LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

Svenskaflicka said:
I've been working on mum's birthday present all evening. Time to turn off the TV, put the embroidery away, minimize this window, and start WRITING.

OK get minimising young lady:D :rose:
 
Black Tulip said:
Sabledrake, awesome! :rose:

I have no time to read the latest excerpts right now, but I will.
Eventually.

:rolleyes:

I hope to find some time this weekend.
I played hooky last night and wrote smut instead of a case study.

:D

Pure NaNo count is now 25918, hey that's half way!
(And 3266 in the reserve.)

:cool:

Wrote smut!!!:eek: My goodness BT:D Keep at it love:rose: Smut's good for the soul:devil:
 
****UPDATE ALERT!!!!!!****

I'm gonna do a mega update tomorrow morning, to bring most people's word counts up to date in the table.

I'll do it at 10am GMT. That gives you all a little under 11 hours to PM me with your latest counts.

I'll make sure there's plenty of room in my inbox.

Cheers, all!

Lou :rose:
 
First of all:woohoo for Sabledrake. Good for ya.

Second of all, woohoo for me. What a difference a day makes. Especially if it's a WHOLE day. After I sent off an article to work at around 10 am, I have had absolutely nothing to do all day but write nano. I'm proud to announce that I've had a 8500 words' day, leaving me back on track to finish on time.

Yes, the story now officially sucks, but that's not top priority, now is it? :)

#L
 
Liar said:
First of all:woohoo for Sabledrake. Good for ya.

Second of all, woohoo for me. What a difference a day makes. Especially if it's a WHOLE day. After I sent off an article to work at around 10 am, I have had absolutely nothing to do all day but write nano. I'm proud to announce that I've had a 8500 words' day, leaving me back on track to finish on time.

Yes, the story now officially sucks, but that's not top priority, now is it? :)

#L

WOOHOO, indeed!!! :D

I need a day like that, maybe tomorrow. I have had a 3,500 word day today, though. :)

Nope, geting the novel to actually be good is not top priority right now (even though I don't believe yours is crap for one minute :p). That comes with the edits. Just pound the story out and get it down.

Lou :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
 
Tatelou said:
(even though I don't believe yours is crap for one minute :p)
Believe it. After a first edit, I will have trimmed it down to 25k. :)
 
well done Liar!

I got a good few thousand words out last night and current word count is 36 521

Also it is only 6.30 am -everyone else is asleep. I'm off to do some more right now :)

Although in my frenzied writing yesterday i've managed to add a bit of a plot twist...but I'm not quite sure how it's going to work. Ahh well I can wory about that in a few thousand words when I need too *L* For now I'll just keep on typin'!
 
NaNo word count- 33,618

33,618

http://www.nanowrimo.org/userinfo.php?uid=43352

Here's my lightly edited excerpt from my Nano member page:

In the weeks that followed, we came to know each other as I rendered her likeness onto the best quality canvas I could afford. She was frustrated by the fact that I wouldn't let her see it until it was finished, but she seemed to enjoy our sessions as much as I did.

Part of me didn't want to finish the painting; part of me had this irrational fear that when it was finished, I'd never see her again.

But I did finish the painting. I remember the day quite clearly. She arrived with her pink hair spiked up and those same geometric earrings she wore the first time I had seen her. She was wearing head to toe green and it made me think of a nature spirit, the way her tiny body floated around the room and her musical little laugh echoed around in my head long after the sound had dissipated from the room.

At first she sat quietly while I added the finishing touches. She knew that I was nearly done and there was something almost magical about it that we both understood. It was as if we were holding our breaths in anticipation, knowing that the finished product was so close, so fragile that we didn't want to do anything to slow it down or break it at the last minute.

"OK," I finally said.

When she looked at the picture, I heard her inhale suddenly and then she was silent for a moment or two.

"You made me look so- beautiful," she said in awe.

"You are beautiful," I answered. She looked at me with her eyes shining. Something passed between us- I felt I knew what it was but I was afraid to name it. A moment that seemed it could have gone anywhere if one of us had had the courage to seize it. But neither of us did, and the moment passed.

"You’re very talented," she told me. I wondered if the moment had happened at all.

Zoë became my model, and secretly my muse. She would sit for me whenever I needed to do a painting for class, or even if I just wanted to practice sketching features. One day when I was preparing to do an assignment she said something that made the hair on my arms stand up.

"Do you ever do- you know, nudes?"

"Sure, in class I've done a few," I told her trying to be nonchalant.

"Would you want to- I mean, well. I think it would be a cool thing to have, you know a once in a lifetime- Or do you think that would be too weird? You know, since we know each other so well?"

"No, not at all. I mean, if you were ok with it, I would be too. I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable."

"I feel totally comfortable when I'm with you," she assured me.

There it was again. Something between us. What did she mean? Was it something more than the sum total of the words spoken? I had just told her that I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so I was afraid to ask, to pursue it further.

Zoë seemed to have no problem shedding the cloth. It seemed to me that she had been building her self up to do this for a long time, and now she was determined to do so without showing any fear. It made me like her even more.

Now she sat in front of me, naked at last. "Breathtaking," I said, not even realizing that it was out loud. I sketched her quicker than anything else I had ever drawn and when I reached for my brush, even she was surprised.

"You've finished the sketch already?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her carefully. I searched her face and found no fear, I decided for myself to be brave as well. "It's like I was born to paint you like this."

The words fell into the air. There was no tension in the silence, only understanding. The room was infused with a soft kind of energy. A glow of mutual respect, caring, and something else. Dare I even call it love?

I painted like that, in silence. The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Something was different now. Zoë felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish; waiting for me to make my move.

For a moment I felt a surprising surge of penis envy. It was illogical, but with Zoë, nothing was logical anymore. She made me want to be everything, to experience her from every point of view, to take her, to give her pleasure, to force her into submission and to be her slave. I wanted to be her everything and to be everything to her.

But for now, all I had was my own very feminine body to pleasure her with.
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and then I have a link back to the story here on Lit. Do you think it will attract any attention? Then again, everybody over there is probably busy on there own stories. How long do the member pages stay up *after* nano is complete?
 
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Liar said:
First of all:woohoo for Sabledrake. Good for ya.

Second of all, woohoo for me. What a difference a day makes. Especially if it's a WHOLE day. After I sent off an article to work at around 10 am, I have had absolutely nothing to do all day but write nano. I'm proud to announce that I've had a 8500 words' day, leaving me back on track to finish on time.

Yes, the story now officially sucks, but that's not top priority, now is it? :)

#L

Cool. I would lovea day like that too.

I figure when my whole sucky thing is done, I'll be able to boil it all down to a really good longish short story of about 1/4 of it's word count.

A lot of the good stuff would never be excavated if we didn't dig through all the garbage to get it:D
 
Update done. :)

I am now siging off to write, write, write. I won't let anything distract me, not even a sexy bloke. :p

(Well, I might, so I'd better get on with it. :D)

Lou :cool:
 
I haven't written more than 1000 words in 2 weeks, yay me!!! Hey guys and gals, keep the good work! I am proud of all of you.
 
Evening all, had a mental today up to 44,775 Bloody well knackered now though, been at it during work time on the lap top, don't tell the bosses.


Ok time for another extract now we're in legal age territory of the story line.


I immediately began to wonder if it had been a good idea after all inviting Maggie to dance, she was quite evidently the worse for a large quantity of wine… I’d noted several empty bottles dotted about their table, and shared by just the two women, John I knew wasn’t a wine person, Michelle’s husband seemed more of a pint of bitter type as well.

As we neared the centre of the dance floor, Maggie swung round to face me, a huge grin spread across her normally straight-laced yet pleasant features… She lifted her arms and flung them round my neck, clasping her hands together behind my head, she then draped herself down the front of me like a set of curtains.

“Come’ere big boy”, she muttered as she began her assault on my person.

I felt her groin pressing hard against me, firmly against my now rapidly rising trouser lump… She tilted her head back a little, her eyes unblinking as she looked directly into mine… To be frank with you, I came over quite sort of weak at the knees, I’d coveted this attractive and very sophisticated older woman for so long… Studied her as she walked past me in the workshop at the factory, admired her pert shapely arse cheeks wiggling in her tight fitting clothing, Maggie had a hell of a seductive wiggle, her lovely rounded butt cheeks appearing for all the world like two ferrets wrestling in a paper bag.

I’d day-dreamed of being in her arms, in her bed, in her body, now with so very little effort on my part, here she was in my arms, even better, sensually draped against me as we began to smooch about slowly to the gentle romantic tune.

I remember that first tune we danced to so well to this day, Silence is Golden by the Tremeloes… still a favourite of mine, well it brings back such fond memories of that crazy almost surreal evening back in 1970 doesn’t it… The evening I pulled and scored my first real life mature married and flirting lady, the 43 yr old Maggie… the surreal events yet to be disclosed.

We slowly moved about in time with the music… no way could it be described as a dance movement… the manner in which Maggie was snaking her body, humping her groin and whole self against me was more in tune with a sex act… I could feel her prominent mound of Venus thrusting rhythmically into my rapidly stiffening dick, her smallish but very firm tits pressing and rubbing against my chest as she sexed herself up using my body as her object of pleasure and stimulation.

I eased back a little, it must have looked a little comical and sort of Charlie Chaplin pose to observers, I’m sure my butt must have been protruding the manner in which I’d bent my midriff away from Maggie to avoid her groin humping motions… My member was by this stage rock hard and I was a little embarrassed of her feeling such a presumptuous bodily function on my part.

I was becoming convinced she needed a good shagging to sort her head out, but still couldn’t be sure that she would accept me as the tool of that sorting out… I was also half convinced I may be dreaming all of this sexual intent on her part, and misreading the signals… I was very quickly put in my place and assured that those were her true intentions.

“Come here Paul, where the fuck do you think you’re going”, Maggie mumbled as she dropped one hand down my back, grasped my arse cheek, and pulled me to her firmly, re-engaging her plump mound with my plump trouser bulge.

The sound of the ‘fuck’ word emanating from her well-spoken lips only serving to increase my arousal, posh spoken English ladies pouring forth such basic language always has given me an added twitch in the groin region. There’s something about the way the swear word seems to be accentuated in the spoken sentence with a kind of posh accent, ‘fock’… ‘cont’… Mmm!

“Jesus Maggie, John can see us”, I whispered.

“So” she replied.

“So I don’t want him to get the wrong idea”.

“Right idea darling Paul… right idea… stop worrying”.

“But I do worry Maggie, he’s my boss, and he’s bigger than me”.

John was a large bloke, well over 6ft 3ins and built like a brick shithouse, he was also the managing director of the company… I began to feel concerned that the sight of me, a mere mortal and lowly technician beneath his social standing, wearing his wife like a close fitting apron, might alarm and annoy John somewhat.

“Big, but soft darling… big but soft… that’s the trouble Paul, he’s always soft.… John can’t get it up, impotent as fuck… soft as hell… can’t get it up and can’t get it in me, I need it in me Paul, I’m a very sexual woman”.

Maggie’s speech had been quite slurred, presumably with the alcohol while we were at the table, and as we made our move to the dance floor… Her voice was crystal clear now, not a hint of slurring or wavering, she meant this, she was telling me something in plain English through a clear mind, this wasn’t the drink talking… I almost fired off in my pants with this realisation that I was the chosen one to relieve her pent up sexual tension… But how to go about with a sophisticated mature woman, I was used to the crude approach with slutty teenagers, I feared this approach was not appropriate with Maggie, again I was in for a shock revelation.

“Hmm… you’ve got a lovely big hard prick Paul… that would go in me so easily”, Maggie mumbled, thrusting herself very hard and very deliberately against me… She stretched her head up a little and kissed my neck, then ran her tongue round my Adams apple in a complete circle. “Do you want to fuck me Paul”, she added in a gruff aroused whisper on completion of her tongue lashing exercise.

I remember hearing myself let out a little gulp and grunting sound, half in response to the tickling sensation of her tongue on my flesh, half in aroused response to her final words.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life Maggie”, I found myself mumbling, more thinking out loud than actually making a statement.

“Good… nice… I’m so glad you feel that way darling Paul… his office in about 5 minutes, I have business to see to first, I’ll meet you there”. Maggie whispered, again kissing my neck.

“Umm… it’ll be locked Maggie, he always locks it”, my voice was cracking with shock and arousal, I’d not imagined in my wildest dreams that it would be this easy, the lovely demure Maggie, object of every male staff members desires, and some female staff may I add, giving herself so easily and without a hint of deliberate seduction on my part.

“That’s the business I have to attend to darling… obtaining the key”, she whispered.

“Why his office Maggie”?

“Symbolic darling, symbolic… being fucked on his office desk… symbolic”, her final words fading as she detached herself from the front of my person and moved away from me across the room.

“Where are you going to get a key for his office”, I called after her as loudly as I dare while trying to maintain some semblance of discretion.

“Him darling, I’ll get his key”, Maggie called back, with very little hint of discretion or care; I felt eyes latching on to me from all around the surrounding crowd of dancers… I rather think those eyes had been firmly fixed on Maggie and I as we smooched about locked in sexual foreplay, it was just now as I felt open and exposed that I noticed them.






That will have to do, or it'll run into another page:D and I'm sure no one wanted the boring sex scene anyway:devil:

pops.
 
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Great extract, Pops. I love your style of writing, so easy to read and get into. But, you tease, you can't leave it there!!! ;)


We've had another NaNo'er complete. WOOHOO! I had a PM from Snowy Ciara this morning, and she's hit 53,630 words. :nana:

Awesome job!

Lou :rose:
 
I promised myself to read the excerpts after NaNo.
For now, I have trouble enough juggling all commitments. LOL

I ran into a Roman orgy while writing, talk about inspiration.
It gave me 5342 words last night!
I'll see if I can post a snippet to entertain you lot.

:D
 
This is so inspirational to me. I'm so proud of everyone who jumped into this.
I'm going to be here next year for sure!
 
Thanks, everybody. But do remember, I'm a fast-writing freak with lots of lonely night-shift time on my hands ... that's the only reason I can churn out so much wordage. It's the people who are doing this while also balancing real work and school and such that I admire!

Sabledrake
 
Ok, here's the tastiest part of the orgy.

:D

Feel free to comment, remember though it is not even spell checked.

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Rather unexpectedly she stood in front of him. His big frame was not lounging on a divan however. He sat on a wide bench, his back resting against a wall and he looked like a ruler holding court. With a jolt Verena realized that was exactly what was taking place. Well, maybe not a court, but a quick look around showed her all other centurions were deferring to Leonidas.

With a sigh she adjusted to the fact that she was apparently captured by a senior centurion. She tried to remember what the officer of a cohort was called, but she had no idea. Besides, other matters asked for her attention.

She saw him nod, no doubt to dismiss the legionnaire and then he winked at her, grinned and gestured her to his side. For a moment she contemplated refusal. It wouldn't be wise. There was no way she could get away with it, not in front of so many centurions. The only option was quiet obstruction so she moved as slow as possible. Making it obvious to all how reluctant she was.

When she stood at his side he surprised her by standing up. He topped her easily and she acknowledged the cleverness in showing the others he was taller than her. Most of them were of average Roman build, which meant she was towering over them. Leonidas had no need to tell them he was superior, he could show them.

He put his arm around her shoulder, but Verena was not going to make this into the Leonidas circus. She stepped out from under his arm, but Leonidas merely laughed that rumbling sound of his and grasped her arm to turn it behind her back. Not very hard, but enough to keep her check.

“Friends, I am pleased you have all accepted my hospitality. And I am proud I can show you our latest victory.”

“Do you earn your laurels with fighting women these days?”

The remark was met with bouts of laughter and more jokes.

“I’ll be glad to conquer that blonde goddess for you, my friend.”

“If it’s too much for you, I’ll gladly give you a hand, or two.”

“Please, gentlemen.” Leonidas chuckled. “This is not just any woman.” He waited a moment till all noise had died down. “I present you Verena, daughter of Frederik, son of Wilfrid son of Arik.”

All around her she heard gasps and shouts of surprise accompanied by laughter and congratulations for Leonidas. Standing there like a prize cow slowly fuelled her anger. When Leonidas bent his head to kiss her possessively on her mouth, she reacted without thinking. A solid kick on the shin had him howling but not for long.

Amid renewed laughter and whoops from the other centurions, Leonidas hissed at her in a furious voice. “You stupid stubborn woman. Don’t you understand I will punish you now?”

Verena shrugged and tried to ignore the nervous flutter that had started in the pit of her stomach. She would rather bite her tongue than say so, but she had actually forgotten the circumstances for a moment and the thought of that large body using its strength to punish her was scaring her badly.

Stubborn was right though, and she kept quiet, merely lifted her chin a bit higher, staring straight ahead.
Expecting a round of beating, perhaps lashing Verena was utterly confused when she found herself draped across Leonidas’ lap. The confusion was quickly replaced with humiliation when he flipped her dress back and bared her bottom for all to see. It got even worse though. Without any warning his hand smacked her hard and she cried out in surprise.

Determined to keep quiet Verena bit her lip as Leonidas hit her bottom till her seat was properly warmed. She managed to stifle the screams but the tears were running down her face and she tasted blood from biting her lip too hard. She had never felt so small in all her life and when Leonidas was finally done, she slid from his lap to her knees, shielding her face with the strands of hair that had escaped her braid.

Recovering from the shock, Verena was sitting on her knees to avoid more pain. Leonidas laughed and poured her a goblet of wine. “Here, behave or I’ll spank you again.” His voice was soft and she was the only one who heard him.

The others had been cheering him on, but now that the performance was over they took their attention elsewhere. Verena sipped from the wine and accepted the occasional morsel of food from Leonidas, knowing full well she would get nothing to eat if she refused them.

Chewing on the bits of meat and pieces of fruit she viewed the room with growing unease. The food was heaped high and beer and wine were flowing freely. Nothing unusual there. What did bother her however, was the way all of them carried on with the slaves they had brought with them.

A big burly man on the right was the first. He started to fondle the girl he had brought with him. He just lifted her skirt and showed his neighbor her pussy, then proceeded to stroke her till she began to moan and tried to impale herself on his fingers. The neighbor was very cooperative and busied himself with her breasts. Verena watched them with her mouth open.

When both men went down on her, one fucking her pussy and the other using her mouth, Vera looked away but found more unnerving scenes unfolding before her. A small skinny centurion was being entertained by two girls, one of them licking and sucking his cock while the other was pillowing his face on her ample breasts.

On the other side of the room she spotted a centurion who was having his cock sucked by a bronzed boy and further on she saw one of them happily tying up a plump girl, using lengths of rope to tie her to a bench with her legs folded and her arms behind her back.

Verena coughed and swallowed a big gulp of her wine. Dear Freya, what was she to do? This was so depraved, all rumors about the decadent Roman Empire were true. But she was getting terribly aroused by watching all that naked flesh having so much fun.

She averted her gaze and tried to regain her composure. Straightening her spine she remained on her knees however. Her bottom was still too tender to sit down. Vera stared at the floor in an attempt to escape the general air of lust. Leonidas was not having any of that though. He grasped a handful of her hair and lifted her head.

“Look at them, I want you to see your new life.” The deep voice whispered in her ear, setting her belly trembling again.

Verena tried staring straight ahead, but that was a mistake. She found herself mesmerized by the sight of a slave who was pleasuring a centurion with her mouth while another slave was licking her pussy. A second Roman was watching them with a silly grin on his face, stroking his erection with obvious pleasure.

She was not really surprised when she felt a hand slide down her neck, stroke her shoulder and cup her breast. It was harder to ignore the flash of pleasure that shot straight to her belly. She squirmed and tried to get away but all she accomplished was another soft laugh.

With one fist still in her hair Leonidas had no trouble in keeping her where he wanted her. His hand stroked her firm breasts, rubbed the sensitive nipples for a moment before he undid the clasp so the deep pink dress pooled around her waist.

“I want to show you to the world.” The whisper excited her and she was unable to stop herself from arching her back.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”

She didn’t think he expected an answer and she decided to keep her mouth shut. It would be stupid to deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body at his touch, but at the circumstances as well. She was not willing to say so however.

“Don’t you?” He tugged at her hair and made her stand up, the dress slipping to the ground so she was naked, except for the blue beads that dangled from her ears.

Vera was desperate to keep some sort of cool but it was hard. Some guests had noticed what Leonidas was up to and more and more eyes were gazing at her. Taking in the tall woman with the mass of blond hair, the generous curves and the sparkling blue eyes.

Leonidas stood behind her and she couldn’t see what he was doing. All she could see was the amused grins of those in front of her and the anticipation she saw there was making her nervous again.

“I’ll make sure you’re having fun tonight.” He was no longer whispering, but his voice was nearly drowned out by the noise the other guests were making.

Vera felt his hand move over her buttocks, rubbing the tender flesh and kneading the warm flesh. “Still sore?”

He chuckled when she nodded a bit reluctantly. “Don’t worry, you’ll forget that soon enough.”

Before she could react he had propelled her to the wall next to the bench he had been sitting on. She hadn’t noticed it before but there were iron rings and she found out why right away. Cursing herself for drinking too much wine, she reacted too slowly. Both her wrists were already tied to the rings, forcing her to stand with her arms spread wide.

She could figure out what was coming next and she kicked at his hands as he grasped one ankle. He merely laughed, told her he appreciated her giving his guests such a nice show and proceeded to tie her ankles as well. The result left her spread-eagled against the wall.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Leonidas’ voice rang out as he pointed at her. “Look at those mounds, don’t they make your mouth water?”

He stepped up to her and licked her nipples. Vera was furious. At him, at his guests and at herself. Unable to hit or kick him she thought for a moment to bite him and she bared her teeth, growling at him.

“You bastard. Keep your filthy hands to yourself.”

“But I am. See? No hands.”

His guests roared with laughter as he put his hands behind his back and kept licking and sucking her nipples, biting them softly till she squirmed, desperate to keep herself from moaning.

“Stop it. You’re making a spectacle of me and I don’t think my father will appreciate that.”

She hissed at him but knew it was absolutely useless. She had told him herself that her father would never let her fate weigh more heavily than that of the entire tribe.

“No, I don’t expect him to, but I do. And I’m not the only one.” Leonidas gestured to the other centurions.

Verena had been so intent on keeping her reactions under control that she had not looked at their audience for some time. At his comment, she did and a small gasp escaped her. Most centurions had gathered near the wall and were watching her with avid interest.

Some of them were showing signs of renewed arousal and others were enjoying more wine or beer. Only the big burly man who had started the orgy was still busy with his girls.

Leonidas chuckled. “See? They think you are worth watching too. Let’s please them.”

He went down on his knees and untied one of her ankles. Confused Vera tried to kick him, but he kept a firm grip and lifted her leg over his shoulder as he came up between her legs. The feel of his warm breath near her widespread crotch made her even wetter than she already was.

Dear Freya, he was going to kiss her there, right in front of all those people. Verena closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, shuddering as his tongue touched her. He licked the juices from her folds and swiped his tongue to the hard pearl at the top of her slit.

“Oh, goddess.” She could not keep quiet any longer.

“Umm, you taste so good. I could lick you for hours. Would you like that?” He laughed again as she shivered. “Shall I ask the others to taste you too?”

Shocked Vera’s eyes snapped open. Was he serious? He wouldn’t, would he?
She started to protest, but she felt her body betray her. The juices flowed even faster and the wetness trickled down her thighs.

Unsure what to expect she was not prepared for his next move. He untied her from the wall and draped her across the wide bench, tying her arms and legs to the legs of the thing, so she was spread out. Like a buffet she thought and felt the tingling in her body intensify.

“Anybody else who wants to taste a Frisian princess?” Leonidas kept her from protesting by kissing her forcefully.

Within seconds she felt a mouth exploring her folds. Unable to see who was tasting her all she could do was experience full lips nibbling her, sucking on her clit and she was helpless to stop the building tension. The mouth was replaced by another and when this one stabbed his tongue inside her she climaxed to the delight of the spectators.

Leonidas took possession of her mouth again so she moaned into his, his hands busy with her nipples, rubbing them into hard dark pink peaks. She felt a new set of lips tasting her, licking her to a new frenzy and again she climaxed.

Verena was not sure how many centurions did taste her, but she was reduced to a mass of sensitive flesh, quivering at the merest touch after a while. Leonidas freed her arms and legs and helped her up. He poured her another drink of wine and kissed her once more.

“You are marvelous. Do you know you entertained nearly a whole cohort? I am proud of you.”

Confused Vera blinked her eyes. Proud? What was he talking about? She should feel ashamed, although right now she wasn’t. To be honest, all she felt was satiated. She grinned a bit. Definitely not the behavior of a princess, but then, she wasn’t that so who cared?

“Will you let me go to my room, please? I’m so tired.”

“You are, huh? Sorry, sweets, but the party is not yet over.” He pulled her unto his knees, his legs between hers, his erection nudging at her entrance.

Verena had been almost asleep, but this new development had her wide awake again. Draped on top of Leonidas’ body she felt the familiar tingling starting in her pussy again. She didn’t even care anymore that everybody could see his fingers spreading her lips and easing his cock inside her.

She was way too tired to do anything else but feel and Leonidas moved her up and down with slow movements till they both climaxed. Most guests were already back to their own pleasures and Verena closed her eyes, slipping into an exhausted sleep. Curling up in Leonidas’ arms, her legs sticky with their combined juices.

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This has me wondering why on earth she would want to escape.

:eek: :devil: :D
 
Tatelou said:
We've had another NaNo'er complete. WOOHOO! I had a PM from Snowy Ciara this morning, and she's hit 53,630 words. :nana:
Phar tay.

Another 2k today for me. Not brilliantly fast, but fast enough.

#L

ps. BT, that's one yummy excerpt.
 
Tatelou said:
Great extract, Pops. I love your style of writing, so easy to read and get into. But, you tease, you can't leave it there!!!


We've had another NaNo'er complete. WOOHOO! I had a PM from Snowy Ciara this morning, and she's hit 53,630 words.

Awesome job!

Lou :rose:

Yay well done Snowy, another one bites the dust, go take a long lay down:D

(I might, or might not, continue to the sex scene one day Lou darling;) ):rose:

Nice extract BT, you must advise on where you find these Roman orgies to wander into:devil: :rose:

Keep at it Liar mate, you're doing well.:)

Thanks for the encouragement Mona.

Swedish beauty Svenska is doing fine as well I see:rose:

Umm. Sabledrake... what do you do with your hands late at night when you aren't writing?:devil:

I don't know tonights total yet, I've got to downoad it from the lap top for pasting into the story and counting in word on the PC... The lap top's a mac with MS word loaded, but it's still a bit awkward file sharing direct.

pops:) Nano luny
 
GO NANO WRITERS!!!

Hey Pops, did not want to bump my last thread - BIG KISS BABY! I will try to read another of your stories very soon. Busy :( but I do mention you under the best thread as my girl Lou :):kiss:
 
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pop_54 said:
Umm. Sabledrake... what do you do with your hands late at night when you aren't writing?:devil:
Nothing fun, I'm afraid ... mostly read and play computer solitaire and guilt-trip myself that I _should_ be writing ;)

Sabledrake
 
Grats to everyone who has finished :)

I thought about p[osting an excerpt from mine, but didn't wanna embarass Lou ;)
 
Colleen Thomas said:
Grats to everyone who has finished :)

I thought about p[osting an excerpt from mine, but didn't wanna embarass Lou ;)

HA! Like that's likely to happen. ;)

Go for it! :D

I'm just about to break through 30,000, btw! :nana:

:rose:
 
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