lucas dropped his shirt on the ground and then made speedy work of his pants and boxers. At the sight of his swollen cock, Jenna felt a tight almost unbearable clench deep inside and automatically opened her legs to him. Lucas lowered himself down on top of her and they maintained eye contact as he slammed inside her, his cock ramming against the back of her pussy, producing the most intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain. Jenna moaned as Lucas started moving hard and fast against her, his cock hitting the back of her pussy in a way that seemed to make the throb deep inside her intensify with each delicious contact. When she wrapped her legs around his waist she took him deeper inside, and the pleasure she was feeling increased to the extent she wasn't sure she would come out of it alive.

Lucas didn't let up at all, and as he began to slam harder into her, she bit his shoulder – a total reflex – but it spurred him on and suddenly she could feel her orgasm starting to build at an alarmingly fast rate, causing her entire body to tense up. All she could do was hang on to him for dear life, as the pressure in her pussy reached an uncomfortable peak. Rather than her orgasm hitting straight away, the tension seemed to stay for what felt like hours, even though in reality it was more like a handful of seconds. Lucas – with his instinctive, awesome sense of timing – began slamming faster, and faster, and faster still, until she screamed and fell apart as her orgasm finally hit with such brutal force that she blacked out for a couple of seconds. In a distant part of her consciousness Jenna was aware of Lucas cumming as well, but then everything went blank.

More than sex

Now that I have been blogging for a month, I decided it was time to post an excerpt of my writing that ISN'T a sex scene.

Yes, I am a writer of erotic romance, BUT there is more to my stories than plain ol' sex.  I like to think that my stories all have a good storyline and a decent amount of plot, not just sex here, sex there, sex everywhere.  The more I write, the more I find myself delving deeper into the world of each character, the result being storylines which are more emotionally driven... something *I* (as a reader, and a writer) enjoy.

The excerpt I am posting is the second of the story I have affectionately titled 'Bastard Daniel'.  As a general over view, Amelia and Charlotte are girlfriends (in love girlfriends, not friends who are girls!), each has a boyfriend.  Charlotte is in love with (and has a child to) Thomas, while Amelia is in love with (and is pregnant to) Daniel.  That is until Amelia catches Daniel having sex with Sarah, and their relationship is unsurprisingly called off.  Amelia becomes good friends with Harrison, and eventually they start dating... polyamorous relationship, baby in belly, and all.  I won't give away what happens at the end though!

Now where was I?  Oh right, excerpt #2.
It's a relatively short excerpt so I won't say too much, but in this excerpt Charlotte gets a chance to have a word (or 50) with the dirty cheating scumbag, who has broken her pregnant girlfriend's heart.  As you can imagine, she isn't going to have any nice words to say to him!  I might also add this isn't the last time Charlotte is going to tell Daniel just what she thinks of him!

In case you missed it, here is Bastard Daniel (excerpt 1)

And now I quite happily give to you excerpt number 2!

If you want to download the excerpt as a PDF file, you can do so by clicking on the following link
Bastard Daniel (excerpt 2) - Bree Guildford

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Bastard Daniel - excerpt 2!

After Amelia had been softly snoring for a few minutes Charlotte carefully moved out of the bed, got dressed, and tiptoed from the room, closing the door gently behind her. As she walked down the hall toward the living areas she could hear two male voices, which struck her as strange because she had left Thomas with Emily, and he hadn't mentioned that anyone was stopping by. When she got closer to the room she realised exactly who it was Thomas was talking to. Daniel. That filthy piece of scum. What was HE doing there? Moving closer to the door Charlotte stood and listened to what was being said in the dining room.

“I thought you'd understand where I'm coming from. You know what it's like to share,” she heard Daniel say to Thomas.

“No, I don't know where you're coming from. I love Charlotte, I respect and fully accept the relationship she and Amelia have, to the point that it is now a part of OUR relationship. I don't see it as sharing, I don't see it as only getting half of my time with Charlotte... it is life, it is the way our relationship works and it just feels natural to me,” Thomas replied and Charlotte smiled at his words.

“When I found out Amelia was bloody pregnant it was like all of a sudden I was third best... she would talk about the baby non-stop and it made me feel unimportant and...” Daniel started to say, before Thomas cut him off.

“She is EXCITED about the baby. She LOVES the baby... of COURSE she is going to talk about it a lot. The baby might not mean anything to you, but to Amelia, that baby is her world. All she wanted was to be able to share that excitement with you, but you were too selfish to think about things from her point of view,” Thomas said, sounding as exasperated as Charlotte felt.

“That baby was a fucking mistake. And you know what, I kind of wonder if Sarah is right and Amelia DID get pregnant on purpose,” Daniel announced.

Charlotte had heard enough. It was time to to make her thoughts on the matter known, whether Daniel liked it or not. Taking a deep breath she walked into the lounge and threw Daniel an angry look.

“You asshole. I can't believe you had the balls to show up here,” Charlotte spat out as she stopped at Thomas's side.

“It's my house too,” Daniel reminded her and Charlotte sniggered.

“Shall I get our accounts out and show you where the mortgage repayments have been coming from? I think you'll find that you haven't paid a cent toward the mortgage, Daniel. Therefore this house is NOT yours,” Charlotte informed him and then held her hand out. “With that in mind, you can give me your key now. Thomas will be here tomorrow afternoon when you pick up your shit... IF Amelia hasn't burnt it by then,” her voice was stern and cold, and she felt a little thrill of satisfaction when Daniel got his keys from his pocket and placed the house key into her waiting palm.

“If she touches any of my stuff I will be calling the cops,” Daniel declared and Charlotte rolled her eyes as she slipped the key into her back pocket.

“Why would she WANT to touch any of your stuff? She wants NOTHING to do with you,” Charlotte stated.

“Of course she wants nothing to do with me, she got the stupid baby she was always after, I guess I played my part,” Daniel said bitterly and Charlotte could feel the rage starting to bubble away in her stomach.

“YOU are a bastard. You know Amelia was doing what she could to avoid getting pregnant, you KNOW she had agreed to wait until you were ready to start a family. YOU know just as well as I do how upset she was when she found out about the pregnancy, she cried for days, upset that she had ruined your life by getting pregnant,” Charlotte said angrily, her voice getting louder with each word until she was shouting at him. “She was going to have an abortion because of you!”

“You think you're so tough, I bet you're going to throw something at my head as well,” Daniel said snidely and it was only then that Charlotte noticed the gash on his forehead. He was lucky Amelia hadn't thrown something bigger at him.

“I could throw something at your head, Daniel. Something big and hard that would cause a lot of damage... but I'm not going to. I don't want to waste my time and energy on a pathetic scumbag like you,” Charlotte told him, shooting him an icy glare.

“You're all talk, Charlotte,” Daniel said smugly and then looked at Thomas who was holding Emily. “Got him wrapped around your little finger too... you got the fancy house, you got the baby, I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to get rid of Amelia now so that you can have all of this to yourself,” he said acidly. Charlotte stepped in toward him and smiled sweetly.

“I can handle you insulting me, but I will not put up with you insulting Thomas or Amelia,” Charlotte announced then stepped in closer to him and, putting her hands on his shoulders, brought her knee up into his groin.

The contact between knee and balls was hard. Daniel let out a screech of pain then collapsed to his knees, holding his hands over his balls. Written over his face was pure pain. Written over Charlotte's face was pleasure. Throwing something at his head would have been fun, but hitting him where it REALLY hurt provided a bigger sense of enjoyment than a mere hit to the head ever could have. She watched Daniel struggling to his feet and after she had taken Emily from Thomas's arms she turned to him and sighed.

“You take out this piece of trash and I am going to go and feed this adorable little monkey of ours and then put her to bed,” Charlotte said, then kissed Thomas on the cheek and walked upstairs without turning back.