Hey, hi everyone! I'm back again with yet another segment of Writing tips. Today I'm going to chat about something many struggle to describe. The body.
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I know it has been about a hundred years...but... I finally posted something new. I really like it and I hope whoever reads it like it too. It is call ‘Two Days With My Love’. It’s a short story about AU John Wick and a woman named Emerald that he loves and who loves him as well. Anyway, check it out.
Here is the link: Two Days With My Love
Let me know what you think. I would love some feedback. 😊
This is about AU John Wick and the love of his life Emerald. They are both very cautious with their feelings, but in need of the love of the other.
Warnings: a couple f bombs in the beginning. That’s about it.
All my work is intended for an 18+ audience.
It had been 2 days of love making. Not fucking. Just slow, passionate, connective, soul quenching love making. Neither of them planned this. In fact, whenever John and Emerald hooked up, they preferred the hard, sweaty, shoulder biting, ass slapping, sore for days fucking. Yes, this was definitely new territory.
“Don’t get up yet” Emerald pleaded. Her eyes were still closed as she absorbed every ounce of his embrace into her flesh. “I don’t want to crush you” whispered John. He was still nestled blissfully inside her as the euphoric fog slowly dissipated from his brain. He shifted his weight until his burly frame allowed his lips to meet her cheek. John was nearly a foot taller than Emerald. While she craved the pressure from his weight, her very own muscular security blanket, John was concerned that he would suffocate her one day. He smirked at the thought. He knew her kinks, she would probably be into it. “Please, J. Just lay here a little bit longer”. She still hadn’t opened her eyes. John studied her breathing. He knew something was going through her head, but was unsure of how much to pry.
The pair had known each other for the past 7 months, but had strict rules for their meetings. They absolutely cared for each other. More than either had cared for anyone before. It was that not so small thing that hung between them that wouldn’t allow them to be more than a hook up to each other. At least not yet. Pain. It was sad really. Anyone they passed could tell they were perfect for each other. That’s the thing about this type of pain, its hidden and not easily discussed with the one you don’t want to see you cry. Even with their loving looks and flirtatious interactions, it was still there, and would continue to hang silently between the two until they were ready to push it behind them and truly embrace the love they both craved from each other.
After a few more moments of blessing Emerald’s neck and cheeks with his sweet thanks in the form of kisses, John removed his body from hers. She shivered for a brief second as the cold air rushed between them to replace the warmth of his heated body. John searched deep in her eyes for clues of what his sweet Em was thinking. She smiled a curious grin up at him. She knew he was deep in thought. She wanted to ask what about…but, damn those eyes. Emerald always got distracted by the beautiful, golden honey-colored orbs that seemed to look directly into her heart.
Emerald met Johns lips with her own. She felt his desire for her with his equally desperate response. “Give me a minute?” John helped Emerald up from the nest of sheets and blanket they had been carousing in and went in search of a refreshing liquid while she freshened up in the bathroom. John returned to the bed first. While he would never get used to hotel mini bar prices, they never disappointed with their selections. John laid out a collection of Emerald’s favorite snacks on her pillow and cracked the seal on the champagne they impulsively ordered for breakfast but had yet to open. It wasn’t his most romantic gesture but he hoped she would appreciate his attempt given his limited on-hand resources. He sat back and started to worry when he determined she was taking longer than usual. Ok, it was time to ask what thoughts she was having in her beautiful head.
A few moments later Emerald emerged from the darkened doorway of the bathroom. She had a forced smile plastered on her face. She walked over to the bed to make her sustenance selection. John noticed that her eyes stayed low and never quite reached his. He began to think maybe this was the end of their trysts. Maybe she no longer wanted the limited part of him that he had to offer. He wanted to give her more, but he was afraid she wouldn’t love him back.
After Emerald settled on the bed with her caramel M&Ms and glass of champagne, John quietly broke the silence that was hanging in their rented room. “What was that about earlier? You not wanting me to get up..was everything alright?” She looked up, not really at him, just slightly in his directions. He noticed instantly. “Yeah of course. It was really nice, and you were really warm.” Emerald ended her statement with a smile, hoping that was the end of it. She had finally willed herself to stop crying before she emerged from the bathroom. She thought if she started again, she wouldn’t be able to stop her emotions from flowing freely. John reached for Emerald’s hand just when she picked up a piece of caramel filled chocolate. He lifted her hand to kiss it, but stole the candy with his skilled tongue instead. She laughed and appreciated his attempt to keep the conversation light. She looked at him this time. Right into those beautiful, distracting eyes and thought this is as good a time as any to bare her soul and be honest about how she needed him. “John, I’ve been feeling things… and I don’t know if I can say what I need to say to make you understand, or if maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all. I’m confused, and I’m probably confusing..” John lifted her hand once more, this time kissing her palm. He looked into her heart through her eyes again and said “Just tell me what’s going on. We can work it out together.” Grateful for his peaceful interruption, Emerald took a deep breath and started again. “When you were on me, kissing me, I just kept thinking about how much I didn’t want it to end. I know we only have another day and a half together…I just don’t want it to end. Not like it usually does. I care for you John. A lot. I know we have an agreement about our relationship and I’m happy spending time with you in this way. I was just starting to feel like I want more from you. From us. I don’t know what I want exactly, I just know I want more. I want you to hold me, tight. Like I’m someone you never want to let go of. I don’t know. Maybe that’s all I need. I want you to make me feel like you want me.”
“You don’t feel like I want you?”, “I do, but I want to feel like you want me more than for sex. Like you want me in your whole life.” John puzzled for a moment, wondering how he had failed to show her just how badly he wanted her. Needed her. “Put your glass down and come here.” John waited for Emerald to discard her glass and candy to the awaiting side table. He lifted the covers and watched as her soft, toasted caramel complected skin floated across the bed to be next to him. He enveloped her torso until there was no space between their naked skin. “Is this tight enough” he asked as he kissed her cheek. He tightened his grip when he felt her shake her head. He could feel her warm tears slip in between the shallow crevice where her cheek and his chest met. She pushed away from him and sat up to hold her face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. I know this isn’t really our thing or in our agreement.” John reached around Emerald’s back to pull her closer to him, “Maybe we can rewrite our terms”. The silence came back. It hung gingerly above them as both were trying to proceed with caution. “I do want you in my whole life” John said as he kissed her temple. “I care for you a lot too. I didn’t want to scare you away. I know you got out of a shitty thing when we met, and I didn’t want you to think I was trying to take advantage of our friendship. I’m not really sure what to do.” “Just keep holding me” was all Emerald said.
About: What happens when you are bored in a nearly empty movie theater?
Who: Jack Traven & OFC Shayla
Warnings: Oral Sex in a public place
"Wow. This is a terrible movie" Shayla whispered to herself. She stole a peak at her partner, who was seated next to her in the top row of theater 19. She had hoped Jack would be interested in the film, but any hope for that was lost the longer the couple sat in the dark while the film rolled. Shayla let out a soft chuckle when she noticed Jack trying hide the game he was playing on his cell phone. She leaned over and whispered "I guess you aren't into this either." He grinned, "This movie was your choice, not mine." Shayla positioned her hand above Jack’s leg. She used her finger tips to slowly trace a design from his knee to his muscular thigh. "I guess I'll have to make it up to you" she said nonchalantly. Shayla slid her hand towards the middle of his lap. She smiled to herself while she casually caressed circles over the mound pulsating between her lover’s legs.
Thankful they had chosen to go to an early showing on an uneventful Thursday, Shayla glanced around to make sure she and Jack wouldn’t be noticed by the 5 movie-goers peppered throughout the lower level of the theater. She leaned in close to Jack. His cologne was intoxicating. She swore it had pheromones in it, because whenever he wore it, she couldn’t get enough of him. Shayla kissed his cheek and left warm, moist kisses along his jaw all the way down to the small dip at the base of his neck. She inhaled his cologne deeply and kissed her way back to his mouth. Jack gently stroked Shayla’s hair as he slowly parted her lips with his tongue. He happily returned her kiss, showing the passion that was growing within his core.
After a few moments of making out, Shayla pulled back. She slipped Jack a seductive grin as she made her way down to rest between his knees. Without dropping his wanton gaze, Shayla started working to unclasp Jack’s belt. He watched almost impatiently as her delicate fingers unzipped his pants and released his throbbing erection from its stifling bondage. He let out a soft moan as he felt her velvety smooth skin firmly grip his shaft. Shayla leaned forward and placed kisses the length of Jack’s member. She flattened her tongue and slowly licked from the base of his penis to his sensitive, swollen head. Swirling her tongue around his tip, she took him in her mouth. The warm embrace caused Jack to moan again, a little bit louder this time. Shayla slowly took him deeper into her mouth. She pumped him in and out slowly while using her hands to caress his full length. Shayla looked up hoping to find approval on Jack’s face. Instead, she saw his eyes closed with his hand covering his mouth to muffle his excitement. She knew he was enjoying his special treat. Shayla continued to pleasure Jack by sucking on the underside of his pulsing head and twisting her hands firmly around his shaft. He couldn’t help but groan out in pleasure when she placed her hands under his thighs and pulled him in deeper. Shayla excited herself at the idea of being caught. She was surprised they hadn’t been already with Jack’s deep moans being entangled in the dialogue of the movie. She knew he was close to finishing by the way he was writhing his hips to be deeper in the warmth of her mouth.
The reflection on the projection room glass showed the credits starting to roll. Knowing the house lights would soon be turned on, Shayla gave Jack’s tender head a final kiss before tucking his erection back into his pants. She smiled innocently as she lifted herself back into her seat, all the while feeling his disapproving gaze burning a whole into her temple. She turned to him, “Did you enjoy the movie my love?” He sat back unable to speak. Shayla had no intentions of leaving Jack unsatisfied, but she knew they would be discovered if she hadn’t stopped right then. But Jack didn’t know of her intentions so she thought it may be fun to tease him a little. Shayla smiled at Jack. She knew he was thoroughly disappointed. After a moment he pressed, "I thought you wanted to make it up to me." Her faux innocent smile returned, "I was, but I decided teasing you might be more fun." “Cruel is more like it” he muttered. By this time a theater attendant had entered their row to start the after-movie clean-up procedures. Shaking his head, Jack stood up and stretched. He offered Shayla a hand to help her up out of her seat. He hoped this was not the end of his special afternoon delight. Jack helped Shayla to her feet. He watched her expression very closely in hopes that she would give herself away to what he hoped was teasing. All she offered was a ‘thank you’ and a smile. As she started to walk down the aisle, he pulled her to him and tightly wrapped an arm around her waist. He lowered himself so no one close by could hear, “You are going to get it when we get home.” Shayla turned her head to look up at Jack. He noticed a devilish glimmer in her eyes. “You promise?” She responded with a wink. Jack let out a hearty laugh, knowing that he was in for even more naughty fun. “I promise” he said. He took her by the hand and led her down the theater steps and out to their awaiting car. He beamed thinking about all the pleasure he was going to punish her with.
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