About me: so, I've always written, in some form, or other, but this the first time something I write makes it out of my hard drive.
So, I'm pleased I've found the guts to make something public (thank you, screen name!) but also super embarrassed...
About this "story": weeeeeell, it isn't REALLY a story. I got fed up with books either having no love/sex scene (hello, Breaking Dawn...seriously?! O.o) or going over the top, and making me cringe. I'm not a prude, but writing that is pointlessly titillating, as in, that is all it is trying to do, snaps me right out of the story.
So, I put myself up for a challenge: could I write a love scene that, didn't skim over all the "good bits" but not end up being a porn script?
I came up with this.
I wanted it to read like an excerpt, so I'll give you a quick background. She, Lilianne, is renting a room in Aleksey's house; a large, two floor Victorian home.
He's crazy about her, but has always been really reserved, so he never says anything, till she invites this guy over, and Aleks sees them flirting. He gets really angry, throws the guy out, and yells at her about having "random people" over at "his" house, and that she should show some respect. Poor Lilianne, not wanting him to see her cry, storms out of the room.
After Aleks calms down, and realises what he's done, he goes to find her.
Quick character physical description: she's short, with long, dark, straight hair.
He's taller than her, longish, bronze/light-brown hair. Add other features, and change these, as you wish. :)
I'd love to have some feedback.
I have NO idea if I'm any good at this. Again, I've NEVER let ANYONE read my stuff before.
So go ahead, tell me I'm awful, and give me a cookie. :D
(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT)
"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted.
"Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment.
"Does that mean that I'm in that category?"
My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.
"I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though."
***
Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams.
James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia.
It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.