When I originally wrote Surrender, I walked away from the keyboard shaking my head and thinking that I could never actually publish it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the story because truthfully, I loved it. I felt as though, as far as erotica is concerned, it’s one of the best I’ve written, and while it may be short, it certainly packs a punch.
The problem, I felt, was the fact that it was so much darker than the lighter ‘Alisa’ stories that I share and it’s the first time that I combine my love of paranormal with my love of …. well, sex. I let the story sit for a while as I tried to come up with ways that I could change it but the longer it sat, the more I simply grew to love the story I’d written.
Instead, I created a brand new pen name and went about the time consuming business of opening a new Twitter and Facebook account for her. Then I published this as a debut story titled Desperate Desires under the pen name. I had a couple of sales but literally, only a couple. I did a free promotion and even still, the story didn’t take off as I’d hoped it would. I do know that to be successful, I would have had to keep going and build up a library of stories to offer potential readers and since I believe Rachel and Devon’s story will continue, it shouldn’t have been hard to imagine.
But ultimately, I came to the conclusion that it’s exhausting to try to keep up with two separate pen names and all the social media that goes into putting both in the public eye, so Desperate Desires slipped deeper into the corners of oblivion. This made me sad. Remember, I love this story.
So, deep breath, here we are. I have deleted the pen name and all her social media accounts and blog. I made a few minor changes to the story (but resisted the urge to tone it down too much), and I changed the title to one that I like better. Today, I am proud to announce that the story is now proudly amongst my collection and I’m bracing myself for any feedback I may receive. I’m happy to share a snippet of it here.
Some creatures stalk the night in search of prey to satiate blood thirst needs. Others, equally dangerous, stalk the night in search of carnal pleasures to ensure survival. Rachel Morina had been roaming the earth as a succubus for more years than she cared to remember and somehow she never tired of the perks of the job – including gorgeous men who fell down around her, willing to satisfy her every need. Her mood and her appetite constantly evolved but her primal need for sex never faltered. But no life is perfect and Rachel knew this all too well. While she could have any man she wanted, there were always dangers that potentially lurked around every corner and as a result, she could never stay in one place too long and she could never have the same man more than once. Above all else, she could never know love.
When she meets Devon, she knows there is something unusual about him but will she surrender to the power he holds over her?
Some creatures stalk the night in search of prey to satiate blood thirst needs. Others, equally dangerous, stalk the night in search of carnal pleasures to ensure survival. Rachel Morina had been roaming the earth as a succubus for more years than she cared to remember and somehow she never tired of the perks of the job – including gorgeous men willing to satisfy her every need. Her mood and her appetite constantly evolved but her primal need for sex never faltered. But no life is perfect and Rachel knew this all too well. While she could have any man she wanted, there were always dangers that potentially lurked around every corner and as a result, she could never stay in one place too long and she could never have the same man more than once no matter how well-endowed or particularly talented he may be. Above all else, she could never know love.
Keeping her eye on the stranger across the room, Rachel took a long sip from her drink to steady her nerves. She was starving and he was just the fix she needed. She set down the drink and licked her lips, catching his attention as she did. She could tell by the way he stared at her that he was sizing her up. He would be attracted to her, they all were. Standing at just under six feet with a lean muscular body, she intimated some men, but not the ones that mattered. The latter reveled in her curves and her confidence and didn’t mind taking the time to make sure her desires were fulfilled.
She smiled in his direction and he smiled back at her. Yes, she would gladly feast on him for the evening. There was little doubt of it now. It was only a matter of planning the details. How exactly would she use this man to satisfy her needs?
Reaching down to adjust her black stockings, she could feel his presence without looking up. This one was particularly handsome with rugged good looks and large broad shoulders that she couldn’t wait to massage. She stood up and glanced up at him, batting her eyelashes shyly as she did.
“Hi,” he said. Simple and to the point. She liked a man that didn’t feel the need to use more words than necessary.
“Hi,” she said. She cocked her head to one side as she took in every detail about him. He didn’t flinch as her eyes roamed his body from head to foot. He had dark hair that hung down over his face to partially hide even darker eyes. This was a man with secrets, dark and devilish secrets.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Actually, I was just leaving.”
“Come on, just one drink? I wouldn’t mind the chance to get to know you a little.”
“I’m Rachel,” she said extending a hand. He took it eagerly, bringing it to his lips and kissing softly. She felt the warmth travel from her hand to between her legs.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Devon.”
“The pleasure is all mine. So, about that drink?”
“I’ll have whiskey,” she said.
“That’s quite a strong drink for such a lovely lady.”
“I’m a strong lady.”
Devon motioned for the bartender and ordered two whiskeys. Once he’d paid for the drinks, they chose a quiet table in a dark corner.
“You here all by yourself?” he asked her as they settled into the booth seat.
Rachel picked up the drink and finished it in one sip. He gave her an appreciative nod and then did the same.
“Not anymore,” she said meeting his gaze. He licked his lips and slid closer to her, bending his head to inhale the scent of her hair. She watched their reflection in a mirror opposite and knew that there was something different about this one but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he told her, “And I am a very lucky man.”
“Yes, you are.”
She felt his large warm hand on her thigh as he moved so close that there was not even an inch between them. The table sheltered his hand from view of the other patrons at the bar. He could easily slip underneath her dress and do all manner of naughty things and no one would be the wiser. She sighed and uncrossed her legs, opening them just slightly in invitation.
Devon squeezed her thigh gently and stroked from her knee to the hem of her dress, deliberately toying with the edge to drive her wild. She laid her hand over his to stop his flirtations.
“You don’t strike me as the shy type,” he said looking at her.
“And you don’t strike me as the type to play games.”
“Then I believe we have an understanding.”
He nodded slightly but didn’t move his hand. His fingers dipped to her inner thigh and she trembled at his touch, opening her legs just a little more in automatic response. He took advantage of the gap to slide his hand all the way up to the wetness between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she moaned as he cupped her sex in his hand and coaxed her to greater arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered into her ear, “Perhaps we should take this conversation somewhere a bit more private.”
“What exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
“Anything I want.”
To accentuate his purpose, he used his index finger to trace her clitoris and spread her juices over it as he rubbed lightly. Her body felt as though it were on fire. She slid back and watched their reflection through half closed lids as he played with her. It was pure torture the way he touched her and as he manipulated her sex, she could feel her need growing. She was getting so close to release. Her cheeks flushed with the realization that she was about to come in the middle of a public place.
Suddenly, he took his hand away and she looked at him in shock.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“Do you think I would really take a stranger home?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I think there isn’t much you wouldn’t do.”
She considered this for a moment.
“You may be right.”
“And it just so happens that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do either.”
“All the same…”
“Your pussy is soaked and aching for me. I know how to make you feel good. Really good.”
“I might hold you to that.”
As they stood up to leave, she deliberately brushed up along his body smoothing her hands over his chest as she walked past him, leading the way out the door. He was solid muscle under his button down dress shirt and she couldn’t wait to get him naked.
They walked in silence. He didn’t ask where they were going and she didn’t volunteer information. Being a large tourist town, he probably assumed that she was staying in one of the many local hotels. He was right, of course, but not for the reasons he expected. It was all part of her well executed plan, just like the tight fitting black cocktail dress that showed off her ample cleavage and firm stomach, and the black thigh high stockings and killer heels.
Rachel and Devon’s story has only just begun and I hope you will share their adventures. Follow the link…