How We Write

How we write.

Bill:

It was just after dinner when Mary said that we really needed to get writing on the story that we were working on, reminding me that our publisher's deadline was fast approaching. She told me to prepare our writing space while she took care of a few things. She gave me a heated kiss before scampering off to the bedroom.

The crisp autumn air was trying to penetrate our secluded mountain cabin so I stoked the fire and added a few more logs to carry us through our writing session. I turned off all the lights to let the old stone fireplace illuminate the cozy room. Oh, how we deeply enjoy writing to the music of a crackling fire as the flickering flames dance off the walls and off each other.

I fashioned all the pillows on the floor, building our little writing nest as if in the harem tent. I placed Mary's favorite giant stuffed spider that she loves using her comfortable desk. I opened a bottle of my favorite Italian red wine that had a smokey yet subtle hint of fruit. I poured a glass for myself and then fixed Mary a glass of her favorite whiskey with some cherries added to it. I also pulled out a perfectly rolled joint. With everything set, I removed all my clothes, and we have an unwritten rule that we are always naked during a writing session. I sat on the bed of pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace with my back resting against the sofa.

I heard the creek of the bedroom door, I glanced over to see Mary holding her Chromebook by her side. Her beautiful long black hair was down and flowing. The flames of the fire illuminated her sexy and curvy body, and the amber colors of the fire light made her pale flesh glow like a setting sun. What caught my eye was that she wasn't fully naked. She was wearing my favorite black tank top. It hung loose on her, the material draped down over her beautifully large breasts, her hard nipples making the thin material rise. The length struggled to cover her smooth sex and round ass. The vision of her made my cock come to full attention in a blink of an eye.

I didn't speak to address her attire, I just gave her the look, the look that simply said that she was a bad girl for not following the rules and that there would be consequences for her actions. Mary lowered her eyes for a moment, it was her quiet way to acknowledge my silent reprimand. She looked at me then with a smile, a lick of her lips, and batted her eyelashes in a mischievous way in order to push my thoughts of punishment out of my mind.

She walked over towards me swaying her curvy hips in a seductive manner. She stood between my spread legs, she glanced down to eye my rock hard cock. She spoke softly to me.

"I see you are ready to write, my love."

I asked her if she was ready and if her creative juices were flowing. Mary reached down between her legs, she ran a finger slowly between her soft folds. She brought her finger to her mouth and playfully sucked on her slick coated finger as if it was my cock. Then she gave me a naughty look.

"My creative juices are dripping but I know you will make them flowing soon "

The way she loved to tease me was such a turn on, that mix of innocent and naughty pulled hard on my desires for her and she knew it. We both knew how to get the other one going, all the teasing little tricks to show our need for each other. I still remained silent, I pointed with my finger for her to sit. Mary sat down between my legs, she rested her back against my chest. She grabbed her giant stuffed spider and set her Chromebook up on it, once ready I handed her the glass of whiskey. I picked up my wine glass and we made a toast to finish the heated scene of our story. We were in our own little creative bubble and the outside world no longer mattered.

It is up to her to bring the story to its ending, I look over her shoulder to watch her type her magnificent erotic words. I lean a bit closer to growl in her ear.

"You are a very naughty girl. You know our rule about not wearing clothes when we write."

My words didn't distract her from writing, she didn't even acknowledge me, which she knew would push my buttons. I wrapped my left arm around her waist, I pulled her tighter against me and growled again in her ear.

"I am going to punish you when we are done. Your beautiful ass will glow red like the coals in the fire are right now. You will feel the sting of my bare hand on your bare ass for days to come."

Mary's fingers froze on the keyboard, I watched the goosebumps ripple up her arms and her body trembled against mine. She answered with a timid "Yes Sir".

I knew that is what she was wanting, she always loved a good spanking after writing to help her unwind from her thoughts. Usually she just asks for it, which I never deny her but tonight with her acting up told me that she wanted it to be intense. She wanted to be spanked hard with my power and anger to really send her deep into subspace, for a major mental release after a long week.

As Mary returned to typing, I took a few puffs off the joint but made sure not to blow the smoke out in her direction. As the words flowed from her fingertips to the screen, I brushed her long black hair to one side. I kissed her between her neck and shoulder, that spot where a little to the left would make her melt and more to the right would tickle greatly. She let out a bit of a giggle before scolding me to behave, that she needed to focus. Her little reprimand would not go unpunished and I gave a quick bite to her neck to remind her who was in charge. She let out a soft whimper of

"Please". I sat back.

"Alright, alright. Please keep writing."

My tone was calm as I returned to a more comfortable and at ease state. Half my attention was on her writing while the other half focused on the light of the fire dancing on her sexy spread legs before me. I had another few sips of wine as I watched, every now and then Mary would wiggle her ass against my hard cock to tease and torment me. She paused briefly before continuing on, the thing about us was we both wrote in different ways but we are deeply in tune with each other. I tend to write from the hip, just letting the words loose and see what happens. Mary likes to labor over every sentence, letting it cook in her naughty mind.

to bring it to its full glory as she types.

Her hands rested on the keys, she was silent, I looked at the page where the blinking cursor stood.

".... I ached to feel him inside /"

I knew what she was hung up on without her saying. I moved my lips to her ear.

"You are not showing her true need and desire for him."

I ran my hand up her thigh in search of her sex. Mary let out a moan as my finger parted her very wet folds. With the tip of my finger, I brushed it against her clit.

"He has been teasing her, playing with her so relentlessly for so long now."

My finger started to draw soft circles on her clit. Mary went to push my hand away but I grabbed it with my other hand, I pulled it back against her belly, licking her in my naughty embrace. She didn't offer a verbal or any further physical protest, she yielded to me as my skilled finger really went to work on her.

"She is more than aching for him. The thought of him taking her is consuming her every thought."

Mary's head tilted back, desperate moans escaped her lips as I touched her within my dominating grasp. Her hips rocked with pleasure as I took her closer to the edge.

"She will never be satisfied until she feels him deep inside her. She knows it is wrong to be with him but those thoughts are long gone. She is craving for him to destroy her world until it is just the two of them enjoying their sin."

Mary was on the verge of coming unglued, her moans were loud, her breathing was rapid and her pussy was dripping out of control. I took her right to the edge of her burning need for release. I pulled my hand away, leaving her dangling over the cliff of extreme pleasure.

"Let your words flow from your soul, my love."

She muddled something under her breath that I couldn't make out but then as she gasped for a breath she answered me.

"Yes, my Muse."

Her fingers moved swiftly, gliding over the raised keys, the words flooded the computer screen before us. It didn't take long, the scene was done, the chapter was done and our book was completed. Mary powered off the laptop, she closed the lid and set it off to the side. Mary moved in a fluid motion, she turned to face me and straddled me. She grabbed her glass of whiskey and finished it off in one huge gulp. She then rested her hands on my shoulders, she pushed forward until her wet sex was pushing against my hard flesh. She pulled off and tossed away my tank top that she was wearing to free her beautiful big breasts, her nipples were so swollen. Mary kissed me deeply with heated passion, our tongues dancing together. Oh how I love her signature taste of whiskey and cherry combined. She pulled back. Her mischievous smile always held so much power.

"Before you punish me for being such a naughty girl tonight, how about I offer you my deepest apology first. Then you can punish my little ass all you want."

Mary raised up on her knees, she grabbed my hard cock with a tight grip and guided the swollen head to her tight wet opening. She licked her lips before forcing her hips down. I let out a moan, Mary let out a cry as her movement forced my cock to penetrate her. Her sex welcomed mine, stretching around me as she took me in deep as I could go. She forced her big tits into my face in an almost smothering way. She twisted and turned to make her breasts slap against my face. It was her little revenge for my earlier teasing.

Then she settled a bit, she fed me her hard nipples, taking turns putting them into my hungry mouth. I kissed and sucked on them with great pleasure, showing them both equal attention the best that I could. Her purring moans fueling my desire to feast on her flesh.

"YESSSS!"

She cried out as my teeth clamped down on her hard nipple. My bite, the pain caused her hips to start moving, just like mixing cherries with her whiskey, she loved the blending of pleasure and pain as a sexual cocktail. The harder I bit, the harder she impaled herself on my cock, her cries drowned out the the sounds of the crackling fire. She struggled to maintain eye contact with me, her eyes fluttered, her body trembled and she tossed her head back, her nipple pulling out of my mouth as the orgasm ripped through her body.

As soon as she was able to breath, her eyes focused on me once more, she started riding me again with such determination. Her creamy sex rose and fell upon my slick coated cock as she begged me with her entire soul to cum for her, to give her my love. My hands helped her hips move, I pushed and pulled on her faster. I let out a roar, I forced her down, I went in as deep as I could go. My cock erupted like a volcano within her, my hot seed unleashed.

Mary collapsed against my chest, I held her tightly to me with my cock still inside her core. Her head rested on my shoulder as we both tried to bring a steady pace back to our breathing. I stroked her hair, I told her how beautiful she was, that she was a good girl and most of all how happy I was that she was mine. Her head turned. Her tongue teased my earlobe before she spoke with a soft innocent voice.

"I am happy to be yours, that you chose me to be yours."

She gave me another lick.

"I am ready to be punished now."

Mary:

After our marathon session of sex and punishment a couple of days ago, I started to become bored and restless. Bill took notice right away. We are like that, picking up on each other's emotions. Our third book was completed and we had a couple of days to relax, unwind and come up with topics for future stories. My mind was blocked. I was fresh out of ideas. I felt myself slipping into one of my melancholy states.

I managed to get out of bed and made my way to the ensuite bathroom. I grabbed one of Bill's t-shirts along the way. I held it up to my nose so I could smell my lover's scent. His scent filled me with warmth and comfort. I started my morning routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing all the snarls from last night's sex escapades out of my long black hair. I bundled my long locks up into a messy bun. I slipped Bill's t-shirt over my naked body. His t-shirt covered my ass with the hem resting right below the curve of both cheeks. I was not ready to face the day. I wanted to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers until I felt ready to come out. But I forced myself towards the kitchen. The smell of breakfast filled the cabin. My appetite was also in a melancholy state.

"Good morning my pretty girl. Breakfast will be ready in exactly five minutes. I just have to finish burning your bacon."

I responded with a forced little smile and tear filled eyes. Bill gave me a concerned but determined smile back. I sat down on one of the island stools and kept my eyes down staring at all the different patterns in the counter top. I was afraid if I looked anywhere else the tears would start falling. No one needs a crying emotional woman at the breakfast table.

"Ok my lil red" Bill only used that term of endearment when his dominating wolf was being roused."

For my pretty girl, very well done scrambled eggs with a sprinkle of white cheddar, very very well done bacon, a slice of wheat toast, and a mimosa with your favorite dry champagne. Now I want you to eat up and then get your ass into some hiking gear. We are going on a hike today." He placed the plate of food in front of me. I still couldn't look up from the counter.

"Hey, look at me"

Bill lifted my chin up and looked into my eyes.

"You're okay and everything is going to be alright. But I'm going to need you to eat your breakfast and drink your mimosa and then Get. Your. Ass. Ready. to go for a hike. Okay my lil red?"

He didn't even wait for my answer. He kissed my forehead and gave me one more telling look and then turned to clean up the mess from making my favorite breakfast. I allowed one tear to fall. That one tear was a tear of gratitude for the amazing man who made me my favorite breakfast.

No more words were spoken between us. I ate every single delicious bite. This man, my lover, my writing partner, my rock, just gets me. He knows exactly how to bring me back from the darkest of realms.

"It is freezing out here."

My teeth are chattering. I am being a bit bratty. I did not dress for the weather. Bill stops in the middle of the trail and turns to look at me. He is slowly moving his eyes over my body. I'm wearing black leggings, his t-shirt, a hoodie and warm socks with my hiking boots. All of the sudden I'm starting to feel like anxious prey with the way Bill is staring at me.

We are about four miles into our hike. The trail is surrounded by lush green foliage. Tall trees reach far up into the sky. This part of the forest is dense with the tall giants. I'm taking it all in, filling my soul with the energy nature is gifting to me.

"Lil red"

I slowly turn back to look at Bill. But it is not Bill I'm looking at, it's my Wolf. And he is hungry. Hungry for the only thing that will satiate his appetite. His lil red, me.

" Are you ready to run? "

I let out a little giggle.

"Will you eat me up if you catch me?" I give him my best teasing smile.

"Only one way to find out.... RUN!"

I do not hesitate. I take off into the woods. My body is starting to warm up from running and thoughts of my Wolf catching me and devouring me. I can hear him not too far behind. He is fast and could catch up to me at any time, ending our fun game. But I know my Wolf, he loves the hunt and pursual of his prey. He knows how much I love the chase. This is our game and we have perfected it.

I make a quick turn and head towards the brook. It is probably raging right now from last night's heavy rain.

My legs are burning but I continue to push myself. Almost there, just a few steps. I can hear the water flowing in the distance. I focus on it and let everything around me disappear. I see the edge of the bank now. It's beautiful this late into the fall. I'm so close. I can smell the wetness in the air from the water.

BAM!! I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist. The impact from being caught wakes me from my trance. Sounds invade my ears from all over the forest. Our heavy breathing becomes synced. My body is quivering from the endorphins released from running. A rush of warmth takes over my body and I know this reaction is from getting captured in my Wolf's embrace.

He pulls me in close as he stands behind me. I feel the front of his body mold to the back of mine. Our breathing starts to slow. His warm breath reaches my ear as he whispers, "Lil red, I caught you. I'm not going to eat you. I'm going to fucking devour you." He buries his nose into my neck and takes in my scent. Sniffing my hair that has fallen out of its confinement from the chase. The act produces goosebumps all over my body. A shiver runs down my back and I can feel how hard hunting me made him. My panties drown in wetness for him. I let out a whimper knowing this will be the push for my Wolf to let his self restraint down and devour me.

"Oh my lil red"

Those are words I hear as I am whipped around lifted off the ground. I instinctivly wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my center on his hard cock. The thin material of my leggings lets the friction of his jean covered hard bulge land right on my swollen clit. My body's need for him takes over and I can't stop myself grinding on him. My Wolf is kissing every inch of my face and neck. He is holding me so tight around him. I am so lost in my desire for him I do not notice we are moving. Until I feel the hard bark of one of the tall giants on my back.

My Wolf sets me down on my feet and gets down on his knees pulling my leggings and panties down with him. I feel the rush of cold air on my bare ass and naked pussy. It is replaced by his warm hands on my ass and his warm mouth on my wet pussy. I push my back up against the tree and open my legs up wider for him. My Wolf looks up at me, his beard and mouth glistening with my wetness for him. He lets out a feral growl.

"You are by far the most exquisite and delectable meal I have ever tasted. "

His eyes are fixated on mine when he declares this to me. I am his most favorite meal. His words work their magic filling my heart with his love. His tongue also works magic licking my clit. He alternates licking and sucking. I feel him fucking me with his tongue. My orgasm is quickly building and ready to release itself. I'm panting in ecstacy. My Wolf senses I'm ready to explode. He removes his tongue and bites down on my sensitive clit. A warm gush flows out of me soaking my thighs. I lose myself in my orgasm only to be brought back by the cold air hitting my naked breasts. My Wolf has managed to tear off the top layers of my clothing. Leaving me exposed to the elements making my nipples harden into stiff pink peeks. The sight of them causes a frenzy in my Wolf.

" Oh my lil red."

His energy is so intense as he scans over my body. I start to back away from him. Forgetting that my leggings are around my ankles, I get caught in them and fall back into the tree trunk. My Wolf is on me fast, tearing my leggings off over my hiking boots. I stand before him naked except for my socks and hiking boots. He lets out another feral growl as unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his hard throbbing cock.

The whole time he keeps his eyes on me, his prey. My body is shivering and I can't tell if it's because I'm cold and naked. Or because of the anticipation of being completely destroyed by this very feral and hungry wolf staring at me in his primal state. I don't have long to figure it out. My Wolf has me up and wrapped around his waist. He has a bruising hold on the back of my thighs and I can feel the tip of his cock at my opening. With one swift push he buries himself deep inside me. The action causes the tree bark to tear into my back. Mixing pain with the pleasure of his thrusts. He is so gone in his frenzied desire for me that he doesn't take notice of the bloody mess. I dare not stop him. Nothing can when he is in this state of consuming me. Nothing else exists to him. Only the feeling of us connected as one surging mass of energy. I cling on to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders pulling him in closer to me. He is feverishly kissing and licking my shoulders, neck and up to the side of my face until our lips meet. I breathe him in. His thrusting intensifies with every deep kiss. My inner walls are grabbing and massaging his cock milking him dry. My nipples are so hard and sensitive. They rub against the rough material of his jacket sending me over the edge. My Wolf stills for a moment feeling my body's reaction to him. With one last hard and deep thrust I am filled with warmth flooding my core.

We stay connected for a moment longer. Neither one of us wants to break our magical bond. Our breathing slows down together as one. The forest comes back alive around us with sounds of nature. The cold sneaks in again and I shiver uncontrollably.

"Oh shit! Fuck! My pretty girl, you are freezing and .... bleeding!" Bill is horrified looking at me. I feel at peace.

"It is ok, my love. Let me get dressed and head back to the cabin."

"Come here, let me help you." I can tell he feels bad that my back is torn and bleeding.

" I'm sure it looks worse than it really is. I don't want to ruin my sports bra. I will just go braless." Bill gives me a look.

"What? I have big boobs and sports bras are expensive when you have big boobs." I say with a small smile.

"Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up."

It is dusk by the time we get back to the cabin. My adrenaline has vanished and my back feels like it is on fire.

Bill heads towards the ensuite and can hear the water filling up the tub. I can smell my lavender and chamomile oils. Besides the burning from my back my body feels like rubber. I just want to collapse right here on the bedroom floor. Today was intense and I'm trying to process it with a tired brain. My sadness has gone. I definitely do not feel restless anymore. I'm not sure what I feel.

"Hey, pretty girl, what are you doing over there? Come here my Mary. "

I make my way to the bathroom where the tub is filled with my bath oils and bubbles everywhere. Sitting on the ledge is a glass of bourbon neat. Good choice. Not sure I want anything with ice tonight. But how did he sneak out to get me a drink? I must have really been in my head. I look into my lover's eyes to convey without words how much he means to me. He returns the same sentiment with his gorgeous hazel eyes. I hope he knows how much I appreciate him. He knows exactly what to do to settle my mind, open up my imagination, heal my heart, and re energize my soul. I know when he is done spoiling me with his loving aftercare, I will sleep soundly in his arms. I will wake up in the morning ready to take on the world.

Bill:

I reach with my hand and Mary takes hold of it.

"The tub is requiring your beautiful presence my pretty girl, let's not keep it waiting."

Holding my hand for balance, she lifts her sexy legs over the edge of the tub and dips her toes into the steamy water and quickly jerks her legs back to a standing position outside of the tub.

"It's too hot."

She said in a soft little girl's whine. That told me everything that I needed to know about her emotional state of mind, it was like one simple line told me all about the chapter that I was going to read in the "Book of Mary". Mary is a very strong woman yet she is very complex with many sides to her but there is one part of her that she hides from the world, the side of her that is vulnerable. She tends to think it is a weakness but to me it is one of her most beautiful parts. It is a side of her that is soft, sweet and vulnerable, where she is like a little girl who needs attention, affection and care but she never comes right out and says so. In these times I have to read her cues and act accordingly, this is definitely one of those moments. She just needs me to give her the proper push to let me give her what she needs and when I do, she lets go, embracing my care.

I give her that stern look where saying no to me is not an option.

"Get in the tub now, it is what you need. Be a good girl and do as I say."

My words unlock that hidden part of her that only I get to see. She smiles, her eyes flutter as she agrees that I am right. She uses me for balance as she climbs slowly into the steaming hot tub. As she adjust to the temperature of the hot water on her cold flesh, I removed my clothes. The tub is larger than most, we bought it specifically so that it could comfortably hold us both but this moment is all about her. I kneel down by the side of the tub. I tell her to close her eyes and let me take care of her, giving her that final little push that she needs.

I grab the soft sponge and liquid soap, and I start to bathe her with care. I begin with her sexy legs, running the sponge up and down her sexy legs slowly to remove the dirt from our outdoor adventure. I make sure my touch is soft enough so it doesn't feel harsh yet firm enough so that it isn't sexual, a tough balance for sure. I praise her for being a good girl as I bathe her.

Mary does let out a soft purring moan when I wash her sex, her ass and breasts but she stays in control to accept my caring for her. I give her arms the same care as her legs, I even use a little brush to get the dirt out from under her fingernails.

I wash her beautiful long black hair, massaging her scalp as I work the shampoo into a lather. I take my time with her hair to let it be like therapy for her. I rinse the suds out of her hair with the moveable shower head. Once I am finished, I run a comb through her hair. I love looking up on her and seeing that she is at peace and enjoying my special attention in caring for her.

I tell her to take another sip of her drink before I start working on her scratched up back. I told her to be my brave little girl and that it might hurt. She nods in understanding. The China white pale flesh of her back is scraped and cut from the rough bark of the tree. Her back looks like a piece of modern art, lines in shades of red and purple, dark dried blood smeared all over. Mary winced when the sponge softly touched her wounds. The blood dissolved under the warm soapy sponge to reveal her wounds of passion. The flakey scabs broke apart, disintegrating on the sponge as I ran gently over them. Mary didn't complain, I praised her further and assured her that I was almost done.

With her body now cleaned, I had her finish her drink as I massaged her shoulders with the sponge until she was done. I helped her out of the tub. When she went to grab a towel, I caught her hand, stopping her

"No my pretty girl, that is my job."

She let out a soft sigh before lowering her hand back to her side. I took the towel and started by letting it absorb all the water it could from her beautiful black hair. I got as much as I could, I tossed that spent towel to the side and grabbed a fresh one. I took the towel gently over her shoulders and arms until they were dry. I went down on my knees to do the same with her sexy legs. I knew she was still in this special state of letting me care for her because she made no sexual comments as I dried her sex and breasts. Just a small moan of happiness escaped her lips.

When I moved to her back, I took extra care, just blotting the water from her scarred bruised flesh. Traces of blood marked the white towel, her wounds still slightly open after the careful cleaning that I gave to them. When I was done, I ran a comb through her damp hair and then put it into a ponytail. It was all I could do, I had no skills in properly drying and styling her hair but then again it wasn't needed at that moment.

"Come with me like a good girl "

I wanted to scoop her up and carry her back into the bedroom but I was fearful that it would hurt her back. I took her by the hand and led her out of the bedroom. I guided her to the bed and had her lay face down so that I could attend to her back. I went to my bag and got the bottle of lotion that I keep for things just like this. It is a mix of Italian olive, fresh aloe, medicated gel and some essence of cherries. Everything all natural to help heal the damage that I had done.

I squeezed some into my hands and gently started to work it into her slightly torn flesh. I focused on making sure the cuts were attended to first. Mary jerked at my initial touch.

"Just relax, breathe for me, I will be as gentle as I can be. Let me work my healing magic on you my love."

The tension quickly left her body, my words soothed her as much as the oil was. My fingertips started gliding with ease over her back. The raised marks on her absorbed the lotion, I did feel bad about how rough I had been with her out in the forest but I also knew she would demand me to erase those thoughts from my mind, Telling me that it takes two to tango or some other witty comment to let me off the hook.

With her marking properly cared for, I began giving her a shoulder massage but I couldn't stop there, I rolled into a full body massage. I did her arms, upper back, her legs and of course selfish me had to rub that beautiful ass of hers as well. If it wasn't for a few soft purring moans, I might have thought she had passed out as I manipulated her limp body with care. A good hour had passed before I felt I was done and paid for my uncontrolled aggression form earlier in the day. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I went back to my back to put my stuff away and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. When I returned, Mary was still laying there but her head was turned and she was looking at me, she was glowing and smiling. She spoke to me in a soft voice.

"Thank you my love, that felt amazing but you forgot one important thing."

I gave her a curious look as I searched my mind for what I had missed.

"What did I forget, my pretty girl?"

"You forgot cuddles, naked cuddles."

She said with a little giggle before telling me to strip and get in bed with her.

I was happy to give her what I had missed. I got naked and climbed into bed with her. I laid on my and she slid over to me. She draped her sexy curvy body halfway over me. Her head rested on my chest along with one hand. I held her by her hip, not wanting to touch her back. She gave me kiss on my chest.

"Thank you my love. Hold me and never let me go."

"I could never let you go my pretty girl even if the Gods tried to pull you from my arms."

She fell asleep quickly and I was not far behind her. We would dance together in our dreams.