Olivia’s Naughtiness Continues. Her Choice, Men or Women?
Everybody’s Favorite Erotic Author….
It’s good news for you this weekend. Why? Because you are getting complete access to our greatest writers in two of our most successful promotions during the last two years. With Fifty Shades Darker hitting the movie theaters worldwide over the weekend, and Valentine’s Day approaching fast, we have two overlapping events which we just couldn’t let slip by without rewarding our loyal fans. (Disappointed women everywhere, emailed us for three weeks straight with complaints about missing last year’s giveaway, so don’t be one of them this year! It’s free after all). In early January on my way back home, flying from New York to Nice in the South of France, I was so excited about the prospect of this particular week in February that I wrote my Valentine’s special in one single session! I could only manage to draft out my next short story because my obsession with Fifty Shades of Grey kept my mind pulling in the other direction. I’m a big fan you know as if you hadn’t guessed. I was still trembling with excitement from performing in a private club in New York, and it was way too hard to concentrate. (If you have not read my earlier confessional emails of my exploits, then shame on you, but fortunately for you, a list of my previous emails can be found right here –Olivia Weeklies) After I landed, it only took me short drive in the morning traffic, and I was back at my cliff top villa. The sun was just coming up, so I put on some coffee and took the time to collect my thoughts. Traveling always gets my creative juices flowing, and the subject matter for my Fifty Shades special was already set in my mind. I’d lived part of it a few nights ago, and was going to write the story with my lead character Scarlett living out the role. I could still feel parts of my body glowing as a reminder. I picked up the phone and rang Freddie in New York to tell him I loved him and wished him a good night’s sleep. His response was short and not so sweet, ‘you woke me you fag hag’ – he hung up. Oops! He called back ten seconds later and told me he loved me too and then hung up again. I sat and grinned at the phone for God knows how long. I feel asleep at my desk with my head on my laptop. I was probably trying to pretend I was downloading the words in my head directly to the hard drive! It’s not surprising really because I had been sleep-deprived for more than four nights, so my mind was in all sorts of different weird places. I woke a couple of hours later wishing I’d chosen my bed to sleep and not my office chair. The mid-morning sun was streaming through the window, and it was warm, very warm in fact. My swimming pool looked so inviting, but it would be cold even for the South of France. In times like these, action always takes the lead and brain function second. I stripped off all my clothes and ran outside and jumped straight in. It was cold, but it woke me up instantly, which was what I needed. I only managed one length of the pool, and then I hauled myself out and lay for a few seconds on the warm flagstones basking in the low sun. I didn’t care whether my pervy neighbors could see me or not. I had already worked out a long time ago what time of the day I could sunbath naked without being seen, and the morning wasn’t one of them. But, I was feeling naughty and awake. (I’ll tell you more about my close neighbors another time, but briefly, they are an older couple from Paris. I go around for coffee and croissants about twice and month and come back with half a notebook full of ideas, a book is coming soon, full of their stories!). After my short swim, I took a long hot shower with myself, then put on my favorite red bikini, don’t ask why, and went back to my desk, and sat with the sun coming through the full height window warming my body. After a quick lunch, I set myself to writing. I was gagging to get started, I just needed to calm my mind from the craziness that morning. The words flew out. I love writing. I would write all day and all night if I could, but I have a problem, I get log jammed with ideas. Sometimes ideas come to me so fast it’s too much, and I’m not able to write it down quick enough – it’s like watching a fast paced movie and trying to write a script for all the action as it happens. So, I choose periods when I only think the story over and over. You could call it daydreaming I suppose. When I do this, I go into myself. From the outside, this apparently looks a little weird. My sister says I zone out. My mother never liked it when I was a kid, she said it embarrassed her. If she knew what I did for a living here in France, then she would have something to be embarrassed about! Luckily for her, I don’t use my real name when I write. My Father always told me never to let my dreams go, and I never have, it’s why I write. The word count for my Fifty Shades special was meant to be the usual seven thousand, but that went completely out of the window and doubled without breaking a sweat. As you might gather from my emails, I don’t seem to want to end a story, I can’t shut up! So, for this special weekend, we are paying homage to Valentine’s Day and Fifty Shades of Grey and E L James’s book to film great Fifty Shades Darker. I have written two fantastic short stories where Scarlett has a lot of fun pushing her limits and getting her bottom spanked, and I hope you enjoy our free offerings.
You might be wondering why this week’s subject matter is Her Choice, Men or Women? I can tell you a little bit of shocking news. I thought I might settle down to a little bit of a romance with a guy who my sister introduced to me. He is an Army Major and on medical leave for two months. He is a friend of my sister’s husband. But, before I go into this part of my story, let’s go back to my earlier teaser. I said there was good news for you and me, and for me on two counts, and you know one of these already. Last week, I told you my sister got all pissed at me when I shared my naughty exploits with her. She got mad and said some things now she tells me she regrets. I knew she would be back, so I stayed calm and waited for her to do the same.
I would like to thank everyone who wrote to me with their support during that time, and especially a huge thank you to Sandra for her kind words. My sister Geneva has now forgiven me, again! She called me midweek and asked if I could take a day off as she was going to fly down to see me. We spoke non-stop from the time I picked her up from the airport, to when I dropped her back. An hour before she was due to leave, she told me about Hugo, and which I now suspect, was the whole reason for her flying visit, but I listened anyway. She explained that he had broken his arm, collarbone and a few ribs when his vehicle had left the road late at night. He had also suffered a severe concussion, and was a perfect match for me! I love how my sister constructs her sentences!
It wasn’t until she told me he was convalescing at a friend’s apartment just outside Monaco, and not one of his friends, but one of mine, that he was also writing a book. She went on to explain that during his convalescing and before he had to return to duty he was going to write it and that he needed help with his subject matter. She pointed out that she thought I needed to slow down a bit. She was right, again, and for over six weeks I had been living a wild existence. She said with Valentine’s Day coming up I would get the usual grilling from Mother about getting married, and what better way to fend her off than to tell her about Hugo?
For once, I was starting to agree with her. She was after all, always right – and I’m not joking. As soon as I arrived at the villa after dropping her at the airport, my phone rang. Geneva must have had it timed to perfection. It was Hugo. His voice sounded like chocolate, and he politely asked me to lunch and if I didn’t mind, could I help him with some holes in his story plot. My mind when into overdrive. I thought of all the holes that needed filling in my world. He took the momentary silence as me thinking about it. Well, would you please at least consider it, he said after a while. I know you are a very in demand person, your sister said I would be a lucky man if got to meet you, he continued as I hadn’t said anything for a few minutes. Meet up? My I thought, I’m already having sex with you in my mind right now.
I broke the silence on my end and said yes, thank you, Hugo, I would love to, and you sound like an interesting man. He couldn’t keep the excitement from his voice as he gave me details of our date. I bit my lip and listened to chocolate being spoken. He said he would let me get on with my evening and leave me in peace. I asked him if he wanted to share a bottle of wine at my place right now. There was silence for a second and then I heard keys rattle at the other end of the phone and I smiled to myself in the mirror and then bit my lower lip again. After he hung up my phone rang again, it was my ex. She said she was just about to board a flight from Stockholm and would be in Nice this evening, would I see her. I knew what that meant.
Who would I have to choose this weekend, Man or Woman? Or both?
I will tell all about how I managed to fit Hugo in, real soon!
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Have a fabulous weekend my lovelies.
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