Six Sentence Sunday: Bell Jar Memories

Good Sunday morning to you all! Here are six sentences from my WIP, Bell Jar Memories. I hope you enjoy:)

Reaching to shut off my alarm, I stretched my naked body over the cool sheets. I could feel my morning wood pressing into the mattress. The alarm interrupted an amazing sex dream cut too short. I reached down to pump my cock to relieve the ache building in my balls when I froze. My free hand suddenly pinned to the bed and a muscled body straddled my legs with a hard dick pressed against my ass. "Want me to take care of that for you?" asked the voice above me. I could feel my cock immediately soften.

"Get the fuck off me Ryan," I yelled into the mattress.

Ryan started to stroke his cock up and down my ass cheeks. "Come on baby, you know you want it," he moaned.

SSS: Bell Jar Memories

For this week's Six Sentence Sunday, I have gone back to the first story I ever started (Yes, it is still a WIP!)

Bell Jar Memories is a contemporary piece that follows Aidan Matthews home after a frantic call from his sister. Aidan hasn't been back to Kentucky since leaving after a horrible event sends him fleeing. 

In this scene, the Matthew siblings are talking with their father's doctor about the car accident damage. 

Dr. Webber was heading for the door when Maddie stopped her. "Does that mean my Gramps is going to be okay? Did you fix him?"

"I hope so honey."

"Good, then can you help my Uncle Henry?"

Oh God, kid no. Please don't say it, please don't say it. I chanted to myself.

"He has a stick up his ass and Uncle Aidan said you could help." The audible gasp from every adult beside me was palpable.  

Six Sentence Sunday: Substitute Heart

On Wednesday, my story, Substitute Heart will hit the shelves. I can't tell you how excited I am. This is the first story I ever submitted to a publisher. The people at Less Than Three Press were nice enough to accept it, making my dreams of becoming a published author come true:)

 I wrote the first chapter December of last year. After that first chapter, nothing I wrote seemed to 'fit' the characters. Setting it aside, it wasn't until September that I picked it back up. I loved this piece from the time I started until the very last word was written. I admit, I cried a few times telling Travis and Lane's story. I can only hope everyone who purchases it, feels that connection as I did. 

Without any more chit chat from me, here are your six sentences...maybe a little more;)

The men stopped and moved away from the casket, allowing me more time.  Each step I took closer to Lane felt empty. At first, I could only stare at the beautiful cherry wood. When I was finally able, I placed my shaking hands on the lid. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I tried again. My voice was just as shaky as my hands as I finally stammered out, "Let's think of the future. Forget the past. You're not my first love. But you're my last." Tears burned my eyes and my heart shattered. 

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