More about the creative writing process

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My Internet has been down all day.  So I thought I'd create a post that I can hopefully get onto the blog when service is restored.  This one is less about the erotica itself and more about the technical & creative aspects of how I write.

I've been complimented from time-to-tim about my writing quality (not to brag) and I thank everyone for that as I really appreciate the remarks.  But it's not really a "natural" ability that just flows out of me.  It's the result of simple multi-pass refinement.

What I am hoping to do with this post is show you how almost anyone can achieve the same level of prose if you're truly dedicated to doing so.  I'm going to write an uber-short "erotic story" right now from scratch and show you how it develops into final form from a less than auspicious start.

Now the end result probably won't be anything special, but the point is to notice how it vastly improves during each pass.

First draft:  (Throw ideas down, get the general direction... ignore all errors)

He walked by window, noticed light and saw girl undresing. Hes undetected so split decision required to walk by or ssatify lustful pervy need to peep.  Checkuing around no one out that obviously sees him so he hides and watches her finishi undressing for night. Just as light in room goes out he finishes slef-pleasuring.

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OK.  So obviously the above is very short and crappy quality.  It's riddled with spelling mistakes galore and incomplete thoughts.  But the purpose is to record the initial idea flow as it occurs to me as quickly as possible.  I never stop to edit unless I make a mistake that's SO bad I won't be able to decipher what was even intended when I go back to edit.

Now having completed the draft, I can go back and address each idea, expanding it as I correct all of the obvious mistakes as well.

First edit:  (Fix errors, further refine text & story ideas.  Add some ambiance)

Coming home from the bar he noticed a light emanating from her bedroom window.  Not really intending to peek, but still... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.

He had a decision... walk by and be thankful for the brief exciting view or stop and watch this young lady.  He was on the fence, but had to decide quickly.  Glancing around to ensure no one was present, he slipped into a dark shadow to watch her.

He really couldn't help himself.  The spontaneous display was just so exciting.  So he stopped in the shadows, unzipping his pants and turning his attention to his own sex organ.

The moment only lasts briefly as she finishes undressing and then reaches for the wall switch and extinguishes the light.  But the moment lasted just long enough for him to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.

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OK, so after first edit it's much better.  This might be the point I stop at for a blog post or other partial idea.  But for most stories I'm intending to publish, I'd go back at least one more time (more likely 2-3 times) refining and embellishing the story each pass.

Second edit:  (Embellish story.  Add even more ambiance.  Start to develop/describe characters.)

Coming home from the bar Tom was enjoying the cool still night.  There had been a new moon earlier in the week so it was mostly pitch dark.  The darkness made it easy to notice the contrasting light emanating from her bedroom window.  Not really intending to peek, Tom simply couldn't help it... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.  Her blond hair, long and straight, hung down in front of her already naked b-cup breasts .  Her skin was tan and smooth and he imagined how soft it must feel to the touch.

Tom had a decision... to walk on by and be thankful for the brief exciting view he'd already seen or live up to his name and decide to stop and "peep" this young lady.  He was on the fence but had to decide quickly.  Glancing around to ensure no one was present, Tom went with his genetic male tendencies and slipped into a dark shadow to watch her complete her undressing.  

She was just starting to remove her pants and even from a distance of about 12 feet Tom could make out the tattoo, a simple red heart, located right above her pubic patch and peeking out from the top of her white panties.  He could also see through their thin fabric that this beautiful girl was not a true blond though she did seem to keep things trimmed up nicely.

Tom really couldn't help himself.  The excitement of this spontaneous display had already inflated his sex organ to half-mast.  Without even considering the risk he unzipped and removed it from his trousers now eagerly coaxing his cock to full attention.

Without a moment to spare Tom's body, or most specifically his groin, had quickly reached a heightened sense of arousal which peaked just as the sexy girl, now fully nude, extended her dainty hand towards the wall switch that would extinguish the light.  Fortunately for Tom, her body had turned to face the window straight on and her full-frontal nudity was all the visual stimulation Tom needed to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.

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So the story is still nothing special, but it's quite a lot better than the mess I started with in the hasty first draft.  Now honestly I wouldn't normally write the first draft spontaneously like that.  I would have already planned out the scenes, mentally and in outline form, ahead of time.  

But the point simply is... when it comes time to write, what I feel works best is to not get bogged down spending lots of time during the first draft creation.  Just getting ideas down is the most important part.

Then expanding the story, fixing typos, or adding flowery text can all come later during subsequently editing passes.

So if you have a desire to do your own writing, but feel like you cannot attain the "finished quality" of some other things you've read, just remember that those pieces mostly likely got to that level through this multi-pass refinement process.  

Give it a try yourself.  It might not work for you initially (or at all) but I happen to know that quite a lot of writers do in fact use a process very similar to this.

And if you have no desire to write at all, but still read this far anyway, I hope you found this post to be entertaining or enlightening.

xxx

Gina

Vicariously Now Out!

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Yes!  I get so excited whenever I have a new release.  It's one of the best feelings associated with being a writer.

As you might guess from this post's subject.  Vicariously has just been released.  In honor of that, let me present to you the following sneak peak preview.

Be warned, it starts out very fast and gets right down to outright raunchy quick.  So if that sort of thing offends you, then you probably want to take a miss.  Of course then why are you even reading my blog!  LOL.  Enjoy. xx



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Hot, Nasty, Sweaty, Kinky Sex

Gina closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip hard, and used all her might to keep from screaming out, as she experienced a fucking like she’d never had before.  After all, it was nearly 4:00 a.m. and she really didn’t want to wake the neighbors in the adjacent apartment.

Actually, if she gave into her body and let out the wail that she could produce at this moment, it might very well wake the entire building and the one next door as well. 

For someone who didn’t know better, it would seem as though Gina was “getting lucky” every single night.  If you looked at it in a certain way, you could argue that was true.  But Gina felt anything but lucky.  She felt…

… a HUGE fucking dick pounding all the way up against her cervix, trying to force its way into spots that it really didn’t belong.  It had a slight bend to the left so that as it pumped in and out of her vagina it stimulated the right side of her canal.
 

It both hurt like hell and felt so good at the exact same time.

And then there was the penis in her ass, crawling up her rectum.  That one soon came inside her, squirt after sticky squirt oozed within her butt.  But just as promptly as it withdrew, another quickly replaced it and continued the sodomization.
    

Don’t forget the one, no make that two, now there are three, no back to two… OK, let’s just call it an alternating number of penises that were stuffed in her mouth.

“Eww,” Gina thought as she felt cum hit her in the side of the face and splash up into her eye.  Another dick was at the side of her head and it uncaringly shot its load right up into her ear canal.  Getting that clean would be nearly impossible.

On the other end of her body, cum shots rained down on her bare feet, in nearly a continuous stream, like a steady rain shower.  “Why,” she wondered, “were guys always so fucking obsessed with ejaculating on a woman’s feet and toes?” 

Gina could hardly take it all another minute.  But, fortunately she didn’t have to.  The clock finally stuck 4:00 am and Gina collapsed in exhaustion on top of her bed.  Sweat covered her whole body and it felt like sperm was dripping out of her pussy and her anus. 

But it wasn’t.  Her vagina was certainly wet alright from all the excitement.  But there was no cum in her hair.  No semen in her ears, nose, and eyes.  Her feet were covered only in a slight film of perspiration.  She had made it once again.

Gina sighed in relief, and grasped the towel on the side of the bed and wiped the sweat from her face and chest.  Reaching for the liter bottle of water on the nightstand, Gina placed the still cool bottle on her forehead first and then opened it and drank down its contents in one long, gurgling chug.  When she was finished, she chucked the empty bottle across the room and being completely exhausted fell back to sleep, just like she did every night.

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Seventy-five minutes earlier

The alarm clock sounded at 2:45 am, waking Gina from a nice peaceful sleep.  For a brief moment, she had to remember whether this was the second time it had gone off, signaling it was time to get up and prepare for work, or the first time, meaning she still had to suffer through her nightly hell.

Squinting at the clock she came to her senses and realized that tonight would be even worse than normal.  “Oh fuck,” she muttered, “Free Agent was released today wasn’t it?”  Free Agent was a new supernatural, suspense erotic novel by young author Gina Sartucci.  It had been hyped up in the press and was expected to sell a million copies on its first day.  Several hundred thousand people had preordered it, having grown accustomed to Gina’s recent stream of blockbuster hits.

That meant that tonight would be even worse than normal.  Gina flung herself out of bed and quickly ran around her apartment making the preparations.  She grabbed a liter bottle of cold water from the kitchen and placed it on the nightstand in its usual spot.  Next it was to the linen closet to get two towels, a large “beach size” one she carefully laid on top of the bedspread.  She had learned her lesson after ruining so many linens that she should be prepared... Gina never knew exactly how much bodily fluid she would leak out during the process.

The other towel was a hand towel she placed on the edge of the bed within reach.  It needed to be accessible at any time.  She also brought an empty trash bucket in case she felt the need to vomit, although thankfully that hadn’t happened now in a long while.  Then finally there was the bedpan… better to be prepared than sorry was her motto.

Which reminded her...“I’d better go piss now… I don’t want to be caught off guard.  It was a good thing she acted then, because she had just enough time to pee, wash up and get back to her position on the bed just as the clock turned 3:00 am.  “Shit I’m going to have to start allowing an extra 5 minutes beforehand,” she spoke out loud just as the first dicks were already entering all the holes of her body….

A Gift for Writing

Six years earlier

Gina came up with what she thought would be a fun idea… to tease her boyfriend, Peter, a bit.  She decided to write a sexy story for him and leave it in his school locker.  So after her homework one night she sat down and went to work on the following short narrative.

You walk across the campus; my eyes follow your every step.  You’re not aware of my curiosity, but I can’t help but continually wonder how that sexy body of yours would look naked with only your backpack slung across your bare back.  I imagine with every step your long hanging cock swings to and fro and all the girls are mesmerized just watching it and longing for it to be inside them.

But I am lucky because without me even saying anything to you, you somehow know it is me who wrote this.  You ignore all those other dick-craved wenches and come right to me, your faithful admirer.  Right in front of everyone at school, you remove my clothes and my pussy is already wet for you.  You kiss me deeply shoving your tongue in my mouth and then shortly after shoving your hard member into my canal.

All the girls and guys watch in jealously and some even publicly masturbate, unabashedly for they realize how wonderful a couple we make and they can’t help but celebrate our glorious sex by joining in and getting off themselves.

We never speak.  The only sound is the slapping of your pelvis against mine and the squishy audible response my vagina emits as you continually enter and exit its tunnel with your lengthy manhood.

When you’re ready, I allow your seed willingly into me.  Although I don’t really want to get pregnant, I would accept that fate gratefully for the mere chance to enjoy your sexual pleasure even one time. 


You somehow know this and it makes your orgasm all the more powerful and sustained than it usually is.  You fill up my whole insides with your milky, thick liquid.  There’s so much of it that it just can’t help but run out of my hole.

But that elixir is so precious to me, I reach down with my hands and catch all I can, not wanting to waste it.  If there’s too much to retain in my hot pretty pussy, I’ll collect the rest and then consume it with my mouth for you.

Your smile tells me you enjoy watching me eat the excess cum and my eyes lock with yours as I do… showing you just how deeply committed I am to pleasing you in every way.

Peter, I was a little hesitant to write this… to tell you how I really feel about you.  But, I finally got the courage to do so and I hope you won’t think any less of me as a result.

Love and kisses… you know who.

Once finished with the composition, Gina was so wet and horny, that before even sealing the letter in an envelope, she read it back over and over while manipulating her own tiny clit.  It only took a few readings before she was getting off with the most powerful self-given orgasm she’d ever felt before.  Her vagina poured wave after wave of lubricating secretions through its spongy walls.

Finally she could take it no more and had to stop touching herself for all of the intense sensitivity.  But she couldn’t help but dip one finger inside her cunt, extracting some of her own thick fluids.  Placing the sample into her young mouth tentatively, Gina tasted her own sex for the first time ever and was not at all displeased by its flavor.  She proceeded to lick and suck the remainder from her finger and even went back to her pleased pussy for a second helping….

A smile crept across her face and she basked in her own glory.  Finally she said out loud to herself, “Mmmm, I really have a talent for sexy writing, don’t I?  That was some good stuff.  I only wish that I could somehow know what Peter was thinking when he gets and reads this letter.”

The small imperceptible fog of words emanated from her mouth and collected in a group, hanging midair for a few seconds before finally becoming organized and proceeding towards their destination with purpose.

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Vicariously is Gina Sartucci's 4th release.  It is a novella weighing in at ~16,000 words.  It has been priced at only $0.99 to entice/allow new readers to experience Gina's work.

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Haiku Erotica (Want to Play with me?)

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For those of you not familiar with Haiku, it's a Japanese poetry style where the main identifying feature is the prose simply follows a 5/7/5 syllable structure.

Yes technically there's much more to it than that.  Really it's supposed to be 17 "on" not syllables and there's supposed to be a juxtaposition of two images or ideas.  If you're really interested in all the details this Wikipedia article may be of interest.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku  But many (dare say most) people in practice only adhere to the 5/7/5 structure and forget about nearly everything else.

To amuse myself over the weekend I decided to create some of my own Haiku with a slant towards erotica, naturally.  I was quite pleased with what I was able to come up with over the course of 30 minutes or so.

Here are eight I wrote:

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Vibrator with me | Keeps me happy through the night | Won’t ask for breakfast

Blossom of woman | Enticing to every male | But forbidden fruit

Clandestine pick-up | They are both complete strangers | Using each other

She needs the cash bad | Dirty pictures of her twat | Buy her groceries

As the night falls dark | Romance yields way to passion | Sweaty sex prevails

Her tender sweet touch | Softens his hard outer shell | He melts in her arms

Bubble bath for two | How can clean be so dirty | They’ll both find out soon

Undressing for him | His excitement turns her on | Her self esteem grows

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I had so much fun doing these that I decided to go ahead and make a project of this.  One that I'll work on sporadically when I have time.  Eventually I may release a collection of them.  I would like to compile at least 500, maybe up to 1000 before I'd consider it worthy of publishing though.

If you'd like to contribute to the project by sending me your own Haiku Erotica to include in the collection, I'd be very appreciative.  I couldn't pay you anything for them.  Because to be truthful, my sales in general are so miserable, there's simply no money to give!  Plus I think this title will be even less popular than my normal offerings that it's probably going to be a very poor use of time commercially.  But still somehow I feel the desire to do it, for the "art" of it and simply because I think it will be great fun.

And if you do submit something to me that eventually goes into the book, I'd be more than happy to give you credit for it -- just let me know "whom" I should acknowledge for the contribution(s).  You can use the email link in the right-hand column to send me anything you create.

I don't think anyone has done a project similar to this before.  But I haven't researched it extensively.  Still, if you decide to contribute, please only send items that are your own creation.  If there are other examples of Haiku Erotica out there on the web, I don't want to be including them in this publication.  Original items only please.

xxx

Gina

Being a Spy is Dangerous Work

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Thanks to everyone who so graciously contributed to the "Men's Butts" category of my #GBodyParts project.

In order of appearance, the butts featured in this post belong to: "Joe" @Bobson5260; "Steve"; Anonymous; Anonymous; "Adrian" @DaynersSweetpea; "Axle" @NakedAxle.  Give them a follow on Twitter or a shout-out letting them know you appreciate their contributions!

So without further ado, let me introduce you to the brave secret agents of special forces group 69.


To a man, each agent knew when they signed up for the elite company known simply as "sfg69" that they would face danger during every single covert operation they were asked to perform.

But being courageous brave patriots, time and again each risked life and limb for the greater causes of liberty, freedom, and the right for every pervert alive to enjoy pornography.  The world owes them a debt of gratitude for sure.  And that bill just keeps growing and growing, getting stiffer... um, I mean larger each day that passes.

Their last assignment was no different.  The men covertly infiltrated a Hooter's restaurant on secret assignment.  Of course I cannot divulge the exact details of their mission... or else I'd have to fuck you.  But I can tell you it had to do with whether or not certain female restaurant personnel were using tissues in order to exaggerate the dimensions of some of their physical features.

This looked like an obvious ploy to hide their true identities (thus suspicious).  After all, how many men actually look at a girl's face?

Anyway.  That's not important.  The results were the men sacrificed themselves and to a one seduced the suspects with charm and alcohol in order to "get to the bottom" of the issue.  Some went above and beyond and got to the "true bottom," possibly checking to see if the ladies had also changed their displayed hair color in pursuit of further anonymity.  That's what I like about these guys.  Always exceeding expectations.

Anyway, after the assignment I met with them for the standard debriefing. Only this time, it wouldn't be quite so standard and it would require a literal "debriefing" on their part.

I am their leader; they only know me as "Agent G."  I broke the bad news.

"Guys, it kills me to tell you this....  Well not literally, mind you.  It may literally KILL YOU, but I'm just really, really heartbroken... I think that counts as almost the same thing...."

They looked at me curiously.  Either that or no one had actually heard me because they were distracted checking out my ass.  I continued.

"It seems your cover was blown during the Hooter's assignment.  We received a tip that someone may have poisoned the Hot Wings that you all ingested in attempt at infecting you with a very serious and potentially deadly biological weapon.  The first symptom, if you indeed were infected, would be swelling and tenderness in your ass."

Half of my crew nodded the other half still looked on curiously.  "That would be arse for you British agents"

Now they all got it.

One of them spoke up, "Well Agent G, I have to admit that I had the shits the morning after and a burning sensation."

A few others nodded in agreement.

"I see.  Yes that is quite serious.  OK, I will meet with you one-on-one privately and examine you myself for signs of infection.  I will need you each to strip naked."

They gasped.

"Let me finish... just your bottoms, you can leave on your shirts."

Sighs of relief came forth of being able to preserve their modesty.

"Really there's nothing else for me to say.  Time is of the essence so let's get this underway.  Agent Joe, I'll check you first.  Join me in my office when you are ready."

I turned and left them walking the short distance to my office.  Entering I was shocked to see Agent Joe standing inside already stripped from the waist down.

"Wow!"

"I know, it's impressive isn't it?  Mrs. Agent Joe likes it too."

"I was referring to the speed at which you came... into my office."

"Oh," he said with a frown.  "Mrs. Agent Joe is not quite so impressed with the speed I cum into her orifice."

I tried my best not to laugh, failing miserably.  "Alright then let's get down to business.  I will be touching you now, but remember this is all strictly professional.  And as always consider this examination to be classified, which means you can't tell anyone about it or the results we may find."

"Not even Mrs. Agent Joe?"

"ESPECIALLY Mrs Agent Joe.  OK, let's start."

I grabbed the agents tight firm ass with my small, but strong hand.  He flinched a bit.  Squeezing his butt cheeks I checked for any anomalies.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Um... good?"  Seeking whether that was the right answer he looked at me.

"But is there any swelling?" I prompted him.

"There is on this side," he pointed down to his deadly weapon which was now pointing straight out looking like it wanted to fire onto someone.

"Ah, yes.  That's a sure sign that you're in danger.  The infection looks for the path of least resistance.  As I squeezed your behind it was displaced and now has migrated to your front, swelling your manhood into a potentially dangerous state.

It's worse than we thought Agent Joe.  I'm going to need to extract a sample for lab analysis."

"Whatever you say Agent G."

"If I suspect right, I should be able to just squeeze a little of the white puss of the infection out...."  Moving to my desk I retrieved the 'sample cups' from its top drawer.  Going back to Agent Joe, I went around to his front and grasped his swollen infected organ.  Puss didn't immediately come out, so I needed to squeeze and massage it a bit.  Before too long though he responded.

"Oh it feels like it's going to burst!"

"Good, then I get the necessary sample."  Holding the cup in front of his cock I continued to squeeze and massage and finally the deadly puss came forth in several violent ejections.  Some of it got on my hand.

Agent Joe looked horrified, "It's on you Agent G!  Isn't that dangerous?"

"Nah, this infection only affects men... I'm safe."

He looked relieved and when he was turned away I quickly licked up the "puss" that had splashed onto me.  It was yummy.  Um, yummy in a purely professional way that is....

"OK, Agent Joe, we just now need to wait for the lab results.  Please get dressed and send in the next agent please."

One-by-one each agent entered my office and submitted to me kneading their butt cheeks and then coaxing forth a sample of their seed.  Where it was possible to be discreet, I continued to commandeer a little of each sample for my own personal taste test.

Most tasted like chicken...  well... salty chicken at least.

After all six had generated their samples I dismissed them for the day and immediately shipped off their sperm to headquarters.

Of course the real mission was to get their valuable genetic material.  The agency needed more brave skilled heroes like these and the best way they'd surmised to do it was through sperm donation.

As always, and for the agents' own welfare, they couldn't be told the actual nature of that assignment.  No it was better off to use the cover story about a possible infectious agent.  In a few days I'd report to them that the lab results came back clean and all would be forgotten.

Yes, that was the nice thing about working with these men.  They had been hand-selected for their bravery, loyalty, and yes also because they were a little bit dense. Perfect soldiers in our "sfg69" organization.

Now I just needed to figure out how I could acquire similar samples for my own needs in the future.  I quite like the taste of salty chicken.

Seducing Lisa (@sexqueen40)

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OK, first let me start with a SO to @sexqueen40 for allowing me to use her AVI as the supplemental material for this post.

For purposes of this story, I'm going to refer to her as "Lisa" although that is not her real name.  Also, I'll issue the disclaimer that this is pure fiction.  @sexqueen40 has already told me she is completely straight.

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xxx Gina


It just figures, when I'm not looking for sex, a dozen guys will be falling all over themselves trying to get my attention to impress me.  But now, in this lonely hotel bar, when I specifically came down here to pick up a one-night stand.  There is no one.

Well that isn't exactly true.  There's one other woman, sat at the far end of the bar.  I decide to go sit near her.  Might as well share a conversation at least to pass the time while I wait... fishing for a possible bite a bit later.

"I'm Gina," I say and she responds, "I'm Lisa."  The conversation starts stilted and awkward, but it is not a hurdle that cannot be surmounted by 90 minutes of discussion coupled with 3 drinks a piece.  By the end of that period we're sharing details about our periods and getting along like old friends.

I learn that Lisa had the same idea and is equally disappointed by our lack of studly suitors.  We both lament our bad luck, looking at the wall clock realizing last-call is in just a few minutes.

"I guess it'll be the frisky ferret tonight," I casually throw out to her, amazed at my ease in admitting my intention for self-pleasuring back in the room.  Lisa replies, "I don't even have that option.  I came ill prepared."  We both have a good laugh about it.

As the final minutes tick away I think silently to myself.  There were a few hints... that Lisa might be bisexual like me.  She complimented my clothing; told me she enjoyed my perfume; called me sexy & beautiful.  It's true none of these things are a sure giveaway, but they open the door to the possibility.  And I really prefer human interaction to a vibrator any day.

As the bartender starts shutting off the lights, we both get up and leave heading towards our rooms.  We share an elevator and conveniently we're both on floor 3.

I take my chances now and ask, "I don't suppose you're bi, are you?  Because I am, and if you were interested, I could maybe come back to your room or vice-versa for a little while?"

Lisa replies, "I thought you were..." and my heart soars in anticipation.  She continues, "but... no I am not," and my spirits crash just as quickly.

It's an awkward moment but she eases the tension by joking, "but if I were I'd be interested, you're a very sexy girl."

"Thanks," I offer a patronizing smile.  Her efforts are not lost on me,but yet I'm still deflated.

The elevator opens and we exit.  Fate again has our rooms located down the same hallway.  We walk part-way down and get to mine first.  I stop and offer a handshake, "It was really nice meeting you Lisa."

She looks at my hand and then offers instead a hug.  We embrace and I really wish now she was bi, because it feels so good to grasp her in my arms.

"Take care," she says as she kisses me on the cheek.  "You too," I reply and turn to kiss her back, but the alcohol is making me quite brazen.  I don't offer just a little peck-n-run.  I come in slowly and sensually and give her a soft-touch nuzzle with my nose and a gentle soft, lingering kiss on the cheek.

Since we're still embracing I can feel her body shudder almost involuntarily, but she doesn't withdraw.  So I do it again and this time add a playful nibble of her earlobe after.

Lisa's visibly shaken.  She looks torn between running away and discarding her inhibitions.  I'm still damn horny, so I know which way I'd like her to decide.  I go in for the kill and plant a soft kiss on her lips.

For a few seconds, she kisses me back and our tongues gently mingle and play together in a sexy exchange of electricity and chemistry.  But now her face turns flush and she looks very uncomfortable.

"I should go," Lisa states as she pulls away from me.

"I'm so sorry," I reply, "its the alcohol, it just made me try.  Please forgive me.  Have a good night."

"You too," she calls back already several steps down the hall.

"Damn," I think and enter the room.

I shed clothes and enter the bathroom to remove makeup and wash for bed.  After 5 minutes a gentle rap on the door causes a spike of adrenaline.  I peek through the eye-hole and see Lisa nervously standing in the hall.

I open the door in just bra and panties and her eyes widen as she takes in the sight, looking quite honestly partly-repulsed and partly-excited.

She speaks, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I came back.  I think it's the alcohol.  But I..."

I shut her up by gently kissing her beautiful lips.

Taking her hand softly I beckon her into my room.

"I... I really don't know what I'm doing," Lisa exclaims professing her lack of experience.

"Of course you do darling, you're a girl.  You already know exactly how all the equipment works," I say and smile to her as I slip out the "do not disturb sign" and close & lock the door behind me.

"Lady Gago" Trending Topic on Twitter

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Earlier today I was on Twitter and noticed that "Lady Gago" was trending.  Now honestly, in my line of work, all that I could envision was a poor singer who has fallen on bad times and was forced to now sell herself to get by... maybe in fact in some parallel universe somewhere.

Her speciality was um... something that caused gagging on occasion.

So at the time I Tweeted that I would be FORCED to write a short erotic story fleshing out this idea if the TT continued much longer.

Fast forward 8 hours later and it was still going strong.  So I made good on my promise.  But for posterity sake, I decided to also post the result here.  Gaga fans will probably appreciate this more than those who don't know her work.  Enjoy.


Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 1, I warned you guys earlier... Lady Gago

dropped to her knees and got ready to accept him him into her mouth

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 2, He looked down at Gago and asked her how she got so beautiful "Baby I was born this way" she answered. He..

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 3, loving brushed Gago's hair aside saying,"I've just ended a Bad Romance and my Monster can sure use your attn"

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 4, Gago was Speechless and her Poker Face didn't betray her willingness to Dance in the Dark with him all nite

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 5, He continued, "I love that you're Beautiful, Dirty, Rich Gago... Let's make this LoveGame between YouAndI ...

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 6, ...something that produces BadKids. Let's run off right now to an Electric Chapel. The Paparazzi won't know

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 7, that we hooked up simply cuz ur a GovernmentHooker. But it wasn't really him proposing it was simply cuz

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 8, Gago's magic throat had taken him to TheEdgeofGlory. And BloodyMary was she ever good. He was ready now..

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 9, and the result when withdrawn from Gago's mouth was evident in her Hair and these Americano ...

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 10, Heavy Metal Lovers would Marry the Night, not each other. In fact after this he wouldnt even bother

Lady Gago #GagoErotica part 11, to Telephone Gago ever again.. that ungrateful man, Alejandro. (The end) search hash for complete story.

Even More About Me

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OK, so I've been getting a lot of the same questions over and over.  Although I love DMing everyone, it does take an awful lot of time, so in the interest of efficiency, here are some common FAQ about me I guess.  LOL

1. You're working out an awful lot when you're on twitter, what's up with that?

First off, the pic is living proof that if you kill yourself doing cardio an hour a day the butt can start to shrink.  From 18 to 21 it sort of grew on me, unexpectedly.  Sneaky bitch. 

But I've been working on it the last 8 months and it's getting back down to where it used to be.

Yes I KNOW I still have some cellulite, but I don't care.  I'm quite happy.  Incidental, I purposely chose profile view because it IS more flattering.  I'm quite a bit wider and not so impressive from that angle.  LOL.  Oops a girl isn't supposed to give away all her secrets is she?

2. Is Gina your real name?

Yes

3. I looked up Gina Sartucci on (insert your favorite reference here) and couldn't find you.

That's why Sartucci isn't....  Listen I love you guys, but please don't try to contact me uninvited, OK?  It's a little creepy.  Sartucci is a pen name.  It's a funny modification of my real last name, which I will NOT tell you.

4. What's your nationality?

American!  But if you want to know my heritage, it's Italian.

5.  Are you married or dating anyone?

Single.  Last long term relationship ended 9 months ago.  I am incidentally dating a few guys occasionally but not in a serious relationship.

6.  Can I date/meet/stalk you!

See #3.  Guys, again I'm flattered, but I've literally had a half dozen of you offer to come see me or fly me to you within about an hour of us first chatting.  C'mon.  Really?

7.  Where are you now?

I live in Chicago at the moment but would love to try to get back to NYC before too long if I can.  Mom & Dad still live in Queens and yes by the way, they did evacuate their home yesterday because of Irene.  They're in NJ right now.

8.  What does your family think of you writing erotica?

Are you kidding me?  They don't know.  My dad would be crushed.  I'm the youngest with 4 brothers and 1 sister and he still treats me like I'm about 11 or 12.  He sees me as that innocent little girl.

In fact only 2 friends know I do this and my publisher.  I'm feel like a spy or something when people starting talking about careers.  My "cover story" is that I do freelance writing, which I do sometimes, but I haven't had a lot published in that area so it always looks suspicious.

9.  Do you really make a living doing this?

I just recently entered a deal to have my current stuff published as "myself" which will supposedly make me more than the paltry amounts I got by being a "ghostwriter" which means I wrote it and someone else took credit for it. I'd love to tell you the stories I wrote that are out there - some are quite popular in the erotica world! But that would break the confidentially agreements I signed AND it's just not a cool thing to do when you Ghostwrite.


So honestly, no not yet and I'll let you know more in about 6 months!   Ghostwriting pay sucks (less than $6,000 per year).  I had to work in retail 3 days a week as a second job and write ALL the rest of the time.  Even between those two I was barely getting by. 

But I am writing full-time right now in an effort to get more things out there under my own name.  I was paid an advance that can get me by for 4 months, so that's really the window I have to make this work before I have to abandon it and go back to a regular job.  So we will cross our fingers and see.

10.  What's your favorite food?

Pizza and pasta baby.  Red sauce runs through my blood.  See #1 on why that sneaky butt inflated I guess.  LOL.  Incidentally I'm loving the deep dish choices in Chicago... not helping my cause though!

11.  I have a nice car and a lot of money, are you impressed?

I'm truly happy for you...  but impressed?  Nah.  Unless you just want to gift it to me, then I'd be very impressed.  ;-)  But if you're expecting sex in return see #'s 3 & 6 above.

12.  Can I ask you something?

You can ask anything you'd like guys, just remember two things.  I'm not constantly on Twitter so don't be surprised if it takes me a while to answer.  And if you ask an extremely rude or insulting question I may not answer at all.  I won't get "mad" at you for doing it, but I also am not going to tell you anything you want.


13.  Can I send you naked pictures of me.
 
YES!  But with a catch....  I want them for the #GBodyParts project that I've tweeted about.  Search that hash tag for more information.  But do I want to see pics of you masturbating for my own personal pleasure...  um, probably not, but feel free to keep asking.  ;-)
 
14.  I've read some of your work and like it, what can I do to support you?
 
I LOVE you guys, the few that have asked.  Simply keep buying my books, that helps financially and also makes the titles climb in the popularity ranks which is ultimately what I need to survive.  Also, please REVIEW the titles at your favorite eBook stores, Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords... one or all three. 
 
Similarly just tell your friends that you know enjoy erotica.  Word of mouth advertising is the best way I've found to get people to try me out.  They're usually not disappointed.  Also feel free to use the social media tools on any blog article you like to help me spread the word to twitter FaceBook or wherever.
 
My publisher wants me to do my own FaceBook page and I will eventually, but I'm just too busy writing now to spend the time.
 
Speaking of which... this has taken far longer than expected.  Got to get back to the grindstone. 
 
Love you guys (and gals)
 
xxx
G

The Club- Sneak Peek, part deux (or '2' for the French-imparied)

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And I just can't help myself ... take a look at where it progresses to in short order.  Enjoy.

xxx
G

P.S. I'm literally wet right this moment....  Thought you might like to know. ;-)

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His talent was truly amazing especially given that he was only 24 years old himself, not all that much more experienced than Joan. Although, I guess pretty much everyone is more experienced than a virgin.

Still Clarence had the foreplay talent of a maestro and we’re not talking some guy that plays “Happy Birthday” on the piano at children’s parties. No, Clarence was a bona fide Amadeus Mozart with all of the applicable naughty Wolfgang tendencies to along with it!

Right now Clarence was playing the part of Don Giovanni to Joan’s unwitting part of Anna. Only in his version the seduction of the Commendatore's daughter, turned out much more positively… luckily she had no other fiancé.

It was too much. The seduction not only worked to get Anna, um, I mean Joan, into the mood. It brought out a part of her she never knew existed. She eagerly shed clothes, outward and undergarments, in a process that most resembled an Australian dirt-devil whip-up storm.

She was eager now, no really much stronger than that, insatiably wanting… needing Clarence to continue the love he’d been administering to her outward skin and to turn it into an indoor affair.

He knew what she expected and wanted, but that didn’t stop Joan, normally quite timid and shy, from simply grasping Clarence’s precious head and physically guiding it down to her pelvic region. Her legs already spread-eagle, apart as far as possible, Clarence could see that his playfulness has cause Joan to spring a leak in her indoor piping and apparently the plumber DID in fact make emergency house calls. That is, if you considered Clarence to be an amateur plumber.

However, Clarence was really no good at stopping Joan’s leaks, quite the contrary. For no matter what amount of probing he performed with his fingers, and tongue, exploring for the source of moisture, he just couldn’t stop the dripping. In fact, it simply continued to get worse and worse.

Joan was obviously dissatisfied by Clarence’s ineptness as a plumber as she petitioned to her deity for some divine assistance, mumbling quite audibly “oh… oh, God… oh, God help me. Yes. Oh dear Jesus. Oh… oh… oh holy shit!” Her last utterance was probably quite blasphemous, but given the issue at hand was some leaky plumbing, maybe, just maybe, it was appropriate. I’ll let you be the judge.

Sneak Peak at "The Club"

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OK, I'm having a great productive writing day today so far.  I'm really in the mood.  I'm taking a little break to use the bathroom and stretch a bit and as I do I figured why not throw a little snippet onto the blog for your pleasure.

Now mind you this story is way off from completion.  Probably 3-4 weeks at least.  I don't want to tell you the exact subject matter yet... it's too early in the process.  But I will say that I've tentatively picked out the title as "The Club" subject to change of course.

Hope you enjoy this excerpt.
xx
Gina

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His first wife Joan just loved having sex with Clarence. She was an actual virgin, a dying breed, when he met her at age 20. He was eager to go hunting to try to further along the extinction of the species as soon as he possibly could. Despite her resistance to premarital sex, it had taken Clarence just 2 months to slay his prey.

It was easy pickings to be honest. You see Clarence had a magic tongue. It was long and flexible and had just the right texture, a mix between silky smooth and sandpaper tantalizing. Joan had never received oral sex from a man before Clarence, so it was just unlucky that she didn’t realize how far above average his skills stood out. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have decided to sample what else was available in the market place and quite feasibly she and Clarence would still be married now.

But at that time, even with her lack of benchmark, Joan understood one thing. Clarence’s tongue had a way of making the nerve endings in her entire body tingle.

The very first time Clarence administered his lapping love, it was an event of epic proportions for Joan. They had started out kissing, simple enough, and as usual Clarence wasn’t content to stay in one place… anatomically. But what distinguished Clarence in his approach to sexual surveying is that he didn’t try to just jump to the “finish line” like many guys are prone to do. No, this wasn’t a race for Clarence, unless you wanted to consider it a marathon. But a better comparison would be more like a relaxing road trip and he was ready to explore all the sights and stop and stay at each for awhile as well. He even liked to take pictures of the journey for remembrance sake, but Joan wasn’t into that part of the trip all that much.

Joan just adored having her neck kissed and Clarence could sense her pleasure as his lips and nose gently brushed against her sensitive skin, giving her goose bumps. Clarence nibbled lightly on Joan’s ears his breath gently ticking her as he did.

He was always so in tune to what she was feeling it seemed. Without having to say a word, Clarence knew when one part of Joan’s body had been stimulated enough and it was time to move on. He moved from her neck to her tummy and playfully pecked at it just barely lifting her shirt as he did. Joan loved the fact that Clarence was so sensual with clothes on. This was another way in which he differed from most men. Clarence liked to perform a significant amount of foreplay on Joan before they were undressed. It ended up making the undressing itself even that more intense. By the time he’d get around to finally removing Joan’s clothes, she’d be so hot and bothered that the very act of shedding those garments became a sexually charged, sensual experience.

Free Agent, All His Dreams Come True (part 3 & conclusion)

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Before you read the exciting part 3 & conclusion to Free Agent, chapter 1, please be sure you've read parts 1 & 2 first.  You can find them in previous blog posts from the last couple days.

xx
Gina

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Lucy now spoke. “The other, more likely, logical conclusion, my dear Derrick is….”


He waited for her to continue. It seemed like an eternity although it was only a few seconds.

“… that you have been under tremendous pressure as a result of your expiring contract. And, your mother made her ‘wonderful’ meatloaf for dinner, that you don’t have the heart to tell her always upsets your stomach and gives you the shits.”

Derrick wondered how she could know about his mother’s dinner choice.

“Consequently, my dear Derrick, the truly logical explanation is that this is all a wild dream, brought on by stress and indigestion. That’s why my body is so pleasing to you…. It’s what YOU envision as pure perfection.

So my advice, honey, is to not waste this opportunity any longer and to let your mind run wild with this fantasy. Come here now and join me in the tub.”

She reached her arm out to him and he felt an invisible force gently pushing him towards her.

“Come here and fuck me now in all the dirty ways you could ever want and imagine. I am here only to please you. I do want one very small thing in return, but that can wait until later. But for now, come use me as your personal slut. I will be anything you desire me to be. I won’t say no to any request. Just come to me... before it’s too late... before you wake up. Come, Derrick, Come.”

Without any choice of his own, Derrick joined Lucy in the tub. Stripping off his underpants and t-shirt he stepped into the water and took her in his arms. Displaced bubbles circled, floating in the air in gleeful flight.

Derrick pressed Lucy’s remarkable body up against his own naked flesh. It was sizzling hot to the touch.

Without any real effort on his part, his manhood awoke and became a filthy snake that hissed at Lucy and then slithered inside her on its own volition. A snake full of venom that wanted to spread its poison everywhere.

It spit frequently. Spit into her womanhood, into her delicate mouth, onto her faultless body, up her soft creamy ass. It spit over and over and over again … more venom than one could imagine a snake would even have within it.

After every spew, Lucy’s body grew hotter and hotter and she hungrily consumed each and every drop again and again. She begged for Derrick to give her more. She was insatiable. Lucy would literally go all night with Derrick if given the chance.

Finally, after a virtual eternity, Derrick opened his eyes to find himself lying in his bed. His own stomach covered in a sticky lake of semen. The remainder of his body was drenched in sweat. He was panting and out of breath.

It had been at least 10 years since the last time that Derrick had experienced a nocturnal emission. Sure he had plenty as a teenager, but they had disappeared by the time he finished puberty. He wasn’t even aware that it was still possible at his age. But apparently it was and after all those years of nothing, he made up for it all in one night.

“I must really need to get a steady girlfriend,” he said out loud as he extricated himself from bed to go clean up the enormous mess. As he did, he noticed the clock on the nightstand read 4:01 a.m.

Entering the bathroom, he was groggy and unsteady having trouble even standing. He tried to use the sink for support as he lathered up a washcloth within its basin.

His whole body ached and he was beyond exhaustion. He was so tired as to be almost delusional. In fact at one point, he glanced up at the mirror and thought he saw writing on it in bright red lipstick. The writing that flashed before his eyes read “It’s now done. All your dreams come true, Derrick. You are mine. –L”

In the blink of an eye it was gone. It wasn’t even present long enough for his brain to process what he saw, or thought he saw. Derrick had other matters to attend to though, because he felt the urgent need to squat on the toilet as it seemed that mom’s meatloaf… the gift that keeps on giving, had decided it had stayed inside his body long enough and wanted out… right now.”

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I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of my latest release.  Anyone who had read the novel, please email me your thoughts.  I love getting feedback from my readers.

xx
Gina


You can get the entire suspense/supernatural erotic novel "Free Agent" by Gina Sartucci from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.  It will be available at other bookstores, including Apple's iBookstore in the coming weeks.

Links to Gina's work are available in the right column near the top of the page.

Free Agent, All His Dreams Come True (part 2)

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Derrick took one last breath and held it in deep, muscles tensing, legs steadying. Who knew what to expect? He grabbed the handle and with a quick turn and push, flung open the door.


Just as soon as he did, Derrick was attacked!

… by floating bubbles.

The bathtub was filled as high as possible without overflowing. A thick layer of bubbles rested on the water’s surface. More of the soapy creatures had taken flight and were floating around the room in careless paths, congregating on the sink, mirror, towel bar, and just about everywhere there was a convenient landing place.

His vision, distracted by the airborne aggressors, took some time before it finally settled upon the source of the soft, sultry voice that had been calling to him. He could only see her head. It was topped with straight, dark hair as black as night, not quite shoulder length. She was soaking in the tub… or maybe being held captive and slowly consumed by the nefarious, translucent, spherical warriors.

“THERE you are!” The voice smiled. So did the face attached to it. It was a sweet, innocent smile. Like that of a young girl, who thinks that every man in the world is as nice as her own father. Innocence that shields her from the plain and dirty fact that most men, within a span of a few seconds of laying eyes on her, are already fantasizing about what it would be like to bed and ravage her petite, sexpot body.

“Now come here and feed me. I’m soooo hungry. I’ve been starving, waiting for you so long. I need to taste your seed. Come feed me you life-giving elixir, Derrick.”

Her smile lingered. Apparently, it wasn’t quite as innocent a smile as it first seemed.

Derrick, taken aback by the sexually-aggressive advance from this unknown woman, frowned and wondered out loud “Who ARE you, girl and how did you get in?”

“You can call me ‘Lucy’,” the voice responded. “But, that’s really unimportant right now. What IS important is I need to you help me.” Then without warning, the voice changed markedly, so much so that Derrick blinked his eyes to make sure he was still staring at a sweet young girl’s face. The sound that came out next was much deeper in pitch and almost masculine. “Now COME HERE, Derrick.”

Derrick tensed up. “What I’m fixing to do is call the police, woman. Now do you want to explain to me what you’re doing here and how you got in before I do?”

Lucy looked unfazed, “nah. Go ahead and call them. I’ll wait. I’ve got … oh about another 40 minutes or so, before I have to leave.” The voice was back to a sweet, high-pitched innocence. The smile continued to linger and was joined by a guilty giggle.

Derrick backed out of the room slowly; keeping his eyes fixed on her as picked up the phone on his nightstand and dialed 911.

“9-1-1 operator. What’s your emergency?”

“Yes, hello there’s a strange woman, naked in my bathtub, taking a bubble bath and I….”

The operator interrupted, “Oh, yes sir that DOES sound like such an emergency indeed. I assume she’s trying to kill you with kisses?”

“This isn’t funny,” Derrick shot back. “I don’t know who she is and I’m a professional athlete. I’m afraid she might be a stalker.”

The operator replied back with a dull voice, “Yes sir, I’ll dispatch a unit to your location immediately. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, please hurry. Do you need my address?”

“No sir, I have that from the caller ID system…. But, Derrick? Go ahead and fuck Lucy while you wait. She won’t harm you. We promise.” The operator hung up with a click.

“What?!” Derrick was incredulous and his hand started to shake.

Lucy laughed from the tub, a strange and sinister laugh.

Derrick tried to hang-up and redial, but the phone was dead. Panicking now, he bolted for the bedroom door but found himself locked inside.

“How did you do this?” he screamed to Lucy. “How did you intercept the call and lock me in my own room with you inside?”

“Derrick! Think. What’s the only logical conclusion? Ah, I thought you were smarter than this.” Lucy’s face now looked visibly irritated.

“As far as I can tell, the only logical conclusion is that you aren’t working alone. You’re part of a group. Someone else locked us in and you’ve got someone intercepting my outgoing phone calls.” That was really the only possible explanation that came to Derrick’s mind. “OK. Tell me what you want. I don’t have much money. Take anything you want from here and just leave.”

Lucy now stood in the tub, emerging from the bubbles that had shielded her body from view. It was simply magnificent. Although small in stature, Lucy had all the right curves in all the right proportions. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, B-cup in size. They defied gravity. In fact, if Sir Isaac Newton were alive to see them, he’d have to go back to scribbling on a notepad because Lucy’s tits were a much more persuasive argument than any apple falling on your head.

At the end of each delectable mound of flesh protruded a dark-red, pointy nipple that begged to be kissed, licked, and sucked. Again, just EXACTLY the right size for the scale of her breasts and body overall. It was as though a God had crafted Lucy from blueprint specifications rather than nature taking its chance with random dice rolls.

The rest of Lucy’s body was similarly aesthetically perfect. Her flat, well-defined abdomen flared to wider, fuller, soft hips and thighs, narrowing once again to long, slender, muscular legs. There wasn’t a single blemish on her skin.

And of course in addition to all that, there was the seat of her womanhood. Visibly on display to Derrick as Lucy stood there. Although the rest of her body was pure perfection, Lucy’s crotch ascended to something even greater than perfect. It was ethereal, magical, infinitely complex and yet elegant visually. A strong and powerful energy emanated from within it. Light passing near her crotch was bent slightly as through passing through a prism, casting a slight reddish glow.

Derrick stood, silent, in amazement, paralyzed. He’d seen a lot of naked women in his days, but none as gorgeous as this.

Free Agent, All His Dreams Come True (part 1)

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Great news everyone!  I got permission to post Chapter 1 from "Free Agent" in the blog.  It's pretty long, so I'll do it in several posts over the next few days.  I hope you enjoy!
Gina
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All His Dreams Come True


“Derrick…?” The young brunette called out with a lilt in her petite voice – a voice that matched her diminutive frame. At 5’0, 103 pounds, she was just about as tiny as they come anyway. But compared to a hulking professional football player, she looked like a genuine midget.

“Derrick…? Where arrrrrreeeeeee you…?”

Derrick woke up. It was completely dark in his apartment bedroom. Looking at his nightstand he noticed the time, 3:15 a.m. Not sure whether he had actually heard anything or not, Derrick lie still in his bed and listened. After a minute or two of silence, he had almost decided it was nothing, but then….

“Derrick! Are you here or not? I’m getting tired of waiting. I just may start without you if you don’t hurry!” The voice giggled at the end of the sentence and Derrick heard a soft splash of water.

Derrick sat straight up in his bed, his heart pounding fast. Adrenaline surged through his body.

A gentle, flowery smell wafted in the air, lingering in front of him, before drawn slowly up his nostrils as he inhaled.

He had gone to sleep that night alone, as he usually did... at least as far as he could recall.

Scratching his head, he pondered. “Did I go out and pick someone up last night?” Straining to remember, he pieced back the events of last evening.

First, at around six, he had gone to see his mother who cooked him dinner. He stayed there for two hours.

Then after, he had come back to his apartment. His agent called and they spoke for less than an hour.

Following that, the evening unwound rather slowly with Derrick watching some TV, paying bills, and finally settling down on the couch with a good book, a saucy title of erotica called “Sex with Substance.” He loved the author, a young woman from Queens, and made it a point to read every book she’d released.

At around midnight he awoke, having drifted off on the couch, got undressed, and came to sleep here in his proper bed.

The sound of splashing water brought Derrick’s focus back to the issue at hand.

At 6’7”, 315 pounds, mostly muscle, the professional football lineman was not really afraid of ANYONE physically, much less a female. But having assured himself that he ended the evening alone, to be sitting in bed with a strange woman calling out to him was more than a little disconcerting.

He considered the possibilities.

Could it be a stalker? Derrick had never encountered one himself, but he had heard stories of a few guys in the league being followed obsessively by women. One case even surfaced where the girl had broken into and lived in the player’s home while he had been gone on a team road trip. When the player returned he found that the woman had rearranged all the furniture, loaded her clothes up in the closets, and even had changed her official mailing address to his place.

You never could be too careful about these sorts of situations, even if they didn’t seem immediately threatening. After all, woman or not, a deranged stalker could be unpredictable and volatile.

Derrick considered his options. Should he call the police? What if it wasn’t simply a woman? What if … it’s a group of burglars? They could possibly have weapons.

But then it occurred to him that if such a group had broken in, and knew that he was there, they wouldn’t be purposely waking him up with the siren call of a young woman. They would have attacked him in bed as he slept, when he’d be most vulnerable.

“Derrick… please, baby,” the voice insistently beckoned, starting to sound irritated.

Finally, he could take the suspense no longer. Derrick called out into the darkness, tentatively “who… who is it? Where are you?” As he spoke he slowly unfurled himself from the bed sheets and prepared for a physical assault, just in case.

“You know who it is sweetheart. I’m taking that long relaxing bath you promised me. But there’s just one thing. I can’t reach my lower back. Will you come in here and help me scrub it, Derrick…? Please… With sugar on top – and bottom. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Funny that he hadn’t noticed the bathroom light was on until that moment. Granted the door was closed, but enough light trickled out from underneath it and into the darkened bedroom for it to be quite obvious.

“What the hell is going on” he thought to himself as he slowly approached the door and tentatively reached for the handle.

Who am I?

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Hi I'm Gina Sartucci.

I'm a professional erotica author with a few published titles presently, working on more all the time.
I'm glad you stopped by for a visit. I'll try to update this blog fairly frequently, although writing is always my first priority when I'm inspired to do it.

Make yourself at home and enjoy!
xxx Gina

P.S. You can also follow me on Twitter @gina_s_1989