Every year, for the past 15 years or so, I participate in National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words during the 30 days of November. Sometimes I make it, often I don’t, but it’s always a great experience.
Two years ago I started a book called “The Book of Life; It’s Not a Fairy Tale”, although I may end up changing the title. It essential a sexy, kinky story about Little Red Riding Hood, but the difference is that the wolf is a Sadistic werewolf, patterned after an obnoxious Dom I once knew and Red ends up getting the upper hand and gets back at the Wolf royally.
Yes, I am a submissive, but sometimes my control freak nature comes out when it’s needed.
The story really was inspired by this picture….
This was a Polyvore set I created as an illustration of what a badass the main character Zandra (Red) was. The setting is medieval England about 1200CE.
Just a little excerpt of my story…
Zandra woke up, feeling cold, sore and stiff. It took a few minutes for her to realize that she was shackled to a brick wall in a cellar, her hands in metal cuffs attached securely to the wall above her head. She suddenly realized that she was naked. And very alone.
Slowly, the memories came flooding back. She remembered a lovely meal of stewed lamb, potatoes, herbs, parsnips, carrots and leaks with a rich gravy, a rich rye bread and a delicious ale. No matter who this man was, he was quite skilled in the kitchen. But then she realized he was quite skilled in other areas of as well, and those memories made her blush. Until she remembered what had led up to where she now found herself and then she got angry.
She remembered the room around her started to get fuzzy and swayed back and forth… she felt warm, dizzy and sleepy. She vaguely remembered the man coming towards her with a very large knife. She was sure he was going to stab her with it, but instead he slit her beautiful doe skin dress straight down the middle and pulled it off of her, leaving it in a puddle at her feet.
After what seems like forever, the man appears and calmly walks over to her. Zandra is now frightened and starts to shiver. The man reaches over to her and strokes her cheek on her face. She feels the roughness of his hands as she touches her face. With one finger, his touch moves down her chin, lightly grazing her throat and down between her breasts. He lingers for a moment, while his hand spreads out in the space between her breasts until he moves his hand under one and gently cubs the breast in his hand.
Zandra closed her eyes. She had never been naked before a man before. She has rarely been naked at all. It just wasn’t done.
“Good morning sweet slave.”
Derek squeezes Zandra’s breast with his fingers and she gasped at the pain and opened her eyes to find herself eye to eye with the handsome woodsman. While he squeezed, he ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple feeling it get hard. Zandra gasped again, but this time not in pain, but in arousal and desire. She was shocked at her feelings about having his hands on this part of her body.
His hand released her breast and his fingers trailed down her stomach and abdomen until he stopped just before her pubic area. Zandra panicked and tried to wiggle away from Derek’s grasp, but he shoved his leg in between hers and held her tight.
His face broke into a leering smile that unnerved Zandra and she shivered more. He pushed his fingers down into her pubic hair pulled on each strand one by one, tugging then. Zandra closed her eyes and moaned, feeling betrayed by her body.
Weaving his fingers into the hair, he pushed them further down until he just touched the entrance to her secret opening. Zandra cried out in protest and he put his other hand over her mouth.
“Shhh”, he cautioned. “Be quiet.”