It’s not long now until November, which sees the start of National Novel Writing Month. If you’ve ever taken part in NaNoWriMo you’ll know that lots of talk and advice about it – and the preparations – start a number of weeks before the beginning of the month itself. If you haven’t a clue what NaNoWriMo entails, the idea is to write a work (novel, shorts stories, anything you like, really) and total 50,000 words between 1-30 November. The NaNoWriMo website allows you to create an account and announce your ‘novel’, as well as track your word count and earn badges as you go. It’s meant to be fun, but for many, it’s also a challenge.

I’ve written about NaNoWriMo previously, explaining that I’m actually possibly crazy in that, in 2014, I attempted to write three 50,000-word novels simultaneously. All things considered, I think I did pretty well, and each of these novels is being published in the forthcoming year or so under a different pen name (more on that another time). I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo for several years now. Since the ludicrous 2014 effort, I’ve not managed to complete an entire book in November, but I intend to change that this time around.

thethreesome-boxset-PNG.pngMy project for this year is The Threesome, a trilogy which I have been planning for a number of months, on and off (I’m not a ‘pantser’; nothing could induce me to start writing a book without a clue where I’m supposed to be going with it. I usually write the ending first, so…). A huge shout-out for the lovely Emmy of studioenp.com for the fabulous cover art. The idea is that, if I’ve got the cover art, I must write the books! 🙂

This book series, believe it or not, began life as a dream. It was an incredibly erotic dream which, rather excitingly, involved me, and which I had a number of nights in a row, a rarity for my dreams. (I’m not telling you if it involved anyone else I know!) Each time it became more vivid and I saw the scene from a different character’s viewpoint. That’s never happened to me before, and I knew I had to write it down. It began something like this:

Leaving the food cooking, he asked me to come into the bedroom. That was always a good sign. His hands fell upon my flesh, stripping it bare of my clothing, his own falling on the floor on top of mine.

“Mmm, that’s better.” Before he could say anything else, I found myself on my back on the bed and he’d dropped to his knees. I began to murmur as his tongue found my clit and he delved further until it was right inside me. The silence was only broken by my own appreciation of his expert motion against every part of my soaking pussy. Pulling me by the backs of my legs, he brought me as wide open to him as he could, his entire face driving my murmurs to moans interspersed with, “Oh, fuck. Don’t you dare stop.”

His fingers joined in, relegating his mouth to my clit once more, which he sucked until I couldn’t tell if it was desire or pain that ran through my sex. He was bringing me right to the edge and he knew it.

There was the doorbell. Seriously? Now?

With a broad grin, he stood up, pulling out his fingers so slowly that every movement could have made me come, if it wasn’t for that bloody doorbell, which rang again. He headed out of the bedroom to the door, still naked, leaving me half whispering, half yelling, “Get a towel or something.”

Something panged hard inside my chest. The voice the other side of the door was so recognisable it could have been my own. What was he doing here? He never went anywhere without an invitation. I scrambled off the bed, and peered through the crack in the door. What I saw was my naked lover grinning from ear to ear, holding the fingers that had just been inside of me up to the nose of him. There were two hard cocks in that room; one was blatantly facing me, the other was clearly established inside the jeans of our visitor. A knot unravelled from my belly, firing heat into my chest and grabbing me between the thighs until the throb was so strong I had to grab it. I could smell my arousal. Is that what was wavering in the air between the two of them, there, just inside the now closed front door?

“Darling, we have a guest for dinner. Put on the clothes you’ll find hanging at the front of the wardrobe.”

Stunned, I went to the wardrobe. “But this is…”

I could feel the grin. I didn’t need to see it. “Yes it is. You don’t mind showing a bit of flesh, do you? After all, he’s been invited here for dinner. Guess what he’s having for dessert?”

I peeped through the crack in the door again. The unexpected guest was downing a glass of wine at the speed of light, listening to his instructions.

“No need to dress for dinner round here. Undo your shirt. And your jeans. Oh good, you came commando. Just your shirt and jeans, then.”

The fire rose in my cheeks as I watched him fumble the buttons on his shirt. I felt the wetness pool as he undid his jeans, leaving his solid girth on display. He tried to hold it within the fabric, but his hard-on was too powerful, and it thrust its way out, standing as proud as he was red in the face.

“And now you’ve seen all that through the door, darling, put on your dinner clothes and come introduce yourself to a very friendly cock while I serve dinner.”

I entered the room, my heart banging and my breath erratic, dressed in black sheer lace, holes where my erect nipples poked through, and tied in three bows at the front, the lowest tying just above my pussy. One look at me and the cock before me twitched and a tiny bead glistened at its tip. The other was now hidden by an apron. Apparently, dinner was actually being served.

I approached our guest, unsure what I was meant to do now. I got so close, I felt his hot hardness brush against my exposed frontage and I jumped back, startled. How many times had I wanted to get close to that cock?

“Go on then, darling, greet our guest properly. Kiss him.”

“What the hell is going on?” I turned, confused, to see a nod directed past me. A finger brushed over my nipple. There was a gasp, a moan as I fell towards the half-exposed, hot body, and then his lips were over mine. With one touch of his cock which slid up and pressed between me and the sheer lace, my mouth responded.

From across the room, the words echoed in my ears, “He’s going to fuck you, just like you’ve always wanted. And I’m going to take my pleasure just as I wish. But first, dinner. Darling, do you want to sit opposite him, where he can stick his toe in your pussy when I say so? Please, take a seat.”

And so it went on…

From this one hot dream scene grew a book idea, and then the potential for letting the story play out further into a trilogy. So… that’s exactly what I’m going to do!

Book 1 will be available for Valentine’s Day 2019. And to think – I’m going to write the requisite 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo, all because my dreams are as wanton as my waking thoughts. What a Naughty Girl I am! 😉

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