A little fan fiction for your day.

A friend of mine once asked for a dirty story between Catwoman and Batgirl. I threw in a little Nightwing, just for the fun of it.

I don't own these characters. I just want to play dolls with them.

Batgirl in Bondage

                                                    

            “Oh, hell.”

            Batgirl rattled the bars of the human sized bird cage one more time. She’d lost her footing and fallen from the rafters while spying on the Penguin. The fall knocked her out, but fortunately her pride was the only thing hurt.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t helped by being locked up in this cage just barely tall enough to stand up and turn around it. She couldn’t stretch at all.

            He’d also taken her belt, leaving her with only a hairpin to attempt the sturdy lock.

            It wasn’t going anywhere, either.

            A rustle in the dark told her she wasn’t alone. She peered into the gloom.

            A shadow whooshed overhead. A flash of blue and black had her sagging against the bars.

            “Nightwing,” she breathed.

            Strong legs flexed as the former Boy Wonder landed in front of the cage. “Don’t worry, Batgirl. I’ve have you out of there in no time.”

            He reached for his belt, but before he could pull the lock picks from a pouch, bolos wrapped around his body. He dropped to the floor with an uncomfortable sounding thud.

            “Oh, I don’t think so, young ones,” a feline voice called from the corner. “I have plans and escape is nowhere on that list.”

           “Catwoman!”

            “What do you want?”

            They called out at the same time.

            The click of high heels heralded the burglar’s approach. Unusually enough, Catwoman’s usually modest full body suit was unzipped down past her breasts.

            Well shaped and generous breasts, Babs noticed, starting to sweat a bit. She discreetly tugged at the collar of her own costume.

            “What do I want?” she asked, her hips swaying with each casual step towards the captured pair. “To get my rocks off.”

            Nightwing shifted, but not before Babs could see a betraying bulge grow in his briefs. Oh, the bird had the hots for the cat, did he?

            Great. All those times she’d sparred with him in her jumpsuit with no panties and he never noticed. Fine. She could handle that. But Catwoman? What did she have that Babs didn’t?

            It wasn’t fair.

            Catwoman’s green eyes flicked over the man, lingering at his green briefs. But her gaze quickly settled on Bab’s breasts. “I set my trap just for you, pretty bat, not the harbinger of spring.” She stepped over Nightwing and with a move too fast even for Batgirl to follow, cuffed Bab’s wrists to the bars of the cage. Babs shook the thick plastic, but they held steady.

            Helpless.

“He might be a nice dessert, but you are my dinner.”

            With that, the beautiful, bad, bold, sexy woman ran her gloved hand down Bab’s  hip. Shivers followed the hot touch. Thousands of forbidden dreams raced through Batgirl’s head. All the times she’d been treated to a view of Catwoman’s luscious behind as they chased her over the rooftops, or saw the jiggle of breast under vinyl. Had all those been a long, calculated tease for her? Someone saw her as desirable instead of just a sidekick’s sidekick?

            Seduced, Bab’s body swayed closer to Catwoman’s insidiously gentle touch.

            “Hey, let her go!” Dick protested.

            Catwoman nudged his ribs with pointed toe of her boot. “And keep you, instead? You think you are fooling anyone?”

            Nightwing hissed at the contact, but his gaze never strayed from the view of feminine hands on Batgirl’s body.

            Catwoman snapped her fingers, drawing his attention. “If, and only if, you are very good, you will be allowed to complete your arousal. You are here only by accident. The Penguin was supposed to keep you and Batman too busy to try to ruin my plans for the evening. But since you are here…” she shrugged. “You get to watch me get what I want from the treasure you so ignorantly disregard.”

            With that, she found the hidden center zip for Bab’s costume and drew the tiny metal tab down, down, down, past her breasts, past her navel, all the way down to the top of her panties.

            By now soaked panties.

            Even aroused beyond all telling, Babs knew who touched her. Selina Kyle’s distinctive blue eyes blinked at her behind that sexy cat burglar mask. She blushed, remembering how the older woman had flirted with her at the Policeman’s Ball earlier in the week.

            Full lips curved in an amused smile, Selina peeled the fabric away from Bab’s body, exposing her bare breasts to the cool night air. Her pink nipples puckered and lifted. Shivers of embarrassment made her breasts swell even more even as Babs hid her face in her shoulder.

            Long fingers traced the curve of Bab’s breasts. Dick’s groan echoed against Selina’s purr. A satisfied smile crinkled the corners of Catwoman’s red painted mouth.

“Pretty. Very pretty.”  Then those red, red lips descended and enfolded a begging nipple.

The sucking sent scorching lines of arousal down Bab’s body, from nipple to clit to mouth to nipple again burning her until even the backs of her knees felt aching and sweaty. Her cunt pushed against the seam of her costume.

An unexpected hiss opened Bab’s eyes. A quick glance down showed her Nightwing wiggling next to Selina’s boot, his lips busy on the other woman’s thigh.

With her free hand buried in Dick’s hair, Selina wrested him away from her own body. Making him crawl on his knees, she forced him over to the cage and shoved his face into Bab’s crotch.

“Make her cum, clever bird. Let’s see what happens when you both finally get what you want.”

She couldn’t help it. Babs lifted her legs and braced them against the bars of the cage, letting Nightwing have his fill of her pussy. Frustration at the lack of proper friction moved her hips hard as his lips moved.

            “Tsk. Hold on,” Selina said. A final tug of the zipper, and Batgirl’s costume hung free, held in place only by the cuffs and her boots.

            “Oh, sweet God,” Bab’s moaned as Dick’s tongue darted into her wet, slippery cunt. He moaned and slurped just like a man enjoying a delicious meal. Selina’s mouth went back to work at Bab’s nipples.

            Arousal never felt like this when she was alone in bed, dreaming of bodies against her. The muscles in her lower body clenched, curling her pubis tighter and tighter as the orgasm wound its way up.

            Then somehow Selina managed to reach her hand around Bab’s ass and shoved fingers in Bab’s aching vagina, tipping her over the edge.

            A scream pulled her throat back as the orgasm exploded again and again, sending her muscles into spasm. As the shudders loosed, she hung in the cage by her wrists. Pleasure warred with sadness. Surely Catwoman would let them go now, and Babs would be alone again.

            “No worries, little bat,” a voice whispered in her ear.

            Babs opened her eyes. Catwoman stood naked in front of her and Nightwing. “I’m nowhere near done.”

            A bit more pushing and shoving and Catwoman had Nightwing’s erect cock poised at Bab’s gate. Limber as one of her cats, Selina climbed the cage, her wet pussy just inches away from Bab’s mouth.

            “Now, fuck her. Fuck her until she can’t see straight.”

            Eagerness clear even under his mask, Nightwing shoved his cock hard into Babs. And how did he fit! A slight upward curve to his penis made Dick’s strokes a perfect hit against the sensitive spot on the top of her vagina. Even with his arms still bound by the bolo’s ties, he managed to set a grueling pace.

            “And now, to repay your Mistress for the favors,” Selina whispered. “Pleasure me.”

            Thousands of hours of fantasies of pussy didn’t measure up to the reality of Catwoman’s salty quim riding Bab’s tongue. As curved hips snapped against her face, Babs heard Selina talking.

            “Oh, yes, the two of you belong to me, now, don’t you?”

            Babs vigorously nodded – anything to keep this pleasure going.

            Dick gasped out, “Yes, Mistress.”

At their compliance, Selina grabbed Bab’s head and demanded, “Then make me cum all night, you good slaves.”

Many hours later, when Batman finally stopped the Penguin, he backtracked his way to where he’d lost Batgirl and Nightwing. Under his cowl, his eyebrows rose to his hairline. Selina, Dick, and Babs lay in a sweaty, naked heap on their discarded costumes. Dick and Babs flanked Selina, both of them half asleep with a nipple in their mouths and drowsy fingers rubbing her clit.

Selina looked up from her pile of love slaves and said, “What kept you? I expected you twenty minutes ago. Get over here.”

         
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What fan fiction do you like?  What characters in popular fiction make your tail twitch?

Reliving the past.

Today, I was looking through old files for some inspiration. And I found a story I had written back in 1995.

On Green Street

     I love to play in Green Street. 

     Let me explain. In Champaign, Illinois, the main road through the University of Illinois campus is Green Street.  On the north side of the street reside the engineers.  To the south are liberal arts, ag, LIS, and the rest.  And the cities of Urbana and Champaign had been built over a swamp that had been drained.  So when it rains, the water table rises quickly and fiercely.  The Boneyard Creek flows fast and hard and the streets flood (along with basements and sewers).  On Green Street, when it rains, the water gathers and runs in the gutters, overspilling into the street ‑‑ turning this road into a fountain.

     During the brutally hot summers we get here, the summer rains are a blessing and a curse.  Sometimes they bring cool relief, sometimes they just bring more steam.  But they bring flooding to the cities, too ‑ dangerous, slippery.  And they fill the streets with water ‑ warm, inviting, cleansing.  I have splashed in puddles as deep as my ankles and waded in ponds up to my hips on Green Street.

     One very rainy day, my lover and I had walked to get food at AJ Wingers.  This was a very special man.  Of course, all of my lovers were wonderful but this one....Ah, words fail me.  Skilled, compassionate, loving, passionate, uninhibited, ‑  no words can fully explain this one.  Someone once tried to pin me down on his most wonderful trait.  Stammering, I had replied that he was a good listener.

            As we walked, the rain kept coming.  We watched the rain fall as we ate and we kissed the sauce off of each others' faces.  We began the walk back - giggling over our folly at not driving or taking the bus.  The rain kept falling.  Our shoes immediately drenched through, no matter how much we tried to avoid the puddles.  Our jeans clung to our skin.  We took off our shoes and splashed through parking lots, curbs, and streets.  Cars would pass and splash water as high as our heads.

            We got to his apartment, and shrieking with laughter at ourselves, we peeled our clothes off and draped them over chairs and doors.  We wrung out our socks in the bathroom sink, and put our shoes over radiator vents.  We eventually showered, embracing the heat and steam of this water as gleefully as we had embraced the rain.  We kissed and kissed and kissed under the hissing showerhead. His hands, so large and competent, lathered my back and legs, rubbing circulation back into my feet and neck.  I stroked soap into his chest and armpits, playing with his body hair.  We kissed some more.  For the rest of my life, I will see him like this, his head tilted under the streaming water, his hair slicked back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open at the pleasure of taking a shower.

   

         We dried off using his one towel (for all of his wonderful traits, sometimes he was almost a stereotypical single man), still kissing, still giggling.  His kisses remain on my mind - so intense that the sensation of his lips blotted out the world and destroyed rational thought.  How to describe it?  He kissed like my mouth, my pleasure and his, were the only things that existed or ever will exist.  He kissed as if kissing alone were the most divine pleasure ever given, not as a prelude or introduction, something perfunctorily done to satisfy protocol.  He kissed me like my mouth was his Holy Grail and his True Cross combined.  He kissed as though he meant it.

            We shimmied under his covers and our bodies entwined, wrapping around each other.  Sometimes I felt like our bodies were two pieces of rope, coming together in a knot.  We kissed and touched and sucked.  We made love.

            Even now, my hips curl and my stomach clenches at the memory of that afternoon - at a lovemaking so profound, so powerful, so intense.  It was the sum of my universe - it was slow and powerful, it was fast and fierce. 

            We were falling in love. 

            In a way we never had before, and never will again.

            And our bodies betrayed it.\

***
Have you fallen in love in a way that changed you?

Every day pleasures.

There are days when the rain is coming down too hard for words and you are feeling sad and scattered.

Me contemplating my current work in progress.

All you can do, then, is find a small pleasure and let it soothe your raw edges. Like letting the Rain Chains do their Rain Thing. That can bring a smile on even the rainiest of days!
 

Would I call it Rain Chaining? 

What are your small pleasures? What brings less stress to you?

I still don't know what I'm doing, but I'm not going to stress about it!

Cool stuff at my desk: Part Seven

I am so ready if I need to bring a mini disco ball to a party!

Cool stuff at my desk, part six.

For the days I need an extra brain.  

I had to correct its grammar. Think original? Really???

 

Dracula's Secret, Book One. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula's Desires, Book Two. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula Unleashed, Book Three. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Predator and Prey

Here's a teaser from my short story, Predator and Prey, available here at Amazon.com, 

for a mere $.99!

 “’Police Stymied by Latest Co-ed Murder’. Excellent.” Stewart giggled over his Google results. The next headline made him smile even more. Propped on his lumpy green sofa, he clicked on the link. His sweaty fingers slipped on the laptop’s touchpad but the article opened.

Shrieks of laughter outside his efficiency apartment crashed through his concentration. He winced. Swell. People. He cranked his head to see out his big front window. A young couple lingered in front of the vacancy across the narrow yard. Even worse. New neighbors.

There were two reasons he lived in this old remodeled hotel: the absentee management and the quiet. Noise irritated him.

     With the curtains gaping, those people could see right into his place, too. He pushed off the couch and opened his front door. There, hidden behind the mesh of his screen door, he stared unimpeded across the narrow yard between the two single story buildings.

Their keys fell to the ground with a clank. For some inane reason, this made them throw their heads back in giddy laughter. The man picked up the key ring and fitted one into an apartment. The woman tittered as she propped open their screen door. Her adoring eyes never left her partner’s face. Shiny matching gold bands twinkled off their fingers.

     Stewart stared through their uncurtained window as the wife – rosy cheeked, with tiny bejeweled ears, long curly light blonde hair, a curvy figure, and a gorgeous smile – put down her package in the middle of the small apartment. She laughed again and spun in a circle. Her hair lifted away from her body. Stewart raised his eyebrows at the way her breasts swayed. Her companion, a tall, broad shouldered blond, looked at the woman, a besotted expression on his face.

     Stewart smiled and plucked at the corners of his moustache. This had promise.

And a review, from Brian Enigma!

A quick flash of story that starts out feeling formulaic, but pays off with a delightful and dark twist that I'm sure would make fans of Tim Burton or Neil Gaiman happy. 

Only .$99!

The rise of cool stuff at my desk.

 

 My jade magnifying glass and a beautiful statement for my nervous mind.

Tranquility has no boundaries.

Dracula's Secret, Book One. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula's Desires, Book Two. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula Unleashed, Book Three. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Cool stuff at my desk rides again!

The text reads:
This creature is a performance organist. Recently he feels that he has exhausted his repertoire of Romantic compositions. He would like to be adopted into an American home in order to properly learn the culture of jazz. He feels the jazz organ is a highly neglected genre and nees some filling out. His favorite classical composer if Bromanavich.

Ain't he a cutie!

 

Dracula's Secret, Book One. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula's Desires, Book Two. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Dracula Unleashed, Book Three. At Amazon. At Barnes and Noble.
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Son of Cool Stuff on my Desk.

 Is there anything left to say?

Impossible you say? Nothing is impossible when you work for the circus.

Return of cool stuff on my desk.

I have a vintage Zero from The Nightmare Before Christmas!

Because, of course, Zero was a dachshund.

See? Look at that wiener dog nose!

Cool stuff at my desk.

Over the years, I've decorated my desk with cool, weird things. If you are going to have stuff in your life, it should be stuff that makes you smile. 

This fabulous zebra striped high heeled tape dispenser is one of the first things I see when I sit down at my desk.  It reminds me of the importance of fashion and glamor. :)

Romance writers RULE!

 Back in July, I went to Atlanta, Georgia for the Romance Writers of America National Conference.

I was thrilled to be a part of Kensington Publishing's cocktail party. I drank delicious Kir Royale (Sparkling Wine and Chambord) and got to spend time with some of the neatest people in the publishing industry.

Above, and to the right, Alicia Condon, Editorial Director of the Brava Imprint

Jax Cassidy and Lori Sjoberg.
Ain't they cool??

Lori Sjoberg, Evelyn Adams, YA author Marni Bates, and Jax Cassidy.






Causing trouble is what we do best!

Me showing off my ability with funny faces!

Dracula's Secret teaser for the day!

Random Quote from Dracula's Secret, now out in trade paperback!

The smell of cloves and musk and blood on her hands made her mouth water. Unthinking, Valerie licked her index finger. At the first taste of Lance’s blood, her nipples burned and her mouth tingled, as though she’d sipped from the sun.

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Wise words.

Therese Patrick

Romance writers are generous and loving and kind. Don't believe me? Listen to these wonderful words by Therese Patrick to me, when I was despairing that I couldn't write for 8 hours at a time.

Write for 8 hours on end? Good grief! 4 - tops. I'm not into turning my mind and body over to a muse for half of my consciousness each day. Writers need to be living life in order to write about it. 8 hours of butt in chair every day is not living life, it's avoiding the stories that are developing and evolving all around us.

Stories come from people. 4 hours of being out in the world where people are walking and talking - then 4 hours of butt in chair... Or 4 hours of reading followed by 4 hours of writing.

You can't write about life if you are not living life or reading about life. Find your own personal balance then celebrate that! The words will live there.

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Co-founder of  Author Marketing 101 with C. Morgan Kennedy.  AM101 is FREE marketing advice and actionable tips for authors. We present workshops and our AM101 Guide & Journal will be published in the fall of 2013!  Our 7 Primary Points can be applied to Artists and Small Business owners who are looking to stand out from the crowd in the internet cloud.  Change the words that apply to authors and books to your title and product and have fun online.

Blast from the Past.

Note: I am currently at the Romance Writers of America National Conference. While I'm gone, I'm reposting some of my older blog entries. This one is about how writers figure out their characters.




Every writer finds ways to make her characters three-dimensional and interesting. We fill out character sheets, brainstorm via longhand in cheap (or expensive, depending on your personality) notebooks, post pictures of what we think they look like - the list goes on and on.

Archetypes or stock characters are fantastic starting places. Often people get quite upset about these ideas, claiming that using them leads to one-dimensional characters or stereotyping. In the hands of a writer who isn't paying attention, yes. That can happen. I really like the way Christopher Vogler puts it in The Writer's Journey:

Looking at the archetypes....as flexible character functions rather than rigid character types, can liberate your storytelling. It explains how a character in a story can manifest the qualities of more than one archetype.

Every good story reflects the total human story, the universal human condition of being born into the world, growing, learning, struggling to become an individual, and dying. Stories can be read as metaphors for the general human situation, with characters who embody universal...qualities, comprehensible to the group as well as the individual. (pgs. 30-33)

Here are just a few archetype systems that writers I know use.

Joseph Campbell

Joseph Campbell's breakdowns which includes categories such as Hero, Mentor, Threshold Guardian, Herald, Shapeshifter, Shadow, and Trickster.

Visconti-Sforza Tarot.

The Tarot- Which has the advantage of very pretty art in addition to helping figure out character traits.

Astrological signs (a perennial favorite)


Gods and Goddesses of various pantheons (I have a weakness for the Greeks, but I've found inspiration in other religions, too)






I'll be getting into these ideas into great depth in later posts. Let me know if you want me to go into the whole Jung/Joseph Campbell origins of modern thought on archetypes. It's fascinating and I love it, but I can be long winded about it.