Something a little different

This year one of my classes I am taking is Creative Writing.  I thought I would love the paper but have to admit I am finding it hard because so much of it is about the analysis of writing, rather than 'just writing'.

In the poetry unit I wrote a poem that I thought was what the lecturer was after... it was in no way my own style of writing, and I was devastated when I got a lot of 'you need to fix this...' type feedback.  I had put so much effort into it and turned myself inside out writing it, it was a real blow to not get the positive feedback I was hoping for.

Then along came the fiction unit of the class.  As with the poetry unit, we had to submit a short story to go in our final portfolio, and the thought made me slightly nauseous.  Writing 1000-3000 words is something I do on a very regular basis, but I felt nervous about the fact it would be academically critiqued....

After discussing it with my wifey, I decided that I could build on a scene I have already written (obviously one that doesn't contain sex!), or  I could write some back story - something that happens in the past of one of my characters, something that wasn't touched on in real detail in a story.

Then it came to me.  Or to my wife.  I can't remember which.  In one of the stories I am working on, there are two characters - Jenna and Lucas - and before the point in time the story started they had lost a baby, Sasha, at 14 weeks.  I decided I would write the loss from Jenna's perspective, go into all the detail my story didn't.

THEN my wonderful wife suggested I could write the story from Lucas's perspective.  I immediately loved the idea and knew that was the path I was going to take.

The draft of the short story had to be submitted today, and I thought I would post it to my blog as well.  This ISN'T the final product, but you get the idea!

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(Untitled... so far)

Four different text message tones rang out simultaneously, the melody of tones met by loud cheers as Lucas and his friends were welcomed back into the real world. No cellphone reception in this day and age? Surely that qualified as a crime against humanity? While everyone else busied themselves checking text messages and updating every social media network known to man, Lucas concentrated on the road and looked forward to getting out at the pub and being able to read the five text messages he had received. A smiled crossed his face at the knowledge that in a few minutes he could finally be back in contact with Jenna. God he missed her!

It was Trevor's stag do and Jenna had insisted that he attend. When he had refused she had looked at him sternly, her nostrils flared, lips pursed and figuratively and literally put her foot down, stomping it against the kitchen tiles as she had reminded him that she was pregnant not an invalid. Lucas knew she was right but he hated the thought of leaving her on her own. The first trimester had been rough for Jenna with the baby using morning sickness as a way to remind her five, six, seven times a day of his or her presence. When she wasn't grasping onto the toilet willing the sickness to stop, she was lying on the couch half asleep or walking around in a zombie-like state.

Lucas had never felt more useless than he had in those first twelve weeks of Jenna's pregnancy. Every day he would leave for work at the last minute and return as fast as was humanly (and legally) possible. Seeing Jenna so sick was hard for him, but whenever he admitted how helpless he felt, Jenna would remind him that it was all for a good cause and then take his hand in hers and rest it lightly on her belly. His hand easily spanned her belly and he impatiently awaited the day when it wouldn't, and he would be able to feel his precious baby girl (he knew it was a girl!) moving beneath his palm.

When he finally parked the car and everyone piled out Lucas locked up and they walked inside 'The Thistle', a pub that had over time become their pub. They had each had their 21^st there, Rob and now Trevor had spent part of their stag night there; Scott's birthday party was always held at the Thistle. It was a sort of sanctuary for them, full of many happy memories, and now here they were ready to add to the memories as they celebrated Trev's last weekend of bachelorhood.

Sitting at the bar with a coke in hand Lucas finally checked his text messages, deciding to leave the voice message for last. He smiled happily as he read the texts from Jenna.

10.38am – It is so boring at home without you, I hope you and your boyfriends are having fun in the jungle xxx

1.17pm – Can you come home and cook for me? I can't be bothered... this bub is making me extremely tired today

3.42pm – Stretched out on the couch watching Food Network, it isn't the same without you here complaining about how hungry this stupid channel makes you. I love you x

4.22pm – Going to have a lie down, feeling a bit off... will ring you when you are back in the real world. I miss you and bubba misses you xxx

Lucas smiled as he held the phone to his ear so he could listen to the voicemail left by Jenna at 5.46pm. The moment he heard Jenna's panicked voice the smile dropped from his face and his heart started to race as key words sucker punched him in the stomach. 'Scared' 'bleeding' 'pain' 'losing baby' 'ambulance' 'need you' 'please come', each word caused bile to rise up his throat and his heart to race at an unhealthy speed.

“Gotta go,” Lucas gasped as he stood up from his stool so quickly it fell over.

“What the hell, it's my stag do! You can't leave, bro!” Trevor complained. Lucas could only shake his head.

“Something is wrong with Jenna and the baby,” Lucas snapped at Trevor and ran through the crowded room towards the exit.

Outside he ran straight to his car and then spent what felt like an hour fumbling with his keys trying to unlock the damn door! Finally sitting behind the steering wheel, Lucas forced himself to take deep breaths in an attempt to regain some form of composure. It was a fruitless exercise, the only thing the supposed calming breaths did was make him realise he had wasted thirty seconds which could have been spent travelling home.

Rationally Lucas knew he shouldn't be driving but he didn't care. He NEEDED to be with Jenna and would do whatever it took. A cursory glance at the dashboard clock told him it was 7.58pm and he cringed when he realised that meant Jenna had been alone, in pain and terrified for over two hours. It was all his fault. He never should have gone on the trip, he should have been the one to put his foot down and tell her that NO – he wasn't going. If he hadn't gone perhaps it wouldn't be happening. Maybe there was something he could have done if he had been home?

At some point during the journey his cellphone started to ring. He had no idea how long he had been driving, only that every second he was a second closer to being by Jenna's side. When he picked up his phone, it was just like Jenna's voicemail, he only registered key words. 'Doctor Bishop' 'threatened miscarriage' 'gave her something to help her sleep' 'get here as soon as possible' 'obstetrics ward room 4'. Obstetrics ward room 4. Of all the words he had managed to take in those were the words swarming through his brain. Obstetrics ward room 4, Jenna, their baby. He had to get there.

The sight of the city had never been so welcome or terrifying and as Lucas drove closer to the hospital he found it impossible to stick to the speed limit. It felt like his heart was going to burst with a mixture of sheer panic and the immensity of the love he felt for Jenna and for their baby.

He silently begged a magical higher power to stop the pain for Jenna, to keep their baby's heart beating nice and strong, to be able to take Jenna – and her burgeoning bump – home the following day, to have the whole experience deemed 'unexplained but resolved'. They had so many dreams for their baby, for their family, and he couldn't fathom life without those dreams. Or their baby.

Parking in the hospital carpark and making it up to the obstetrics ward was a complete blur. He had no idea if he had parked in a legal capark, he had no idea who he had spoken to to get directions and make it up to the obstetric ward, but there he was. The corridor seemed to be a painfully bright white and it was eerily quiet. No one was there to greet him, to lead him solemnly down the hall to Jenna's room... so he ran.

His lungs and eyes were burning as he passed room after room, the numbers on the doors slowly getting smaller... 32 – 28 – 20 – 16 – 12 – 10 – 8 – 6 – and finally 4. Lucas burst into the room and moved so quickly to Jenna's side that he had to wonder if he had flown.

As his lips pressed gently against her forehead Lucas could feel tears starting to stream down his face, hot, wet, sticky tears which burnt his eyes. Clasping her hand in his own he tried to send a silent message to her that he was there, that she wasn't alone anymore. He felt her fingers move against his and as he watched her eyelids flickering he was again overcome by emotion, tears burning a trail down his cheeks as Jenna slowly woke up and realised he was there.

There were no words exchanged, only a look which said far more than any words could. Jenna was terrified, he was terrified, and they both knew what was coming. Lucas perched on the side of Jenna's bed and when she moved over he lay beside her. The moment his arms were securely around her he felt her body quivering as she started to sob. Her fingers dug deeply into his hip, like she was clinging on for dear life, trying to anchor herself to him... as if he could protect her from the tragedy that was unfolding.

A soft knock on the door was soon followed by the soothing voice of a doctor who had come to check on Jenna. The doctor – Doctor Bishop from the phone – introduced himself and explained they were keeping a very close eye on Jenna and the baby. The words 'threatened miscarriage' were spoken again, but the look on Bishop's face made it clear to Lucas that they were no longer dealing with a 'threatened' miscarriage, and rather were waiting for the inevitable.

If only he had stayed home. Surely he could have stopped it? What sort of father was he?

Bishop placed the doppler on Jenna's belly while Jenna and Lucas clutched onto each other's hand and squeezed their eyes tightly shut, neither breathing or moving a muscle.

THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...

Who knew a heartbeat could sound so melodic and heavenly?

“Record it bub, please? I want to be able to hear that when...” Jenna whispered, tears coming in place of the end of the sentence.

Bishop smiled sadly and knowingly as he held the doppler in place and Lucas took a sound recording of their precious baby's heartbeat. He didn't want to hit the 'stop' button, feeling that by doing so he was giving their darling baby permission to die.

“It's slower, isn't it?” Jenna asked Bishop, her voice cracking as she tried to fight back tears.

“I am extremely sorry, Jenna, but yes, the heart rate has been steadily decreasing since we began monitoring when you arrived,” Bishop told them honestly as he turned the doppler off and wiped the wand with a tissue.

Lucas hated doing so but he had to ask what would happen next. As with Jenna's voice message and Dr Bishop's phone call earlier, the discussion was foggy with only key terms registering in his brain. 'Dilation' 'natural delivery' 'epidural' 'surgery' 'D&C', some were terms they had once been excited about hearing, others were terms they had hoped to never have to hear.

He had to be strong for Jenna, but hearing about the procedure for after the baby had been born was too much for Lucas. With Jenna's hand in his own he slumped forward with his face in the mattress and was overwhelmed by the intensity of the tears which came. They poured from his eyes like waterfalls and there was nothing he could do to stop them. His heart was shattering into billions of little pieces and the world felt as if it was closing in around him.

That morning he and Jenna had shared a very passionate kiss before he left, he had then dropped to his knees and smattered little kisses all over her belly as he told the tiny joy inside to behave for Mummy. Only two weeks earlier they had seen their baby wiggling around on the ultrasound screen and had been excited at hearing the heartbeat for the very first time. The first time of many, the midwife had promised.

Yet there they were. Preparing to hold onto and say goodbye to their darling first child twenty-six weeks earlier than expected. Their baby wouldn't be crying or nuzzling at the breast, nor would he or she be wrapping his or her tiny hand around his finger. The child they had been so excited to meet at the end of the year would now fit in the palm of his hand and weigh 'around fifty grams'. No crying, no nuzzling, no moments that would melt their hearts.

'You don't have to see or hold the baby if you don't want to', Bishop had informed them.

That wasn't an option. They may have been welcoming their child into the world under vastly different circumstances than they had expected, but regardless of how small their child was, he or she WAS their child. Lucas wanted to know if they had a son or daughter, he wanted to know if the child would look like him or (he hoped) like Jenna, he needed the chance to commit their precious child's face to memory.

It wasn't long after Bishop left the room that Jenna's pains began to get worse. Lucas held her hand through each pain and told her to focus on her breathing. He tried to be calm, he tried to use a soothing tone of voice, but when the pains got so bad that Jenna was crying, Lucas's whole façade came tumbling down. The red button on the console beside the bed was pushed over and over until nurses ran into the room and Lucas begged them to stop the pain Jenna was in.

Upon suggesting perhaps she was in labour, Jenna agreed to let a nurse examine her, while another squirted gel on Jenna's belly and began to use the doppler.

Silence filled the room.

There was no longer a hoof-like THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP resonating from inside Jenna's belly.

Sympathetic looks were offered to them as Jenna gasped for breath, choking on her raw grief. Lucas shook his head. No. They hadn't used it in the right place. Try the other side. No. It couldn't be. NO.

“So sorry for your loss.”

Urgent looks passed between the two nurses. “CALL BISHOP NOW”.

“No dilation.”

“Blood loss.”

“Excessive.”

“Surgery.”

“Emergency.”

“Quickly say goodbye.”

“Please step out of the way.”

“A nurse will be with you as soon as possible.”

His baby was gone and now what, he was going to lose Jenna as well? Lucas fell to the floor and sat staring at a speck of yellow cotton on beige lino. Never in his life had he felt so alone, so terrified, so useless or so petrified. He didn't understand what was going on, only that their baby was dead and something was drastically wrong with Jenna. It was impossible to breathe through the pain, or perhaps he didn't want to breathe? What was life without Jenna? As the room went black his last silent words were an apology to Jenna. He had left her alone. Their baby had died. Jenna was having emergency surgery. It was all his fault.

It felt like fifty lifetimes before a nurse happily confirmed that Jenna had made it through surgery and was in recovery. It felt like one hundred more lifetimes before he was back at the bedside of the love of his life. Jenna. He still had his Jenna.

And temporarily they had their child. Their little girl they had named Sasha. So small it was hard to comprehend, yet she was perfect. A beautiful little nose and lips just like her mummy. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes, her daddy's big feet, her mummy's dainty little hands.

Never before had he experienced such conflicting emotions. The feeling of complete and utter pride and joy, mixed with the most painful grief known to man or woman. His heart burst at the sight of Jenna holding Sasha, and at the same time it broke into a trillion tiny little pieces. It was an experience no person should ever have to go through, but as Lucas sat looking at Jenna and their little girl, he was struck by what a hauntingly beautiful sight they were.

He needed to capture that moment.

Holding his cellphone as steadily as he could Lucas took a photo of Jenna and Sasha. Of his two girls. Mother and daughter.

It was something he had never confessed to Jenna, but since they had found out she was pregnant Lucas had looked forward to the day he could make the background picture on his cellphone a picture of Jenna and their baby, the two loves of his life.

The day he and Jenna became parents might not have played out the way he'd imagined it would, and the idea of going home without their darling Sasha was something he hadn't even begun to face up to. No parent ever imagined they would go home without their baby... yet there they were, getting horribly close to the moment they would hand their daughter over forever.

There would be no baby sleeping in the cot that was already set up in the corner of their bedroom. The baby clothes in beautiful shades of pink and blue they had purchased would remain forever unworn.

Their child would never sleep in their arms, but he and Jenna - they would always be proud parents.

& then were were four! A sweet baby boy for Jane, Leah & Beau

Up until now all of my excerpts have contained sex... because let's face it, erotica is writing with a focus on sex.  That said, my writing also has a strong emotional basis and if we are being specific, my writing is more erotic romance than plain ol' erotica.

With all of that in mind, I decided that it was time that I should post an excerpt which involves no sex whatsoever.  No pussy, no cock, no boobs, no thrusting, no slamming, no clenching, no shuddering, no orgasming, no collapsing in a semi conscious orgasmed-out state.  I know that sex is the prime reason most people read erotica, but I also know there are people out there like myself who enjoy learning about the characters away from the bedroom.

This excerpt is from the story I have posted a couple of excerpts from recently.  It is untitled and still in progress (perhaps it will never really be finished), with the focus of the story being on four core characters, Leah & Jane, Asher and Beau.  Asher acts as a sperm donor for Leah and Jane, Jane gets pregnant and nine months later Ryan is born.  In the mean time Leah and Jane strike up a sexual friendship with Beau who unexpectedly gets Leah pregnant (after a night of very drunken sex, which happened with Jane's blessing).  Without ruining more of the story, things reach a breaking point and Leah, Jane and Beau are finally honest with each other about their feelings and officially enter into a polyamorous relationship. 

As well as being the father of Leah's baby boy (Luca), Beau is going to take on the role of father to Jane's baby.  A far cry from Lucy and Jane's original plan of raising a child together without any paternal involvement.  Asher, the biological father of Jane's baby is still very much in their lives, but is happy to take on a 'special uncle' type role in Ryan's life.  Not long after Jane got pregnant Asher met Lucy and the two of them are blissfully in love and looking forward to starting a family of their own one day.

Their situation might not be 'the norm' and they may raise a lot of eyebrows, but the trio are extremely happy together and not following their hearts was never really an option.

We join the happy threesome when Jane is very close to her due date.  She's frustrated, she's uncomfortable, she's angry, she is over it, and while Leah and Beau have been doing what they can to help both know the only thing that will really help is their son, Ryan, being born.

This is one of my favourite scenes I have ever written, partly because I am very much a happily-ever-after kind of girl, but also because I am fascinated by childbirth... and enjoy writing the type of scenario that is a far cry from my own birthing experiences (I was a single mum and had cesarean sections... I had my parents and sister for support, but still feel as if I missed out on a huge part of the birthing experience).  I guess writing is a way to kind of experience the type of births I wish I had been able to experience.
 

I hope you enjoy!

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Beau and Jane had sex everyday but still, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday all passed with no baby... and no more contractions. On Thursday night Jane went to bed early after announcing she was officially over being pregnant, telling Leah and Beau to go out and do something because she was sick of snapping at them.

Leah and Beau both wanted to stay at home with Jane but it was clear she needed time alone so they went over to see Asher instead. Lucy was arriving home the next day and Asher had told Beau at work that day that time was dragging by painfully slowly, so Beau and Leah decided they would go over and keep him company. Leah spent most of the night cuddled up against Beau on the couch and Asher commented a few times that he couldn't wait until it was him and Lucy curled up on the couch together. Leah had suggested the only thing they would be doing on the couch for the next few days was having sex and Asher hadn't denied it for a second. Unsurprisingly.

Leah and Beau got home just after eleven – a lot later than intended – but were both happy to see Jane was still asleep. They went to bed and ended up having sex... it had been a while since the two of them had had sex because both of them had been more focused on Jane than each other! After Leah had fallen asleep Beau spent twenty minutes rubbing her belly and quietly talking to Luca as he kicked the hell out of his hand. He really had no idea how Leah could sleep through such a physical battering, but knew her orgasm probably had something to do with it.

Beau wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but he woke briefly when Jane got up to go to the toilet... it was such a common occurance now that he went straight back to sleep.

Beau woke up again and while he wasn't surprised to find Jane was in the bathroom again, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had startled him awake. As he started to drift off again Beau was aware of a noise coming from the bathroom... he was sure he could hear water and wondered if perhaps he was imagining it. Deciding that he was imagining it Beau allowed sleep to take over again but the next time he woke up he KNEW a loud noise from the bathroom had woken him. Jane still wasn't in bed and Beau was suddenly... not concerned, but curious. He got out of bed and walked to the ensuite, prepared to find Jane looking miserable.

What he was NOT prepared for was to find Jane in the bath clasping her belly and breathing through what was very obviously a strong contraction. Beau raced over to the bath and she clasped his hand, squeezing it tightly as she continued breathing through her contraction. When it was over she looked at him with panic in her eyes.

“They are close Beau. So close. And painful, oh god they are painful,” Jane said in between deep breaths.

“How close are we talking?” he asked having a feeling they would be call-the-midwife close together.

“I don't know but they're clo...” Jane started and then moaned in pain as another contraction hit and she clamped down on his hand again.

“I'm getting my phone so we can time the next contraction, I will be right back,” Beau said trying not to convey how panicked he was.

He went into the room and put a pair of boxers on then got his phone and joined Jane back in the bathroom. A minute later another contraction hit. Beau was prepared with the cellphone stopwatch and started it while Jane squeezed his other hand as she tried to breathe through the contraction. When it stopped he looked nervously at his phone and when the next contraction started he was shocked to find the contractions were only two minutes apart.

“I'm ringing the midwife and waking Leah up. They are fucking close together...” Beau said and then raced from the bathroom and over to Leah's side of the bed.

“Leah wake up,” Beau said quietly and Leah moaned. “Wake up!” he said a bit louder.

“No,” Leah replied sleepily.

“Fucking get up, Jane is in the bath very much in labour and I don't know if we're going to make it to the hospital,” Beau yelled and before he could even blink Leah was up and out of the bed, running for the bathroom.

Beau rang the midwife and explained what was happening and when he told her how close the contractions were she had muttered 'fuck' and told him she would be there as soon as she could be and would assess whether or not it was worth trying to make it to the hospital in time. The midwife then instructed him to get in the bath with Jane and told him that if Jane said anything about pushing before she got there, he needed to be prepared for the possibility he would be delivering the baby. Beau didn't say goodbye as he hung up the phone and raced back into the bathroom where Leah was helping Jane through a contraction. Beau told them that the midwife was on her way as he got in the bath with Jane. When the next contraction hit Jane held one of his hands and one of Leah's as she moaned in agony.

“I'm sorry. Woke up in.. pain... at one... got in the bath... and... it didn't go away... just... got worse,” Jane explained.

“Don't talk baby, try and catch your breath before the next one,” Leah said soothingly.

“I'm not going to be giving birth in the hospital, am I,” Jane gasped just before her next contraction hit.

Leah looked at him and he shook his head. Leah suddenly looked terrified and he felt absolutely useless. Jane was in more pain than any man would ever experience and Leah was having to deal with seeing her girlfriend in that much pain. It can't have been easy for either of them, and it made him feel utterly pointless. There was a loud pounding on the door and Leah went to let the midwife in. Leah was soon back with the midwife following close behind. After saying hello to all of them the midwife proceeded to put her arm into the water so she could examine Jane.

“You need to push don't you,” the midwife asked and Jane nodded.

“I do, I really do,” Jane gasped.

“Right, this baby is going to be born at home, so Leah, honey, I need you to get me a towel for drying the baby off and a blanket to wrap him in... a nappy too,” the midwife said calmly. Leah walked quickly from the room while the midwife turned to Jane and asked, “Do you want to birth in the bath or somewhere else?”

“Bath,” Jane said, breathing deeply.

“In that case do you want me or someone else to catch the baby?” the midwife then asked and Jane looked at Beau pleadingly.

“Can you?” she asked him and he nodded, touched that she had asked him. Saying no wasn't an option.

Leah came back in with the blanket and the towel and for the next half hour she worked with Beau, coaching Jane through the end stages of her labour. Beau had no idea that women had to push for so long and as he watched Jane push through contraction after contraction the love he felt for her only served to increase. Looking at Leah, Beau could see that she was freaking out but he thought she was doing a good job of covering it up. Looking at their hands though, Beau wasn't too sure whether it was Jane squeezing Leah's hand or if Leah was squeezing Jane's.

When the midwife examined Jane again Beau was shocked when she announced that the baby was crowning and that it was time for 'action stations' as she referred to it. Beau had never ever felt so nervous in his life and for a second considered telling the midwife she could deliver the baby, but when Jane looked at him and smiled he knew there was no way he could do that. Beau listened very carefully as the midwife explained that when Jane pushed again Beau had to put a hand under the baby's head and basically guide it out. Beau did just that and was amazed as more and more of the baby's head came into his hand. When the contraction passed Beau looked down and felt a lump in his throat when he saw the baby's head

The midwife quickly explained that with the next contraction, the baby would be born and that he would need to gently guide the baby's shoulders out and then be ready to 'catch' him before placing him on Jane's chest, being careful of the umbilical cord. Beau looked at Leah who had tears in her eyes and then at Jane who smiled at him for a second before the next contraction took over.

Beau did as the midwife had told him and guided the shoulders out then gasped as Ryan slid out into the safety of his hands. Beau lifted the baby up and placed him gently onto Jane's chest. While the midwife rubbed Ryan's back with the towel Leah had brought her, Jane only had eyes for her little boy.

The loud squeals of the newborn filled the room as Leah leaned over and kissed Jane before kissing Ryan gently on the head. Ryan was crying, Leah was crying, Jane was crying... and Beau was surprised at how overcome by emotion he was as well. He carefully got out of the bath and put a towel around his waist then went over to Leah and hugged her. He crouched down and kissed Jane and stroked the back of the tiny baby he had just helped bring into the world. They watched as Ryan seemed to naturally latch on to Jane's nipple and began to suckle for the very first time.

It blew his mind to think that when they had all gone to bed that night there was no baby and now just a few hours later they were watching as Jane fed her baby. Their baby.

The midwife congratulated them all and then suggested that Beau go and get dressed before he caught a cold and asked if they could make sure the bed was ready for Jane and the newest member of their family. In the bedroom Leah made her way into Beau's arms again and began to sob. Beau held her as she cried and all the pent up emotion was released... when she finally looked up at him all he could see on her face was joy and he couldn't resist kissing her.

“I love you,” Beau said and Leah giggled.

“I love you too,” Leah replied.

“I guess Mr Luca is next,” Beau stated as he put a hand on her belly and she grinned at him.

“How about we just enjoy Ryan before we start talking about THAT,” Leah suggested and Beau smiled lovingly at her.

“I know you're thinking about the pain Jane was in, but all that pain is over now, and we are left with a little boy to love for the rest of our lives... Kind of worth the pain don't you think,” Beau said softly and Leah nodded.

“You can say that though, you aren't going to be pushing a baby out your vagina in a couple of months,” Leah teased and Beau chuckled.
“Come on mummy, let's get this bed ready for the other mummy and the first of our baby boys,” Beau said and Leah kissed him, then walked over to her side of the bed so they could straighten up the sheets.

With the bed made Beau quickly put some clothes on and they went back through to the bathroom and found the midwife holding a wrapped up Ryan.

“Which of you wants the first cuddle?” the midwife asked smiling at them both.

“I think Leah has been waiting longer than me,” Beau joked and the midwife walked over to Leah and placed the tiny bundle in her arms. Beau stood beside her with an arm around her waist and peered into the bundle of blanket and felt tears come to his eyes as he focused on Ryan, who was sleeping.

“He's so tiny,” Leah whispered.

“He's beautiful,” Beau agreed, his voice also a whisper.

“He really is,” Leah sobbed quietly.

Beau watched as Leah peppered gentle kisses on Ryan's face and found himself wishing that it was time for Luca to be born as well... he couldn't wait to see both of their babies together. The midwife interrupted his thoughts and asked him to get an old towel that she could put the placenta on when Jane delivered it. Beau did as asked and a few minutes later Jane's birthing experience was over, with the baby and placenta both delivered.

The midwife announced that it was time for Jane to get out of the bath and onto the bed so she could examine her and make sure everything was as it should be. Leah went into the bedroom with Ryan while Beau helped the midwife get Jane from the bath to the bed. She was very weak, but Beau was surprised that she still had enough energy to walk through to the bedroom with their assistance.

Jane lay on the bed in her robe and the midwife quickly examined her and when she had finished told them quite happily that everything looked okay. After the midwife had excused herself so she could examine the placenta a bit more closely Leah handed Ryan to Jane and got in the bed beside her. Deciding to do something useful Beau went and made them all a cup of tea and when he brought them through Jane looked at him gratefully.

“God, I need one of those... it feels like I pushed a baby out of my vagina just now. Oh wait, I did!” Jane exclaimed and then giggled.

“You did such a good job,” Leah said and then kissed Jane.

“I really had no choice,” Jane commented and Leah laughed.

“I guess not,” Leah replied.

“And when it's time for you.. you will do a good job too, my love,” Jane reassured Leah who smiled nervously at her.

“I guess I'll have no choice,” Leah said with a nervous wink.

The midwife came out and asked if she could examine Jane again. Jane carefully handed Ryan to Leah and let the midwife do her examination. The midwife said that everything looked great and that if Jane didn't mind she was going to go home to try and get another hour or two of sleep and that she would come back over around 8am. Jane told her that was fine and the midwife reminded them all that she was only a phone call away and that if they had ANY concerns whatsoever that they could ring her. It turned out the midwife only lived a few minutes away from their house so she could get over quickly if needed. A fact they all found reassuring.

Beau saw the midwife out and thanked her for everything she had done. She smiled at him and told him that she hadn't really done anything and it was Jane – and him – who had done all the work. After saying goodbye Beau closed the door and walked back through to the bedroom where he found Leah cuddling Ryan while Jane lay back smiling at her. Beau walked over to Leah and peeked at Ryan who was still asleep... he couldn't take his eyes off him, he was such a perfect, beautiful baby! Leah gasped and Beau looked at her.

“What's wrong?” he asked and Leah went bright red.

“Oh my god. You haven't even held him yet!” Leah exclaimed and Beau chuckled.

“Not sure if you're aware but he's not going anywhere... you can do your bonding and then I'll do mine,” Beau said rubbing her back but Leah shook her head.

“No! Blame preggy brain.. You must be wanting a hold so badly!” Leah remarked and Beau knew he wasn't going to win this little battle.

Not that he minded. Leah placed Ryan into his arms and his first instinct was to lift the little baby up and kiss his forehead. Again he found he couldn't take his eyes off him and he knew he was smiling the entire time he was looking at him. As he studied Ryan's face, Beau felt immensely guilty when he thought about the fact he had considered pretending his own child didn't exist. He knew a lot had changed since then and that in reality it had been less than 24 hours that he'd felt that way for, but he still felt awful about it. Thank God he had realised early on that that wasn't an option... he would have missed out on so much and probably wouldn't have fallen in love with two amazing women in the process.

“You look so natural,” Jane commented and Beau smiled at her.

“Probably because it's a similar shape to a rugby ball,” Beau teased and Jane laughed.

“No, I think you're just a natural daddy,” Jane replied and he smiled gratefully at her. He hoped that was the case.

“What time was he actually born?” Beau asked and Leah picked up Jane's midwifery notes.

“Says here that he was born at 3.43am” Leah announced.

“And what time do you think you went into labour?” Beau asked and Jane yawned.

“Um it was 1am when I started having the really bad pains,” Jane told them. “But after I went to bed I kept waking up feeling really uncomfortable,” she added. “I think the first time I woke up it was just before 8,” she said frowning, obviously trying to remember.

“So at the most you were in labour for about seven hours,” Beau exclaimed and Jane nodded.

“I guess so,” she replied yawning loudly.

“Why don't you two try and get a little sleep and I will look after Ryan,” Beau suggested and Jane smiled at him.

“You don't have to Beau, you must be tired too,” Jane replied but Beau could see she was seconds away from going to sleep.

“I didn't just go through seven hours of labour. You get some sleep, when Ryan starts crying I will bring him through to you so you can feed him,” Beau told Jane who admitted defeat and nodded.

“I just need an hour...” Jane yawned and closed her eyes.

“Before you try to tell me you don't need sleep, don't bother. You need sleep woman, and I refuse to let you out of this bedroom until you've done just that,” Beau told Leah sternly and she smiled sleepily at him.

“You're so bossy,” Leah stated as she cuddled up to Jane.

Beau had a feeing they were probably both asleep before he'd even left the bedroom. After all the activity over the past couple of hours it felt strange to be sitting in silence. With a baby. Ryan was still asleep and while Beau knew he should probably put him in the bassinet to sleep, Beau felt unable to put the little man down. He had never ever spent so long fixated on one thing and when the newborn began crying Beau was surprised to see it was over an hour since he had left Leah and Jane to sleep. Beau took Ryan through to the bedroom and Jane quickly woke up when she heard him crying. Beau was amazed at how quickly Jane was sitting up and holding her arms out to take her baby. Obviously the mummy instinct kicked in straight away. Leah was sitting up by the time Jane had latched Ryan on, and as Jane fed him they all watched in silence. It really was a beautiful sight, and a special moment in their relationship.

After Ryan had finished feeding, Jane suggested that Leah choose an outfit for him to wear and she came back from the nursery with a green and yellow striped onesie, claiming that it had been too hard to choose something so she'd picked the first outfit she'd found. Beau watched as Jane dressed Ryan and topped the outfit off with the woolen hat that the midwife had put on him when she'd wrapped him up in the blanket earlier. After wrapping him in the blanket Jane picked Ryan up and then looked at Beau.

“Do you mind if I get a little bit more sleep?” Jane asked shyly and Beau shook his head.

“Of course not baby, you get all the sleep you need. I'll bring him through again when he starts to cry, unless you are awake before then,” Beau informed her. “You can sleep a bit more too madam,” he directed at Leah.
“Fine, but it's almost my normal waking time so don't expect me to sleep for hours!” Leah exclaimed.

“Uh, at seven do you think you could ring Asher and make up some story to get him over here? Pretend that we have some odd craving. He'll be up anyway because he'll be excited about Lucy... Just don't tell him Ryan is here,” Jane said and Beau gasped.
“I hadn't even thought about Asher! He was going to be at the birth!” Beau exclaimed feeling like the worst friend in the world.

“It all happened so quick Beau, I'm sure Asher will understand why you didn't call,” Jane assured him. “Should probably ring your mum too,” she suggested and Beau nodded.

“You two try to sleep, me and Ry will be chilling in the lounge,” Beau told them and then gave both of them a kiss and left the room.

As it was Beau didn't need to wait until seven to ring Asher because Asher text him at 6.30am saying 'Presuming you'll be awake... uncomfortable pregnant women and all... any chance you know how to speed up time? 10.30 can't arrive fast enough'. Beau smirked as he replied saying 'Of course I'm awake, feel free to pop over... If you have the coffee we have the bacon and mushrooms', and as he expected it didn't take long for Asher to reply saying 'See you very soon then, will stop at the petrol station, their coffee is 24/7'.

At 6.50 Beau went through to the bedroom and found Leah and Jane whispering and giggling in bed. Beau told them that Asher was on his way and after kissing Ryan on the cheek he handed him to Jane so he could go back into the lounge and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary when Asher arrived.

Asher arrived at 7.00 with a tray of hot drinks and Beau could tell by the look of him that he had been awake for a long time.

“Excited much?” Beau teased and Asher laughed.

“Oh god you have no idea,” Asher replied.

“Only three and a half hours to go!” Beau exclaimed and Asher grinned at him.

“Where are the girls? I thought they'd be up,” Asher commented and Beau managed to keep a straight face.

“They are in the bedroom, go and say hi if you want, they're just chatting,” Beau suggested.

“Probably should grace them with my presence,” Asher joked as he walked toward the bedroom.

Beau followed him in and smirked when Asher stopped dead in his tracks.

“What the hell!” Asher exclaimed and Jane giggled.

“Come here, there is someone who wants to meet you,” Jane told him and he walked slowly toward the bed.

“When did? What? Last night you were... When the hell did this happen?” Asher asked in disbelief as he made his way over to Jane's side of the bed and sat down beside her, smiling as he took his first glimpse of Ryan. “Jane... he's beautiful,” he exclaimed as he stroked Ryan's cheek.

“He is, isn't he,” Jane replied sounding choked up. “Thank you...” she whispered as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“You have no idea how glad I am I could help,” Asher replied and Beau could see that his eyes weren't exactly dry either.

Beau & Jane ~ much needed hotel sex

I am going to try and start posting excerpts more regularly, and decided that tonight I would post one of my favourite scenes I have written.  This is from a story that probably won't get any further than my own computer, but I have enjoyed loved writing it and have learnt a lot whilst writing it.

The story follows a core group of three characters, Jane, Leah and Asher.  Amongst other things Asher acts as a sperm donor for Jane and Leah - and within the year Jane gives birth to baby Ryan.  

Things aren't exactly straight forward though... and without ruining too much of the story (with the thoughts of posting more excerpts), Leah goes out and has a very drunken New Years with their friend Beau... a drunken New Years that results in drunk sex (with Jane's blessing) and nine months later the arrival of baby Luca.  Along the way Leah, Jane and Beau start spending more time together and perhaps inevitably fall in love and find themselves in a polyamorous relationship.

It might not be 'normal', it might not be socially accepted but for the three of them it works, and they all look forward to being their own little unique family.

This excerpt begins on the day Leah gives birth to Luca.  After spending as much time as they can at the hospital with Leah and Luca, Jane and Asher (with baby Ryan) go back to the hotel so they can all catch up on a little sleep, after what has been an intense 24 hours.

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Luca started crying and moments later Ryan joined in. It had begun. Beau had a feeling they would be up for months of two babies crying at the same time and while he was sure they would find it frustrating at times, he also quite liked it... it served to remind him that they were now a bonafide family.

Jane gave Ryan another quick feed on the bed and then smiled sadly at Beau when she agreed with him that it was time to go. They watched Leah feeding Luca and could see that she was close to falling asleep, so when Leah had finished feeding their newborn baby Beau had a final cuddle then put him safely in his little hospital issue bassinet. When his sister-in-law Morgan was in hospital after having Riley she had fallen asleep holding him and dropped him... he had fallen to the floor and the next few hours had been very stressful for Morgan while the doctors did tests and x-rays on Riley to make sure he hadn't been injured in the fall. He didn't want Leah going through that.

There were lots of tears when he and Jane said goodbye to Leah and Luca, and as they left the room they bumped into Asher and Lucy. Beau explained what was going on and Lucy said they would take Leah her food but leave straight away so she could get some sleep. Beau gratefully took his and Jane's bags of food and after saying goodbye to Asher and Lucy, he took Jane's hand in his as they made their way to the hotel, Ryan snuggled up on her shoulder.

When they got up to their room Beau told Jane to go and have a shower. While she did that, Beau had some quiet time cuddling with Ryan and realised how much he had missed him over the past 24 hours. Beau lay back on the bed with Ryan and sighed happily. He couldn't believe how perfect it felt knowing that both of their babies had been born. He had expected to feel a bit panicked or stressed out, maybe even scared when Luca arrived because going from one baby to two seemed like a huge thing... but in reality the only thing he felt was even more loved up and almost impatient to get on with life with the two loves of his life and their two babies.

Jane came back into the room and confessed she had almost fallen asleep in the shower. Beau wasn't at all surprised, they had had a HUGE past 24 hours and it hadn't helped at all that they had already been up for 12 hours by the time Leah had gone into labour! Beau kissed Jane as they swapped roles and he handed Ryan to her so he could have his shower. Standing beneath the water Beau found himself struggling to stay awake as well and wondered if he or Jane would even wake to Ryan crying that night. Part of him doubted it. He was so tired he could probably sleep through anything!

When he went back into the room Jane was tip toeing away from the bassinet, having just put Ryan down. Beau dried himself off and got into bed beside Jane before sending Leah a text to say goodnight. The message read 'We are both so proud of you, and both hate being away from you, but tomorrow we can take you and Luca home and start our new life as a slightly odd family. We love you... give Luca a kiss for both of us when he is awake next. Try and get some sleep xxx'.

Beau then finally replied to Dave's text about the twins saying 'Twins huh, that takes skill! We are all very excited for the two... three... five of you... Taking Leah and Luca home in the morning, feel free to come visit in the afternoon, I know Leah would love to see you both'. Dave replied soon after saying 'We were going to find out in the morning if we could meet the little guy. Go and get some sleep, you must all be bloody exhausted. Congrats again daddy!'. Beau smiled at the 'congrats again daddy' part... it never got old hearing or seeing himself referred to as dad/daddy.

Beau put his phone down and then moved closer to Jane and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed loudly against his chest and he could tell by the way she was breathing that she was crying. Beau let her cry and when she eventually looked up at him she smiled shyly.

“I'm sorry Beau... I just... Now that the day is finally over, the enormity of it is kind of hitting me,” Jane admitted and he nodded, understanding just how she felt.

“Oh sweety, don't apologise. I know just what you mean. I am feeling weird emotionally... I'm overjoyed and on a high but at the same time I have nothing left in the tank and feel like I could sleep for a year,” Beau told her and she sighed sleepily.

“I can't believe Luca is finally here. The pregnancy crap is FINALLY over...” Jane commented and Beau chuckled quietly.

“Gotta say, I'm glad it's not me who has to be pregnant because it doesn't look like a lot of fun, especially not at the end,” Beau remarked and Jane rolled her eyes.

“Don't get me wrong, it's a blessing and parts of it are just awesome... but yea, I'm glad that Ryan and Luca are both here now and we can have our bodies back,” Jane said. Beau frowned.

“Well, minus one part,” he replied and gently stroked one of Jane's boobs.

“Yea. That part does suck...” Jane agreed as she looked down at her bra-encased boobs and sighed.

“It's a sacrifice I am willing to make for Ry and Luca,” Beau teased.

“I love you so much,” Jane quietly said and leaned in so she could kiss him.

Beau kissed her back and was surprised when suddenly all his tiredness seemed to disappear. All he wanted was to kiss Jane and be close to her. He would do it all night if he could. It was weird that after months of there being a huge divide between them – in the form of a beautiful pregnant belly – suddenly their bodies could be pressed together properly. Beau sighed happily as he felt the heat of Jane's body against his. They had, of course, been naked together since Ryan was born but, because of Leah's discomfort in the last stage of her pregnancy, that night was the first time they had really been able to enjoy it.

Even if he had had to, there was no way Beau could stop kissing Jane. There was nothing fast or hungry about their kisses nor was there anything sexual... it was more of an emotional thing, almost as if by kissing they were replenishing each other's emotional stores. Whatever it was, Beau was so glad that he was there in that moment with Jane and couldn't think of anywhere he'd sooner be.

It was Jane who took the initiative and began to heat things up. Her kisses suddenly became deeper and as she began to moan against his mouth, Beau was aware of the fact she was pressing harder against him with her hips. It had been a long time since they had had sex – almost two months – and while Beau REALLY wanted it, he didn't want to pressure Jane if she wasn't quite ready.

Beau began getting hard and the heated look Jane gave him made it clear that she could feel it too. When she moved her body position so that the tip of his cock was nudging at her hole he got the feeling that she liked it. They kissed for another couple of minutes and Beau got increasingly harder, to the point he either needed to be inside her or they needed to stop kissing and touching.

Jane had always understood his needs and cues and when she moved her top leg over his waist, causing the top inch of his cock to enter her, Beau looked at her and smiled softly.

“Are you sure?” he asked and Jane nodded.

“So fucking sure, Beau... So. Fucking. Sure,” Jane exclaimed, her voice almost a whimper.

“I love you,” Beau whispered.

“I love you too,” Jane whispered back.

And then for the first time in almost two months Beau very slowly slid inside Jane. Jane let out a quiet moan and her body shuddered as she smiled at him.

“I have missed this,” Jane whispered and put her leg further over him, causing him to move deeper inside her.

They started to move slowly together and Beau loved the closeness between them. They may not have been moving hard or fast but because of the position they were in there was a lot of friction in all the right places – for both of them – and Beau groaned quietly as Jane put her hand on his hip and pulled him harder against her.

Each time his cock hit the back of her pussy Jane would clench tightly around him and moan softly in his ear. Both were conscious of the fact Ryan was in the room and their noise level never moved past a whisper but that didn't mean the sex wasn't spectacular. Beau loved how wet Jane was and how ready she had been for him... the way her pussy felt made him instantly harder and as they moved against each other Beau found himself groaning quietly. After such a long time NOT being intimate in that way Beau had almost forgotten just how much he enjoyed sex with Jane.

When Jane dug her fingernails into his hip Beau started to move harder against her and she countered that by moving harder against him. The friction on his cock was like nothing he'd felt before and as Jane started to gasp for breath, he felt her pussy tightening around him in a way that he knew meant she was going to cum very soon. Beau's own orgasm was building and when Jane buried her face in his chest they started to move harder again, grinding against each other until finally they both came in silence, gripping on to each other, pressing tightly together.

Beau nuzzled at Jane's neck and then softly kissed her, before they both fell into an immediate, deep sleep.

When Beau woke up the following morning Jane was sitting on the bed feeding Ryan. He smiled up at her and, for what felt like the millionth time since Ryan had been born, marvelled over just how much motherhood suited Jane. He loved nothing more than to watch her feeding Ryan... the way she looked lovingly at him made his heart melt.

“He been awake long?” Beau asked and Jane shook her head.

“No, but I think he's ready to go back down... might get another hour or two out of him,” Jane replied with a sigh. Beau looked at the clock and saw it was only 6am.

“I know you want to go see Leah and Luca, but it's still too early anyway, so perhaps we can all get another hour or two of sleep,” Beau suggested and Jane raised an eyebrow at him.

“You REALLY think I'll be able to get back to sleep?” Jane asked and Beau chuckled.

“Fine. We can at least snuggle for another hour or two,” Beau replied and Jane smiled at him.
“That sounds more like it,” Jane said and sighed again as Ryan began stirring, indicating he had had enough of his feed.

“Give him to me bub, I'll put him back to bed,” Beau said sitting up beside her. He was surprised when she didn't protest and allowed him to take Ryan from her arms.

Beau kissed Jane and then got off the bed and walked to the other side of the room, rubbing Ryan's back as he went. Quickly he was rewarded with a burp and a contented little sigh from Ryan, who was asleep before Beau even put him back in the bassinet. After kissing his son on the forehead Beau walked back over to the bed and climbed in beside Jane, who immediately found her way into his arms.

“I miss Leah,” Jane sighed and Beau kissed the top of her head.

“I miss her as well, seems so wrong without the three of us being in bed together,” Beau commented and then it was him who sighed, as he thought about what would happen when things got busier away at work and the fact he might need to spend regular nights away from home.

“I also miss Luca already... odd considering we didn't really get to spend that long with him after he was born,” Jane said.

As Beau had expected Jane soon began to cry, what he did not expect, however, was when Jane pulled him on top of her and looked up at him pleadingly.

“I need you, Beau,” Jane whispered, and although she was crying, something about the intensity of her voice and the look on her face caused him to feel immediately aroused.

“I'm right here,” Beau whispered and then dipped his head down so their lips could brush together.

Jane linked her hands behind his neck and pulled him down, the kiss deepening as he sensed just how needy she was. As she grazed her nails up and down the back of his neck Beau felt himself growing increasingly turned on, and when Jane spread her legs wider for him it was almost a reflex move for him to slowly press inside her, stopping just before he hit the back of her pussy. He broke off the kiss and smiled down at her, judging by the look on her face that she needed slow, deep sex, which would leave her feeling not only physically but emotionally connected to him. The same type of sex that Leah (and himself) had needed the night of the day that Jane had gone into premature labour.

Beau moved slowly against Jane, pressing deeper inside her with each thrust, until he couldn't move any deeper. Jane kept her hands behind his neck and soon pulled him down more so that her face was buried in his neck. Beau loved the close, intimate feel of the position, and enjoyed hearing Jane's quiet moans against his ear... a special gift only for him. Jane's hips soon found a rhythm with his and for a long time they moved with each other, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against one another, enjoying the closeness and the strengthening connection to one another.

Jane spread her legs further apart and while Beau missed the feeling of her legs being tightly around his waist, he liked the fact it meant they could take their time, that together they could slowly work up to the point that they both felt as if they were going to burst if they didn't orgasm soon.

There was nothing rushed about it and when his usual 7am alarm went off things were only just starting to get more frantic. Jane was bucking her hips harder against him and Beau could no longer control the depth and force of her thrusts, slamming into her with only one intention – to make her cum – and to make her cum HARD.

Jane's moans quickly turned to cries and the more he slammed into her, the louder they became. Of course Jane's loud cries spurred him on and he quickly felt his orgasm approaching, going from non-existant to as intense as he thought was humanly possible, in the space of about 20 seconds. Jane's pussy was squeezing him tightly, her arms were doing the same around his neck, and as her cries became screams Beau started to slam harder and harder until they were both grunting and screaming loudly, their bodies tensing up against each other as their orgasms got closer and closer and closer. FINALLY they exploded, both of them letting out loud strangled cries of pleasure as they pressed into each other, their bodies going rigid with the enormous physical release.

Before they could even come down from their orgasms there was a loud cry from the other side of the room and Jane looked at him in shock.

“Ryan! I forgot all about Ryan! OH MY GOD, no child should ever hear THOSE noises coming from their parents!” Jane exclaimed before collapsing into a fit of laughter.

“Poor little dude, he'll be traumatised for life!” Beau added and found himself laughing as well.

“I guess there will be no peaceful recovery period, will there?” Jane said with a smirk and Beau shook his head.

“Sounds like there is another little guy that needs you more than me,” Beau sighed dramatically and Jane giggled.

“There is nothing 'little' about you, my love,” Jane said with a wink and after Beau had moved off her, she got out of bed and walked over to where Ryan was crying in his bassinet and picked him up.

Beau sat on the bed beside Jane while she fed Ryan and when both of their cellphones went off they grinned at each other. Beau checked his text messages and sure enough the message was from Leah, it read 'had a good night with our little guy... but miss you both like crazy... please come and save me from this boring hospitalness!'. Beau text her back saying 'we missed you too bub, glad to hear you had a goodnight with Luca... Jane just feeding Ry and then we will be over as fast as we can! Love you xxx'.

Although Ryan didn't have a particularly large feed it seemed to take forever and by the time they were leaving the hotel room it felt as if it had been days since they had left Leah and Luca at the hospital, as opposed to one simple night. They were glad that Asher had thought to move their car to the hotel carpark the day beforehand, otherwise they'd likely have found their car had been towed. After a quick stop at the car to drop off all the non-essential Ryan-associated bits and pieces that were in the room they finally made their way to the hospital.

My muse

I am sure I have said it before, but my muse is my wife... before I met her I had this burning desire to write and every now and then WOULD start to write something, but I always lacked the motivation and inspiration to turn it into anything worth finishing.

Then I met my wonderful, beautiful, amazing, splendid (you get the idea) wife and all of that changed.  Even when we were just friends she had a way to bring my creativity to the surface, she had a way to ignite the tiniest little piece of inspiration and turn it into something bigger than I could ever have expected.  When we fell in love and then went on to get married, her status as my muse only continued to grow and develop into something that almost took on a life of its own.

Coincidentally, I am fascinated by the nine muses found in Greek Mythology!
Perhaps my wife is the tenth muse?

I cannot explain how or why she has such an effect on me and my writing.  Possibly because we are always on the same wavelength and she gets me in a way no one ever has before?  We lie in bed at night talking about a story and the next day I feel so inspired and am able to spend hours writing... sometimes to the point that I  NEED to force myself to go to bed or I will write all night long.  Just this morning we were discussing something and she made a little comment that suddenly caused fireworks in my brain and BOOM, a new story was coming to mind.  I am not sure if this excess of inspiration is a good thing or a bad thing.  If I start a new story every week then nothing is going to get finished, but I also feel that if I don't write when inspiration strikes that I am hindering my own creativity.  The old adage 'better out than in' comes to mind here.

I now need to cut this blog post short because I NEED to get this new story out on paper (well, on word!)... who knows, perhaps I will share a little excerpt in the near future!

Yet to be named story - excerpt 1

This excerpt is from the first story I finished and is yet to be officially named.  I have been referring to this story as 'vampire rugby', because it centers around two rugby players who also happen to be vampires.

Anyone who knows me will know that I don't 'do' vampires or anything supernatural in nature, and that I am a huge rugby fan.  It is my disinterest in vampires and interest in rugby that brought this story into being.  One day I very jokingly told my wife that maybe if someone wrote about vampire rugby players, I would be more inclined to take an interest... I then went about my day as normal without giving the idea of vampire rugby players a second thought.  Until 2am the following morning, when I woke up with a storyline ready to go.

It turned out that the someone who would write about vampire rugby players was me.

As a general overview the story follows four characters - Victoria, Lizzie, Alex and Jake - who between them have three relationships.  Alex and Jake met (long time girlfriends) Victoria and Lizzie at a cafe one innocent afternoon.  After it was revealed that Alex was Lizzie's free pass and Jake was Victoria's, the four of them agreed to a one-time-only night of sex.  One night turns into two nights, two into three, three into four... and though it wasn't what any of them planned on, two new relationships are started, Lizzie and Alex, Victoria and Jake.  Lizzie and Victoria's relationship continues as before with the added bonus that they now each have a boyfriend.


I will go into more detail about the story in a later post, but for now I will leave you with an excerpt from the story and a link in case you'd like to download it.
*to download the PDF file, click on the downward pointing arrow on the top left of the document

Yet to be named story (excerpt 1) - Bree Guildford

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'Vampire Rugby' (unofficial title) - excerpt 1


~Alex~

Alex was doing his best to concentrate on driving but couldn't help sneaking glances at Lizzie every so often. She was really there. In his car. Going home. With him. To... He shook his head and once again focused on the road. Crashing was not an option. He ran a hand through his hair and was sure he heard Lizzie let out a little whimper... it was one of the hottest noises he'd ever heard. He willed time to speed up because if they didn't get home soon he was going to explode, in a very big way!

“I can't believe this is happening...” Alex said quietly and when Lizzie didn't respond he realised she hadn't heard him. He chuckled quietly and she turned to him

“I'm sorry, what?” Lizzie asked, blushing.

“Oh... uh... I was... talking to myself, really...” Alex replied, suddenly feeling even more flustered.

“Mmm?” Lizzie prompted him. He took a deep breath.

“It's just that... I can't quite believe this is happening... I mean, you know, I didn't think when I went to Puzzles this afternoon that THIS is how my day was gonna end,” he said honestly.

“Hey! That's my line!” Lizzie giggled.

“I can also tell you that neither Jake nor I really believed you girls would go through with that 'free pass' thing,” Alex commented and Lizzie smirked at him.

“That was pretty obvious. But we are very serious. And while we're on the subject of the free pass thing...” she started and then stopped.

“What? You have a very long list full of movie stars?” Alex asked teasingly. Lizzie laughed.

“No, actually. There is only ONE name on my list.”

“And who is th..... OH!!!!” Alex exclaimed when he understood what she was saying. “Well, I'm very, um, flattered!” Alex told her, in complete honesty.

As they stopped at a red light, Alex turned to Lizzie and, moving a hand to the side of her face, pulled her in toward him and kissed her with all the hunger he was feeling, letting out a little groan as her tongue swiped against his own. In a perfect world, that particular red light would have been red for a few minutes so he would have time to help her straddle him and then plunge deep inside her and make her scream. His cock twitched with the thought and he wasn't at all surprised when the car behind him tooted, indicating the light had turned from red to green and he was holding up the traffic.

“Lost in thought?” Lizzie asked him and he chuckled huskily.

“Like you wouldn't believe!” he replied and she laughed.

“Oh I would believe, Mr Bradshaw. I would very much believe!” Lizzie said, biting her lip when he looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“And what would make you so believing?” he asked her, smirking.

“I was just harbouring some rather explicit thoughts, that's all,” Lizzie responded.

Again Alex felt his cock stirring and wondered how in the hell he would be able to make it home without crashing and killing both of them.

Finally... finally they arrived at his house and after turning the car off he hastily undid his seatbelt – trying to not appear too eager – but he knew his eagerness was blatantly obvious to Lizzie. Not that she looked as if she had all the time in the world. He grinned at her and opened his door, surprised when Lizzie put her hand on his thigh.

“No,” she told him sternly, he looked at her confused.

“You want me to take you home?” he asked, hoping he was very wrong.

“No,” she replied and gave him a look that was pure sexual desire.

“What do you want me to do then?” he asked, feeling rather puzzled.

“Move your seat back as far as it goes,” she instructed him. He did as she asked, then licked his lips as she turned in her seat and in one smooth movement was straddling him.

“I... um...” Alex stumbled. Lizzie grinned at him and then placed her hands on his shoulders.

“There is no way I'm waiting an extra minute to have you inside me,” she informed him, and with that, moved her hands down between them and undid the button on his jeans – rising up on her knees so he could lift himself up and pull his pants and boxers down, just far enough.

“Oh god, I'm so glad you feel that way,” Alex exclaimed, and then all talking ceased.

Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, their lips moved against each other in a manner that soon made them breathless. Though they had had minimal foreplay he knew that neither could wait any longer so he hooked his index finger inside her panties and pulled them to the side. Lizzie plunged down on top of him and finally he was inside her.

So much sexual tension had built between them that Alex wasn't at all surprised when he immediately started to feel his orgasm building up... her pussy felt so wet and tight around his cock, it was impossible to pretend to have any form of self restraint. Not when he wanted her so badly. His hands quickly moved to her hips and he held her tightly against him, knowing that their close proximity to each other would be causing non-stop friction against her clit. Yes, he was a man – a very horny one at that - but he wasn't selfish and wanted the experience to be just as powerful for her. Perhaps even more so. Maybe if it was mind-blowing enough, they could discuss the possibility for another night of... free pass style sex... He was getting way ahead of himself though. They hadn't even finished having sex for the first time!

The combination of her tongue in his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders and her pussy tightly clenching at his cock made it very hard for him to try and control his responses. Lizzie was moaning loudly and he could feel her pussy starting to get tighter and tighter around him, so he knew that things were equally as intense for her. As she started to grind harder he instinctively pulled her down harder against him and as she began to moan in a very loud, high pitched fashion, he felt his orgasm getting very close to ripping free. He braced himself, and then in what worked out to be a case of exceptional timing, they both came – loud, hard, shaking.

Lizzie collapsed against his chest and he kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. For a couple of minutes they were silent, but then she looked at him and grinned.

“Sorry for my unladylike actions, but I just couldn't help myself... I have wanted you so badly, for such a long time,” Lizzie said, he chuckled.

“Oh believe me, no need to apologise,” Alex answered and kissed her again.

“Restraint has never been my strong point,” Lizzie admitted and Alex shrugged.

“Restraint is overrated!” he remarked and Lizzie laughed.

“Another of my lines!” she laughed. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her again.

“Shall we go inside now? Unless you feel the need to have sex on the path... FYI I'm totally cool with the idea if that's the case!” Alex teased and Lizzie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don't go putting thoughts in my head!” she remarked and they both laughed.

After untangling their bodies from each others, Lizzie and Alex managed to make it out of the car and he led her along the concrete path (without stopping half way to have sex!) and into the house. Alex didn't get a chance to take her to the bedroom because the moment the door was closed, Lizzie pushed him up against the wall and climbed him like a tree.

~Victoria~

Victoria followed Jake inside and bit her lip in anticipation. She couldn't believe she was actually in his house, and that she was going to have sex with him (more than once, she hoped). Standing in the kitchen, he turned to her and smiled warmly.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked – she knew he was referring to a drink - but couldn't resist.

“You...” she responded and found herself biting her lip again. By the time he was finished with her, there was going to be a hole in her damn lip.

Jake stepped closer to her and pressed her up against the bench then they began to kiss again, his hands working their way down her sides coming to rest lightly on her hips. Victoria placed her hands on his shoulders and as the kiss intensified her fingertips made their way up his neck and she moved her hands around the back of his head, burying her fingers in his hair. They both let out little moans of pleasure at the same time and Victoria felt her body starting to respond.

The kissing went on for a long time and although there was a lot of anticipation about what was to come, neither appeared to be in a hurry for things to get to that point... both knew that the longer they waited before finally giving in, the better it would be. That said, Victoria was quite literally aching to have him inside her and the fact she could feel his hardness against her belly told her he was feeling just as... in need.. as she was.

“I hate to be so forward, but... I really... need you,” Victoria said quietly against his mouth, and he pressed harder against her and tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, causing her to whimper loudly.

“Be as forward as you want to,” Jake said, gasping for breath when the kiss broke off.

“Lead the way,” Victoria prompted and Jake smirked naughtily at her.

“There is actually something I've wanted to do for a long time...” Jake said, looking at her suggestively.

Before Victoria could respond, Jake put his hands under her ass and lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he walked them through the lounge, down the hallway and into what appeared to be an office. She looked at the desk and grinned, imagining Jake doing the cliché pushing of all desk contents onto the floor, then taking her right there on the desk. When he bypassed the desk Victoria was surprised, but then her eyes focused on the high backed leather executive chair and she understood exactly what he was going to do. What they were going to do.

Again she was wrong.

Jake didn't sit on the chair and pull her down on top of him like she'd expected he would, instead he crouched down in front of the chair so that Victoria was sitting on it then, moving his hands behind his back, unwrapped her legs from his waist. He pulled a little lever on the side of the chair and the seat back moved to a reclined position, Victoria going with it.

“Perfect,” Jake said quietly and then, with her assistance, removed her skirt.

Spreading her legs he ran his hands up her thighs and over hips until his fingers were hooked in the waistband of her panties. Victoria lifted her bottom off the chair again and Jake began to slowly pull her underwear down. As he slipped them over her heels he looked up, his eyes sparkling.

“The heels are staying on,” he informed her and Victoria laughed.

She completely understood where he was coming from... she almost died whenever Lizzie wore heels and loved nothing more than having sex with her while she was still wearing them.

“I completely understand,” Victoria answered winking at him. He gulped noisily and gave her a pained look.

“As if I wasn't horny enough,” he remarked and Victoria raised an eyebrow at him. “Then you go and mention what you and your girlfriend do when you have sex... you really think I need the added mental imagery?” he joked.

“So, what are you going to do to me, Boss?” Victoria asked, thinking to herself that it was probably a good thing he didn't know about her little boss fetish.

Victoria waited for a naughty retort, instead he answered by dipping his head between her thighs and slowly licking from her hole to her clit. Victoria gasped. She had NOT expected that. After her initial (pleasant) shock her first instinct was to move her hands to his head, so she could tangle her fingers in his hair and hold his mouth more firmly against her. He repeatedly licked slowly from her hole to her clit and back again for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes... something about the position she was in caused his tongue to create a more intense sensation than if she was lying on a bed, couch, floor, bonnet of a car – and she couldn't help but moan loudly and get absolutely carried away by what he was doing to her.

There had been an enormous build up of sexual tension over the course of the day, well, from the moment she saw Jake at Puzzles. The flirting, the looks, the desire, and it had all made her very very horny. Some of that tension was of course released when she and Lizzie had had sex when they got home after leaving Puzzles – but it was really a different type of sexual tension – and it had only continued to build at the restaurant. Because of that, when Jake began to focus more on her clitoris she felt her orgasm starting to build almost straight away and she knew there was no point in trying to keep it at bay. When Jake moved her legs so they were over his shoulders Victoria felt things speeding up even more and she knew that it wouldn't be long. She just hoped he wouldn't mind her speedy climax.

Jake's tongue moved fast, back and forward over her clit and she could feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter with each swipe. Her moans became louder and more high-pitched, and though she tried not to, she was also pushing his face harder and harder against her while her hips bucked against his mouth. Her head was thrashing around, there was absolutely no way she could keep still. Her orgasm hadn't even hit yet and already it felt powerful. She held tightly to his hair, and when he suddenly pressed his face harder against her pussy she came undone, her orgasm hitting hard, her screams so loud they could probably be heard all around the neighbourhood. It seemed to go on forever and when she finally began to come down Jake began licking softly up and down her slit making sure to avoid any contact with her very sensitive clitoris. For one so comparatively young he had quite the skill when it came to oral. If Victoria hadn't been so dead from her orgasm she would have blushed at the thought of how much younger than her he was. But in her state she really didn't give a fuck.

Jake looked up at her and grinned. She managed to grin back even if her brain wasn't functioning well enough for her to perform the simple task of forming words. As Jake carefully moved her legs off his shoulders, he kissed the top of each of her thighs then stood up. Putting his hands on the armrests of the chair, he leaned over and kissed her. She whimpered as she tasted herself on him then moaned quietly because of the soft nature of the kiss. After the intensity up until that point it was nice to have a kiss so gentle. Even if it did leave her wanting more.

She had just had a crazily intense orgasm and she was already wanting more? Seriously?

“Well, that was certainly worth the wait!” Jake said, his voice husky. Victoria wasn't sure if he was referring to making her cum or finally making someone cum on his big boss chair, but she didn't care either way.

“That was... wow...” Victoria replied, not really knowing what word to use to describe exactly what it was. Wow seemed to fit the bill.

“Uh huh, it was pretty... wow!” Jake answered, kissing her again.

Somewhere deep inside she felt an ache and mentally rolled her eyes at herself. She was terrible! The man had just made her cum in pretty spectacular fashion and she was already starting to want more?

“It was very unexpected...” Victoria commented, then realised he could have taken that the wrong way. “I mean, unexpected in the way that I thought you were going to take me on your desk... or that I'd be straddling you on this big boss man chair... good unexpected...” Victoria said, trying to explain what she'd meant. “Not that either of the other options would have been bad...” Victoria added, then felt like slapping her own face. “Please just kiss me, so I stop rambling,” she pleaded.

“Gladly...” Jake replied and then kissed her again – this time not quite as softly as the more recent kisses - and there was no way Victoria could hide the fact she was starting to feel aroused again.

Without a word Jake stood up then leaned down and, putting one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, lifted her up and walked out of the office kissing her the entire time. He carried her through another doorway and Victoria realised they were now in his bedroom. Seconds later she was lying on his bed, with him lying beside her. She couldn't stop grinning as she thought about the events of the day and, sneaking a quick glance at him, she saw he was smiling just as much as she was.

“I don't know about you,” Jake started. “But today has been fucking crazy, in an awesome way, and I am exhausted!” he finished. Victoria laughed.

“It has been a very strange day, but good strange... And yes, I'm tired as well,” she responded, wondering what would happen next. For the first time, she felt a tiny bit awkward.

“I'm going to go and get a drink and use the bathroom. Do you want me to bring you a drink back?” Jake asked, rolling in toward her and kissing her. She felt a little more relaxed after that.

“A glass of water would be lovely... I'm a little parched!” Victoria said and he winked at her.

“All that screaming and moaning you were doing, I'm not surprised!” he teased and he had a point.

“That was all your fault!” Victoria gasped and he chuckled.

“Maybe I'll bring you two glasses of water then,” he said, winking at her before he got off the bed and left the room. She hoped that he meant what she thought he was implying... that there'd be more screaming and moaning before the night was over.

Victoria wondered how Lizzie's night was going and, rather than feeling jealous or weird about the fact she was off having sex with someone else, she felt more than a little turned on as she imagined what Alex may have been doing to Lizzie right at that moment. Sitting up, she picked up her handbag from the floor (obviously Jake had dropped it in on their way to the office) and got her phone out. She text Lizzie saying 'Hope that gorgeous man is everything you imagined he would be! Love you to bits, can't wait to see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.. if you sleep at all, that is! Love you xxx'. She by no means expected an immediate reply, but knew that Lizzie would text her when she could... she didn't exactly expect her to stop mid-sex to check her phone and respond to a text message!