I can't turn off the writing ideas going off in my head. So I turn on the recorder on my phone just to say the thoughts going off in my head, and when I come back to it, it never makes sense until it does.
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Thank you so much for reading, reacting, and adding this story to your list. I'm actively writing on my next work. I should have something uploaded in the next few weeks
When I started this back in July, I was listening to I Stand Alone by Godsmack. Sully became the spark and from there, I wrote an outline for the kind of woman Seren needed to be. Unsure, but inspired. Visually and vocally driven. I knew her love interest immediately. Older. Controlled. Sexy as hell. Subtle alpha energy. The kind of man who never has to announce himself because everyone already knows.
When I write, music is always playing. I need it. It keeps me moving, and honestly, it might be why I’ve been consistent with uploading every Friday.
As for what’s next. A lot, actually. One hint lives in the story already. Another has been teased somewhere else. I think Lemon8...
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Dirty Black Summer follows Seren Knox, a fiercely talented Black woman fronting a rising rock band. As fame looms, so do friendships, buried
Dirty Black Summer follows Seren Knox, a fiercely talented Black woman fronting a rising rock band. As fame looms, so do friendships, buried
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Idk what happened... chapter 28 of Dirty Black Summer became a 20K word monster, something, idk- wow 🥴🫠 So I'm breaking it into parts rather than forcing it into something smaller.
A/N: I did a rewatch of TOWL and was inspired by the passion jumping off the screen. This is just PWOP set to the background of the building collapsing and Richonne making love for the first time in years. Enjoy!
Content: Explicit sex; oral sex; language.
Even though the building was crumbling around them, Rick and Michonne wasted no time in stripping themselves of their clothing. His words echoed through mind.
I want you.
I need you.
She needed him, too. Deep within her bones; deep inside her soul. Though both of them was trembling with want, they were determined. If the walls came down around them, at least they would be together at the end of it all. Entwined, holding one another in the rubble and decay.
Rick kicked off his pants as Michonne sat on the edge of the bed after she pulled her panties from her hips. She went to help him off with his underwear, but Rick pushed her hand away gently and then dropped to his knees in front of her.
He positioned himself between her legs and pressed kisses to her inner thighs. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as his lips worshipped her soft, warm skin. He relished in her sweetness before bringing his fingers to her slit. He traced down the length of her folds before dipping a finger inside. Her luscious pinkness framed prettily by her dark, swollen lips.
Michonne moaned loudly and it rung to Rick’s core. It had been so long since she had been touched like that. Touched by Rick. Touched with such love and reverence. He brought his mouth to her sweetness and licked his tongue over her opening, eliciting a deep, pleasured whimper from her. He swirled his tongue over her clit, loving the way Michonne responded. Loving the way she tasted. Her heady scent intoxicating and grounding all at once.
He removed his fingers and began sucking her pulsing sex. Lapping at her fervently. Drinking her up. Slipping his tongue into her warmth. Licking her gorgeous, glistening opening. He thumbed her throbbing bud as he ate her out.
She threaded her hand through his curls, holding Rick in place as he fucked her with his skilful mouth. His cock set hard, dripping with want. Happy to make her delirious with his attentions. Michonne didn’t last long. She came in Rick’s mouth, and he drank every last drop.
His thirst for her barely quenched. He got to his feet, pulled off his boxer shorts, and then covered her body with his. They kissed passionately, enthralled by the feel of hot skin pressed against hot skin. They could have stayed like that forever, lips and tongues, searing flesh. But they wanted one another. Needed one another.
Rick inched his thick, veiny cock into her pulsing pussy, burying himself to his hilt. She moaned as he bottomed out. Seated inside of her tight heat. His breath shaky from the feel of her; she was just as he remembered. Soft and wet and sweet. So fucking sweet. Enveloping his hardness. Made just for him. His smooth tip leaking as he withdrew just enough to push back into her with determined force. Their breath hitching as Rick began to fuck Michonne. To thrust into her. To restore his claim on her. To love her.
They shared a heated, messy kiss as Rick drove into her, rolling his hips and filling her up. Peeling his sensitive skin back with each movement; his crown red and raw, covered with his precum and her slickness.
Michonne dug her nails into his heated flesh. Tightening her legs around his hips. Soaking his impossibly hard cock with her juices. He fucked her hard and fast. Desperately, deliberately.
They changed positions as Michonne straddled Rick’s hips. He held her in place as she rode his dick, taking what she needed. Sliding up and down his sex with practiced precision. Hitting her spot. Creaming on his rigid length. Coating his big hard prick as she came once more.
Clenching around him. Driving him closer to the edge. His climax fast approaching. She rolled her hips as Rick came inside of her. Filling her with his hot seed. Hot, quivering cock bound by wet, sopping cunt. Aching; relishing. Sated and loving. They fell into a heap, breathlessly clinging to one another, silently vowing to never let go. Kissing sweat covered skin. Whispering words of praise and promise and love. A renewed love; a forever love. A love that would always be blessed with that want and that need.
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Encouragment for writers that I know seems discouraging at first but I promise it’s motivational-
• Those emotional scenes you’ve planned will never be as good on page as they are in your head. To YOU. Your audience, however, is eating it up. Just because you can’t articulate the emotion of a scene to your satisfaction doesn’t mean it’s not impacting the reader.
• Sometimes a sentence, a paragraph, or even a whole scene will not be salvagable. Either it wasn’t necessary to the story to begin with, or you can put it to the side and re-write it later, but for now it’s gotta go. It doesn’t make you a bad writer to have to trim, it makes you a good writer to know to trim.
• There are several stories just like yours. And that’s okay, there’s no story in existence of completely original concepts. What makes your story “original” is that it’s yours. No one else can write your story the way you can.
• You have writing weaknesses. Everyone does. But don’t accept your writing weaknesses as unchanging facts about yourself. Don’t be content with being crap at description, dialogue, world building, etc. Writers that are comfortable being crap at things won’t improve, and that’s not you. It’s going to burn, but work that muscle. I promise you’ll like the outcome.
"I said I’d bring coffee, but instead I’m sitting here slowly ruining my own life."
— Seren Knox, Dirty Black Summer
Chapter 24: “The Sound We Make (Before the Show)”
🖤 band drama, bad decisions, New Year’s Eve chaos.
Here’s the thing… I should be telling my socials about my updates. Friday comes around, I drop a chapter, feel accomplished, and immediately dive into the next one 😅
If you haven’t started this story, now is a great time.
A lot is happening in Seren’s personal life, which means the music is incredible and messy. Her band fam knows every song she writes is about it. James is still in her orbit. Key and Mason are trying not to lose her. And RAW & EXPOSED is changing everything.
Updates every Friday at 10:30 a.m. on Inkitt and Wattpad.
Dirty Black Summer follows Seren Knox, a fiercely talented Black woman fronting a rising rock band. As fame looms, so do friendships, buried
Dirty Black Summer follows Seren Knox, a fiercely talented Black woman fronting a rising rock band. As fame looms, so do friendships, buried
Thirteen damn winters deep, and my body still refuses to get used to any of it.
My feet stay numb.
This ache is to the bone.
The sky's gray and every forecast is a personal attack on my mental well-being.
'You need more vitamins.'
'Try a holistic approach.'
'Take it up to God.'
Seasonally, I hold on.
This place owes me nothing, it’s only seasonal, I say.
I can’t leave, not when three pieces of my heart are here. It's seasonal, ok.
It' s just fkkn snow, as I layer myself properly and get that 'look' when I say my fingers and toes are numb already.
So however long my bones ache and this fkkn sadness sits on me, I deal with it by cussing the wind and the chill and occasionally laughing at the people who swear they love snow right up until they fall on the ice.
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Danmei/BL fans seeing this chapter without context are gonna be like, “Is this April Fools in October? Is this Omegaverse??” 😂
Almost done nightly reading Case File Compendium Book 6 and these prose, dialogues (and chapter title) got me gasping, amused, tuh-ha’s, and oh my’s. More than the other books [except 5] its Absolute chaos with me and my wine and I love it 🍷
Jacob getting genuinely choked up and teary-eyed upon being told his music saves lives. Meanwhile, Sam looks equally overwhelmed on Jacob's behalf, likely because he knows the magnitude of the moment for his dear friend and knows how deeply this is touching Jacob.
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