Hi Autumn, thank you for having me be your guest blog. I’m Ray Sostre, an erotic romance writer of both m/f, f/f, and ménage; mostly f/f/m, and I’m also the founder of a story submission site called AfterDark Online. Today I’m blogging about this book, which is my first lesbian erotic romance called “Her Angela & Protection: In The Beginning.”
When I first wrote the story, it was written in June 2012 for an anthology series I was hoping for a different publisher; however, it fell through, so I went with another publisher – No Boundaries Press, and then I decided to make it a series after a couple of months debating. When I wrote the story, it only took me two days to complete it, since it was for an anthology call to another publisher. The story was short and sweet; I was amazed at the accomplishments to the story, and I truly enjoyed writing about two opposite characters – Angela & Vivienne.
One of the toughest aspects upon writing the story was that I’m a male author who can’t think like a woman, but I didn’t want to be perceived as a male author who wrote about how two women meet and decide to hook up for the night, which I know very well the law doesn’t work that way. I wanted to write some comedy in the mix, dramatic scenes, and of course sex that’s somewhat realistic. But one character I enjoyed writing about was Angela Critelli.
When I created the character Angela Critelli, I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I knew that I wanted to create a character who was a woman, not a man-hater, but at the same time accepting her sexuality. She was dating a few men in her time, but never found them to be her type. She’d always been attracted to women, but she had a hard time accepting her attraction. And when I wrote the story, I wanted to create an odd couple living together. Vivienne getting kicked out of her home from her husband, while Angela lets her live with her. The attraction didn’t happened until their night out in the nightclub.
How I wanted to design the characters were the resemblance of a TV Show, respectively, Risolli & Isles. The only thing, I didn’t want to create a cop series, I wanted to create an erotic romance scene. The first book In The Beginning is mainly about how the two ended up being together in the relationship, but I now want to extend it to how the two ended up being happy, which is why I want to create a series. There is so much more to learn; so much more to explore between the characters Angela and Vivienne.
One of my favorite scenes that I wrote in the story was the masturbation scene. Angela, at first, didn’t want to admit her feelings for Vivienne, but it was almost hard for her to control her sexual desires for Vivienne. The best part of the story was when Angela was masturbating in her bedroom, she never expected Vivienne to barge in on her, especially when Angela climaxed. The thought popped into my head of what if I created a comical scene like that. There were, of course, some scenes I truly enjoyed, but I’ll need to expand the story more to help readers understand the characters.
If there was one thing readers didn’t know about the story, I had originally wrote it to 12k words, but dropped it to 10k, because of the requirements to the anthology call at the time. Had I known more where this story would go, I’d expanded it, but that’s why I want to create a series; I enjoyed writing about these two characters. And here’s the spoiler alert – they will end up being happy together, but how?
Come check out my favorite scene that I wrote below, because this is what made me want to finish the story.
When Angela Critelli lets Vivienne Perkins move in to her place, she’d never expect the woman of her dreams. Vivienne’s a wonderful cook and home-maker, a perfect companion, and her best friend since high school; the only problem is her sexuality. Angela knew Vivienne was married to an ungrateful husband that never appreciated her, but she also discovered something questionable about her sexuality. Vivienne’s affection may be leading her on, but does she want to be with her?
Angela remained still on her bed as the sun beamed through the blinds of her bedroom, holding her thoughts close.
What’s wrong with me? My best friend. Vivienne. I want Vivienne. She let that sink in. She’s a good cook, she’s organized, and she’s single. Not to mention I’ve seen her naked, and dear God… what a body! She gives a great foot massage. She turns me on without even trying.
Angela was familiar with the deep ache that gathered in her core. She crossed her legs, which didn’t help. She felt weird at the thought of masturbating over Vivienne. Then again, when her hand grazed over her nipples, and she remembered Viv’s slick hands… she couldn’t help it. Imagining it was her best friend in the whole wide world, her hand brushed over her tummy and then farther down to her center.
Don’t do it, Angie… don’t — Oh fuck, that feels good! I only wish it was Vivi touching me this way, just like that. I could imagine her parting my legs as I feel her — Ah!
Angela was already rubbing herself. Her fingers encircled her nub, giving it a pinch and building her need. She closed her eyes and imagined Vivienne’s hands – soft… firm… slick… She pinched both of her nipples, imagining Viv’s manicured nails. She licked her lips, quietly moaning. Angela thrust her fingers deep inside her folds; she was ready for some satisfaction.
Then, she exchanged hands, placing one hand in her mouth tasting herself, while touching with the other. Mmm… I wish I was tasting Vivienne right now. My hands spreading apart her legs, my mouth tasting her juices… Mmm!
Angela continued to rub herself. Her moans grew, and her breath quickened as she squirmed in pleasure. She kept her eyes closed, while her head rolled back and forth. She reminded herself not to moan too loud, but she couldn’t help it with strong need rising inside her. She rubbed herself furiously as her fingers drew forth her hot juices. Angie clenched her breasts with her other hand, and her moans grew louder until her hips bucked as she climaxed.
Just as Angela’s body writhed into orgasm, there was a knock on the door. Oh fuck! No! Not now Vivienne!
“Angela?” she continued to knock.
Angela couldn’t control her orgasm. She had no choice but to let it out, just as Vivienne entered the bedroom, gasping at her.
“Oh, my gosh!”
Angela jumped in mid-orgasm, “Oh fuck Viv! Not now!” as she lost the moment.
Vivienne quickly slammed the door shut, but it was too late. She’d lost her moment, and Vivienne had seen her masturbating. How could she face Vivienne now? Now she wondered if Vivienne would look at her differently because she walked in on her – masturbating. She could stay in bed all day, since it was a Saturday, but she’d have to face Vivienne one way or another. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her.
“Angela?” Vivienne called from the other side of the door.
“Yes?” She replied, this time her tone was calm, with a touch of insecurity.
“I was thinking of making pancakes. Are you hungry?”