It has been suggested my newest story, Extenuating Circumstances which involve Suzanne, Jen' (aka Diamond from Lapdancing Girlfriend) I publish straight out and skip posing on Literotica.
So I'm torn... Waiting to publish Extenuating Circumstances means a delay in posting anything. I am still working on finishing up my Lifeguard Gets Wet story...as that will be illustrated by an artist who has requested it as a commission...but not sure what to do from there.
Lapdancing Girlfriend 06 is somewhere between 75-90% completed (honestly don't remember where I left off as my attention has been on Lifeguard)...so it would be the next one to follow being posted on Literotica if I hold off.
But curious what you all think.
Writing is a hobby, as such, I devote limited time to it. If I start getting paid for published works, that would give more incentive into putting more time into it as I would have it as additional income. But I know it's been a year now since I published anything and people are getting antsy.
Curious to hear what you think!
In the meanwhile, I've been working on prototypes for Suzanne and her illustrations which I want to do with EC. Starting new and fresh with a story not yet published means I can tilt the story to help out the illustrations and vice versa. If I go back and illustrate one of my existing stories, some things will need to be changed (outfits, colors, and the like) in case I cannot find something similar to illustrate.
But here is the first reveal of Suzanne Carter (née Simmons)...so let me know what you think! To pull the description from the story:
Looking for any reason to distract her thoughts, Suzanne looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. What she saw was not the normal, care-free, and somewhat straight-laced twenty-four-year-old she was used to seeing, a woman happily married and living in a nice gated suburban neighborhood. The woman looking back at her from the mirror was a complete stranger, the opposite of everything she had been. The woman in the mirror across the bar was dressed for sex, her long wavy ‘bronde’ hair cascading over her shoulders and resting upon the unconcealed swell of flesh at her chest, her breasts bulging and practically hanging out of her immodest cocktail dress.
The satin black dress hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. The deep neckline unashamedly exposed more of her natural 35C fleshy mounds than she was comfortable with—but once again she had little choice in the matter. The dress was held gingerly to her body by two thin straps, and without them, the dress would have left her half-naked, the back of the dress completely opened down to the soft swell and ‘Y’ of her ass.