Tuesday, August 3, 2010

August Pleasures

Author's Note

Summer is flying by and all, too soon, will be past us. Backyard barbecues, sunsets on the beach, and hot afternoons running through sprinklers are moments to be savored and cherished. So far, my short and hot summer has been spent writing the young adult novel, Dreaming in Color, taking pre-orders for the January-bound novel of erotic romance, Dangerous Pleasures, and getting to know my first ever Smart Phone. All while making time for trips to the beach, of course. Once I've finished the novel, I will be hosting a series of how-to workshops on publishing and writing in the Tampa Bay area. Stay tuned. Keep enjoying your summer. Be well.  And, as always, thanks for reading the words I love to write. - Fiona


Dangerous Pleasures Pre-Order

It's officially official! According to Amazon UK, Dangerous Pleasures will be available on January 25, 2011. If you want your autographed copy mailed by that date (or before), send me a private email to (f.zedde@gmail.com) and get a jump on everyone else.


Upcoming Workshops

Write Your Novel Workshop  

If you've always wanted to write that novel or you have one "in progress," this workshop is for you. In this series of writing sessions, we will push forward with our novel writing projects, explore methods to get beyond writers' block, make our stories come alive, and take the book to the next level. Location/Date/Time - To be announced.To sign up for the workshop taking place in the late fall, or to find out more, contact me at f.zedde@gmail.com.  

Publish Your Novel Workshop  

You've written that novel, now what? Sign up for this workshop to find out the next steps to take. In these sessions, we'll talk about what publishers are looking for, how to get your book publisher/agent-ready, and how you can make the process work for you. Location/Date/Time - To be announced.To sign up for the workshop taking place in the winter, or to find out more, contact me at f.zedde@gmail.com.


Rumi Verse of the Month

Come into me 

that way again. 

Like a fresh idea
in an artist's mind.                 


Hot Shorts

For previous installments of this short story and other stories, see earlier blog posts.

"Study Session" Part III

She lay drowsing under the window with the sun heavy and stinging warm on her belly when Mercedes came by for their study session on Sunday afternoon. She was early.
Tessa turned her head at the sound of the knock, but didn’t bother to get up.

“Come on in.”

Mercedes looked around the room, eyes moving briefly over the obvious lack of furniture and the pillows strewn everywhere to the girl lying in the sun, with only a threadbare rug between her back and the hard floor.

“Where’s your roommate.”

“At her boyfriend’s place.”

“Good. Because there’s something we need to get out of the way before we start on our presentation.”

"What?” Tessa sat up.

After last night, she was sure that Mercedes would call to cancel or at least postpone their last session. Mercedes propped her book-bag against the closed door and slid the lock home.

“I know what you want, Tess. And obviously you can’t handle it. So I’m going to let go of all this tension for you… for both of us.”

Tessa stared into the unblinking eyes of the other woman before she stood up and walked past her to get to the bathroom. “Don’t play games with me, Mercedes.”

Her hands were shaking. What was this shit? Here was Mercedes, the woman who slithered through her day and twilight dreams, making it sound like … well like she wanted her. Tessa closed the bathroom door pressed her solitary aching weight against it.

She took a deep breath. Please be gone when I open this door. She picked up a washrag off the metal towel rack and put it under the cold tap.

The low sound of Mercedes calling her name reached Tessa from behind the door. Then the catch released and the door opened. In the mirror, Tessa watched Mercedes come to her.

The first sting of her tongue, an insistent snake at the back of her neck, snapped Tessa’s body to attention. She dropped the wet cloth.   The hands enfolding her breasts from behind had her own fingers curling into the edge of the sink, her breath scraping roughly in an unbearably dry throat. Tessa moaned and arched into those fingers, begging them to touch her nipples, stroke her harder.

“So is this what you want?”

All she could do was groan and push her ass against the zipper of Mercedes’s jeans, trying to prolong the electricity firing in her belly. Teeth opened on her neck and sank into the straining flesh.

“Is this what you think about in class?”   Blunt nails raked the inside of her thigh. “Did you want me to fuck you in the library?”

Mercedes’s hand pushed up the hem of Tessa’s skirt clawing at the hot skin as it raised the cotton higher. Her fingers brushed bare hips. A low growl of appreciation rumbled in her throat.

“No panties, Tessa? You were expecting me to come.”
Tessa groaned at the first teasing brush of fingers at the top of her thighs.

“Open your legs for me, baby.”

She helplessly obeyed, gasping when Mercedes’s thumb stroked her clit.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please.”

The mirror teased her with its image of them, Mercedes’s tongue a tease at her earlobe, her hand stroking Tessa’s breast and nipple. But it was what she couldn’t see that pulled the breath from her lungs: Mercedes’s fingers sliding around her wetness, flicking against her clit, making her hips jerk against her hand.

An electric current jolted between her nipples and her cunt as pin-wheeled behind her closed eyelids. Her belly tightened and she fell apart with Mercedes’s teeth at her neck, her thumb hard against her clit. Her breathing was ragged, loud in the little bathroom, as she came as quietly as she could.

Through the wall she could hear her neighbor’s stereo, the sound of laughing boys. Tessa closed her eyes to the girl in the mirror, to her sweat-drenched skin and swollen lips.

“None of that, mouse,” Mercedes said with a soft laugh. We’re not done yet.”

Damn right.

Tessa was in a daze, but if this was all she was going to get of her Mercedes fantasy, then she was going to make the most of it. She turned around in Mercedes’s arms and kissed her.

A shifting push/pull of wet flesh, full lips and a pierced tongue that set her clit to jumping again. She slid her hands up under Mercedes’s shirt, palms flat against her belly and pushed her out the bathroom.

“True,” she said, her eyes drowsy but intent.

“Now the mouse wakes up. I think I’m going to like this.”

“You talk a lotta shit, you know that?” Tessa didn’t wait for an answer.

She pushed until the backs of Mercedes’s knees touched the bed, still engaging her tongue in that clit firing dance.

“I want to see your tits.”

(to be continued)

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