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1. Do you ever leave your home without a pen and pad? 2. Do you write everyday? 3. Do you read at least 5 to 8 books per month? 4. Do you have a personal editor/writing coach? 5. Do you always reread, revise and edit your work? 6. Have you subscribed to a writing magazine like Writer's Digest? 7. Have you joined a writing community like Author Nation? 8. Do you refer to a dictionary/thesaurus in order to improve your vocabulary? 9. Do you research, use personal experience, and/or conduct interviews, for the subject that you are writing about? 10. Have you educated yourself on the art of writing? (i.e. by attending a workshop, through higher education, or by reading a lot of articles on writing) If you answered 'no' to any of these questions, then you should get with the program, my fellow writers! The steps that I have mentioned are important steps that you as a writer should take, if you ever want your work to be taken seriously, and ultimately, getting published. Until next time, wear words, as if, they were clothing.

Larissa was single, thirty years old and a contract lawyer. She drove a Bimmer and lived in Jamaica Estates. She had not been laid in months. After the fourth month and still no bedroom action she began to put in more hours at her law firm just to keep her mind off sex. Larissa felt her sex life was non-existent because she had not found anyone whom she felt a strong physical attraction to. In the past, she would get her groove on just to say she had a sex life. But she never felt a strong connection with any of her past lovers. Each time, after the intimacy was over, Larissa felt unfulfilled. So she would move on to a new paramour, hoping for a more pleasing sexual experience. But she would still run into the same problem. Her sexual appetite would remain insatiable after the penetration had ended. So she decided to let her body choose its next lover. Only her body would truly know what it craved and only then would she truly be satisfied. *** It was Thursday. Larissa sat in her office and tried to read over a contract for a closing on an investment property she had recommended to one of her clients. But the sound of birds chirping, children laughing and the warm summer breeze coming through her open window kept invading her concentration. She could not remember the last time she had left work and the sun was still shining. So she decided today would be the day she would leave work early and enjoy the weather. Picking up a few movie rentals on the way home wasn't a bad idea either, she thought. It was another thing that she had not done in awhile: cuddle up on the couch with a bag of popcorn and watch a movie. It was one of her favorite things to do. Larissa dialed her boss'extension. When her boss picked up the phone she informed him that she would be leaving early to go meet with clients. After she hung up she felt a bit guilty for lying. But she quickly forgave herself and remembered that she was a lawyer. She made a living from lying a little bit. Grabbing her briefcase, she left her office. When she walked into the video store she heard a man say in a West Indian accent, "Welcome to Video Mania." Her eyes followed the voice. Once she matched the voice with the only person standing behind the counter, she said, "Thank you." She had never seen him before. He must be new, she thought. After spending close to an hour in the store, Larissa headed for the counter. With no one else in line she went to the man who had greeted her when she first walked in. She placed her movie selections on the counter. "Yuh find whey yuh a look fa?" the man asked. She looked at his name tag. "Yes. Thank you for asking, Donovan." Her eyes went back to his face. He had a honey color complexion, green eyes and kissable lips. After Larissa was done looking him over she decided, he had it going on. "Me can get yuh membaship card?" "Oh, yes of course." She retrieved her card from her wallet and handed it over to him. Donovan took a quick look at each of her movies. "Me see all a de movies 'ere 'ave 'R' rating. Let me see yuh ID?" "You're kidding, right?" "Me serious." While Larissa retrieved her ID from her wallet, Donovan gazed at her with interest on his face. When Larissa looked up he pretended he was looking at something on his computer. He had a serious look on his face. "Here you are," Larissa said, handing over her ID. She was a bit annoyed. Donovan took her driver's license, looked it over and then said, "Larissa Browne. T'irty. Yuh young but me can mek an exception." The doorbell chimed. Larissa and Donovan looked in the direction of the sound. "Welcome to Video Mania," Donovan said. The woman entering smiled. Donovan gave Larissa's driver's license back to her. Then he scanned her membership card and her movies. "That was very clever, young man." Larissa said, stressing the word "young." "But me mature in oddah areas." "Is it in your job description to use such language with customers? I'm sure your boss wouldn't be very happy to know about this." "Me sorry," he said. "Me neva mean fi upset yuh. Dere is a credit on de account. So me nuh charge yuh fi de movies. Yuh credit cover dem." He handed her video rentals over to her. It was the store's policy that if you returned your video rentals the next day, your account would receive a credit toward future purchases. Larissa had racked up plenty of credit from renting movies and returning them the next day. But that had been done several months ago, before she became swamped with work that kept her late at the office. And much too tired to do anything after leaving the office, but head home, and fall fast asleep. "How old are you, anyway?" Larissa wanted to know. "Twenty-one," Donovan replied. "Wow! It must be nice to finally be able to interact with the adults. Have a nice day!" *** A few days later, Larissa returned her movies. It was after six o'clock when she pulled into the parking lot. While parking her car she noticed Donovan standing at the bus stop. After returning the rentals she pulled up to where he stood, put on her hazardous lights, pressed the window control and the window on the passenger's side rolled down. She leaned across the passenger's seat to speak to him. Donovan recognized her. He stopped listening to his music and removed his ear plugs. "No car," she said. "What a shame! The weather man did say it was going to be pretty hot today. Try not to pass out." She smiled. "Me different from you. Me can 'andle de 'eat. Me bet yuh nuh sweat in a while." Larissa stopped smiling. Two girls approached Donovan. "Excuse me. Do you have the time?" one of the girls asked him. He glanced at his watch. "Six t'irty," he said. "Thank you cutie," the other girl said. The two girls walked away giggling. Larissa rolled her eyes at the two girls. Turning her attention back to Donovan she said, "I can give you a lift." "Me good, mon. Me nuh want to inconvient yuh. Den again, me nuh want nuh ride from nuh stranga." "Oh! I didn't know I was still a stranger. Not after you got to know my name and age, very well, the other day." Larissa pressed the window control. The window on the passenger's side went up. She turned off her hazardous lights. When Donovan saw this he walked over and tapped on the window. He was sweating profusely. Larissa partially lowered the passenger's window. "Yuh know what? Me t'ink me will tek yuh up on de ride." "Too late. The offer has expired. So you stay cool, now, you hear? I know I will." Larissa raised the passenger's window and she drove away. She didn't notice the rusty nail in the street. She drove over it. "What the hell was that?" she yelled, and then she pulled over to the curb and got out of the car to check her tires. The right front tire was going flat. She began to curse. "Me t'ink yuh ago sweat after all." Larissa was startled by the voice. She turned away from the flat tire and met Donovan's eyes. She said, "Can you change the tire for me? I have a spare in the trunk." Donovan looked away. "Me bus a come. Me will see yuh." He began to walk in the direction of the bus stop. "I'll give you a ride," she said. He stopped walking away and turned back to her. "When yuh say dat. 'Ow can me say no?" "You are too many things." "Yeah mon!" After Donovan changed the tire Larissa drove him home. While driving, she said, "So how is it that an intelligent person like you ends up working at Video Mania?" "'Ow yuh know say mi smart?" "I don't. I just thought I would give you the benefit of the doubt." Donovan burst out laughing. Larissa joined him. When their laughter subsided, Donovan said, "Fi real. Me jus' graduate from college, an' me can't find a job wid me degree whey me 'ave. Dem tell me say, me nuh 'ave any work experience. So when me know what me ago do, me will leave dere." Touching his hand, Larissa said, "Don't worry you'll find your way." "Dats what me parents did a tell me." "You live with your parents?" "Yeah mon. But me can't tek it." Their conversation continued several minutes longer before Larissa stopped in front of his house. Once they arrived she pulled her hand away. "T'ank yuh fi de ride." "The pleasure was all mine." Donovan reached in his pocket and took out his keys. "Me can call yuh sometime?" "Call me?" "Yeah mon!" Larissa took a moment to think. He was too young for her. He lived at home with his parents. He didn't have a car; and how could she ever get pass the criticism from her best friend, Tiffany? She took a deep breath and said to him, "My number is..." *** It was late in the evening the following day as Larissa sat behind the desk in her study and reviewed some contracts. She was distracted when she heard the phone ring that sat near her paperwork. "Hello." "Good night. Me want to talk wid Larissa?" "Hi Donovan. What's going on?" "Nuttin. Yuh t'ink we could link up?" "Well, I'm busy right now." "Me mek it wort' yuh time." "Don't make promises you can't keep." "Me mek promises an' me always keep dem." Larissa became aroused. "I'll come and pick you up," she said. "And bring you back to my place." "Dat good. Yuh nuh haffi pick me up. Me a big mon. Mi can find de yard by me self. Gimme de address." An hour later, Donovan appeared at her doorstep. When she opened the door he held a bouquet of roses. Larissa smiled. He handed the flowers to her. She smelled the flowers and said, "Thank you. Come in." When he entered the house he stood in the living room looking around. He saw a red plush carpet, a large flat screen television, a futon, Buddha statues, a bookshelf, a bar and a square shaped coffee table. "Make yourself at home," Larissa said. "I'm going to put these in water. I'll be right back." While looking around, Donovan noticed a book on Larissa's bookshelf. In bold letters it read: SEX POSITIONS. So he walked to the bookcase and removed the book. There were neon green post-its sticking to some of the pages. Donovan only had time to look at a few marked pages before he heard footsteps approaching. He returned the book and quickly took a seat on the couch. Seconds later Larissa returned. "Sorry to keep you waiting." "Nuh problem. Yuh yard look good." "I'm happy you like my place. Do you drink?" "Yeah mon!" "What's your poison?" "Scotch if yuh 'ave it." Larissa's phone rang. She didn't bother to answer it. Instead, she walked over to the bar and began to make his drink. Donovan couldn't help but notice how scrumptious her breasts looked in her tube top with the imprint of her nipples peeking through or how her plump @ss stuck out in her hot pants just begging to be loved. He adjusted himself. Larissa brought his drink to him and set hers on the coffee table. Standing with the coffee table between them Larissa asked, "Would you like to watch a movie?" "Only if yuh a star inna it." "Very funny." "Me nuh joke." He took a sip of his drink. "Maybe I will be the star in your movie. But only if you're my co-star." "Yeah mon!" he said. "Come closa. So me can see whey me a wo'k wid." As soon as Larissa was next to him he set his drink on the coffee table and stood up. Larissa's breasts heaved. Standing in between the couch and coffee table, Donovan grabbed Larissa and with one hand pulled her hair back. He then kissed her fervently. After a few minutes passed, Donovan released his grip on her hair and unlocked his tongue from hers, slightly pushing her away from him. He pulled down her tube top and caressed her breasts with his lips. He bit her nipples with his teeth just hard enough to get a reaction from her. She gasped and held on to his shirt. When he was done punishing her nipples with his teeth he offered them pleasure from his tongue. Her body ached with longing. She quickly began to remove his clothes. She completely undressed him and was mesmerized by his naked body. He had a firm and hairless chest with broad shoulders. His arms and legs were well defined. And when she looked at his d**k her eyes dilated and her mouth opened. He had the biggest cock she had ever seen. What have I gotten myself into, she thought. Donovan removed her hot pants. She wore no panties. Looking at her shaved p***y, he moved his thumb in a circular motion against her clit over and over again. Larissa couldn't keep from whimpering. Within seconds her passion rewarded him with wetness. He had her sit on the edge of the couch and lean back. He got on his knees and placed her legs on his shoulders. "Me ago mek yuh feel real nice," he said, prolonging the word "real." Then he submerged his d**k within her center. A loud moan escaped Larissa's mouth and her body jerked back. Donovan pulled her lower body back to the edge of the couch and he clasped his arms around her legs holding them captive. "Yuh a big gyal," he said. "Yuh can deal wid it." His words made Larissa's p***y steamy hot. He gave her slow and hard thrusts. Each one was delivered a bit harder than the last one. Larissa panted and called out his name. As his confidence engulfed her he stared at her with lust and determination. Larissa focused on his face. His young face, a boyish looking one, led her to believe she was being fu**ed by a kid. The thought sent a wave of panic through her. But at the same time his dick caused her p***y to erupt with love juice. He removed her legs from his shoulders. She lay spent and smiling. "That was great," she said. "Me jus' a start," he replied. His knees were hurting from being on the carpet too long. So he got up, stretched his legs and started to remove their drinks from the coffee table. He set the drinks on the floor by the side of the couch. He told her to straddle the table as if she was riding a horse and to lay forward on the table with her sweet @ss hanging off the edge. Lying across the coffee table Larissa recalled the position she was in as being the same one she had marked in her book called Sex positions. Donovan bent down and licked the side of her face. It surprised her. No man had ever done that before but she liked it. After licking her face, he walked behind her and squatted down just low enough to enter her paradise. He held on to her shoulders to keep his balance. Larissa was elated as her fantasy was being played out. Donovan began to f**k her in the doggie style position. He worked her with speed and vigor. Larissa propped her arms up on the coffee table and began to glide her womanhood back and forth on his pool stick. The sound of her ass slapping against him could be heard. Then she began to slowly move her waist in a circular motion. Donovan groaned and removed his hands from her shoulders. He rested his hands at her waist. After a few minutes passed, he took both her arms and put them behind her back. His d**k pounded her punany so good that tears stained her cheeks and she started to take in short and quick breaths. "I can't breathe," she managed to say through her pleasure. Donovan removed himself from inside the sweetness of her candy land. He walked over to the side of the couch and gave her the Mojito she had made for herself. She drank it all. "Yuh a go live?" "Yes," she said smiling, after catching her breath. "Good. 'Cause me nuh done wid yuh yet." Larissa giggled and once again assumed the position on top of the coffee table. "Me done wid de position," he said. "Me 'ave oddah one in mind, dat me know yuh like." He grinned. *** Two days later, Larissa met her best friend, Tiffany after work. They took a stroll in Central Park. "I called you the other day," Tiffany said. "But I didn't get an answer. What have you been up to?" "Oh, nothing." "It must be something 'cause you are glowing." "I am not," Larissa said, blushing. "What's going on?" Tiffany asked. "Nothing." "Don't make me hurt you." "All right. You don't have to be so hostile." "Let's sit down first," Tiffany said. "My feet are killing me." When they were seated on a bench, Larissa confessed, "I met someone." "Do tell." "Well, his name is Donovan, he's college educated, built like a football player-" "Yeah yeah yeah," Tiffany said. "So how's the sex?" "Let's just say he is the undisputed heavyweight champion in that department." "Listen to Little Miss Sex Pot." Waving her hand at Tiffany, Larissa said, "Shut up girl." "Sounds like someone is sprung if you ask me." Larissa just smiled. "What does he do for a living?" "That's not important," Larissa said. "Oh yes, the hell it is," Tiffany said. "Girl, don't tell me he doesn't have a job." "He works at Video Mania." "He's the manager, right?" "He's a sales associate." "Oh, hell no," Tiffany cried. A couple on a nearby bench stopped kissing and gave Tiffany a nasty look. She noticed them looking at her and said, "Whatever. Get a room." Then she asked Larissa, "How old is he?" "Old enough." Tiffany gave her a don't-make-me-kick-your-ass type of look. Larissa said, "He's twenty-one." "TWENTY-ONE," Tiffany yelled. "Lower your voice," Larissa replied. "What is the world coming to?" Tiffany asked. "My girl has robbed the cradle and run off with a Similac Baby. I'm gonna have to hide my little brotha from you." "You ain't right," Larissa said through her laughter. A moment later, the two of them sat in silence. Tiffany watched the joggers go by, picnics taking place, and children playing. But Larissa was lost in her own world. All she could think about was Tiffany's opinions which made her feel guilty for being with Donovan. *** The next day, Larissa found herself, letting Donovan take her body on another bumpy ride. He worked her until their eyes became a slave owned by sleep. And her last thought before dozing off, was Tiffany can go to hell because Donovan is the wickedest slam of all. Published on Literotica.com (May 2008) Published on JustusRoux.com (April 2008)

In my convertible, I drive down the boulevard, on a Tuesday afternoon, enjoying the warm and sunny weather. A man catches my attention. He is tall and handsome. And he is wearing a pair of white sneakers, denim shorts and a white sleeveless shirt that hugs his muscular physique. I am interested in him. So I pull up to the bus stop. "Hello, my name is Nina," I say. "Is there some place I can take you?" "Do you always pick up men who you don't know?" the man asks. "I only pick up men who I find to be irresistible," I reply. His smile reveals a perfect set of white teeth. "You haven't answered my question. Is there some place I can take you?" "I need to go to Danny's Auto Body Shop on 69th street to pick up my car." "I know where that is. It's not too far from here. Hop in. I'll take you." After he settles into the passenger's side, he says, "Thanks. By the way, my name is Patrick." As I drive him to where he needs to go, I can feel his eyes on me. So I glance at Patrick, and notice him staring at my legs. He licks his lips. My legs are long and shapely. And they look pretty good in a pair of spandex shorts which I'm wearing at the moment. "So Nina, tell me a little bit about yourself?" Pressing the brake for a red light, I ask, "What is it that you would like to know?" "Whatever, you think I should know." I formulate my thoughts before giving an answer, and then I say, "Well, I enjoy riding stick, deep penetration, rough sex, watching porn, and masturbating while being watched by my lover." His mouth falls open. Giggling, I hit the gas pedal. The light has changed to green. Once I'm done laughing, I tell Patrick to tell me a little bit about himself. Within a few seconds, he says, "I like to stamp packages, and leave my signature behind. So the proof of my delivery can always be confirmed." "That's cute." I say, sounding unimpressed. But little does he know how much his words have just aroused the hell out of me. A few minutes later, I am parked in front of the auto body shop. "Thanks again," Patrick says. Then he opens the door, and begins to step out of my car. I tell him to wait a minute. He pauses. Reaching over, and opening the glove compartment, I retrieve a pen and a piece of paper. Then I write down my number. "Give me a call, later" I say, as I offer the paper to him. "Now, why would I want to do that?" "It will benefit us both." With a big smile on his face, he takes the paper from me, and gets out of my car. Closing the door, he walks away. Patrick has left my hormones to rage, and I know when I get home I will have to change my panties. I have made a mess. ***** It is 8:45pm on a Friday night. I'm lying in my bed while reading a book. I am bored out my mind. My phone rings and when I say, "hello" it is Patrick. This is the first time I have heard from him in three days. I am pissed. "What did you say your name is? I ask, pretending not to know who he is. "How did we meet again?" "That's very funny," he says, not believing that I don't remember him. "I apologize for not contacting you sooner. I have been very busy. Please let me make it up to you by taking you out this evening. I'll pick you up at ten o'clock. What's your address?" "Excuse me," I say. "Don't you think you are getting ahead of yourself? I didn't agree on going out with you." "But I know you want to." I am quiet for a moment. "I was very busy before you called," I finally say, lying. "But I guess I can rearrange my plans." ***** One hour later, I am checking myself out in my full length mirror. I have on a short, red and backless halter dress, with red stilettos. My hair is free flowing, and my makeup is lightly done for a natural look. In the distance, I hear my door bell chime. So I leave my bedroom, and head to the front door. When I open it, Patrick takes my breath away. He looks very different from the man I had picked up at the bus stop. The casual look he wore at that time is replaced with a more refined one. He is wearing black dress pants, a short sleeve muscle shirt that is blue and slightly sheer, and a black pair of designer shoes. With a dirty mind, I stare at his muscular chest and arms. "Please come in," I say, closing the door behind him. "I just have to get my purse." I begin to walk away. Taking me by the arm, he pulls me toward him. While facing Patrick, he says, "not so quickly." Then he kisses me on the lips, followed by a hug. He presses his body, so closely, against mine that I can feel his excitement. But he is not the only one who is aroused. My body resembles the fourth of July. There are sparks everywhere. ***** We manage to make it out my house. We head to a lounge that is not too far from where I live. Once we arrive there, we head for the bar. I order an Orgasm. He orders a Screwdriver. Next, we take our drinks to a table that is in a secluded area of the lounge. The lights are very dim, and soft music plays in the background. "How deep does your river run?" Patrick inquires, as he samples his drink. "Very deep," I say. "And if you're not careful, you will drown." "I'm a great swimmer," he replies. "Let me show you my tongue stroke." Patrick goes underneath the tablecloth. "What are you doing? There are people around." "Well, I guess you're going to have to find some way not to draw attention to us." With that said, he puts his head underneath my dress. Discovering that I'm not wearing any panties, he says, "how convenient!" I smirk. Then I look around and notice that the few people who are scattered about are busy doing their own thing, not paying us any attention. Patrick begins to write the letters of the alphabet with his tongue against my clit. I hold on to the edge of the table for dear life while I swallow my moans, and fight my emotions in an effort to control myself. But by the time he makes it to the last letter, my body convulses, and I release my sweet love overflowing with affection for his tongue. ***** Within minutes, we arrive at my house. And as soon as I close the front door, Patrick grabs my hair from behind. Then he pushes me up against the closed door. In my ear, he says, "What happened at the lounge was only an appetizer. "My d**k is a chef. So it can't wait to serve you its main course." After that, Patrick turns me to face him. He kisses my lips hard and with urgency. Ripping my dress from my body, using just one of his hands, he starts caressing, sucking, and licking my welcoming breasts. We end up in the bedroom where I take off his clothes. After the last article of clothing is removed, he pulls me down to the floor. His missile is ready for take off. It enters my wet p***y from the back. He works me in the doggie style position skillfully. His thrusts are long slow deep fast hard. I moan, repeatedly, and I am in sweet agony. After many strokes delivered with precision, he pulls himself out of me. With my back, facing him, I get up from the floor, and begin to walk away. But I can barely walk straight. Patrick chuckles at this sight. "Do you need some help?" he asks, teasingly, as he stands to his feet. Not wanting to give Patrick the satisfaction of thinking, just because he has banged the hell out of me (which I loved every minute) and my knees are weak, as a result, doesn't mean I can't make his knees weak as well, and do so much more. So I walk back to Patrick with pep in my step. He is thrown off by the sudden change in my movement. Then I drop to my knees. Before he can utter a single word, I begin to blow his instrument. My mouth plays it fast and slow and slow and fast while I enclose one of my hands around his masculine power, sliding up and down. His erection is nice and hard. After a few minutes go by, I stop giving Patrick head service. I am not ready for him to come yet. Noticing how he is having trouble keeping his balance, I smirk. "Do you need some help?" I ask, teasingly. "I see you got jokes," he says. Making it to my feet, I push Patrick into the bed where he lands on his back. I jump on top of him, and smother his lips with a deep and passionate kiss. Then I bite, lick and dig my nails into his chest. A deep sigh escapes his lips. Thereafter, I sit on top of his happiness to see me. In the reverse cowgirl position, I move my waist round and round, back and forth. I do this repeatedly. Meanwhile, I look over my shoulder to get a glimpse at his face. His eyes are rolling back inside of his head, and his breathing is heavy. He is on the brick of busting a nut, and not much longer, he releases his excitement inside the walls of my flesh. Within seconds, Patrick falls asleep. And as I look at him, I know that our roles are over, and the script is finished. Then I glance at a picture sitting on the nightstand of the two of us, dressed in all white, on our special day. I smile before turning out the light. Published on Literotica.com (2008)

Knowledge is power! And with that said, I have listed the links to 7 websites that offer a newsletter. (Also, there is a load of other information on the websites that writers can take advantage of, as well.) I hope you will find them to be helpful. Until next time, wear words, as if, they were clothing. 1. Publicity Hound 2. Writer's Digest 3. Newbie Writers 4. Poets Market 5. Novel and Short story 6. Poets and Writers magazine 7. Once Written