A Day in the Life: Morning NC-17

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A Day in the Life: Morning

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dari

A Day in the Life: Afternoon NC-17

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A Day in the Life: Afternoon

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A Day in the Life: Bedtime NC-17

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 A Day in the Life: Bedtime

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Attention Readers!

A huge thank you to all my readers over the years for being so generous with their time, for reading my stories and their graciousness in responding to them.

After years of deliberation, and many of you badgering me, I've finally decided to publish my favorites stories. I'm equal parts nervous and excited!

In line with this decision, some stories you love will no longer will be available. Other stories, some of my personal favorites, will be moved from this blog to a new and improved one. Don't worry, I'll provide links to the new blog, as well as the leave this one intact for a few months.

Please be patient with me! As I move forward, I will keep you posted!

Love,
dari

New Story Alert: Home for the Summer

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Home for the Summer

Excerpt:

His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder, his tongue and teeth moving across the heated skin, and I moan. “You should have crawled into bed with me this morning. I’m through waiting,” Low and raspy and heavy with sex, his accent, usually lyrical, is a growl. Shivers cascade down my spine.

Read the full story at UnzippedKiss.blogspot.com or jump here.

On Writing...

I read. A lot. To say I've read 10,000 books would not be an exaggeration. As I read, I often come across points in the story where I thought a different scene should have been written or a certain paragraph should have been removed or rearranged. Which leads me to writing.

I write. I've kept a journal for most of my adult life. I've boxes of paper and ink that will probably make a really great bonfire one day. Back in college I'd taken a creative writing class, and I was enraptured. I wrote poetry (which I hate, for the most part), a script for a television movie (which was terrible and riddled with cliches) and short stories. I love writing.

Tying these two things together, a few years ago I heard a piece on NPR (National Public Radio) driving to work, talking about Harry Potter fanfiction. I had no idea what they were talking about, let alone that people were writing stories about Harry Potter. Gay stories! Slash, I found out it is called. I was horrified. But curious. Not so much about the gay aspect but that people were actually writing alternate scenes and story lines in the world of Harry Potter. And if they wrote for Harry Potter, were there other books being turning into fanfiction, as well?

Oh my fucking God.

I had no idea what can of worms I opened once I started looking! But that is another story. The point is, I began writing SERIOUSLY again. Yes, some fan fiction, which led to editing work. Original short stories, as well. And now, my play. Not the horrible screenplay I'd written in college, but another. One I'm very excited about; one I'd started a long time ago.

When I decided to actually start writing again I zoned in on the genre that I love to read but didn't think I could ever write - erotica. Nothing like getting your feet wet with a bit of sex, is there? Turns out, I'm pretty good at writing erotica, judging from comments I've received. I branched out into stories with actual plots, which gave me the confidence to write some original work, which has led me to my play. The play is NOT erotica, however. Know you were curious.

Which brings me around to posting a story I wrote a little while ago. I'm not going to explain why I wrote this story, but suffice it to say, there is a story behind it.

Now I'm offering it up to you.

Fuck. I'm nervous again.

What Princess Wants, Princess Gets NC-17

What Princess Wants, Princess Gets

Excerpt:

"Once upon a time there was a very satisfied, very content Princess. Content the way only chocolate and a man can provide, at the same time. Her Prince was currently in her bed, tied. Eyeing her appreciatively as she walked the room, wearing nothing but stockings and fuck me pumps. He couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him. When she was this satisfied and content, it usually meant that he wouldn't be."


The full story may be found here.

Here and Now

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Here and Now NC-17

Excerpt:

"The night was warm, but the breeze was cool coming off the lake, and the only light came from the moon as it cast a spotlight on the black water. The grassy beach was deserted, but tucked under a stand of trees, hidden in the shadows they lay on an old, worn blanket. She was on her back, naked save for the tiny denim shorts he was desperately trying to get into. His chest covered her, hard, smooth skin pressed against her soft full breasts, and he felt her heartbeat. He wanted to go slow, but his cock was ready to explode.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Her kisses tasted better than his mom’s lemon pie and his dad’s whisky. He needed to touch her, to bury his dick inside her. He rubbed the denim covering her pussy, and she lifted her hips, pressing hard against his palm. He punished himself for another long, agonizing minute until he unbuttoned her fly and slid his hand inside. His finger brushed against her swollen clit, and she whimpered in his mouth. He bit back a low growl and slowly slid a finger inside; she was so hot and wet, he almost came.  She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and frantically began pushing her shorts down her legs then reached for the snap of his jeans…

Will’s alarm wailed, and he awoke, stiff and breathing heavy.

Goddamn it, Dory."

The full story may be found here.

What Princess Wants, Princess Gets NC-17

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What Princess Wants, Princess Gets

Excerpt:

"Once upon a time there was a very satisfied, very content Princess. Content the way only chocolate and a man can provide, at the same time. Her Prince was currently in her bed, tied. Eyeing her appreciatively as she walked the room, wearing nothing but stockings and fuck me pumps. He couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him. When she was this satisfied and content, it usually meant that he wouldn't be."


The full story may be found here.

One by Two NC-17

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A/N: The idea for this story came from a conversation with a new friend. Her twin brothers are Marines stationed overseas. This is for Neal and Nolan with a million thank yous.

One by Two NC-17

Excerpt:

"They walk towards me, and while I know they would protect me with their lives, it doesn't mean I'm safe from them. My body is their playground, and they play like they work – hard. But then, their bodies are my mine to do with what I will, as well. Teasingly, I move my hands across my body, showing them where I want their hands and fingers and tongues, and they watch, hungrily. They are identical in every way, save one. One shows his moods with his mouth; a smug grin, a grimace, a hard line. With the other, it is his eyes, bright and clear when happy, dark and small when he is not. Now, as my hands tease my nipples and clit, green eyes turn the color of a storm-tossed sea - dark, dangerous, and a mouth lifts into a small, suggestive smirk. I bite my lip suggestively while my pulse races; I know they will mark me and make me scream."

The full story may be found here.