Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year!


May all your wishes for this upcoming year 2010 become true.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!!

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!
Here's a little spicy gift from me to you!

note: That's Peter Steele, singer of Type O'Negative in the image ;-)

Oh Christmas Tree

Hannah tried not to panic. The Christmas tree was on fire. No big deal. All she had to do was throw something atop the damn plastic fir.
Nope that definitely did not help. Her hands began to shake. Get help. Yes, her mind was still functioning. She threw open her door and pummeled on her neighbor's front door.

"Help, my Christmas tree...," she began to explain.

"Good lord, Hannah, I, I can smell it from here."

In three strides, Maxwell had grabbed his fire extinguisher, run to Hannah's house and turned off the small fire.

"Whew, it was lucky I had that extinguisher huh, Hannah?" Max did not turn to look at her. He had already seen more than his body could take when she bashed against his door. All in a single glance, even half asleep as he had been, he had noticed that she was scantily dressed: a burgundy colored robe that was open and revealed tight black pajama shorts and a matching tank top. His mind and certain parts of his anatomy had registered the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Max licked his lips remembering the view of her hard nipples stretching the thin tank top. For a moment, he thought he was having one of his recurrent dreams in which Hannah finally contemplated him as something more than the friendly next-door neighbor. Unfortunately, he had smelled the burnt plastic and realized that it was no dream. A sniffle brought him out of his reverie.


Max turned around. He found Hannah staring dumbly at the grotesque burnt plastic and the gaping black hole on her rug. Unable to stop himself he went to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Hannah turned to look at him, tears in her eyes.

"My first Christmas alone and it's ruined," she whispered sadly.

"Well, just because you don't have a Christmas tree," he began.

"It's all ruined Max," she wiped her tears away angrily. "I try to be positive, to make pretend that things don't always go wrong, but I have a hole on my floor, a deformed tree and my whole apartment smells like burnt plastic."

"You can come sleep at my place if the smell bothers you." The words were out of his mouth before he was even aware that he was saying them.

Hannah stared at the mess again in silence. Her apartment stunk and she knew that if she stayed she'd lay awake the rest of the night trying to clean out the mess and pondering why her life was so miserable and why she was so damn shy that she couldn't stand on her tip toes and kiss Max, like she'd been wanting to do almost from the moment they met a year ago.
Max softly pressed Hannah's shoulder, trying to encourage her to make a decision.

Hannah shivered from head to toe at the sudden contact. She glanced at Max, and her breath caught in her throat. How could she not have noticed he was wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms? Moreover, she could almost perfectly see the outline of his...


She glanced up at Max's face that was waiting for her to make a decision. Finally, she nodded.

Max smiled. "We'll open the windows so the smell can filter out and you can come over. By tomorrow morning it will be gone and we can pick up this mess."

He went about opening the windows as Hannah stared after him. She felt her pulse quicken as she saw his muscles move beneath his skin, opening the windows, drawing back the curtains. Her breath hitched in her throat as she imagined herself going to him and hugging him from behind. She would press herself against his back and snake her hand across his firm stomach, then lower until she found the waistband that held back his cock. Then she’d…

Max felt her shiver beneath his hand. Quickly, he passed a hand through his hair. It was the only thing that he could do to stop himself from picking Hannah up and ravaging her with a kiss.

“Why don’t we head over to my place, you seem to be cold.”

Hannah nodded. She grabbed the keys and followed Max outside and into his apartment.

“Would you like something to drink? A hot cocoa, maybe some coffee, or,”

Hannah laughed. “That’s all right, Max. I don’t need anything. Is that your Christmas tree?”

She walked over to the living room, where a medium sized tree glowed with fairy lights and red and silver ornaments. I don’t need anything except you, she thought. Fortunately, she had spotted the Christmas tree and had been able to change subjects.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s much prettier than mine,” she replied laughing, Hannah turned to look at Max. Her breath caught in her throat. He stood at the entrance to the living room, leaning on the doorframe, the glow of the Christmas lights, lighting up his features. A red light would shine on his shoulder length brown hair, a green one would make his eyes seem feline, a white light would outline his square jaw, another red one, would highlight the hard plains of his hairless chest, another light would make his stomach sparkle. Hannah forced herself to look up, as she did, Max turned to look at her, and Hannah gasped. His green eyes raked over her body and landed on her face, desire clearly written on them.

Max stayed near the door. He was suddenly aware how close Hannah was to him, and he was afraid that if he got much closer his body would deceive him. Then he had seen her standing before the Christmas tree, admiring it with a smile that could melt any man’s heart. He tried to avoid looking at her when she felt her eyes on him, but inevitably he had turned and it was then, seeing her large brown eyes scanning him, and that darn robe falling open again, that he acted.

Before Hannah realized what was happening, Max was upon her. His arms circled around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips found hers and crushed them. Max yearned to feel every part of her petite frame molded against him, but overall he wanted to taste her mouth. He licked her lips, gently prying them open. As soon as she allowed him entrance, he pushed inside, beginning a savage dance with her tongue.

Hannah moaned. Her tongue was wrestling with Max’s, and her body was firmly pressed against his, brushing against the hard shaft that had aroused between them. She felt on fire, as his hands began to caress his way inside her robe.
Without releasing her mouth, Max helped her remove her robe. He pulled her shirt up and fondled her breasts.

A pool of desire began to build inside Hannah. It started at her mouth, made contact with her breasts which prickled underneath Maxwell’s attention, and finally landed at her core.
Max, liberated her mouth and lowered his head between her breasts. He proceeded to lick them and then, finally, he placed her hard nipple into his mouth, suckling on them with hunger. Hannah moaned again, as she curled her hands around Max’s hair, encouraging him to suckle her harder.

Max lowered his hands from her waist to her firm bottom. He gripped one firm globe and then the other, but he wanted more of Hannah. He pulled off her shorts, and fondled her moist lips. Another moan from Hannah, encouraged him, and he inserted a finger in her wet center.

Hannah began to buck against Max’s finger, but it was not enough. The movement of his hand only made her ache for him to increase.

“Max, please.”

Maxwell rose and looked at the woman before him. Her short black hair was disheveled, her mouth slightly open was red and lush, and her eyes were hazy with desire.

“I want you now,” Hannah managed to say.

She knew she did not need to say anything, her body betrayed her. She had never wanted any man as much as she wanted Max at that moment. However, his scrutiny of her was driving her wild. She wanted him in her and she could tell that he wanted the same.

Hannah threw of her shirt, then, locked her thumbs on the rubber waistband of his pants and tugged down. She heard Max’s hiss of air as the cold air hit his aroused member. She smiled and proceeded to lower his pants. She finally looked up at him when she placed her small hand around his thick shaft. Hannah licked her lips. Max stared down at her, his eyes bright with lust. Hannah bent forward, ready to lick and suck on the delicious meal before her.

“Not now,” he growled. Stooping down, he picked her up. Immediately, Hannah entwined her legs around him, ready to feel her wet core completed.

“Wait,” Max said, his voice husky.

He marched with her to a nearby cupboard, tugged open a drawer and pulled out a condom.

“Thanks,” Hannah said as she helped him unroll the plastic wrapper. Max gave her a grin that set her off again. She pulled him close and nibbled his lips, while her body, with the help of his hand against her buttocks, found the way to settle against him.

Hannah moaned loudly as Max pushed her against the wall and entered her. In agonizingly slow strokes, he began to push himself in and out of her.

“Don’t,” Hannah murmured in frustration. She kissed him, and grinded herself against him, increasing the tempo to a wild ride.

Max groaned. He felt Hannah’s nails rake his back, her vagina walls contract against his cock, and her cries of delight as she reached her orgasm. He bit her neck as he too reached completeness

They lay together on the floor, as if in a daze, bathed only by the soft glow of the Christmas tree’s fairy lights.

Max caressed her face with tenderness.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wished for this?” he shook his head and smiled.

Hannah took his hand and kissed it. She held it to her cheek. “Probably not as much as I.”

Max kissed her and looked up at the glowing Christmas tree. “I’m glad your tree burnt.”

Hannah laughed. She looked at the beautiful fern. “Me too. Hey, what’s that?” she asked, noticing a small package with a red ribbon around it placed under the tree.

“I don’t know. I did not leave any presents under the tree.”

Hannah stretched out her arm and grabbed the box. She brought it closer to the light.

“You didn’t but Santa did,” she laughed, as she read the tag.

Max brought her to him, and grabbed the box. He too began to laugh.

“I guess nothing escapes Santa, huh?” He kissed Hannah as he momentarily tossed aside the packet of condoms which they would surely be using.

Monday, December 21, 2009


If you like epic stories, battles, fantasy and romance: go watch Avatar. Now.
It might seem like your usual "hero saves the day" story, but it definitely has something special which makes it worth watching.
James Cameron has opened the door to a whole new fantasy world which could turn out to be pretty big.
By the way, The New York Times, has published a "James Cameron Question and Answer":
After watching this movie I really feel like writing something...but I can't set my mind to a single topic. Isn't fantasy such a wonderful thing?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Nanowrimo accomplished!

I thought I would not make it...I came really close not to finishing (those last 5000 words...ouch), but it seems Alexander and Angelica had to prevail.
Now, comes the really hard part: Editing!
(but that will have to be much later, right now, I have to get back to studying >< two tests coming up...argh!)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


I don't think I'm going to make it this year ><

20068 / 50000 words. 40% done!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The beginning...Nanowrimo

It's back. Nanowrimo is back to haunt any authors dreams...
I've signed up again, though I have the feeling that this year I have even less time than last (loads to studies, articles to write and work, all jumbled up), nonetheless, I'm going to give it a try.
I've started late, well, just 4 days late, mainly because I couldn't set my mind on writing exclusively about romance or fantasy. After asking several people, romance Alex and Angelica have sprung to life.
Let's see where it all will head.

1000 / 50000 words. 2% done!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Happy Halloween!!

I know it's still a few hours away, but I'm going to be very busy tomorrow scaring the neighborhood kids :) So have yourself a very, very Happy and Spooky Night! Here's a little wicked story for your pleasure ;-)
Witch Master

“Come,” she ordered.

He obeyed without question, following her into the chamber.

“Close the door.”

He did and stood rigid next to the door. She had turned her back to him, so he took the opportunity to survey her discreetly.

The rumor was true. She was a witch, a sorcerer in the power of the King, his step brother. He fought back the urge to curl his fist in anger. He had to keep up the pretence, at least for a few more minutes.

Sasha waved her hands over a steaming silver cup, cooling it instantly.


He went to her and stopped mere inches from her face.
She took in the sight of him. He was handsome, very handsome. Naked as he was before her, except for the slip around his privates, he caused her blood to burn. He was tall, lean even. His chest was broad and soft to the touch. She thought she heard him hiss, but that was not possible because they had drugged him.

Her eyes travelled from his chest to his face. He was exquisite: a firm square jaw covered by a three day beard, a chiseled nose, hair the color of walnuts and eyes the color of amber. Like Justin’s. She sighed.

She looked up at him again and met his eyes. They were not languid like they should be. They had a fire in them, a fire that she knew well. Her imagination had to be tricking her.

“Drink,” she ordered. Her voice was shaking. She let her gaze drop.

She took a step back. It could not be. She looked up at him again. His eyes burnt through hers. Slowly, he retrieved the cup from her shaking hands. He spilled the liquid onto the stone floor. She took another step back.
He set the cup on the table and took a step forward. She took another step back. She began to shake her head. Her mouth opened to scream.

His lips pressed against hers in a fervent kiss. A warm trail of tears slipped from her eyes in silence. Justin pressed her to him hungry for the feel of her subtle curves against him. Sasha gasped when she felt the hardness of his shaft pressing against her. It had been so long. For a moment, she tried to break from the embrace, fearing that the figure before her was a succubus. The thought vanished when he gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.

Justin opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out. He pulled Sasha to him and ripped at her bodice. Her breasts fell free of the binding cloth. Startled she let out a small cry that became a moan when his mouth tasted and lavished her breasts like a starved newborn.

Sasha whimpered. She tangled her trembling hands through his hair, pulling at him, trying to make him understand that she needed him in her. He knew. Unceremoniously, he lifted her skirts and pulled down her undergarments. She stepped out of them and he pressed her roughly against the wall.
He draped his strong arms around her waist and lifted her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sasha gasped loudly as she felt his thick shaft find his way into her moist warmth.

He pushed. She shoved. Together, they created a steady rhythm. Fast and Furious, like two starved animals, their moans seemed to echo in the potion’s chamber.
Sasha opened her eyes and found his persistent stare.

“Justin,” she cried as waves of pleasure cursed through her.

“Sasha,” he moaned, too consumed in his own pleasure to say anything else.

For another second, Sasha wondered if she had just given her soul to the devil. If it was so, she didn’t care. She was not ashamed to admit that it was not the first time that she had toyed with the idea of making a pact with the Dark Lord if only he would give her, her soul mate back.
Justin dropped a kiss on the top of her head. He heard the clamor of a horn in the distance. His men were in the castle, he knew he should go and join them, tell them he was still alive, but he could not leave her side, not again.

Her legs shook as they dropped to the floor. If he hadn’t been holding her, she knew she would have fainted. She had to ask.

“Are you,” her voice betrayed her. She coughed. “Are you a ghoul?” she managed to whisper into Justin’s chest. He took a step back and she feared she had insulted him.

“No, Sasha, Sasha.” Justin saw her tears begin anew. He brought her to him and picked her up like a child. “My sweet angel, I’m no devil. I’ve come back home. I’ve come back for you, Sasha. Forever.”

Friday, October 2, 2009

I wanna do bad things with you...

I haven't been doing much these past days...except feed my on growing obession with the HBO TV Series "True Blood".

I haven't read the books...but as for the series, if you haven't seen it, it's a must!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Stop by and read

The Long and The Short of it have published my short story "The Awakening". Don't be a stranger! Stop by and take a look. Hope you enjoy it ;-)

ps: I really like the cover they made for the story :)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The beginning of the end

Summer is not officially over, but nonetheless, as September begins, the warmth fades and life takes once more its ordinary routine...

Monday, August 3, 2009

Adrian Hates

Adrian Hates, singer of Diary of Dreams.

Just imagine if he looked at you...mmmm...
Now imagine he whispers in your ear...shiver...

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

How to prevent reader boredom...

Thanks to this article:

I have just found at what was wrong with the novel I was trying to edit.
It's a major mess that needs a lot of fixing, but I'm so giddy with my discovery that I'm actually looking forward to it.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

I want you...

“I want you, I need you, I cannot live without you,” he whispered into her ear.

His voice was pure ecstasy to her, deep, rich and hoarse with desire. His words meant the world to her, but she wasn’t going to let him know just yet.

“Really?” she replied, running a finger down his naked torso.

“I touch you, I breath you, I can never get enough.” He nuzzled her neck.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Elwenfir

It all began when the Mother of all, created the elements Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Aether. From them she created many creatures but none as special as the Elwenfir.

The Elwenfir were children born from the depths of each element, their power therefore was the greatest of all on our planet. Airiana daughter of the Air, Earchilion son of the Earth, Waeau son of the Water, Stiarnila, daughter of Aether, and Dethef son of Fire.

Different as they were each had a different point of view on how to use their powers.

Waeau thought that other creatures had the right to know and be taught new powers and in turn the Elwenfir could learn from them.

Airiana and Earchillion thought that each creature and Elwenfir should keep to themselves.

Stiarnila and Dethef were of the mind that their power was to be used to control other creatures and for their own personal gain.

Each child of the element chose their own path, and from them the destiny of the human kind was born.

I really like it when I find snippets of things I've written a long time ago.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Standing on a crossroad...

Well I'm finally done with my exams! Summer holidays have begun and I can almost fully concentrate on writing. The problem is I have many projects in mind and I don't know with which one to start...

Sunday, April 5, 2009

With a little less wisdom...

I've just started my Easter break! And the first thing that occurs to my precious mind is to go to the dentist and get one of my wisdom teeth pulled out...
So here I am with a slightly puffy cheek and a hole in my mouth... but nonetheless with great new writing ideas :)

Ah, the magic of spring :p

Monday, March 9, 2009

The dreaded SYNOPSIS

Yes, I'm terribly stuck with that which all authors dread but which they must face at a giving moment: Writing a Synopsis.

I've tried doing it twice today, and haven't gotten very far (not to say that it all majorly sucks and that all I've done is reread my novel-oh how lovely it is!), but now I've discovered this page which seems to have a lot of useful information:

I haven't been able to see it all, but so far it looks good so, hopefully next time I'll be able to say I have a full synopsis!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Bye Bye Russia!

After writing an 100 page project on Russian Foreign Policy I pretty much feel that I can do anything!!

And to top off this short entry a nice little song from Finnish group Sentenced:

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Do you know?

"Do you know how hard it is to please? To love comes easily enough, but to please forever is a hard task."

"Is it that you don't love me then?" the Lady asked.

He could see the slight tremble in her lip, the fear in her enormous eyes, the furrow in her perfect brow.

"You know I do," he replied, bending down to kiss away the crease in her forehead, the tremble on her rosy lips.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Sometimes you feel that your body is too heavy, you can't take it anymore, your mind is going to burst...and then you hear it. The first few notes of a song and something awakens inside you...there are things worth living for after all.

note: I'm still studying for exams. My mom got an operation last Tuesday. Everthing went well, she's back home, although still feeling ill, of course.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Will Smith and Gabriele Muccino

Last Monday January 12 actor Will Smith and movie director Gabriele Muccino came to my university to present their latest movie "7 pounds".
This movie, which came out in the States in December is being shown in cinemas starting today (January 16).
After previewing the movie and a few minutes of impatient waiting, Will Smith came into the auditurium embraced by applause and camara flashes. Behind him followed director Gabriele Muccino.
After the faculty's dean asked a question, the students were allowed to do the same. Unfortunately, it was the dean who was giving out the microphone and hand picking the students that were allowed to ask (he only gave the mic to the right side of the auditorium, the left side were several hands were raised -including mine- was ignored).
The first boy to ask, showed some cheek and after getting his Prince of Bel Air dvd signed, and a hug from Wll SMith, he asked his question. I don't recall all the questions that were asked, but in general...
"What would you say saves your soul?" (Smith answered that his wife, while Muccino said it was his children and being a father).
"What movie genre do you prefer?" (Comedy)
"What advice do you give to students who are pursuing a cinematographic career?"
I don't remember the rest, although there were only 2 or 3 more.
After that short bit, in which Will showed his friendliness, his domain of the spanish language and his good humour, they left.

It was a memorable day which left everyone in that auditorium with a big smile upon their lips.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Will Smith & Gabriele Muccino present 7 pounds!

I must go to bed ( I have to wake up at 6 tomorrow) but first...Will Smith and movie director Gabriele Muccino came to my University today!!!

I'll try to update tomorrow and tell all about such an exciting event...but here's a picture as a treat!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Snow in Madrid Center

It's been more than 10 years since Madrid center suffered from a snow storm. Yesterday it all arrived unexpectedly.
I live in the outskirts of Madrid and it was not snowing. My surprise was huge when I stepped out of the subway (it was 8:45am)and saw that everything was snowed (and increasing) in the capital.

Photo taken from This is a picture of Madrid Center Sol.

Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

And it all comes to an end...

And no other way to express how one feels than with this Garfield strip:

ugh, back to waking up at 6:30am....What a drag!

ps: Click on the comic strip to see it fully. (I have no idea why Blogger cuts half of it out >.<)

Monday, January 5, 2009

Happy Three King's Day

Today fifth of January, many homes celebrate the arrival of the Three King's, The Three Wise Men, or the Three King's from the East. These three men,Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar (Gaspar, Melchor and Baltasar in Spanish) are said to have visited Jesus after his birth bearing gifts.

Years ago in Spain, Santa Claus did not exist and the Three King's were the one's in charge of bringing gifts to the children.
Across the years the presence of Santa Claus has come to play an important part in Spanish homes, but the Three King's are still the main characters during this festive season.
Spanish children send their letters to their favorite King: Melchor, Gaspar or Baltasar and await eagerly for their arrival tonight.
So strong is the tradition that many towns (even small villages) prepare a royal mailbox for the children to deposit their letters in and if not the Royal mailman goes to each village picking up the letters.
Even if there is no mailbox there usually is a "Cabalgata" or parade, in which the Three King's riding on their camels appear before the children throwing candy.
The most recognized Cabalgata is the one celebrated in Spain's capital, Madrid.

Melchor in last year's Three King's Parade.