Chapter 3.5

Jeremiah shivers. I pullback and take in the picture. His penis is a beautiful thing. His thick shaft is a special treat. It is time to fully indulge myself. I greedily take in the tip again then slowly make my way down. Once I have him in my mouth as fully as I can take him in this car, I ya my hand to grip his base. I stroke him at the same pace. Slowly at first. The tempo get more ravenous with each passing. The hand and mouth working in tandem with pleasuring Jeremiah the sole goal. I wrap my tongue around his cock and increase the pressure. I quicken the pace and feel the pulsing that happens right before a man comes. Screaming my name, pulling off the road to regroup, Jeremiah pants and struggles to regain his control.

Chapter 3.4

Jeremiah is holding my hand as we are well, stuck on the Pacific Coast Highway.apparently everyone is looking to get into it out of Malibu. He won’t tell me where we are headed. So I do what every turned on, sexed up, horny young woman who is staring luxuriously at one scrumptious morsel of man does. I reach over cup his face, then kissed his cheek. I kiss his jaw and lower to his neck and kiss again. I take my time, lean in farther and take long inhale. His scent envelopes me. I cradle in the crook of his neck. Realizing my luck that he is wearing a button up Hawaiian style shirt, I kiss at the v his top button. I lick a little and he shudders. Power surges through me and makes me bold. I feel the heady with energy abuzz in my system.

Taking the power further in, I tackle button after button as I flick his skin making my way down. He is halfheartedly trying to get me to stop. Keeping his eyes on the road takes all his focus. A quick nibble and suck as I reach his pants. I look up to see the struggle in his eyes. I just can’t help myself. I haven’t actually done this before. With a glint in my eye and a devious mind, I release the button and smile as the sound of his pants being unzipped. This girl is having a great day, Jeremiah is going commando! I grab his cock. It is hard and waiting to be fully free of his pants.

His cock in hand, I adjust his pants and his pulsing lollipop has come out to play. I again glance up just as Jeremiah glances down. Our eyes lock for a moment, then his focus is back on the road. Then his other little eye looks like it might be crying. Oh my special treat, let me take care of you. I lick the tip of his rod where a bit of precum. I slowly lick up the slit. The salty taste of man adheres to my tongue. I allow my tongue to swirl the head a few times. I hear a growl. Clearly, Jeremiah is onboard for this game. Open further to take in his wide rod. One hand is at the base of his cock. The other has grabbed his balls and lightly tickled their way up his cock.

Chapter 3.3

Jeremiah looked me over with those obsidian eyes. Clearly reading my mind, “I ran into Hannah on my way out.” That explains it. “Did you even sleep last night?” I respond quickly, “Not much. Sleep is overrated.”  I won’t tell him I got a whopping zero minutes of sleep. People always think it is weird. It is clear that he still harbors some concern.  Not sure how to get him comfortable, I start to fidget as his assessment continues.  I can fell his eyes caressing my body head to toe.  Then he smiles at me.  I take the donut and coffee he still has in his hand.  I take a large bite of my donut gazing at his body which rivals my donut in deliciousness.

“So, I was thinking we could spend the day together,” exclaims the all too hot man in front of me grabbing the back of his neck and pulling.  His clear uncertainty has me excited. Well he hasn’t been scared away yet. I recline slightly to get a better view to assess him. Jeremiah is leaning on my dresser. 

Jeremiah stands reaches his hand out and waits for me to grab it. What am I waiting for? Why do weary? Rena you know you love an adventure. Ready! Set! Go! My eyes meet his and I put my hand on his. The excitement has me near to shaking. I am always ready to go. I sure hope that I won’t be disappointed.

We reach Jeremiahs 1971 AMC Javelin. A color that can i it be called cherry red but AMC was too unoriginal to call it anything but Trans-Am red. I mean reality red or roaming red or yeah anhthungelse. How did a car this sexy end up with such a horrible color moniker. I did always have a thing for bad boys with classic pony cars. I mean if it wasn’t true before it is now. This boy is hot! I nearly trip on my tongue as I take in the boy and the car. This is going to be a brilliant day.


Chapter 2.3

Managing to make it to my place before Jeremiah, I ran and did a quick clean. I grabbed my toys and set them out. Just in case we wanted them. I rushed to the door when it knocked. Jeremiah grinned his full wattage smile. Those lips, that smile had me thinking about how they feel all over me. Those deep chestnut eyes roam my body and his smile turns into a knowing grin. Before I knew what to do, he has grabbed the back of my neck coming in until our foreheads touch. Charged air fills the room. Our breath mingles. His eyes deepen and his face turns serious. Seeking my truth his gaze digs for something more. He licks his lips and exhales, “Serena, I am glad I have you to myself tonight. I hope tonight never ends.” Then the wave of passion was pressed upon me as his lips crashed into mine.

Tonight was all about need. I needed this. I needed this rough and scary. I needed to lose all control. My hands roams up his chiseled body, wrapped around his neck and grabbed his hair. I pulled him colored and harder and our teeth clashed. I bit the lip he lick. His finders entwined in mine and he pulled me back. The heated look focused on me gave chills. God I hoped that tonight never did end. “You will be mine,” Jeremiah growled. His hurried hands explored my body finally cupping my breasts. The shirt was removed quickly by one super horny girl. Yeah that super horny girl was me. I wanted more and more. I was famished but drowning in a sea. Wait….How will I be his? Who am I kidding? Just don’t stop!

Not ready to disappoint, Jeremiah didn’t stop. No he kept going. My body sang as he pinched a nipple or licked my neck. It was like last night was all about an intro class and tonight he decided to skip the advanced course and move straight to expert. I moaned and screamed and pleaded for more. More of what you might ask. Oh you know like everything. He pulled my hair, sucked my pussy, lavished on my breasts and fucked me in just about all my holes. I wanted more of it all. Oh and let’s not forget the toys but moving you on. This lasted until we were exhausted. Then we showered and the energy was back. We continued on. Finally we were stretched out on my king sized bed. My orange striped comforter half on us. Jeremiah’s eyes were drooping and he was off to sleep has I looked out my window at the sun coming up.

Chapter 1 complete

Slowly stirring she opens each eye in a leisurely fashion. Slowly exposing her hazel with bright green fleets. Her toned, tanned harms stretch above her head. While noticing her naked body, the weight draped across her becomes apparent. Where am I? The furnishings are sparse. Definitely a college guys place.

As the memories from the night before flood her. A voice breaks through the noise clambering through her head. “Hey there sexy lady, ” the velvety baritone voice mutters. Crap. Crap. Crap. What is his name? I can’t even blame alcohol this time. How did I manage to do this again? Yes again! Don’t judge me! I pursue the sexy man beside me. Clearly, he cares about the way he looks. The tall man beside her is chiseled. His skin is is light next to mine. Wow than man is yummy.

Realizing that there is another body in the bed. Reminder to self, always ask for names. So much less embarrassing. Finally able to speak, “This might sound silly but what are your names? I am Serena. I am pretty sure we didn’t exchange names.” A pair of piercing blue eyes and a wide smile that brings out one adorable dimple. “I am Alex and he is Jeremiah. No we didn’t exchange names Serena.” Still looking at those enchanting eyes. Yep. I know how I ended up here. His shaggy dirty blonde hair catches my attention. I lift my hand to run my finger through his lovely locks. By the look he is giving me, it is clear he isn’t sure what to make of me. Who does this?  A little unnerved by his focus.

Turning my head I take in Jeremiah. I languidly take in his body. Delicious! No no, Serena! It is always and I mean always bad to wake up with two naked men you don’t know. I didn’t remember their names. I am going to hell, I want a repeat of last night. Jeremiah is opposite from hunky Alex. Jeremiah has black adjacent hair with curls. His darker skin looks sun kissed. His eyes are the darkest brown I have ever seen. His curls fall on his forehead as he shifts his face to me. Once we meet eyes his precarious smile breaks through.

These two are a dangerous duo. My heart flutters looking in Jeremiah’s eyes. He is breathtaking. I look back to Alex,”Well fellas, I am happy to finally be properly introduced.” Well this is awkward! I have got to stop this. So what is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? Whatever this is, I am going with it.

Just as I am about to stumble of the bed with my feet wrapped in the sheets, strong arms wrap around me. Graceful.  I am pulled back in by the tall man that was sitting next to me by the name of Alex. I wind up facing Jeremiah and getting spooned by Alex who is now nibbling my neck. A giggle leaves my lips and chills are running down my spine in anticipation. Jeremiah has pulled in for a deep and steamy kiss and this will be round four. The memories from last night are giving me hope for the next few…we’ll however long it takes. In for a penny in for a pound. Truly if there have already been three rounds, does four really make a difference? Shame is the last thing on my mind. As I dive into a kiss that was hard and passion filled with sexy Jeremiah. Soon she was drowning in the caress of two men. What a way to start the day.


I can smell the shame on me. This always happens as I come home. Looking in the mirror not sure of who is looking back at me.  How do I always do this?  Not sure how she made every bad decision possible.  She stripped down and climbed in the shower. Like always I don’t know who the person is in the mirror. Stripped naked of the offending clothes they lay in a pile at my feet. I reach for the door to make sure it is locked. I step into the shower before I let the tears fall. Hoping that the water will wash away last

night and the early day. The tile is still cold as I brace my arm against it. I pluck my head against my arm and let the tears stream. How many times? Allowing myself to wallow for only a little.

Pulling on my jeans and hoody for the day, I bolt to the car keys in hand, picking up a granola bar and a soda along the way. The backpack is full and in the car. I have to pick up Hannah and I need to fly if we are going to make it to Econ 200 on time.

Me-Hey, on my way.

Hannah-Where did you go last night?


Hannah-Do I even want to know?

Me-Probably not. We can talk once I pick you up for class.

“Hannah, you gotta hurry. We are gonna be late,” I bellow as she comes running to the car. “Thanks for the ride. My mom’s car gets out of the shop tomorrow.” Making our way to campus in a rush, I tell Hannah all there is to know about the Jeremiah and Alex situation. “Seriously,” she sighs, “how do you have all this energy after hardly any sleep? I’d be a wreck after four hours of sleep.” I am sure this week I have only slept 10 hours and today is Thursday.

Hannah rolls her eyes as we reach the school parking lot.  “Rena, I worry about you.  One of these days you are gonna go home with the wrong guy.  You might really get hurt. Just think about it next time. Cause if there is anything I know about you, it is that there will be a next time.” I give her the look that says I hear you.  Go I love my best friend. We walk to class and take a seat. Time to get into some Economics.  Finals are next week.

Ah, supply side shift and how it changes consumer behavior. If that doesn’t sound fun then the graph that goes with it will have you clawing your eyes. Sitting three rows back and 5 chairs in I try to pay attention. Last night no longer weighs heavy on my heart, it is giving fuel to my mind. In the front row sits Ryan. Black as night tresses fall into his eyes. The beautiful curls have me imagining my hands running through them.

I lick the curve of his tribal tattoo as I slowly make my way back to his mouth. Grabbing his hair I tug it back. Searching his emerald eyes for his permission. I dive to his lips and slowly line the luscious lips with my tongue. His lips part making way as I plunge in for a deep, hard, hurried kiss. His eyes open wide and his arms wrap around me pulling me in.

Pushing him on his back, my legs cross over him. I straddle him on the floor. Removing his grey t-shirt to gain better access to his muscled body, I rub my hands across his rippling chest. I lower myself into his neck and I smell his scent. His tanned body is calling me like a siren. So I slowly look down his chest. I reach for his belt and unfasten the clasp.

“Serena, where did you go?” Hannah implores. “Class is over, get your stuff.” I shake my head to get the vision out of my head. “I was dreaming of Ryan over there,” I state as my haze starts lifting. “Oh my god, Rena! He has a girlfriend. Also weren’t you getting yourself into enough trouble last night?” Hannah contends. I am not really sure what her point is. I mean we were all adults. Plus who cares if they have girlfriends. Smugly I state, “His girlfriend can join us. She is hot too.” The disgusted look on Hannah tells me all I need to know.

“All right, so what are we up to tonight?” I ask. “Wow, just, wow, Rena. Aren’t you tired after last night? I can’t imagine you are ready for more tonight'” she shakes her head in disbelief. ” Tonight is pre-Friday, Hans. Or as you like to call it, Thursday. I have energy to spare. I can’t sleep. I neeeeed to get out. Come on, Hans! You know it will be fun,” pressing for a yes to a night of fun. “Fine, Rena! No ditching me this time. We go together and leave together. There is a party down fraternity row. We can check it out.” Hannah gives me the I am not joking if I get left again, I might actually kill you look. I have totally seen that look. Sad to say it comes out often. I am so lucky she is my best friend.

Transitions-they can be so hard

For the week I have struggled with transitioning. I know where the story is going but not sure how to get her there. Then there are things I am figuring out that I now need to go back and fix. So I figured I would write a little about how things are progressing. We have finals and a trip ahead, how does my manic character get through it all.

Chapter 2.1

Demi Lovato’s Sorry Not Sorry is blaring as we walk in the door. Three blonde princesses are on the counter dancing as the boys worship at their feet. Or more appropriately are staring up the skirts of these girls. I know what they need. A brown haired beauty to join and break up that blonde. Starting to climb up onto the counters, Hannah grabs my leg. “I am not joining you up there.” The look I give her says, no shit! She let go and there I go up on the counters even before I had a drink.

Sandwiched between a long haired blond with Caribbean ocean colored eyes. She is toned all 5’8″s of her. She has melded to my back and the tiny pixie who just made it past 5 feet with a pixie cut and emerald eyes is facing me and I grab her to pull her closer. This garnered a cheer from the boys below. Wow, I am feeling alive. I take my hand and brush it down the pixie’s face. Those bright red look way to tempting. I look down at her I use my hand to pull her into me for a kiss. I look down into her surprised eyes. She then pulls in closer as the three of us grind on the counter top for a few songs more. Shots are poured and everyone is partaking.

I hop of the counter and help the little pixie down. I have decided she is mine for the night. So I grab her hand and grab the first hot guy I see by the other. Heading to the back of the house to a more private room. Mr. BlueEyes looks dumbfounded. The lips he is sporting are glistening after he licked them. I pull him down the neck and put my lips so close that they are almost touching. Ensuring my eyes are intense, I stare deep into his and whisper,”if you want it take it.”


Mainly Manic Book Description

Aviana is a young woman living with bipolar.  She hasn’t been diagnosed and lives in a manic or hypomanic most of the time.  This takes you on a journey as she navigates a life of bad decision after bad decision until she winds up in a mental hospital.  It catalogs her shame, low self worth and finally acceptance that this is a part of who she is.

I am hoping to publish each chapter as I complete them.  I may even go back and change a few things.  As this is my work in progress.  The title Mainly Manic has been in my head for months.  The story is begging to come out.  As a person who has bipolar, I am hoping to convey the not so fun nature of a bipolar manic episode.  Bipolar  is often called the fun one or the better form of bipolar.  I have done so much more damage in a manic than I have ever done in a depression.