It’s November so it was a high time to start writing the sequel to my first novel, Unorthodox Therapy. As usual, NaNoWriMo turned out to be as good occasion as any and I’m nearly at the 10k mark. I thought that WIP it up may be exactly right for me so I can tease my few fans with small snippets of the tale of Lina, Thomas and their adventures and sufferings in the world of kink. If some of you thought that Unorthodox Therapy was hardcore wait until you see what I’ve got prepared for you at Part 2. I won’t say much more but you can expect new characters, more active role for such that were already introduced in Unorthodox Therapy, fetish club naughtiness, roleplay and dark fantasies on the verge of madness. The cover is temporary, just until I am done with the rough draft. The girl is too young (why is it so difficult to find a truly sexy and appealing image of a sexy woman in her thirties?) The estimated length of the novel is about 135 000 words but it can be more or less, depending on whether the characters behave as I tell them to (and they never do, damn it).
It was pathetic that I only found out how heartbreak truly felt at the age of thirty-seven. Maybe that was why it was even more difficult to move on.
I sighed, closed my eyes and rested my cheek on the soft pillow, in a hope the sleep would take me away to some better, happier place. Was it too much of me to ask for just one night of happy, kinky and wet dreams instead of the usual trips to nightmare land?
The masochistic streak at me tugged and as I was laying there, blind to the world, I imagined his fingers around my neck and his breath against my ear. He’d whisper in my ear he had missed me so much and pull my skirt up. His hand would pin me against the pillow, tender and comforting and cruel at the same time. In my twisted fantasy, Thomas would keep the veil of hair cascading down my face so I wouldn’t take a look at him. I’d obey the quiet, authoritative voice that beckoned me to stay still and do as I’m told. The silk of the panties would slide down my skin, leaving me unprotected, as I longed to be. That sensation of vulnerability and surrender that took possession of my brain, just like each time Thomas stripped me naked while he remained fully clothed. He’d warn me not to move a single muscle and not to anticipate. His palm would slide down my willing, quivering flesh and he’d spread my ass cheeks, with a deceptive caress. Then, after I was fully sedated and hypnotized by his presence, blinded, soothed and kept in place, Thomas would raise his hand for the first smack that would leave a hot, burning sensation…
That’s all for now, I must go back to writing. If you visit my website for the first time and you are interested in keeping up with my work, feel free to subscribe to Lilah’s steamy mailing list. You even get a free story – http://eepurl.com/b4sN_H. Meanwhile, if you want to see other writers and their work in progress go to the WIP IT UP Wednesday HQ for more teasing snippets.
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