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Akari’s best friend, Greta, has been kidnapped. At least that’s what Greta’s father believes. Akari quickly finds herself in danger, while her newest lover, Maureen, has to sit by helplessly. Will they find Greta in time? Will Akari and Maureen’s budding relationship survive the mayhem?
And so begins a new series by young, female author Freya Gersemi. So far, not a single copy has been sold at Zbookstore. Granted, it has only been a few days, but still. Will you be the first? Will you be the one to put a smile on Freya's sweet face?
Oh, did I mention that it is under $2.00? And that it is the start of a new series?
The Case of the Kidnapped Friend
Posted by her agent ahorsewithnoname
Have you ever read a sexy story and wished that those amazing experiences were happening to you?
Have you ever read ANY story and wished that you could be a part of it?
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You can feel the scorching heat of my insides surrounding you. Wet and hot and heavenly soft.
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As you feel my arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, you hear me ask, “Do you want to keep fucking me? Do you want to plow me until I’m just an exhausted sex-drunk ragdoll lying underneath you begging for you to stop?” And then my smile widens and you see an evil twinkle in my eye. “Or begging you to keep going?”
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Do you want to shove a huge dildo into me?
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I can lick whipped cream off of you.
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Shoot me an email at sexyfreya1@gmail.com. I want to make your sexiest dreams a virtual reality.
DISCLAIMER: All details of your story are to be mutually agreed upon. This includes story specifics, rate and method of payment, delivery timeframe, and any other items that may come up in our discussions. I reserve the right to refuse any story concept. But then again, everything’s for sale for the right price. Well… almost anything!!
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I will treat you with the utmost in love and respect. Please treat me the same way. Thank you.
Love, Frey
I have an editor and he’s great. He checks my spelling, grammar, verb tense, etcetera. That’s important, right?
Well, he just showed me that he’s worth his weight in gold!!
For the first time ever, I wrote a complete (10K-word) story that I just wasn’t sure worked. That’s a lot of time and effort on something I wasn’t sure would ever amount to anything! Sure I’ve worked on things and then abandoned them. Who hasn’t. But while working on them, I believed in them 100%. Until, of course, I didn’t believe in them anymore.
But this time, I was unsure right from the start.
Why did I keep working on it?
Because there was something there. I just knew it.
I can write characters that readers feel for. I can write snappy dialogue. I can certainly write sexy scenes! But a mystery? Where I needed levels of… mystery stuff? Where things all needed to add up? Where readers are going to pick every little detail apart? I may have more than my share of personal insecurities, but I never lack confidence in what I create.
So for the first time ever, I asked someone (my editor) to read a story that I wrote THAT WAS STILL IN PROGRESS! I hadn’t “signed off” on it. I NEVER let anyone read my work until it’s completed. My husband doesn’t see anything until it’s done. My creative co-workers don’t see anything until I’m finished with it. NO ONE sees ANYTHING that I create until it’s done.
Now, it would be very writerly of me to say that I sent it off to him with great trepidation. But that’s just not true. I couldn’t wait to send it off to him! To have him shoot all of the holes into it that he could! Why? Because I know that he has my work’s best interests at heart. He will read the story, comment, and the story will be so much better because of his input.
I sent it off.
Then checked my email about every hour for the rest of the day. A few times in the middle of the night. First thing in the morning. Part of me thought that maybe – just maybe – he would say my story was kind of crappy and that I should just stick with what I know. But that was only a small part of me. I knew that there was something there and I knew that he would see that, too.
That’s the trust and faith that I have in him.
Fifteen hours and forty-three minutes later, I got his assessment of my latest story.
He liked it!
And he shot holes into it from start to finish.
I haven’t started rewriting the story, yet, but I read through his comments and he’s right about most of them. A few things that he commented about were things that will make sense in future parts of this series (yeah, I was confident enough that there was something in there that warranted a series out of me), so I probably won’t change those, but he made a lot of good points.
It just goes to show how important an editor is. Even one that has sent back more than a couple stories with the comment “I have no edits.” I still want him to read everything I write before it “goes live” to the readers.
Now, of course, I can’t leave you without a little sexy teaser!!
Here’s part of the “Akari Series” that I’ve just started working on.
Akari stepped towards her, wrapped her arms around Maureen’s waist, and kissed her. Then Akari slowly lifted Maureen’s shirt up and off of her. She reached back around Maureen and unhooked her bra, slid the straps down her long arms, and released Maureen’s small but full breasts. Akari stared at them both for a moment, and then placed a tiny delicate kiss on the tip of each nipple as Maureen purred deep in her chest.
Then Akari unbuttoned and unzipped Maureen’s pants, letting them fall to the floor. Akari placed both of her hands on Maureen’s slim hips and knelt down in front of her. She gently rubbed her nose against the triangle of cotton between Maureen’s thighs, lingering for a delicious moment to enjoy the musky scent of her lover’s sex, then gave it, too, a tiny delicate kiss and stood back up.
With Akari still in her boots and Maureen just in socks, they were closer in height, but still Akari looked up while Mareen looked down and their eyes locked. Their noses touched. Their breath mingled. Without releasing each other’s gaze, Akari and Maureen worked together to wriggle Maureen’s panties down past her buttocks and then they joined the pants pooled around Maureen’s feet.
“Are you ready for your striptease,” Akari sighed into Maureen’s half-open mouth.
“Yes,” Maureen breathed into Akari’s.
Unblinking, the two girls stared into each other’s eyes. Maureen’s placid and steadfast. Akari’s deep and mysterious.
And then Maureen saw a tiny twitch in her girlfriend’s eyes and before she knew it, Maureen had been thrown back onto the bed. “I’ll be right back,” Akari told her as she ran from the room.
In anticipation, Maureen scrambled under the covers and propped herself up on a couple of pillows.
Less than a minute later, Maureen heard the clomping of workboots and then Akari trotted back into the room with her portable radio. She placed it on the dresser, searched the dial for a few moments, and finally landed on a sexy love song. She turned around with a seductive half-smile on her lips and looked at Maureen lying in bed and her smile froze. “You already started?”
Maureen grinned a toothy grin, one hand underneath the sheet and stuffed between her outstretched legs. “Yup! Now get on with the strippin’!”
I hope you enjoyed that!
Love,
Frey
If you’re reading this blog, then you may already know that I’ve written a number of sexy stories (and novels) that I’m selling online. You may have even read some of them. And it’s possible that you actually have enjoyed my work. You might have imagined yourself actually IN one (or more, you dirty devil, you!) of my stories!
Well, I’ve got news for you!
I am more than willing to write YOU into one of my stories!!
How?
Well, you could be my long-suffering editor. He’s the man of a thousand names. I just call him Figgy.
I wrote him into a recent series of mine (“The Sex Convention” that will be available for download VERY soon!) and it went a little something like this…
Well, actually, let me explain the setup a bit.
My editor likes it when I push boundaries with my writing. I get a kick out of doing that, too, so this works out really well! Anyway, the convention stories involve fictional characters written by real people who all go to a fictional sex convention for a weekend and get involved with all kinds of crazy situations. And the characters are aware that they are fictional. Of course, I had to play with that even more.
So, my fictional character, Cynthia, hooks up with the fictionalized real person, Figgy, in a fictional scene where they are in bed together. Cynthia, who has been writing the sexy stories (even though she wasn’t, it was me, Real Life Freya), is now handing the reins over to Figgy so that he can write the fictional sex scene between them (that is totally real to the two of them).
Confused, yet?
Now, let’s take a quick peek at what I write… I mean that Cynthia wrote… I mean Figgy… Whatever!
“Alright. So, how are we gonna do this, Fig?” Cynthia asked, getting herself situated in the bed.
Feeling a little shy, Figgy turned off the bedside lamp before he pulled his T-shirt off and slipped out of his striped boxers. “I don’t know,” he mumbled as he climbed into the bed next to Cynthia, the girl of his storiesonline dreams. “Whatever you want.”
“This is your story. You can do whatever you want to do.”
Figgy hemmed and hawed a bit until Cynthia finally drew the line. “Look. We all write our own stories. And this is your story, Fig. Write it however you want.”
“I’m not much of a writer, Cynthia. Why don’t you write it for me? The story would be better if you wrote it anyway.”
“Figgy!” Cynthia chastised him. “Then it would be my story. This is your story. And what’s ‘better’ anyway?”
Cynthia looked at him in the murky darkness of the hotel room. He shrugged, then admitted, “I don’t know… I guess I can try.”
“Go ahead,” she urged.
“And with a sweet and happy ending?”
“Always!”
“Okay…” Figgy faltered. “Hmmm…”
“Just write what’s in your heart,” Cynthia said softly and tenderly.
Figgy took a deep breath and then exhaled it all. Taking a smaller breath, he started, “So… I reached over to… touch her… ah… nice breast…”
“Cut it out!” Cynthia barked. “This is me, Figgy! This is Cynthia!” She grabbed his hand and plopped it onto her tit. “Write something like ‘He jumped on her massive melons faster’n a horntoad crossin’ the rud,’ or something fun like that.”
Figgy burst into gales of laughter. “What’s all that?” He finally gasped.
“Southwestern slang,” Cynthia told him, noting that throughout his laughing fit, he had not removed his hand. In fact, the side of his thumb had found her nipple. “You know. Horny toads and shit like that.”
Figgy sucked in a short breath as her fingers wrapped around his member.
“I’m all yours,” she whispered. “What do you want to do to me?” Cynthia gave his dick a light squeeze. “Or what do you want me to do to you?”
“There’s so much…” he sighed.
“Anything you want, stud.”
“Could we just… have sex?”
“You wanna fuck me,” Cynthia whispered the statement into Figgy’s ear.
“Yes,” he whispered back. “I’ve wanted to ever since I first private messaged you about editing your work.”
“I know,” Cynthia told him. “That was your plan all along.”
Figgy blushed in the dark.
“You dirty dog,” she giggled, letting go of his already dripping cock. She rolled onto her back under the sheets and spread her legs. “Fuck me, Figgy. Fuck me.”
With his heart racing, Figgy took a deep breath and climbed on top of her, settling himself between her warm velvety thighs. He felt her lusciously soft belly press against him as he pressed the head of his cock against her, effortlessly parting the plump wet lips of her pussy. Between the precum coating his straining erection and Cynthia’s already prodigious fluids, Figgy easily slid into her hot depths.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and she felt his cock entering her. She wrapped her legs around his urging him deeper. Cynthia felt him push in a little more and then he stopped.
“Is everything okay?” She asked.
With his dick fully inside the beautiful Cynthia, Figgy replied, “Everything’s perfect.”
Cynthia slid her hands up his back and pulled him down against her body. She relished in the feeling of a naked man pressed against her.
Pressed into her.
“May I kiss you?” He asked.
“Please,” she sighed.
Their lips met, brushing against each other for a wonderful moment, and then he felt the tip of her tongue gingerly worm its way into his mouth. Part of him was inside her and part of her was inside him. His senses were overwhelmed as he felt their bodies dissolving into one. She could feel his cock throb in her while he could feel her tongue sensuously intertwine with his own.
With a subtle rolling of her wide hips, she wordlessly asked him to start fucking her.
And he did.
Pretty hot, huh?
And fun! Just the way Figgy would like it.
Now, let’s talk about YOU.
I can write YOU into a story, too!
You could be a cameo character in a story. You could have a starring role in a story! We can build a story completely around YOU and whatever YOUR personal desires, fetishes, or kinks may be (mutually agreed upon, of course).
Get in touch with me (and regardless of where you’re seeing this blog, I know that you can find me somewhere online – I have faith in you!) and we can discuss the details.
I’m sure that this goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: please keep our interactions professional. Any contact that doesn’t show me basic human respect will simply be ignored. And that’s no fun, is it?
Anyway, I look forward to hearing from you and can’t wait to make ALL of your erotic fiction dreams come true!
Love, Frey
I should be finishing up my Sex Convention stories (I have two done and working on the third part) but I had a thought and now everything’s all a complete mess!
I’ve been mulling around a story for another Alternate Freya-verse where Katie is very perceptive and uses her powers of observation to help solve a crime. But then I wasn’t sure if I should keep re-using my Freya & Friends characters (due to the “No Harm, No Foul” disaster). And the more that I thought about it, I started to go with using a different name and making the main character a unique person.
And then I started researching possible names. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to think that this could be a series. And if it’s a series, then I’ll need more than one character. And the first crime should be something personal to the main character to really draw them into the whole “crime solving” thing.
I kept thinking and thinking.
Well, we all know what happened next, right?
I started writing and now I have a really cool opening scene.
Ugh!!
But I really need to finish what I’m currently working on!
So, here’s the opening scene.
Only half-awake, Akari rolled over and fumbled for the phone. “Hello?” She mumbled, trying to shake off the tendrils of sleep.
The frantic voice on the other end shouted, “Greta’s been kidnapped!”
“Huh?”
“Greta’s been kidnapped,” came the voice again.
Greta was one of Akari’s best friends. Greta also happened to be the only child of Mr. Heinrich Breitenbach, the man on the other end of the phone. Akari immediately sat up in bed. “What do you mean, Mr. B.?”
“She’s been kidnapped. I was watching TV, heard some banging downstairs, then a muffled scream, and when I ran downstairs to the solarium, Greta was gone. She’s nowhere in the house.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Yes. I’m not sure they believe me though.”
Akari nodded to herself. Greta had a bit of a… wild streak in high school and was somewhat well-known to the law enforcement folks in town. Of course, the fact that Mr. B. was truly a beloved member of the community – not to mention the horrific way his wife had been torn from him and his daughter – and doubly not to mention his wealth – none of the dozen or so different possible charges over the years had even been filed against Greta.
Mr. B. continued, “Of course, they’re sending a cruiser right over, but I wanted to check with you to see if you thought that, just maybe, she went off somewhere? Maybe you have an idea?”
“What’s going on,” Maureen moaned.
Akari covered the phone’s mouthpiece. “It’s Mr. B. He said that Greta’s missing.”
“I’m so sorry for calling you so late.”
“No. Of course, Mr. B.” Akari stifled a yawn. “We’ll be right over.”
“Oh, no. I don’t want you to come over. I just wanted to see if maybe you had any other possible idea where she could be. I mean, I don’t even know if she’s been kidnapped. It just was the first thing that popped into my head.”
“We’ll be right there,” Akari told him. He’s had so much trouble in his life and he was all alone. And he’d always treated Akari – and now Maureen – like family. “We’ll be right there,” Akari repeated and hung up the phone.
“You sure she didn’t just take off with some guy?” Maureen asked, stretching and then absentmindedly scratching the side of her naked right boob.
“No,” Akari stated, getting out of bed. “She’s not like that.” Akari looked at her girlfriend who was staring back at her with raised eyebrows. “She’s not like that anymore.”
It’s just frantic typing trying to get all my thoughts into words, so I still need to go over it a few times to refine everything, but I think it has some promise.
I hope it has some promise.
Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Love, Frey
P.S. Oh, um, two new books (smaller ones, just $1.99 each): https://zbookstore.com/a/407/freya-gersemi
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