I am working to refine my writing skill. I started writing many years ago as a technical writer. Writing mostly instructional manuals. I am also working on an autobiography. I would love to make the transition to writing fiction, but I am discovering that making the transition is not as easy as it appeared in my imagination. Constructive feedback is most welcomed.

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It's a cool, fall night. Donna is lying on her bed with the windows open at her beach house. The soft roar of the waves dance in her ears. The smell of salt and jasmine waft through the room. She just finished her bath and is lying on her bed with just a towel wrapping her hair. She couldn't help but fantasize about the 18 year old boy at the surf shop. His tan, naked body standing in front of her. She wondered how much fun he would be in bed. She looked down and noticed that her nipples have hardened under her fantasy and the cool breeze. She runs her hands under her breasts then cups them with a sensual caress. She rolls her nipples between her fingers. Closes her eyes again she day dreams about her surf boy as he kisses her nipples, between her breasts then works his way down. He pauses at her naval and traces around it with his tongue. He rubs the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. She let's out a soft gasp as he flicks his tongue on her clitoris. She opens her eyes and rubs her hands down her body to her clit. Her hand traces every valley and fold of her lips. As her hands get more wet she pulls up and taps her finger on her clit. She closes her eyes and returns to her fantasy. He is driving his tongue in and out of her and sucking on her lips. He's like a ravenous animal as he buries his face between her legs. She grabs his hair and forces his face harder between her legs before pulling him up. She pulls him up to her face and kisses him hard and passionately. She can smell and taste her own juices on his lips. She reaches down and grabs his hard cock and begins to stroke him. He moans in her ear before he bites down on her ear lobe. His hands find her breasts and he starts squeezing them like an eagle holding it's prey. He pinches her nipples between his knuckles. She coils her legs behind his thighs and pulls him closer. Moaning fills the room as the head of his throbbing penis rubs against her clit and lips. She opens her eyes again to watch as her finger plunges deep into her dripping wet vagina. A sticky, wet sound echos in the room each time her finger drives into her body. She closes her eyes again to see her young lover driving his stiff cock into her. Each pump causes her breasts to jump. She bites her lip as he picks up speed. He's just small enough to fit inside her before it hurts. He's like an animal in heat as he gets faster and driving deeper. A slight, breathy, moan escapes as her ecstasy builds. Hearing this seemed to encourage him more. She gasps and softly moans for him to go faster. She could feel her stomach starting to tighten and her thighs starting to quiver as she starts building for an amazing orgasm. She begs him for more and he does not deny her request. He locks a gaze into her eyes before breathing through his teeth. She knows he is about to explode. She relaxes as she settles into her own orgasm. He opens his mouth and gasps as he thrusts deep inside her. With each thrust she could feel his warm seamen pumping deep inside her. Her own stomach and thighs start shaking and quivering with her own orgasm. Opening her eyes, she notices the soaking wet bed. She doesn't recall ever squirting during an orgasm before. Maybe she should act on her fantasy and get this surf boy into her bed. For now, though, she is satisfied and relaxed. She moves over to the other side of the bed, pulls a blanket over her naked body and drifts off to sleep.

Ok, I am having a soap box moment. So... you will have to indulge me. 《Grabs a soap box and steps up》

I am getting increasingly more frustrated with women and I'm not sure how to handle it. While I will admit I am no "Ken Doll", I do consider my self fairly attractive. What I lack in physical appearance, I completely overcome with creativity, honesty, and passion. That being said, how does a guy overcome the issue of being short? I am recently divorced and am hitting the single scene at the ripe age of 42. I am also only 5' 8" and a little over weight. Because of my Irish heritage, I'm very much "white".

I have been on multiple singles sites and iwould say 75% of the women are looking for someone taller than they are and "riped". Should I even invest my time and money in these sites? I have tried them in the past with minimal success or am I doomed to just be short and single? I can't change my height and even if I could fake it, isn't that just stating an obvious lie on my height where it would be obvious I was wearing some kind of enhancement? That would be like a woman wearing one of those bras with cup enhancers. At some point, the truth will come out.

Am I just way off the mark on this or is there any advice I should consider?

《Rant over and soap box pushed to the corner》

This is a small portion of a full length novel I am writing. It has been years in the making... as I find inspiration.

Some of my writing is based on my personal preference and experience, and some is based on experiences of others. I'll leave it to my readers to figure out which is which.

Much of my character development and description is earlier in the book so readers would know what my characters look like.

Heather- I used a picture of Valerie Bertinelli as my visual reference and she is 41



Tom- I used James Marsden and he is 28



To fill in some of the missing facts. Tom was recently fired from the company that he and Heather worked for. Heather kissed him in the archive room and they were caught. Tom took the blame.

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-DINNER DATE-
Heather arrived early to the restaurant and was quickly seated at a corner table. She continuously checks her phone to see the time. “Oh Hell! He better not get cold feet and leave me sitting here alone. I want answers.” As she glances up from her phone, she notices Tom walk through the door. Their eyes meet and he starts walking her direction. She stands as he arrives next to the table. She grabs him in her arms and hugs him close. His heart is beating like a thoroughbred horse after a race. She looked up into his eyes and asks,” What the hell happened?” His warm eyes made her melt a little as he asked her to sit down.
“Dr. Stevens thinks I tried to take advantage of you.” he finally stated. Heather blurted exasperatedly, “WHAT?!?” Her outburst drew the attention of some of the nearby patrons. “He’s completely wrong. I kissed you! Didn’t you tell him?” Tom looked deeply into her eyes searching for the right words to say. “DAMNIT! Say something! What did you tell him?” she finally said trying to understand what Tom was thinking.
“If I had not taken the blame, he would have fired you instead of me. I couldn’t let that happen. You’ve put in too many years to throw your career away on me.” Heather tried to interrupt but Tom grabbed her hand. “My uncle said I can work at his engineering firm until I can find something more suited to my career.” He said as he caressed her hand with his thumb. “Besides…” he paused and raised an eyebrow at her, “Now we can do whatever we want and don’t have to worry about who sees us.” Heather gave him a puzzled look, still trying to understand his decision. “I still don’t understand why you would do that.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Don’t tell me that you love me because we only met a couple months ago. I refuse to take that as an answer.” Tom smiled and answered,” I don’t know about love, but it certainly is lust.” Heather pushed up one side of her mouth as she pondered what she should do. “Excuse me a moment, Tom” she said as she stood up, “I need to visit the ladies room.” She quickly made her way to the ladies room. She checked her makeup in the mirror and considered her next decision carefully before stepping into the nearest open stall.
Tom couldn’t help but notice her frown when she returned to the table taking the seat next to him. Before he could say a word she held up a finger to silence him. “First, I don’t agree with what you did. Second, you should have told the truth to me and him. I’m a grown woman and I am more than able to take care of myself. Third, and most importantly…” she paused and put her lips next to Tom’s ear, “I’m not wearing any underwear.” She gave him a long stare and stood up to leave. He popped up like a jack-in-the-box and placed his hand in the small of her back as they headed out the door. They walked to his car and he opened the door for her as she slid into the passenger seat. He quickly ran around to the other side and jumped in like a teenager on his first date. Technically, this was their first date.
Tom started the car and gave her a quick look. It was as if she could read his mind. “Your place.” she said with a purr. He smiled and backed out of the parking space and headed towards his apartment. “Can I ask you something, Tom?” she finally said to break the silence. “Sure. Anything.” he replied. “Are your hands clean?” she said giving him an inquisitive look. Tom didn’t understand the question, but stammered,” Umm, yea… I guess so.” Heather took his right hand and looked it over a few times then grabbed his pointer finger and inspected it closely. “Am I clean?” he finally asked. Without a word in reply Heather took his finger into her mouth and started sucking on it long and hard. She opened her mouth and added his middle finger to the other. She moaned and made sure that there were plenty of slurping sounds as she simulated oral sex on his fingers. She sucked hard then pulled his fingers out with a slight popping sound. She slyly grinned and replied,” Yes, I think they are clean now.” Heather pushed out her bottom lip a little and seductively cooed,” Why don’t you put them to some good use.” She lifted her dress slightly and spread her legs. If Tom had any question about her “no underwear” statement, they were confirmed. He slid his hand up her thigh. His pinky brushed her trimmed pubic hair and lightly touched her clitoris. “Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite” she finally responded as she grabbed his hand and pushed it firmly between her legs. He started rubbing her slowly and gently. She took his hand and pressed it hard against her, moving it up and down her clit. He finally spread his fingers slightly and she moaned as a slight waft of her arousal filled the car.
“Come on now, I hope you can do better than that.” she asked with concern. With that comment he pressed his hand hard against her clitoris before plunging his middle finger deep inside her. Heather opened her legs wide and moved her hips and squirmed for him. She sighed and whispered,” Yes baby…just like that.” With every sigh and moan, Tom tried to concentrate on the road to keep from having a wreck. She gasped slightly when he started to tickle her G-spot. “If you stop doing that, I’ll kill you” she moaned. Heather felt her stomach start to tighten as her thighs started to tingle. Tom stopped the tickle and pressed his finger against her love button and rubbed. Heather’s stomached quivered a few times and she sighed. As Tom pulled his finger out she felt a trickle of wetness run down between her cheeks. She smiled as Tom put his finger in his mouth to lick her wetness from his hand. She teased him by slapping his hand,” No, you don’t get to enjoy that yet. We have to get your apartment first.”
As they pulled into his apartment she pushed her dress back down a little. He opened the door and took her hand to help out of the car. Heather’s legs were still quivering as she walked up the steps to his apartment. Tom had a split second to close and lock the door before Heather spun him around, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard and deep. Their lips parted as they started exploring each other’s tongue. Heather put her hand on his crotch and started rubbing him through his slacks. He was getting so big for her, but she would find out just how big later. She pulled his head back and whispered, “Now what were you looking for in the car? Oh yes… a taste.” She pushed his head down and Tom kissed her neck then moved down to her chest kissing the exposed cleavage, before dropping to his knees and lifting up her dress. She could hear and feel his scruffy face moving through her neat but natural hair. Tom reached up and found the zipper of her dress. As the zipper fell, so did her dress. The sudden rush of the cool air hit her nipples and they perked up ever so slightly. Tom’s strong hands grasped her cheeks as he buried his face between her thighs. She ran her hand through his her and gave him a slight pull every time he found the right spot. His tongue felt amazing as he traced every line of her lips and he was firm but gentle with her clit. Tom rubbed his finger across her anus and pressed on it slightly. Heather tightened up her cheeks and warned him,” Not yet sweetie. What kind of girl would I be if I let you have that much fun so quickly?” She pushed his head back firmly and he fell back on his behind. She jumped on his chest and pinned him to the floor. “Now, why is it that I’m the naked one and you still have your clothes on? We must remedy this issue, don’t you think?” She put his hands behind his head and leaned forward and kissed him before nibbling on his ear. “Don’t move! I mean it.” She said firmly in his ear. She unbuttoned his shirt and slide down his body as she went. With the last button freed she threw open his shirt. She raked her fingers down his chest before leaning forward. She looked up at him as she licked one of his nipples. He cringed and gasped as she bit the same nipple that she had just licked. “Did that hurt you, sweetie?” she mocked as she moved to the other one and repeated the same actions. She moved down even further and unbuckled his belt and freed him from his cloth prison. She pushed his pants and underwear down as far as she could, which wasn’t much. He had a very large erection. Heather could almost see his pulse as it throbbed for her. She turned herself around and positioned her hips above his face, but didn’t lower herself down. She leaned forward and took his shaft in her hand. She licked the tip of his engorged member before taking just the head into her mouth. Tom lifted his head to get another taste of her intoxicating wetness. Heather, quickly stopped and looked back and sternly said,” Hey! I said don’t move!” With that, she dug her nails into his thigh and he flinched at the sudden pain then relaxed.
She took him into her mouth and sucked him in firmly. Her mouth ached a little from the pressure, but it was worth it. She felt the low rumble in his chest as he moaned. She had to be careful to keep the action going. She didn’t want to end the party too soon. She took him fully into her mouth a few more times before spreading her legs and lowering herself down to his waiting tongue. Like an animal dying of thirst he lapped at her lips. He drove his tongue in deep to get as much of her as he could. She lifted her hips and pulled him out of her mouth. Turning her head back to look at him, she ordered him to get on the couch. She rolled over and he sat up and finished taking off his pants and underwear and moved to the couch. He sat down with his hands still behind his head. She stood in front of him and did a little dance to the music in her head. She rubbed her lips and purred and moaned for him. “You want this, don’t you? He didn’t say a word, but nodded. This was the first time that Tom had a clear view of her breasts. They were all natural and very perky. He desperately wanted to take those into his mouth and possibly return the favor from earlier. He grinned slyly at the thought which she noticed. She straddled his waist and grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands behind her. They kissed once more. Heather could taste herself on his lips. She lifted herself up and pressed his face into her breasts. The scruff on his face tickled a little. She left his hands on her ass and she put a hand on each side of his head. She guided him to each nipple only letting him suck them for just a moment before pulling them back out. He squeezed her ass and lifted her up slightly. Heather knew what he was about to do, but would she let him do it? She finally leaned back a little and reached down with one hand and rubbed his cock. She lifted up and guided him into her. They both sighed and moaned with pleasure as she slowly lowered herself down. They started kissing again and Heather started rocking back and forth. She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders with her ankles at his knees. She lifted up until he almost popped out then let herself fall back down his shaft. With every rise and fall she could fill him stretch her just little and go a little deeper. She picked up the pace and bit her lip and started sighing with each bounce. She looked Tom in the eye and she could see the animalistic passion building inside of him. Would he give in and take her or would he let her stay in control. Almost as if he could read her mind, he grabbed her arms and pulled her into him, kissing her firmly on lips and hugging her tightly. He leaned forward and took them to the floor. He pushed her knees up to her chest and put her feet on his shoulders. He started pounding. “Yes baby… don’t stop” she said between each vigorous thrust of his hips. The sound of their bodies colliding was intoxicating and rhythmic. His chest and head started beading with sweat. He almost growled with each primal pump of his hips. “My turn to be in control” he said with a fervor in his voice. He pulled out and pushed her legs to the side, then lifted her hips. He was so strong when filled with this much passion. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back before pushed her head to the floor. She winced as he grabbed her hip and pulled her back. He aggressively entered her once again. He let go of her hands and held her hips in both hands and rammed himself firmly inside her. He was slapping against her clit with every thrust. She reached back and started rubbing her clit and she felt another orgasm building. Her stomach started to quiver and her legs started to tighten, the pleasure was building. She gasped deep a few times then moaned loud and hard as her whole body started to shake. She knew he was close too. With a few more thrusts of his hips she felt him explode inside of her. “Damnit Tom! Who the hell said you could do that?” she exclaimed! She turned herself over and pushed a finger inside to try and scoop out the sticky mess that he left inside her. He was visibly shaken by what he had just done and started apologizing profusely. “I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry!” he kept saying over and over again. “You know what? I don’t care. Whatever happens, happens. Just don’t ever do that again without asking.” She finally resigned. He laid down next to her and she laid her head on his shoulder. Their sweaty bodies glistening in the dimly lit room. Heather quietly pondered what other kind of trouble they could get into in the future.

I am an amateur writer. I have been dabbling in erotic fiction and fantasy fiction for years. I have decided that I will share some of my writing here.

I am open to critics, but I ask that you be constructive. Just saying,"that sucked", isn't helpful and is not welcome. I ask that you treat my writing as you would the people that post their pictures. For some of us, it is a big step to share our bodies and for me it is my writing.

If you have a topic you would like me to write out for you. Please feel free to send me a message. I can't guarantee a quick response, but I will reply and let you know if I find your idea interesting. Also, be as detailed as you feel necessary. I love to write and have an enormous imagination, but if you are looking for something particular, you have to tell me.

I am also not heavily into bondage. I don't get the appeal and I don't write well about it if I don't understand it.


Most of my writing has been directed towards the female reader and therefore is from the female perspective. I have MANY female friends that have shared their sexual experiences. I have discovered that every female reacts to pleasure in a different way. Some get more aggressive and some are just the opposite; laying back and "enjoying the ride". If you are a woman and feel that you want to increase my knowledge on what you feel physically and emotionally during sexual encounters, you are encouraged to message me. As I said, every woman is different, I am always searching for new data to use in my writing.