Through my eyes: writing 1st person

Writing in first person. It takes a talented author to pull it off. I generally don’t like reading first person but there are times that I don’t even notice. It is those times when you know the author has talent for first person POV. I’ve been told in reviews over and over that I am one of those authors who can pull it off successfully. If it isn’t conceited to say, but yes, I think I can write first person well.

The great thing about first person is you don’t have to worry about other POVs. It’s just one, and generally in a woman’s POV in romance.The author can put themselves in the shoes of their heroine and watch through their eyes the unfolding action. In Beast in My Bed, the heroine picks up a man at a bar and goes back to his hotel room for sex. Simple enough, but in first person POV, readers get a more intimate look at her mind’s workings.

Last night I pulled out a story I’ve written in first person. I hadn’t written 1st person in a while, since the Beast in My Bed and Bridesmaid and the Beast books. The short was written last summer for Spice Briefs as all the Briefs I read were in first person. Many of the full length ones were too–in the beginning. I am still waiting back for word on my hot little story. I figure if I don’t by the summer, I may add 5K and sub it to EC as a Quickie. No, I know–I’ll sub it for one of the EC Caveman anthos. By then will give the Spice folks time to decide. Yeah, it may be short, but it’s hot.

Beast in My Bed is available in ebook at Ellora’s Cave.

Excerpt from Beast in My Bed

Both of us naked, he lifted me into his arms and leaned my back against the wall by the door of his room. I wrapped my legs about him as he plunged into me in a frenzied pace. He slammed me against the wall and I shrieked in delight. His lips moved from my mouth to feast upon my breasts. Taking a hardened tip into his mouth, he sucked on my nipple, working his tongue over the puckered surface, and I nearly died from pleasure. I climaxed, a rainbow of colors streaking across my vision.

I clawed his back as I held on for dear life when my muscles convulsed. He pumped wildly into me but denied himself completion. He stopped short of his climax and I groaned in frustration.

Then he made a request.

“Sophia, I want you to do something for me.”

“Yes?” I asked breathlessly.

“Promise me you won’t be frightened. I would never hurt you, no matter what.”

Okay, did he revel in freaking me out? “You like trying to scare me?”

“Don’t be scared.”

“How about freaked out?”

“No.”

“All right, what is it you want me to do?”

“Tie me to the bed and give me a blowjob.”

Nothing like being direct. Hey, I have to give a man credit for actually telling me what he wants. Most just guide my head to their crotch in the hopes I can read their minds…in their penis heads.

But a BJ wasn’t all he wanted. “Tied down?” I mused aloud.

“Tied down,” he repeated.

Somehow this was not the dominating act I wanted. I wanted him to exert his manly control over me, not the other way around. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

“Trust me, Sophia.” He lowered my feet to the floor and led me to the bed. Then from the nightstand drawer, he pulled out leather straps. “Use these. Secure me to the bed.”

Run, you idiot, run!

I took the straps and just stared at them. What the hell? I was beginning to get uncomfortable again. Talk about a roller coaster ride. I wanted to taste his skin, to feel him quiver at my tongue gliding across his body, but I wasn’t too keen on tying him down. And I said so.

“Greg, I don’t like this.”

“Trust me. I want you to do this.”

Five minutes later, I had him strapped down to the king-sized bed. Let me clarify, strapped down completely naked. Damn, what a sight. His cock was rock hard and erect, straining in anticipation. My mouth watered just looking at the solid length capped with a purplish head.

God, he looked so helpless. At my mercy.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t too bad after all.

Standing at his feet, I marveled at his legs first. They were covered in dark hair—not too much, but enough to be manly without seeming furry. I touched him, his muscles moving beneath my fingertips, straining at the straps that secured him. I felt like a dominatrix in control over her pet.

His skin was warm, and as I let my hand wander slowly over his shin and up his thigh, he moaned. Glancing at his face, I saw that his eyes were closed, his mouth open slightly. His breathing was ragged in his growing ecstasy.

I crawled onto the bed between his splayed legs. Power over the moment flowed through me. My cunt was aching for his touch, but I would deny it for now. I figured if I prolonged my momentary satisfaction, this could be drawn out longer.

Oh yeah, I liked this. Surprisingly, I did. I liked the power.

I worked my fingers over his thighs and eased upward, never touching his cock. It frustrated him, judging from the groans. As I touched him, I mapped his body.

He pulled at his restrained wrists and I chuckled. “Ah, ah, ah.”

“For a woman not crazy about tying me down, you seem to be enjoying it an awful lot.”

I moved over him to caress his chest. In doing so, his cock nestled between my breasts. I teased the hard penis by swinging my breasts back and forth.

“Wicked woman…”