#WIPITUP Wednesday – Gas Station Dirty Talk #BDSM #Unorthodox Chemistry

wipitup.jpgHello everyone, how is your week going? I’m putting all my efforts into finally finishing that manuscript. I’m soon going to cross 100k and I still have 9 chapters to go through according to plan. I hoped I could finish in time for NaNoWriMo when I’ll start Book 3 but that might be a too ambitious plan. Either way, here’s a small and steamy part of my characters’ road trip. 

Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of The Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel to Unorthodox Therapy. Unless life gets in the way I should finish it by the end of October and it will go live by February 18th, 2018. The cover is temporary.

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LINA

The ladies’ bathroom. In five minutes. You’d better be ready.

My heart was beating with excitement as I got up from the plastic, uncomfortable chair and walked to the back of the cafe. The lilt of my hips was very subtle under the wide, woolen skirt. The faces of everyone in the gas station, lost in their conversations and plans and the casual hum-drum winter day made the thrill greater. If only they knew what was about to happen.

Or maybe that’s the routine here and many couples have tried the bathrooms, riled up and horny, after hours of driving. Perhaps the innocent, family friendly and cookie cutter environment was hiding a lot of secrets.

Dirty secrets covered in seed stained lipstick, with invisible marks on the surface.

The bathroom looked clean and nice enough, with white and blue tiles, lemon fragrance and metal rails along the walls. I smiled to myself in the mirror and raised the dress slowly while the excitement was slowly rushing in my system. The glass surface showed a different Lina, the kind of woman I’ve been out of touch with for a long time.

Thomas didn’t wait for the five minutes mark to pass before he burst into the room and locked the door. Without a word, he crossed the distance between us, grabbed me by the hair and dug his teeth into my neck until I cried out.

Quiet.He bit my earlobe and pushed a finger in my mouth. In response, I nibbled his skin and drew circles with a tongue as Thomas’ grasp grew rougher. His hard cock was pressing against my exposed rear, protected only by a thick layer of tights.

You wouldn’t want everyone in here to find out what a horny slut you are, would you?” Damn, how much I missed that mischievous hot whisper, the depth of his voice as he was uttering dirty promises. “You wouldn’t want them to learn you need to be fucked within an inch of your life. Is that what you want, pet?”

Thomas lowered me down against the sink and pressed his palm against the small of my waist.

Hands on the sink. Eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me the whole time while I screw your pussy raw.”

Oh fuck.

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It may seem like I’m a big time masochist but I already look forward to the editing phase. One step closer to publication. Now, don’t waste time and go WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.

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