Making it Real has a special place in my heart because it was one of my first NaNoWriMo stories, actually I beleive it was my third and it was certainly the first to go on and be published. I did make the 50k limit at the time but in editing I cut alot of it back but still Making it Real comes in at a hefty 40k making it my longest work available in eBook for your delectation.
So I was incredibly thrilled to see this 5 star review from Tamela Quijas for Making it Real.
First she starts by saying some incredibly nice things about me and my writing:
And then continues to sing the praise of my book:
You can pick up a copy of Making it Real from
And other good online books sellers. Now, do you want an excerpt? Good because so do I! First though, the blurb:
I held my breath and waited, refreshing manically until a reply showed up.
I’ve never got that cyber thing.
I replied that, when done right, it could be a really sexy experience. However, I thought it was far too easy to do it wrong. Trying to wank and type, for example, was pretty much a no-no.
How do you do it then? He asked and I replied before I even thought.
I could show you. Do you have IM?
My heart was in my throat, my typos going unchecked. I couldn’t look at anything open on my desktop. My hands were jittery and I felt like I couldn’t quite catch my breath. I had just asked this handsome young man to have cyber sex with me. Not only that, I made it sound like I was some kind of expert at it. What on God’s green earth had possessed me to do that?
Yes. My IM is WilliamBlake1.
I shakily typed in the name and sent off a request to chat with him. Now I was pretty sure I was dreaming. I would wake up and find my head on the keyboard. Still, my heart pounded all the harder when I remembered the enormous pressure on me to perform well. This could well be my one chance to show William that cyber sex was good…and maybe, just maybe, get him to interact with me sexually.
I might have been nervous, I might have been clammy and my fingers might have shaken a little, but my nipples were hard and my crotch was tingling.
Hey Mary, Would you do me a favor? While we’re chatting like this will you just call me Joe? I want to immerse myself in the fantasy.
Not a particularly weird request and one I acquiesced too easily. Okay, and you can call me Lucy, then we’re both in character. I couldn’t believe that it was really happening to me. I was waiting for him to call my bluff as I sent out my highly original message. All my imagination had left me. I was flailing and uninspired.
He replied straight away, catching me off guard. Hi Lucy, so what have you got to show me?
I thought for a moment, then typed. I decided to continue with the cheeky theme. It had gotten me this far.
Well I do believe, Sir, that you would like a demonstration of my Cyber sex technique. I’m going to show you how it’s done.
What do I have to do? He asked.
Answer when you can, but mostly just sit back and, erm, enjoy the experience. Now, what would you like me to do for you, Sir?
I knew he was a dominant kind of guy. I hoped to use that knowledge to my advantage.
Well, Lucy, I’ve had a long day at work and I ache all over…
I grinned as a spark of inspiration exploded in my mind.
Well in that case you need the cyber-deluxe whole body massage. Take off your clothes Sir, all of them, and lie yourself down on the massage table right there. I, of course, shall look the other way whilst you do so.
It seemed to be a long time before he got back to me. I squirmed in my chair, feeling my sticky thighs clinging to the soft leather beneath me.
Disrobed and lying down, ready for your ministrations.
I let myself have a moment to imagine that. His tall, lithe body stretched out, naked and waiting to be caressed by my hands. I was starting to wish I had some practice at typing one-handed.
Okay Sir, let me just get some of this oil warmed in my hands, I don’t want to chill you. Just lay still and relax, I’m going to start here on your shoulders. Oh, you are tense.
I imagined the scene completely as I lost myself in typing it. I was wearing a plain white overall, tight around my chest and left partially unbuttoned, revealing my creamy cleavage. I was leaning over him, feeling the heat rising from his body as I rubbed the knots from his shoulders and upper back. I took sly glances down to his perfectly curved and strokable, but only imagined, arse.
As he typed his moans, I heard them. The gasps and appreciative groans moved my hands lower down his back. I was smoothing and massaging as I spread silky soft oil with each stroke. I could visualise it. His taut, toned back with its sandy sun-dusted tones contrasting against the English paleness of my hands. I could feel my heart pumping harder, my loins contracting as I slipped down, heading towards those soft hillocks that I’d be desperate to get my hands on in real life.
I was hoping all my sexual tension and longing was coming through as I typed. I knew there would be typos since I was so worked up. I couldn’t take time to look at what I’d actually typed. I was just lost in the fantasy and I gave it my all.