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My whole body relaxed and I let out a long slow sigh. I'd infiltrated deep into the enemy's territory and lived to tell the tale and despite what I'd done to Erica I was feeling much better about the whole assignment. I seemed to be getting somewhere at last, taking small baby steps to gather information.
Tomorrow I'd ring Lexa and tell her what I'd found. Hopefully she'd have some information from George about the detective investigating the case and his role in all this. I was also hopeful that she'd open Doctor Freeman's 'First Element' file and have some information about what it was all about. I had an inkling what might be in it, but I needed to confirm my thoughts.
Right now, I was exhausted.
I left my wet trousers and panties on and lay on the bed ready for sleeping. I hoped my body heat would dry them out by the time I got up for the run.
- COMMENTS
Lic2pleaseover 3 years agoAs Becca seems a natural @ undercover, I sense the growing guilt of her self diagnosed addiction. The good intel work she is doing, and trying to put aside her self concern is yet another brilliant layer you are creating Ms author...... as disturbing as things get you've weaved them in as a necessary mode to keep the story development going forward. Always fresh, good!
R
lorencinoover 4 years agoThat first comment was written as a poem because a poem is, for me, a type of shorthand—Instead of reams of prose vainly trying to describe my reaction, I try to compress an almost indescribable reality through what I hope are suggestive lines of blank verse. However, that does not always work as the writer intends and it requires the reader to do a lot of work to tease out the meaning intended by the writer of the poem. The reader is therefore free to build a very different reality to what the author intended. A summary of prose writing is expected to be shorter than the piece being summarized. However, a summary of a poem often uses far more words than the poem uses as the summary must include what the poem implies. It is like a summary of what a picture shows can be short or very long depending onm the particular nature of the picture.
After all the verbosity of that introduction, I just want to try and explain this amazing experience of reading a very engaging writer who holds you in the world of her stories and at the same time enables you to become aroused as though you were participating or, at the very least, present in the scene the writer is conjuring for you.
I don't confuse the writer, Naughtybecca, with the Becca character of the stories even though the story is being told in the first person. Somehow I sense an author in the background with greater maturity that the youthful Becca of the stories. The thing that strikes me increasingly as I progress through all of her stories is that it does not ever become predictable or repetitive. With so many sex scenes in her series of stories, it is surprising how singular every encounter is. There is nothing repetitive. Each scene captures the imagination because it is entirely fresh. But it is not just the sex that is fresh in every scene, it is an evolving Becca who, like in real life, enters every new encounter changed by what has gone before. To me this is an indicator of good literature. The fact that it is so focused on sex hides its literary qualities and yet the irony is that it is closer to the truth than tales which ignore the existence of sex.
lorencinoover 4 years agofascinated
Ican'tstopreading
the call of the world of duties
dims, fades away
sit with Becca
and watch
debauchery seems unreal
and icy cruel
yet
insidious tunnel in surrender
to carnal lust
as i sit with Becca
in orgasmic depravity
in the room next door
such is the power
of Naughtybecca ©
