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timewaitsfornone
Over 90 days ago
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United States
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Hey folks,
Below is a snapshot of my current work-in-progress. I am pleased and humbled to report that every chapter so far with votes has been rated at a 5 out of 5 and has won a RR status on two of the six posted chapters.
Blurb: A supernatural/steampunk tale of one man and his crew of pirates as they battle their way through Hell, where belief and myth are reality, sex is both sin and salvation, and the future of life on Earth will be decided in an epic struggle that will echo across the "end of days" warning of every religion the world has ever known.
This is a novel-length adventure story (in progress) that goes far beyond just steamy sex, though there is plenty of that in every chapter. In the real world, I am a seasoned sci-fi/fantasy author. I have attempted to bring that same "serious" storytelling to this project. By that I mean plot twists, in-depth world-building, a growing cast of characters, triumphs, tragedies, and an epic struggle between good and evil.
I hope you will join me on this journey.
Here is a snippet from Chapter One:
A faint breeze whispered through the glade carrying flower petals and the sharp, crisp, smell of new winter. Logan’s breath caught in his chest as the gauzy fabric of her gown also drifted away on the air until she wore nothing except the silken waterfall of midnight hair and a wicked smile of invitation.
His eyes devoured every curve of her perfect body. The Faerie Queen’s breasts were round and firm. Her nipples were pale, a faint blush of pink against the fresh cream color of her flawless skin. Between the soft curve of her thighs was a delicate brush of midnight pubic hair.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered in awe.
“I intend to.” The queen waved her hand. It was a casual gesture as if shooing away a fly.
Logan felt the breeze touch him in surprising places. He looked down. Instead of clothes, he saw only his sparse hair chest and, lower still, his erection pointing the way.
He chuckled. What a crazy dream. Logan looked back up at the naked wonder of the Faerie queen. Not that I am complaining.
He shrugged. “Alright, gorgeous. Let’s do this.” Two long steps closed the distance between them. He swept her into his embrace and a hungry kiss, even as his cock slapped against the slim plane of her belly.
Cold! Logan nearly jumped out of his skin. Her flesh was at least twenty degrees cooler than his own body temperature. She felt it as well.
“Ah.” She groaned as she snuggled in, pressing as much of her wonderfully, soft flesh to his as she could manage. “The heat of mortal flesh… how I have missed it! Give me more. Warm me.” The cool touch of her soft tongue and sharp teeth brushed against Logan’s shoulder. “Fill me.”
Logan’s hands circled her waist and down, cupping and squeezing both cheeks of the Queen’s delicious ass. She brushed her lips against his, moaned into his mouth, and swayed her hips in silent encouragement. Her own hands trailed across the muscles in his shoulder and back, even as she rubbed her belly against the hot length of his shaft caught between them.
The kissing grew more fevered. Tongues danced and twined together. As their mutual lust grew stronger, his body heat warmed her flesh, driving the last vestiges of ice and cold from the Queen’s body.
“Allow me to warm the rest of you.” Logan grinned and gently turned her around. His cock lay snug between the cheeks of her soft bum as he nibbled on her ear and neck. His hands began to explore the Fairy Queen’s flawless breasts. He teased her nipples with soft strokes, traced the sensitive under curve with the tips of his fingers.
Below is a snapshot of my current work-in-progress. I am pleased and humbled to report that every chapter so far with votes has been rated at a 5 out of 5 and has won a RR status on two of the six posted chapters.
Blurb: A supernatural/steampunk tale of one man and his crew of pirates as they battle their way through Hell, where belief and myth are reality, sex is both sin and salvation, and the future of life on Earth will be decided in an epic struggle that will echo across the "end of days" warning of every religion the world has ever known.
This is a novel-length adventure story (in progress) that goes far beyond just steamy sex, though there is plenty of that in every chapter. In the real world, I am a seasoned sci-fi/fantasy author. I have attempted to bring that same "serious" storytelling to this project. By that I mean plot twists, in-depth world-building, a growing cast of characters, triumphs, tragedies, and an epic struggle between good and evil.
I hope you will join me on this journey.
Here is a snippet from Chapter One:
A faint breeze whispered through the glade carrying flower petals and the sharp, crisp, smell of new winter. Logan’s breath caught in his chest as the gauzy fabric of her gown also drifted away on the air until she wore nothing except the silken waterfall of midnight hair and a wicked smile of invitation.
His eyes devoured every curve of her perfect body. The Faerie Queen’s breasts were round and firm. Her nipples were pale, a faint blush of pink against the fresh cream color of her flawless skin. Between the soft curve of her thighs was a delicate brush of midnight pubic hair.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered in awe.
“I intend to.” The queen waved her hand. It was a casual gesture as if shooing away a fly.
Logan felt the breeze touch him in surprising places. He looked down. Instead of clothes, he saw only his sparse hair chest and, lower still, his erection pointing the way.
He chuckled. What a crazy dream. Logan looked back up at the naked wonder of the Faerie queen. Not that I am complaining.
He shrugged. “Alright, gorgeous. Let’s do this.” Two long steps closed the distance between them. He swept her into his embrace and a hungry kiss, even as his cock slapped against the slim plane of her belly.
Cold! Logan nearly jumped out of his skin. Her flesh was at least twenty degrees cooler than his own body temperature. She felt it as well.
“Ah.” She groaned as she snuggled in, pressing as much of her wonderfully, soft flesh to his as she could manage. “The heat of mortal flesh… how I have missed it! Give me more. Warm me.” The cool touch of her soft tongue and sharp teeth brushed against Logan’s shoulder. “Fill me.”
Logan’s hands circled her waist and down, cupping and squeezing both cheeks of the Queen’s delicious ass. She brushed her lips against his, moaned into his mouth, and swayed her hips in silent encouragement. Her own hands trailed across the muscles in his shoulder and back, even as she rubbed her belly against the hot length of his shaft caught between them.
The kissing grew more fevered. Tongues danced and twined together. As their mutual lust grew stronger, his body heat warmed her flesh, driving the last vestiges of ice and cold from the Queen’s body.
“Allow me to warm the rest of you.” Logan grinned and gently turned her around. His cock lay snug between the cheeks of her soft bum as he nibbled on her ear and neck. His hands began to explore the Fairy Queen’s flawless breasts. He teased her nipples with soft strokes, traced the sensitive under curve with the tips of his fingers.
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Candles shed golden light and shadow across her trembling flesh, naked except for the silk cloth around her eyes. Ice cubes rattle as I stir the bowl. A soft gasp escapes her lips. The hot sting of wax or the cold bite of ice? Anticipation is the perfume that we breathe together.
Candles shed golden light and shadow across her trembling flesh, naked except for the silk cloth around her eyes. Ice cubes rattle as I stir the bowl. A soft gasp escapes her lips. The hot sting of wax or the cold bite of ice? Anticipation is the perfume that we breathe together.
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