Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Excerpt from WIP Teelan series

Emergency landing on a strange new world. Grant is her internal artificial intelligence computer. 

“Gina.” Grants voice roused her from slumber. The lid and sides of the bed folded away.
“Yes, I’m awake Grant. Rescue?”
“No but I’ve located a planet. We will be landing there soon. Atmosphere is optimal. Gravity zero-point seven-five-seven-seven normal. Planet contains large bodies of water and several land masses.”
“Unknown. The search capabilities on this lifepod are limited.”
“I suggest the tropical areas near the equator for landing.”
“Concur,” she answered.
“Gina, Some of the pods systems were damaged during our escape. Not all the landing jets are functional. Set down will be rough but survivable. I am searching now for a small body of water to land in.”
 “Understood. Rough landing.”
She glanced down slightly to the left of her feet and saw the planet through the viewport. It was blue and green much like Earth and Teelan but the bodies of water appeared larger. The globe grew in size quickly and soon just a small portion filled the viewport. Although she could not hear or see it, the atmosphere started to buffet the craft as it began final approach.
Straps snaked across her legs and torso, pinning her arms to her sides. They cinched tight holding her in her prone position. A red glow crept across the clear window and she knew it was a result of the tremendous heat being generated as the pod sunk deeper into the atmosphere.
The craft rotated and she was gazing up into a bluish sky. The rockets kicked in with a jar when all three available main engines surged to life in attempt to reduce forward momentum. The compensators fought desperately to equalize the horrendous g-forces pressing against her. Even through the sound deadening, she heard the loud splash when the craft plunged into the water.
Her view of the sky blurred when liquid closed over the viewports. The craft sunk deeper. Outside light dimmed and vanished altogether. At length forward momentum ceased and upward motion began. After what seemed like a long, long time the pod bobbed to the surface. She heard the hissing and popping as intense heat was dissipated from her craft to the surrounding liquid. Though it was light outside the pod, her view was blurred by the boiling steam surrounding her.
“We have landed,” Grant told her unnecessarily.
“So I surmised,” she answered sarcastically.
A single jet shuddered to life and imparted forward motion briefly before it sputtered and died. “I have expended the last of our fuel. We can only drift from here,” Grant reported. “Hopefully it was enough to guide the pod to shore.”
“It should be.”
For hours she watched land get closer slowly. At last the craft ground to a halt when it beached a few yards from shore. The straps holding her released and Gina climbed from her chair. Stepping to the controls she electronically unlocked the escape hatch above her head. Climbing to the pods roof she splayed her feet wide for balance and surveyed her surroundings.
The shore in front of her and to each side as far as she could see contained a heavy covering of blue and green foliage. The trees and bushes and vines appeared tropical in nature. Judging from the stifling heat and humidity that caressed her skin her summation was correct. 
“Well all ashore that is going ashore,” she said aloud. Climbing back into the craft she gazed down at herself, barefoot, wearing only panties and a nightshirt. “Hardly dressed to go hiking in the jungle am I?”
She grabbed a survival pack, slung it onto her back and then climbed back onto the roof.  Sitting, she slid down the side into chest deep water. She waded ashore and sat in the sand. Rifling through the pack she found a survival knife, a small ray-pistol, first aid kit and concentrated rations she estimated would last for about a week. In addition there was a canteen like object that drew in vapor from the air and converted it to drinkable liquid. There were three more bags like this on board the pod.
“Okay four weeks of food so finding something to eat is not priority.” The sand was already becoming uncomfortable on her feet and she stepped into the water. “First order of business is something to wear on my feet.” She looked at the jungle in apprehension.
“Grant, anything on life here? Especially the dangerous kind.”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.”
“Then help keep watch while I gather some leaves and vines to make shoes from.” Fine sand squished through her toes as she headed across the beach toward what looked to be leaves of the right size to make shoe soles. She cut several off, along with vines and then looked up at the ominous clouds gathering overhead.
“I think we will hold shoe making class inside today. Otherwise I’m pretty sure it will be a wet class.”
Holding the vines over her head, she waded back out to the pod, climbed the built-in steps on the side and clambered back into the craft. After shutting the hatch she sat down and went to work fashioning her shoes. Hours later, after many frustrating attempts she viewed the results. “Not high fashion, not even pretty but they will protect my feet,” she mused. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Excerpt from my current Wip

Caution this story is paranormal erotic romance. The sex scene is highly descriptive in nature and may offend some. If you find M/F/M sex offensive please do not read. 

"This place is different, you'll see," Mark said to them.
Meg wiggled into a more comfortable position in Joseph's lap. Every one called him Joseph except she and Mark. Joe chuckled in her ear and walked his fingers across her belly. "I'll bet." He chuckled.
He fingered the silver dangle hanging at her navel and brushed her long brown hair to one side. He kissed the nape of her neck sending shivers racing along her spine.
 "And what makes this place any different from any other strip joint," Meg asked, "Besides the fact its out in the middle of nowhere?"
Mark grinned. "The drinks are cheap, the table dances cost half as much as other places and some of them are even free."
Meg shifted and her tight mini skirt rose a little higher. Her legs spread open more. She smiled when she saw Mark's eyes shift to her lacy white silk panties. The relationship had started with her and Joe living together. Joe was just over six feet tall and thin but by no means skinny. He had short blond hair and the dreamiest blue eyes she had ever seen. His light complexion contrasted with Marks darker one. He had large hands. That's not the only large thing he has.
Meg wiggled a little feeling his erection slip into the crack of her ass. She reminisced about the awkward conversation that occurred not long after. Joe had suggested that his friend Mark move in with them to share apartment rent and other expenses. He hinted about sharing more. At first I was reluctant, shocked really. Having two men in bed with me at the same time, both with the intention of having sex, sounded very kinky. In the end the very naughtiness of it made me decide to give it a try.
Meg turned a little to provide Mark with a better view. Now I wouldn't have our arrangement any other way. She studied Mark appreciatively. Unlike Joe who had to bend down to kiss her, Mark only had to tilt his head. Okay so I'm a little short. Isn't the saying good things come in small packages?
Mark was stockier although not a bit of his muscular body was fat. His long dark hair brushed his shoulders and framed a heart shaped face. His thick lips were very kissable. Marks six-pack abs were to die for. His chestnut colored brown eyes drove her crazy with need. Mark's cock was slightly shorter than Joe's but thicker. Meg grinned. The best of both worlds just in two different men. Having sex with both of them at once was a dream come true. I don't mind making every part of me available for their pleasure and ultimately mine. She enjoyed teasing her men before taking care of their needs.
Joseph slowly unbuttoned her Maroon top and folded it open exposing her white, with black sequins, shelf bra. e  pulled down on her bra cup causing her left breast to spill out. they werem'He carefully slid each strap down on her arms and pulled down on the bra cups. First her left breast and then her right spilled out of the bra cups. Joe fondled and caressed each of them in turn. She sighed in pleasure and leaned back against his chest.
"You have fantastic tits babe," Joe said.
"I agree," Mark seconded. "Just over a handful and those dusky red areolas of yours make my mouth water just looking at them.
Meg's nipples stiffened and peaked at hearing the compliments.  
They left the last of the freeway lights behind as they drove into the country. The cars interior plunged into darkness.
"Oh no this won't do," Mark said. "I can't watch the show."
He reached up and tapped one of the reading lights. Meg smiled. The rest of the cars interior was shrouded in darkness but she was illuminated as if under a spotlight.
"Much better." Mark grinned.
Raise up a little," Joe ordered.
When she complied, he smoothed her black suede skirt up and bunched it around her waist. He slipped his hand under her panties, pressed his thumb to her clit and starting rubbing it. Two of his fingers wiggled into her channel.
"Oh God," she moaned. Her skirt no longer confined her. Meg spread her well tanned legs wide. She was proud of her flexibility and knew it was one reason she could keep her men happy. Her right leg pressed tight to the passenger door. The heel of her shiny black leather boot hooked into the storage compartment in the door. Her left she slid behind the shifter and she draped across Mark's lap.
"Would you like me to open your fly so you can fuck me Joe?" she asked.
"Not right now babe. I know you'll take care of both of us later. Right now it's all about you."  
"I agree," Mark said. He slid his hand up her knee high boot and onto the tender skin of her inner thigh. Reaching back, Mark handed her one of the decorative pillows from the back seat. "I think maybe you should sit on this love." He winked at Joe.
She raised one eyebrow in question but slipped the pillow under her ass. She shuddered when Mark resumed gliding his hand over the tender skin of her inner thigh while Joe pleasured her clit and vaginal passage.
"Oh God, Oh God I'm so close," She moaned a few minutes later.
"Give it up honey," Mark said. "Give it to us."
Tremors rippled through her stomach and her legs shook as her climax burst into being. She ground herself down against Joe, her hips thrusting forward and back. The climax faded into pleasant memory.
"You're so beautiful when you climax Meg," Joe whispered into her ear. "Will you give us another one?"
She shuddered, "I'm so sensitive babe let me rest for a bit."
Mark chuckled. "You react even better when you're sensitive." Mark glanced at Joe. I think we should give her at least one more. Maybe more than one."
"I think you're right Mark."
She tried to close her legs to protect her exposed tenderness but her men had anticipated her. Joe braced his leg against her right holding it open. Mark clamped his hand down on her left holding it in place on his lap. Joe squeezed and pulled on her nipples while his thumb started working her swollen clit. The pain of having her most tender organ teased and played with passed and intense pleasure took its place. Meg groaned and moaned. She whimpered when the thumb fondling her clit went away. Moments later she sighed in pleaser when two fingers took its place. The fingers in her soaked passage worked in and out with increased tempo. She knew that it was Mark pleasuring her clit now while Joe finger fucked her to ecstasy.
With eyes glazed over and barely cracked open, she watched a truck go by on their right. The driver looked down and grinned at seeing her splayed open with all her intimate parts on display. She smiled back not caring if the entire world was watching her men fuck her into euphoria.