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Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Not wanting to get back in her clothes, she made the decision to get into his bed, pulled up the thin blanket and then discarded the towel. She curled up on to her side, tears silently falling from her eyes. This was not supposed to be how this vacation turned out. She had high hopes when they landed of having a two week fling with some romantic hero, giving her virginity to him, and thne going back home, legal and a woman, never to see him again. Not loose her family and be stuck in this godforsakenplace that was infected with a sickness and as a result felsh craving zombies. She shuddered as she lost the battle against fatigue. She naturally moved into her normal sleeping position, the blanket coming to rest between her breasts, exposing the one to the cool air. She was fast asleep, unaware the exposure of her body, to Jack's watchful eyes.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

jack watched the small openings for windows. he then checked on Anne after a few hours of watching, he was beat from the running and it was getting dark fast but not so dark he couldn't make out her exposed breast, he could see her nipple and everything. his dick which was bigger then most men twitched in his shorts. he wanted to touch it, to feel the softness of it under his hand. he was barly winning against the temptition. he quickly looked away and went back on watch. his dick as hard as steel. it was 2 or three in the morning when jack went back to the bed room. he wanted to sleep. he saw anne there still sleeping, but with both breasts exposed now. he was carful not to disturb her as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her breasts. he quickly undressed down to his boxer shorts. his dick hard and in full view through the opening. he then layed down and looked at her as he slowly drifted to sleep. his dick was still hard when anne awoke.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

She woke with a start, unsure of where she was, and the weight that seemed to be on the bed beside her. She turned to see Jack, laying next to her, the soft glow from the moonlight illuminating his body, and his semi hard erection. Anne was breathless. He was handsome, and big. Not that she had much experience mind you, but he looked massive. She turned to face him, and was relieved he didn't wake. She bit at her lip, part of her wanted to touch him, but she didn't want to wake him. She'd never seen a man so near ot naked before, and he was glorious. She tentatively reached out and touched his chest, letting her hand drift to his abdomen, his skin was warm and solid beneath her fingertips. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes again, enjoying the slight contact of her hand on his body. She moved in a bit closer to his heat, as she slowly fell back asleep, her hand drifting lower as she drifted off.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Jack awoke early in the morning feeling Anne's hand wrapped around his shaft the light was beaming through the fortifications. jack gently shook Anne awake and said so care to explain this as he pointed as his shaft that was being held by Anne don't worry about it. you hungry? as he stood and stretched go have a shower ill get us some breakfast.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Anne blinked a couple of times before registering what Jack was meaning. She removed her hand and blushed a deep crimson. I'm soooo sorry!! She bit her lip and surried naked to the showe, knowing it wouldn't solve the privacy issue, but land alive she was embarassed! She washed quickly and emurged, flushed from the heat of the shower, rather than the compromising position she'd been in. She wraped the towel about her and tucked her feet under herself as she watched him make breakfast. So.... she started, twisting a piece of hair on her finger. What do we do now? She looked up at him, young and vulnerable.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

well we got plenty of food and water to last us, we are probably the only survivors, as your the first one i met since my searches a month ago. he thought out loud. i honestly don't know. he said as he served breakfast. what do you want to do? as he sat in just his boxers he hadn't bothered to change and began eating waiting for her reply. he looked at her, the towel was looking good on her but he kept imagining her breasts he saw last night too. he focused on breakfast, she was probably a virgin and wanted someone she loved to be her first. he scolded himself that he wanted her. she was just a kid.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Anne looked at him. You are the only one I've seen as well, I hate to have to venture out, but I am going to need something to wear aside from this towel. She looked down at her self, then back up to him. Did you work for the Resort?... and if I can ask... how old are you? I know we are stuck together, but I think I want to get to know something about you...it would make me feel more comfortable. She watched him careful as she chewed, hoping to see if there was deception in his answers.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

no i didn't work at that place... he said. he paused as he thought about the past and said i don't want to discuss my past won't do us any good but i am 29 years old if you want to know. he finshed his breakfeast and thought a moment on her need for cloths we don't have much in the way of clothing stores. most are for swim suits or stuff for tourests. he put his dishes away as he thought and began washing the dishes she was right she needed cloths he was thinking of any store nerby that he could get cloths for her. he was rembering a store but couldn't remember where it was exacliy and with the zombies it was simply to dangerouse just for cloths.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Oh, Anne blushed deeply. She hadn't meant to offend him, but given his response she must have done just that. She curled herself up tighter into her chair, chewing her lower lip. She could see if she could wash her clothes. The jeans would have to become cut offs, given the tears in the legs, but her shirt was still okay. If we can spare it, can I just wash my clothes then? and if you have some sicsors, I can fix my jeans. Then I will be okay. Her voice was soft and quiet, very much like the young girl she was. She sighed. This really was not how 18 was supposed to be. She looked about the compound he had. She wondered if he meant to keep her, it had felt that way when she'd woken next to him, but that had been a set of issues too. Groping her saviour in her sleep, awesome job trying to explain that one. Anne blinked back tears, as they pricked at her eyes.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

yea i think we can spare the water. ill get the sicsorrs jack said as he finshed washing the dishes. he then went to a small dressor and pulled out a pair of scicsorrs. he then handed it to her and said here you go. he looked at her all curled up in the chair hey you ok?
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Anne blinked a couple of times in rapid succession. She would not cry, damn it. This was no time for tears. She looked at Jack, his face burrly behind the unshead tears. She took a deep breath and made two solid cuts in each othe legs of her jeans, instantly transforming them into shorts. I'm okay, just a bit overwhellmed I guess. I didn't mean to pry, about your life, or anything. She said setting to work on furriously scrubbing the denim clean. My parents always said I was too curious, she choked. Thinking aobut her folks while she was emotional had not been a good idea. Silent tears fell in fat drops from her eyes, down her cheeks, as she focused intently on cleaning her clothes.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

jack felt sorry for her you didn't pry i just have done things in my past that i am not proud of such as knowing full well this would happen. i have had dreams abot this for about three to four months and i warned no one. he said sorrowfully he warped an arm around her as she cried its ok your safe here he gave her a hug. he kissed her head we will get though this...i promise
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

Anne slipped her arms about his waist as Jack pulled her in to his body. Tears flowed freely now as he held her, and told her everything was going to be okay. She tried to pull herself together, knowing that she needed to be strong, but also knowing she needed to be liked. She was always a people pleaser, even when she was little, and that habbit died hard. She blinked rapidly a couple of times and looked up at him, her arms still about his waist. Are you sure you're okay with me being here with you? She asked softly.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

of course its ok. it will take some adjusting but I'll be fine with it as long as you are jack said as he looked into her eyes and brushed her tears away with his thumb. he wanted her but he kept his restriant on as he slowly stroked her head
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

She nearly couldn't breath as she looked away, he was being so nice. Her head was swimming as she tried to calm herself down. The feel of his rough thumb against her cheek grounding her. She looked back at him, her lips slightly parted and moist. She stood letting his hand move with her. i am okay, I am happier to be with you than be with out you. She smiled, their faces inches appart.
Thread: Resort Island(christian7_41king&Chiffon)

i am glad to hear that. jack could barly think as he looked into her eyes. she was so cute, and suddenly it happened, he kissed her lightly on the lips. he blushed when he relized what he had done. sorry he said as he pulled away. his hands still on her face and shoulder.
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Some of you may know I'm a writer. Unfortunately, it isn't as easy of a task as people seem to think. Every waking moment is often used trying to finish this story, write a plot for that one, keep up with promo, remember to make an appearance online here. Very hard to keep track of it all! huh I got another contract last Monday from a different publishing company than I usually work for. Maybe, Baby , a military based romantic short, was accepted within two days of submission and is slated for release in October through Secret Cravings Publishing. Yay! Except ACK! Because now I have two books to promote in October. I also have Midnight Masquerade in Evernight Publishing's Midnight Seductions Anthology coming out that month. So what's on my plate right now? I'm currently working on a short for another publishing company. It's a lesbian shape shifter anthology entitled Beastly Babes. I'm almost done with that story, and hopefully it'll be accepted. No, it isn't really any easier to get in the door once you've had one book published. I've also got a full length novel I'm trying to get done, plus the sequel to Sail My Oceans that needs to be wrote. I'd love to RP with you ladies and gents more, but after a day of brainstorming and pounding plots out on the keyboard, I'm just dead in the water. I think I'd like to have one or two people who understand I may only reply once a week do a 'Wing It' style RP with me. I used to do those a lot on Gaia's threads, and loved it. Alright, sorry for ranting. Needed to get some stuff out of my system. I swear I'm going to put Blue Moon in the acknowledgements of one of my books one day. D. F. Krieger
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Some day I will learn how to work without throwing all kinds of pressure on myself. I believe I've almost bit off more than I can chew...Then again, that may just be fear of the unknown talking. I recently took an offer from a fellow author to become a reviewer on her website. Free books? Hell yeah, I'm sooo on that! Now I get to read books on a regular basis and can honestly claim I'm doing it for more than just pleasure. So I've lost some writing time there. No big deal, right? Right. But then I pulled a whopper. It was well intended and how could anybody say no? I mean, seriously. Talk about asking for an egg and being handed an entire chicken. Who wouldn't take the upgrade? See, here's what happened I heard through the grapevine that a certain publishing company not one that I have any submissions with was looking to hire proofreaders and editors. Eh, what the hell? I could use the extra money and I'm good at catching errors. I applied for a proofreader position. I received an e-mail back stating that after looking at my resume, they wanted me to take a test. Pending on how I scored on the test, they may be willing to discuss other options with me. Wow, neat. Maybe they want me to write for them? I took the test. May I point out now that it was so difficult, I almost panicked at all the red marks and comments I was making? The next morning I received an e-mail offering me a job as an editor. Wha? 0.o An EDITOR. Me? ...............---This is me in that dumb stupor phase. I was in a car at a stop light when I got the e-mail. When it set in what happened, I screamed in joy. The guy in the car next to me stared, rolled up his window, and pushed the lock down. My husband, meanwhile, pointed out one flaw with my plan. When are you going to have time for your own writing? insert crickets I thrive under pressure, I reassured him and myself after a lengthy silence. I'll do better now because I'll make use of my time in a productive fashion. Now to see if I can follow through on that... D. F. Krieger
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

A quick heads up to anyone who cares the hurricane will be hitting my home tomorrow. I don't know if I'll lose power and, if I do, how long it'll be down. If I haven't replied to your RP, bear with me. I didn't abandon you, I'm just trying to survive. You can find more info about it, plus a neat contest I created to win a copy of my book, Sail My Oceans, here. I do hope that anyone else who is in the path of this hurricane is playing it safe and makes it through unscathed. D. F. Krieger
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Hang in there! Having lived through one hurricane and run from a few others, I don't envy anyone in its path right now. Thankfully, though it will hit the coast of NC, the mountains should come out fine.
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Thank you Dare! Being an editor, I have found, is harder emotionally than I ever imagined. The two authors I've been working with are wonderful people, and I'm really pleased that though they've both had moments where they've doubted my advice, they've listened to my reasons and followed through. Later, both of them have looked back and said they are happy I suggested the things they balked at. Thank the gods! But it isn't them that makes this so hard. Its the rejections. I hate sending them out. It makes me feel like the meanest damn person in the world and my heart breaks for the authors. I want them to succeed. I know what it is like to have the dream of getting published burning within your soul. I know that most writers give up after so many rejections and it kills me inside to think I may have forever snuffed the flame of their writing passion. When I do reject, I've tried to make my letters as personal as I can. I tell them exactly what was wrong and encourage them to resubmit after they've fixed the errors. So far, none have. Its only been two weeks. I hope they pleasantly surprise me. As for my own writing, I've finally picked back up on the desire to write Wings of Obsidian. The emotion in it was turning me off. The heroine has suffered a lot and in conveying that to my readers, I've had to channel her pain, her fears, and her love. It can be wearing and I almost feared I wasn't doing a good enough job. Fortunately, I allowed a crit partner to read the first page of the chapter I'm having the most difficulty writing. When she e-mailed back, she said only six words - Damn you. You made me cry! SCORE! On a side note a dear friend of mine created a website a couple of months ago and he seems to be updating it regularly. I thought I would share it with you all. It is a compilation of various calls for submissions from lots of publishing companies. We're talking honest to goodness, paying and established publishing companies. Anthologies are a wonderful way to get your foot in the door if you want to be published and I highly HIGHLY recommend submitting to some. As always, if any of you need advice on writingsubmittingediting please feel free to pm me. I don't have time to edit entire pieces, but I can give pointers or edit a couple of paragraphs to give you a feel for writing. D. F. Krieger
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

How do you forgive some one who has broken every promise they ever made to you? How do you move past the pain and sorrow of knowing that they gave themselves more completely in one month to someone they barely knew than they ever did to their spouse of two years? When they look you in the eyes and beg for more time to prove they won't do it againare sorryto make it right, how can you live through the next second, the next minute, the next hour, day, week, month. The betrayal haunts my every waking moment. Since my last post I've had to undergo emergency surgery. I've also been to the ER for hemorrhaging and passing tissue masses that were sent off for biopsy. They've come back negative for cancer, but I'm on a rigorous schedule of weekly blood tests still and strict orders to return to the ER should a multitude of things begin to happen. I have no desire to write anymore. He tried to blame my writing for his transgressions at the beginning. Now I feel like, if I write, I lose my husband. Why does it matter so much? Even after everything he's done, some stupid part of me loves him. Panics at the idea of losing him. All I ever wanted was for my husband to be honest and faithful. Why is that so extreme in this era and society? All I ever wanted was some one who loved me so much they were incapable of breaking their vows. A pipe dream, apparently. A story of mine is being released on Friday, yet I couldn't care less. Another is due to come out on the 29. All I can do is cry. Maybe Baby was suppose to be special. A dedication to him. To my love for him despite the physical distance often between us. While I was busting my ass writing the book in secret as a surprise for him, while I was getting his name tattooed across my heart in beautiful purple script as a dedication to him something he'd asked for on more than one occasion, he was talking trash about me and seducing another woman. When he came home and saw the things I'd done for him, it didn't stop him one bit. Every night, as I lay in my bed alone because once again his ship has pulled out to sea, I cry and beg any gods who are willing to listen. I pray for one thing, without fail. Please, whoever is out there. Please, let me die in my sleep. It's not inconceivable. I have a heart condition. It has killed everyone else in my family, including my aunt at the age of 30. I'm 27, not too far off. Please, just let me die.
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

It has been a long time since I posted on here. Normally I don't post my new releases here. I'm not sure many of you even care, but this release that's coming out on Monday is special. I let my husband cheating on me and my time in the psych ward shape a new book that hopefully will help some one. To Honor is a very special book that I can't even read without crying, and I wrote the darn thing! Blurb Everyone has their breaking point and Evelyn has finally reached hers. In an attempt to escape her life, and the events that broke her heart and killed her dreams, she tries to commit suicide. Now, at RR Resort, she must find the strength to love and trust again. But can she trust the person who betrayed her the most? Derek made the wrong decision, one that damn near cost him everything he ever loved. When his wife attempts suicide, his superior officer recommends a military only health facility called RR Resort. His wife is alive, but can he heal the wounds that are tearing their marriage apart?
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Today marks another release day for me. As of now, I have nine books out and more schedule. Two for next month, four already schedule for next year. I have to say, I'm super stoked because I finally got offered that big dream. Yeah...Print. That's right, my stuff is going to be on book store shelves and I have to admit, I'm kinda scared. You see, I'm writing a paranormal series with a mystery feel too it. The books will start coming out in e-book format in January and then every two months after. The print versions will start releasing next July. I've written the first book, and I'm working on the second. I think I choked recently, because my writing has become sporadic again. I'd like to blame it all on work. My job at Breathless Press and Lycaon Press has intensified beyond my expectations. I climbed the ranks quicker than I thought possible and while I'm happy I'm working, I'm also a little overwhelmed with the amount of work saddled on my shoulders. I've actually scheduled a vacation from work for two weeks starting in January because I'm starting to suffer burn out. I have 19 manuscripts I'm currently editing, each of them with different authors who need help in different ways. I'm quite blessed in the fact none of my authors are the snide diva kind. Each of them are really sweet individuals who do their best and apply my suggestions without fighting me. That's great and all but it kills my writing time. When I finally get free time, the last thing I want to do is STILL sit at a computer working on Microsoft Word to help a story flow. I want video games, or an outing to the zoo. To help keep myself from turning into a chunky chic, I bought a gym membership. Thus far I'm hitting the gym about 4 times a week, alternating between hardcore fitness training and swimming. It burns oh so good. I wonder if anyone would look at me funny if I played my PSP while on the treadmill? Hmmmm
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

hugs and loves Congrats. This is so exciting! I'm so thrilled for you it's insane! I admire you in so many ways.......... and this reminds me that I need to k.i.t more too.
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

Hey D. A.! I've been missing hearing from you. Shame on you for teasing me with that last e-mail and then putting me through a dry spell. I'm sure everything I've achieved, you can too. Just need to reach for it. It takes a little time getting there, but it's totally worth it! 3
Thread: What WriteMood is Writing

nodnod I've been going through creative spurts and dry spells with it. But it's moving along. It's why I 3 you because you help me and are patient with me all rolled in one. And you encourage me like no other. I'm gonna keep reaching and reaching..... 333 I will get there. And all thanks to you.