jordan

so my manuscript, 'Demonic,' is now in the hands of Jane Dystel Agency, best known for the success of Helen Fielding's 'Bridget Jones's Diary.' the agency was more upscale than I expected and i was a little nervous going up to the suite, but once it was dropped off i felt relieved and had the best cigarette of my life. i then went to L'Angelo Cafe in Soho and treated myself to a cappuccino with godiva liquor and got some great writing done. i recommend that cafe to anyone who needs some quiet time. it was marvelous and my favorite blonde german barista was working. she is the sex.
now i have to find the right makeup so i can look demon possessed tomorrow night for this kick ass party in greenpoint. there's gonna be a dj and a band and a full bar. mmmmmmmmmm awesome. saturday is Drop Dead Festival at Knitting Factory - if you can you need to get your hot buns over there!! great punk/goth/industrial bands play, like treaon's band, the funeral crashers, and it's always an awesome event. then sunday night it's brazillion dance night at my friends bar. please someone donate me their liver cos after this weekend i will need it. right now, i need to eat my sushi. haha, that sounded weird. then i will get naked, put on some kanye west and clean the bathroom...tho i'll prolly just end up playing with myself.

here's more Demonic. oooooo, there's sex in this part

***Marhollow***

I hadnt been with many girls. I just didnt know how else to be around them but be myself. A lot of girls didnt like me. They thought I was mean or just too dirty to be around. The few girls I had been with were like me too angry to let me do what I wanted, I did anyway, because I had to be in control. Some of them said I hurt them more than they wanted me to. Girls shouldnt be so rough, though. Guys were superior to girls when it came to sex. That was just how it was. They should be softer. Jenna was soft, she liked being helpless. She even liked me pulling my gun on her.
Its loaded, I told her as she squirmed around under me. A moaning plea filled the air between our faces. She loved playing this type of game. It made me harder than I think Id ever been. I pointed the gun against her left tit. She was breathing hard. I could kill you right now, I reminded her.
No, please her voice was filled with shock, anxiety and fear. I pressed my hot face against her neck. We were both still dressed. I wanted to prolong the sex as much as possible. The whole point was to build it up and build it up so it would be even better.
How do you feel right now? I asked, my mouth covering her ear. How do you really feel?
Safebut powerless.
Mmmm, I bit her ear and moved my hand down to her jeans, unzipping them, making her grow even more anxious. She kicked her legs up until I pinned them down with my knees. I pulled my belt out of my jeans and wrapped it around my hand. I slipped my fingers up under her chest and felt the deep cut she gave herself when she was a child. I pulled the shirt up with my teeth. I tied her wrists together with the belt.
Oh my God, she cried out, moving about as much as she could. Please
Please what, I demanded. This is where this sort of thing got tricky. I knew how bad she wanted me to fuck her, but she wanted to play like she didnt want me to. I also liked to turn girls down because of the power that held. I left this one girl begging, made her get on her knees once, and I just laughed at her and left. I really wanted to fuck this one though. I waited for her to respond.
Dont, she said, aching for me. I closed my eyes and got into the right mindset for this. I opened them back up. I took her shirt in my hands and ripped it right in half up to her neck; heard the cheap material rip and fuzzy pieces of yellow lent colored her skin until a wave took care of that; splashing down against us. She screamed out until I threw a hand over her little mouth; her screams easy to bag up then. I bit her nipple hard. Her body jerked around, slamming against the rock. I placed the cold hard gun between her legs. I toyed with her sex, pushing the gun inside of her a little. Imagine if it went offthen I said that to her. Her eyes rolled back in her head like she was dying. She wanted death so badly; she wanted me, too. I wondered which one she wanted more. Was there even really a difference?