Working On A Novel

I'm about half way (maybe a little more) with my latest novel starring the lovely Breanne.  It's entitled "The Trip" and she heads to Chicago to meet up with an online dom.  I'm really enjoying this story since it highlights her naivety as well as darker perversions so aptly.  I've always loved Breanne.  It could be why I write her in to so many adventures.

    She wasn’t exactly surprised by the attention.  The halter top she was wearing was a tad bit too small, with a plunging neckline, and the smooth curve of her young breasts swelled the cotton material in alluring ways.  More than a bit of her taut belly showed, the silver dangle piercing at the middle serving to pull eyes in, which then could not fail to notice the loose flared but very short skirt that seemed to barely cover her bottom and required almost constant attention not to expose more as she sat in her seat.  Her feet were clad in high heels, the bare toes exposed.  All in all, she expected to be watched with as much interest as she had for the rolling scenery below.
She squirmed in her seat, her knees together, trying not to let her skirt slide up any farther.  Already the journey had been torturous, and her squirming had caused her skirt to move higher than appropriate.      The man seated next to her, his suit jacket off and his tie loosened, surreptitiously stole glances at her legs as she moved them, her hips rocking as she let out a tiny involuntary moan.
    “You all right?”  He suddenly asked her, his voice filled with concern.  She turned, giving him a small smile and nodded.
    “Yes sir.  Thank you for asking.  It’s my first time flying and I didn’t realize the flight would be so long.”  Her flowing auburn hair cascaded down upon her shoulders, her green eyes flashing.
    “So are you catching a connecting flight at O’Hare?”  He inquired.
    She shook her head.  “No sir, I’m meeting someone.”
He nodded and then sighed softly.  “Well if you feel the need to get up and stretch your legs, I can always let you by.”  His offer held the promise of ulterior motives.
    Breanne Erikson nodded in appreciation, knowing full well that standing up and walking the aisle of the airplane was the last thing she needed to endure.  “Thank you sir, I appreciate the offer, but I’m actually very comfortable.  I’ll let you know if I need to get up sir.”
The businessman nodded and then with deliberate effort, took his eyes away from the smooth expanse of her legs and got out his laptop computer.  Breanne’s attention went back to the window as she thought about what a walk through the plane would do to her.  It wasn’t the embarrassment of having the other passengers see her.  She was used to that.  It was the two small rubber coated balls she had buried inside her body that would roll and ring gently as she walked down the aisle that concerned her.  Even seated, the ben wa balls were a continuous sensation, filling her sex, making her constantly aware of her panty-less and semi-aroused state.  But Bre was also used to it, and her lack of undergarments and the kinetic sex toy were merely personal accessories that stimulated her.

Doesn't that just make you want to read more?

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