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Her Punishment


It’s only been a few days since Vicky Morrison became billionaire Mordecai Falconi’s companion, and already she seems to have found her rhythm. She’s dressed and ready to take on the day, only to realize that Mordecai is no where to be found upon entering his office building. In fact, he isn’t his usual self at all. 

When Vicky realizes she’s done something worthy punishment, she doesn’t resist. She lets him take what he wants and endures it without protest. The girl at the desk, Jessica, gives Vicky her sympathy. Will Vicky make friends at her new “job,” or will Mordecai take them away from her, too? 

WARNING: Intended for an 18+ audience. Depictions of explicit sexual activity within.

His Companion

Part Two of the Vicky & Mordecai series is finally here! 

Vicky Morrison arrives at her new apartment, one fully furnished and provided to her by Mordecai Falconi himself. With her mind still reeling over the days’ events (and the hours she spent under Mordecai’s body), she still doesn’t quite grasp the position she’s put herself in. While she’s Mordecai’s assistant on paper, she’s nothing more than a well-paid escort, right?

Does it really matter? Mordecai gave her the chance at a whole new life, one where she doesn’t have to worry about debt or where her next meal is coming from. But what’s with everyone giving her those pitying looks? And telling her it’s okay to leave a position she literally just started? Just as she starts to wonder whether she’s really cut out to be Mordecai’s companion, she finds herself giving in to him all over again.

Is this really what she wants?

ADULT CONTENT within. Intended for an 18+ audience. Explicit sexual situations and occasional harsh language. 


I am 81 words away from 10,000 on my Vicky & Mordecai piece. 

I’m still in the middle of writing the actual sex scene. Mordecai is as much of a control freak as Savin when it comes to his partners — maybe even worse. Savin just likes to hear the begging. Mordecai wants complete and utter control. He won’t let  Vicky come until he says she can, etc, and no amount of begging will convince him to change his mind on that.

Except he is apparently into squirting so maybe he’ll let her come soon. I don’t know. Also, I forgot what it was like to completely “discovery write,” a piece longer than 5k. Like with most of the erotica I’ve been publishing, I’ve been borrowing a friend’s characters and disguising them a bit (or writing my own characters and disguising them), for the purpose of having already built characters to work with. Mordecai and Vicky? Entirely new people to me. I don’t know them all that well yet. I had an idea of what kind of direction I wanted to take their story in, but their personalities and their quirks and whatnot are all filling in as I write it.

Guys, this is why I write. I forgot what this felt like. I’m enjoying this piece and plowing through so much of it because I am just letting them guide me and take me places. When i’m not writing, I’m generally doing housework and the like, but I’ve also been watching the Brandon Sanderson Lectures over on youtube. They can also be found here, but I prefer the smaller chunks the youtube videos provide. They’re easier to swallow and watch, especially when chasing around a pre-schooler all day. 😉 

I’ve written over 2500 words again, today. It’s glorious. I think I’m going to try and finish up the sex scene/maybe the whole piece (I foresee another chunk or three of these two to write, in my future) and go to bed. Maybe. We’ll see what happens.

And a snippet, of course… 

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I’m Not Dead!

The past few days have been huge emotional roller coaster type ones, so I haven’t been writing much. Having my ex come home, dealing with my child’s school (!!!), and then couple’s therapy and realizing the goal we both agreed on might not work out best for me in the long run…. It’s a lot. I keep trying to push through one day at a time but I don’t know how well that’s working. 

I did, however, write about 1500 words today. I didn’t meet my goal of getting a book out this week, but I have most of one written. I may finish it tomorrow and save to publish it until Monday; I’m not sure yet. I do want to write the next chapter or two of my novel, too. 

Without further ado, some of what I’ve written today:


He made to turn on his heel, but Carla grabbed his arm, holding him in place. She then moved in close, her new form a couple of inches shorter than her old one. Her lips brushed against his own, soft and even warm for a moment. “I don’t think you actually want me to get dressed,” she breathed as she pulled away. “Tell me, Alex. Just how…’functional’ am I, now?”

“Fully,” was his quick response. He wished the heat in his face would die away, but he ignored that as best he could as he watched Carla’s every move.

She turned her back to him, pulling the sheet aside as she bowed her head. “So — that part should work as a normal woman’s, right?”

“In theory,” Alex muttered, tearing his eyes away from her. Instead, he focused his attention back on his desk, shuffling already organized paperwork around. “I didn’t have any real way to test it.”

He felt hands on his shoulders as Carla pressed against him, one of her hands trailing down her front and picking at the buttons of his shirt. He could feel her artificial breath against his neck. “Would you like to test it now?” She turned him around, pushing him up against his desk as her hands roamed over his clothed chest. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Alex, even when I was in that other body.”

Alex’s his breath caught in his throat at her words, a familiar warmth filling him as he noticed Carla still wore only the sheet that had originally covered her body. Those green eyes of hers flashed, her smile almost predatory as she slipped between his legs, her hands ghosting along his thighs. “I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carla,” he managed, wishing his pants didn’t suddenly feel so tight.

Carla laughed, her smile widening as she unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re an awful liar,” she teased. One hand rubbed against his crotch, eliciting a small moan from Alex. “You built me this body so we could have sex, right? A lonely man like yourself — why else would you make sure I looked and felt so lifelike?”

Alex’s cheeks burned as he nodded his head. He reached out, hesitantly placing his hands on Carla’s hips. “Does that — does that bother you?” he asked.

Carla just moved closer to him, the thin sheet slipping lower on her body and barely covering her chest as she did so. She pushed his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing Alex’s bare chest. “As long as I have the right to tell you no, I have no issue you with you wanting me, Alex,” she answered, kissing along the edge of his neck.

Her hands were on the buckle to his belt. She undid it swiftly before sinking to her knees, kneeling before him. As she pulled him free from his pants, Alex found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Green eyes glowed, a playful smile on Carla’s lips before she teased her tongue along the edge of his swollen head.

He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles quickly turning white as he tossed his head back and groaned. It had been so long since anyone or anything had touched him in this way. Alex fought the urge to bury his fingers in Carla’s thick, synthetic hair, and instead whispered, “You can say what — whatever you want, Carla.”

Progress Report & Snippet

So I wrote over 3300 words today. Of a fanfic instead of my canon for the trilogy. Oops? The fanfic is voice-practice, though. I say this, even though I’ve written a 33k fanfic in this particular character’s voice, before. Except now I think I have a better handle on it than I had before. It always sounded like him, and was always in-character, but now I’m doing some character-bending.

Said character is canonly-gay, but I’m writing a(n eventually) smut fic about him and the cast’s main female character. Who eventually ends up with someone else in the canon, anyway. But the idea amuses me so much. It really does. I ship it, sure, but it’s such a guilty pleasure ship for me. xD I’m having fun, but I didn’t expect it to be so loooong omg. 

A snippet:


“Judgin’ by the way you kissed me earlier, you swing that way at least a little, Princess,” Calla teases back, moving closer to me. Even smiles at me, causing my heart to flutter a bit in my chest. 

“Thought you were dead,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. Pout a little, keeping my eyes off her chest. “That’s different.” 

“Really, Princess?” she croons, letting the sheet fall a little lower on her chest. “You look like you’re havin’ a hard time not looking, to me.”

“N-Not fucking looking at anything,” I deny. Already seen her naked, anyway. Had to, in order to make sure her body was just right. So what if I fantasized about fucking her a few times? Never been with a girl before. Still pretty sure I’m into dudes, not chicks. But Calla… Calla’s different. Calla’s got spunk, a fire in her I’ve never really seen in anyone else before. Love it about her. Draws me to her.

“Suuuure you’re not, Devin,” she drawls, poking me in the chest. Want to tell her not to touch me, but I can’t even move away from her. Not even when she presses herself against me, her free hand on my shoulder as she leans up to whisper in my ear. “You like me, don’t you, Princess?” 

Don’t have the brain to congratulate myself on a job well-done, as I can feel breath against my neck. Close my eyes instead and try not to shiver at the heat of it. Shouldn’t be getting turned on right now. Calla’s not a dude. “Don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” I mutter, my eyes drifting to her chest. 

“Seriously, Princess?” she says, smirking at me. Her fingers are on my neck. Should fucking brush them away, but I can’t. Don’t want to. “You can’t be that dense.”

Hand lands on my shoulder. Green eyes stare into mine, a faint glow behind them that doesn’t look human at all. Eyes that are soft, understanding. “Test drive me,” she says after a moment, her face unmoving. “If you don’t like me, test drive me. It’d just be more meaningless sex to you, anyway.”

“I’m — I’m not gonna fucking do that,” I snap, moving away from her. “One, never been with a chick before. Two, respect you too much to use you that way.” 

Calla grins, sashaying away from me. Gathers up clothes I had stashed in the corner for her and starts to get dressed. “Sounds like you’ve got a crush to me,” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder. Turns her back to me the rest of the way, letting the sheet fall away from her body. Jaw drops to the floor as my eyes run up the length of her legs to the curve of her ass.

She’s a girl, I tell myself. A fucking amazing girl who also happens to be a robot. A robot that could fuck, if she wanted to. If I wanted to. Put a hand to my chest in an effort to stop my heart from leaving it.

“Fine,” I croak, clearing my throat. “L-Let me — let me test drive you.

Can’t believe I even fucking said that. Calla stops, hands smoothing out her shirt as she turns around, still not wearing anything but a thin pair of panties over her hips. Mouth’s pressed into a thin line, eyes studying me, judging me like I went and said the wrong thing. Do it often enough, you know what the expression looks like. Clear my throat again and keep talking, mouth running even though my brain keeps telling it to shut the fuck up. “Th-That way, we can make sure everything fucking works — and I can fix it before you and Brendan –”

“You’re serious?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. Doesn’t move for a moment before that smirk comes back and she leans against the table, hands spread behind her as she props herself out. “Do you even know what to do with a woman, Princess?”

Close my mouth and frown, crossing my arms tighter over my chest. Don’t know the first thing about being with a woman, but I’m not about to tell her that. 

Why am I even considering it, anyway?