Author Topic: Jenny Foshia Center for Excellence in Creative Writing (Read 6520 times)

JFoshia · « **Reply #165 on:** October 26, 2015, 08:39:17 pm »

Clay...I LOVE that! It is amazing! Thank you

JFoshia · « **Reply #166 on:** October 26, 2015, 08:41:04 pm »

Here is a book trailer that was created for me by the wonderful lady who has been making promo ads for me in twitter. This song is in the book during one hot scene. She is from Mexico, and does not speak English. She has to use a Google translator app just to communicate with me. I absolutely LOVE what she did with this.

JFoshia · « **Reply #167 on:** October 31, 2015, 12:41:46 pm »

Selene is happy. She is content. She is an independent woman with a hard-working, loving boyfriend. She has it all. Until she doesn't.

Selene decides to surprise her boyfriend on his first night home from a long business trip. She sneaks into his home, and into his bedroom, only to find another woman occupying his bed with him. Hard-working is right! He is hard at work with another woman.

Not listening to his excuses, she storms out of his house and heads home to plot her revenge, which consists of hooking up with a few of his best buddies and sending him photographic evidence of her fun.

Oh! And when he decides to show up at her apartment early one morning, begging for forgiveness, she decides to exact a little more revenge in the form of humiliation.

What kind of humiliation you ask? Well, you will have to buy, or borrow the book to find out.

http://www.amazon.com/Revenge-Jenny-Foshia-ebook/dp/B017DYMGXY/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1446504140&sr=8-3&keywords=Jenny+Foshia

JFoshia · « **Reply #168 on:** November 02, 2015, 04:47:38 pm »

Excerpt From Revenge - New Short Story

Selene quietly let herself into her boyfriend’s house. She was here to surprise him. He had been working so hard lately and she wanted to give him a little relaxing treat: her. She loved him, and always looked forward to when he was home so they could spend time together. When they first started dating, they spent almost every waking hour, outside of work, with one another. When he got this recent promotion a few months ago, their time together began to dwindle until it was down to one or two days per week. She remained dedicated to him, but missing him was so hard.

She turned the knob as she closed the door so she did not make any noise, and set her purse on the floor next to the hallway stand. She hung up her robe, which she had worn to cover up the fact that she had left her apartment with only a teddy and stockings underneath. He always loved seeing her dressed up in one of these in his favorite color – blue. This particular one was a royal blue with silver lace edging.

She tiptoed down the hallway to his bedroom in her stilettos, and paused when she got close. She heard talking. He must have left the television on when he fell asleep. Jaxon did that quite often when she stayed over, so she wouldn’t be surprised that was the case this time.

She crept closer and heard giggling. What in the world is going on?

She placed her hand on the doorknob to his room, turned it and opened it, and paused. The **** ****!

There, on the bed she helped him pick out, wrapped in the sheets she bought him, was her loving boyfriend with some ****! Working hard, was he? Bullshit! **** hard was more like it, the bastard.

She pushed the bedroom door open, with as much force as she could; making it hit the wall behind it, and surprising the two lovers on the bed.

“Selene! Wh-what are you doing here?” Jaxon sputtered as he attempted to unravel himself from the woman’s arms and the sheets.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know. Looks to me like I am watching my boyfriend, who loves me so much, **** another woman,” she replied sarcastically.

He finally stepped off the bed and wrapped the sheet around his hips as he walked toward her, slowly, as if approaching a wet cat.

“Selene, honey, it isn’t what it looks like. It doesn’t mean anything, she doesn’t mean anything. It just happened,” he pleaded pitifully.

“Really, Jaxon? Do you honestly think I am that stupid? You were doing exactly what it looks like!” she screamed at him. She was livid! Two damn years with this man and this is how it ends. Un **** believable!

“Jaxon, honey, who is that?” The chick in the bed asked, covering her breasts with a pillow as she sat up against the headboard.

He turned to face her and said, “It’s my girlfriend,” he answered.

“Ex-girlfriend,” Selene corrected him. There was no way she was staying with him after witnessing this. No way in hell. Seeing another woman in his bed, knowing what he had been doing with her, was about to destroy her!

“But you said you didn’t have a girlfriend,” the bimbo said, in a babyish voice from the bed.

“Shut the hell up, Tanya.” Jaxon said through gritted teeth.

“Why, Jaxon? Because she is giving away your secrets?” she asked him, and put her hand up to stop his excuse before he even had a chance to begin. “You know what? I don’t even want to hear what you have to say. Two…****…years, Jax! Two years, and this is how you treat me?” She turned around and left the room, Jaxon following along behind her.

“But baby! We haven’t seen each other in so long,” he started to say, but stopped himself when she whirled around to confront him.

“And whose fault is that, huh? It sure the hell isn’t mine! I have been here, right here, waiting for your calls and visits when you had time. I was willing to settle, these last few months, for any crumbs you dropped my way. I love you… I loved you, and gave you everything I had. Well, I am done! I am better than what I have become and I sure in the hell deserve more than a lying, cheating boyfriend. Good-bye, Jaxon.” The hurt that coursed through her at the realization that this was the end, that he had betrayed her in this way, was overwhelming. She fought hard to keep the tears at bay. There was no way she was going to break down in front of him. He just showed her that he wasn’t worth it.

She grabbed her robe and purse, and left the house. She didn’t even bother looking back until she got to her car, and when she did turn, she saw him waiting there in the doorframe watching her.

She just shook her head as a tear made its way down her cheek. Oh, she may be hurt, dying inside, but she would survive and make him pay. She would have her revenge.

JFoshia · « **Reply #169 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:02:23 pm »

An image created by a friend/follower on Twitter as a promo for my upcoming follow up to Blind Sensations:

JFoshia · « **Reply #170 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:03:10 pm »

JFoshia · « **Reply #171 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:07:10 pm »

Teaser Book Trailer (created by a Twitter friend/follower) for Blind Seductions - My Follow Up Book To Blind Sensations:

JFoshia · « **Reply #172 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:12:21 pm »

This is my favorite actress, who I kinda/sorta developed my character Samantha after (looks-wise). My friend/follower on Twitter (the one who has been creating all the images and book trailers for me) created this AMAZING promo image for me. I love it!

JFoshia · « **Reply #173 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:14:07 pm »

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JFoshia · « **Reply #175 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:20:20 pm »

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! THE FOLLOWING SHORT STORY IS FOR THOSE 18 OR OLDER ONLY!!

Nicolette's Punishment

Do not let the glass slip, Nicolette. If you spill one drop, you will be severely punished, do you understand?”

Nicolette tried her hardest to focus on the wine glass between her toes, but it was a bit difficult to tell if she dropped any of its contents with the blindfold.

She loved this game that she and Carson played. He would act like a Dom, and she a sub, and they would act out various scenes. If she wanted it rough that night then she would disobey, which she did frequently.

“I expect an answer, Nicolette.” He whispered against her ear as he squeezed one erect nipple.

“Yes Sir. I understand.”

“Good, now I am going to play a little while you sit there. No matter what you feel, you are not permitted to move or drop that glass.”

“Yes Sir.”

It wasn’t as if she could move much anyway, he had her arms strapped down to the arms of the chair. The feeling of helplessness that coursed through her was exhilarating and only heightened her arousal. She knew what would come next; his hands would roam her body, dipping, caressing, pinching, and even slapping certain areas, as they made their way to the throbbing apex between her thighs.

There they were; his fingers began stroking her arms in feather light glides, sending shivers through her entire body.

“Your skin is so responsive, Nicolette. I love seeing the goose flesh appear in a trail behind my fingers.” He said this, as his fingers were nearing her neck, one oimagesf the most sensitive areas on her body.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly. The excitement from anticipation was driving her insane.

Her foot began to tremble.

“Careful, Darlin’, you don’t want to have an accident with that drink, do you?”

“No Sir,” she replied, breathily.

His fingers were walking down her front, between her breasts, which were heavy from arousal. He took his time circling the nipple of each breast with his finger tips first, then his tongue.

The touch of his moist tongue on her nipple caused her to inhale sharply and caused her to shudder, almost dropping the glass in the process.

“You came close that time, Nicolette. You don’t want a punishment tonight, do you?”

She hesitated; did she?

It had been quite a while since the last spanking, that firm hand landing on her ass, the stinging pain accompanied by the thrilling sensation of pure pleasure. It was exhilarating; it was freeing.

She didn’t answer right away, so his fingers stilled at the damp opening as he said, “Answer me, Nicolette. You don’t want a punishment tonight, do you?” He punctuated the question with the insertion of his fingers, quickly, into her core. The movement forced her ass to lift up off the seat, briefly, and enough to spill a little of the liquid.

“Oh, Nicolette,” he tsked in her ear before withdrawing his fingers from her **** and bringing them to her lips.

“Open your mouth and clean my fingers, they are covered with your juices.”

She did as he commanded. She opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean of her fluids, and licked her lips when she was finished.

She felt him working on the straps at the arms of the chair, obviously in preparation of releasing her for her punishment.

When both arms were free, he commanded her to stand, which she did.

“You are beautiful, Nicolette, but even beautiful girls do not go unpunished when they disobey,” he said.

He led her over to the bed and sat down. He then forced her to bend over his knee.

As he rubbed his warm, callused hand on her ass cheeks, he said, “I gave you an order to not spill a drop, Nicolette. You disobeyed.”

“Yes Sir,” she breathed out.

“And what happens when you disobey?”

“I get punished, Sir.”

“That’s right. You get punished, Nicolette.”

His free arm pressed down on her back as his other hand left her cheek and then came down with a smack!

The force of the hit made her jump.

“Count, Nicolette,”

“One,” she whispered through the pain, and pleasure.

Smack!

“Two,”

Smack!

“Three,” the excitement was building in its intensity.

“You are doing well, Nicolette. Only two more to go,” he said as his hand landed another smack!

“Four,” she practically sobbed. She desperately needed this punishment to end quickly because she was on the verge of a climax and she was craving his **** when she finally did.

He stopped temporarily, and smoothed his hand over both cheeks.

“I think an extra one is due for purposely disobeying me. Do you agree?”

What the hell? She wanted to end this punishment quickly so she could wrap her **** around his enormous ****, so she agreed, “Yes Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” Smack!

“Count, Nicolette.”

“Five.”

Smack!

“Six.”

With that finished, he lifted her back into a standing position.

“You want to cum now, don’t you? I can smell your arousal in the air, that sweet scent that belongs only to you. Are you ready for my ****, Nicolette?”

She nodded her head as she said, “Yes Sir. I am ready.”

She heard the rustling of clothing, and she assumed it was he, removing his jeans.

“Good, now, bend down here and give my dick some attention.”

She gladly obeyed that order, and leaned down to wrap her mouth around his thick ****. He had an intoxicating scent that was musky and addicting. Her lips slid down the length of him, and then back to the tip where she swirled her tongue. His throaty moans urged her on, and she continued to suck him off in a more rapid pace as her hands toyed with his tight ball sack.

His hands wrapped in her hair and he gave a tug back, “Enough. My cum will fill your tight little **** tonight, not your glorious mouth.”

He removed her blindfold and tossed her onto the bed before mounting her.

“As further punishment you will not get foreplay,” he told her as surged into her hard, fast, and deep.

This is exactly what she had been in need of, a rough, primal mating that spoke of his urgent need and desire for her. She didn’t mind the foreplay, often craved the sensual touches that would eventually lead to great love-making, but more than anything she wanted to feel needed and craved, and this fulfilled those wants.

He sped up his rhythm, sliding out so just the tip of his engorged **** was remaining inside, and then slamming back into her, hitting the back wall of her ****. The sensations that coursed through her body with each thrust were indescribable and left her breathless.

Faster, harder, deeper – the dance continued, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I have to cum…” she grunted out between his thrusts.

“Not yet, Nicolette. I haven’t given you permission,” he replied, then gently bit the side of her neck and slowed his movements, drawing out the strokes of his **** as it slid in and out of her vaginal entrance.

“Oh God…” she moaned. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to make her wild.

As soon as her urgent need to cum eased a bit, he picked up speed again.

She could feel the pulsing of his **** as it filled her ****, the throbbing of his member as he moved within her body. She needed him to let her cum, she needed his permission to release, to let it all go.

“I can feel your need and desire, Nicolette, your **** wants to let go. Cum now for me, soak my **** with your sweet nectar,” he said, finally giving her permission to orgasm. She did, screaming out his name as her walls attempted to push him out with each pulsating, gushing release of her juices.

As soon as her body had given up all it had, he finally filled her, shooting his hot cum deep within her body as he grunted out his own climax. He slowed his movements as his body continued to drain itself in her ****.

Their bodies spent, they lie in each other’s arms as they worked to control their breathing. This was one of her favorite parts of their time, the after-sex down time.

Eventually he rolled off her and onto his back, pulling her to drape across his chest as they fell asleep.

That was exactly what she had been needing, and he never failed her.

JFoshia · « **Reply #176 on:** November 02, 2015, 05:45:30 pm »

JFoshia · « **Reply #177 on:** November 02, 2015, 06:04:43 pm »

BEWARE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! 18 OR OLDER ONLY!

Candy's Comfort

She could not take it anymore; she was done!
Candice was sobbing as she packed her suitcase, haphazardly tossing random pieces of clothing into it, not caring a damn if they ended up with wrinkles. She had it. The underwear in the trunk of the car was the last straw.
She warned him the last time that it had better never happen again. That son-of-a-**** promised that he was done. What an ****! 1365
She threw the last piece into the suitcase and slammed it shut. Jasper, her best friend since elementary school, and his roommate would let her stay with them. Neither one of them had a girlfriend now anyway, so having a girl over shouldn’t be a problem for them.
She left her rings and her cell phone on the nightstand. He would probably come after her; Jasper’s place would be the first place he would check, so there was no need for her to have her cell with her. She was saying good-bye to this life, and the less reminders she had the better she would be.
She pulled out every single drawer and dumped it upside down onto the floor, pulled back the comforter and sheet on the bed, and left the room. Let the **** pick up after her for a change!
She made it outside and into her car without causing too much more damage. What was a vase or picture frame here or there anyway? He could replace them; he had enough money.
She sped away, spinning her wheels and spitting out gravel as she waved good-bye through the rearview mirror.
Since Jasper and Braeden did not live far away, it didn’t take her long to make it to their place – a 3-bedroom ranch on a good chunk of land.
She parked her car in the circular drive and checked her appearance in the mirror. She looked like hell, but that was to be expected when you had been crying your eyes out after finding proof of your husband’s continued infidelities.
Well, she wasn’t here to impress, no need to fret over how she looked. She didn’t need another man now anyway; they only brought heartache.
She opened her car door and exited the front seat. She retrieved her suitcase from the trunk of her car, and just as she was closing the trunk, the front door to the house opened up.
Standing in the doorway, looking just as handsome now as he did when she first met him years ago, was Braeden. He stood well over 6 feet tall, with dark, wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes fringed with midnight black lashes. Right now, he was shirtless with a pair of faded jeans lying low on his hips, showing the V path to his…well, she wasn’t going there.
“Hey Candy!” He said in greeting as he walked toward her. When he reached her side, he noticed that she had been crying. “Ah sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked her as he folded her in his muscular arms. Having his arms around her was a comfort and brought on a fresh wave of emotion.
“Hey, hey now,” he said gently and pulled her away. He brought his hands up to cup her face and rubbed away her tears with his thumbs. “What happened, Candy?”
“Jake,” she hiccupped, “He is cheating on me again,” she finally got out, and angrily wiped at the tears.
“What makes you think that, honey?” Braeden questioned softly.
“I found another woman’s underwear in the car.”
“Damn!” He muttered.
“Yeah, so I left. Do you mind if I crash here for a little while?”
“Of course you can stay here, Candy.” He grabbed her suitcase from the ground where she dropped it during his hug and led her into the house.
“You want the pink room? I know it’s your favorite,” he asked her as they walked through the front entrance and down the hallway.
“Of course, thanks Braeden.”
“You know I would do anything to help you. Jas isn’t here yet, but he should be back shortly. He isn’t going to be happy when he sees you crying.” He set the case on the bed and sat down. He patted the space next to him and she walked over and sat beside him.
“I know. I promise I will get over it. I guess I should’ve expected it. I’m more pissed than anything.”
“Honey, there is no reason you should have expected your husband to betray you like that. You have every right to be pissed.” He rubbed her thigh in a soothing motion.
She smiled up at him, “Thank you, Braeden. “
“My pleasure,” he said, and stood up. “So, what you do you say we go grab a snack while we wait for Jasper to show up?” He held out his hand and she placed hers in it.
An Hour Later
Braeden had Candice laughing uncontrollably by the time Jasper came into the kitchen.
“Hey Candy! Fancy seeing you here,” he greeted her and pulled her in for a warm bear hug – their way of hugging since the fourth grade.
“Get this, her loser husband cheated on her again,” Braeden said, in answer to Jasper’s question.
“Are you **** serious?” Jasper sounded pissed. He always had her back; his protective nature was one of the things she loved about him.
“”Yeah, so, Braeden said I could crash here for a while. Do you mind?” She asked him.
“Hell no I don’t mind! You stay as long as you need.”
“Good, because I would’ve fought you over it if you had said no,” Braeden said as he came up behind her and put his hand possessively on her lower back.
He had never been so touchy-feely before. She actually enjoyed his touch, maybe a little more than she should. First, his hand on her thigh brought forth erotic images of his hands traveling further up. Now, she was wishing he would move his hand just…a…little…lower, to cup her ass.
She snapped out of her daze when she saw Jasper waving his hands in front of her face.
“There you are,” he chuckled.
“Sorry, daydreaming,” she explained. “Do you two mind if I rest a bit?”
“Of course we don’t mind. You go get some rest, we’ll think of something for the three of us to do later on.”
“Thanks, you guys are the best.” She reached up and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. Jasper’s was smooth, his skin soft against her lips. She may have allowed herself to linger there a little longer than necessary, but no one complained. Then she turned to kiss Braeden’s cheek, but he had another idea. When her face was close, he turned his so that their lips connected.
His lips were warm, and soft, but the kiss was anything but. When she didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in closer as his tongue teased the crease of her lips.
She moaned and opened up, allowing him access to her mouth. His other hand was softly caressing her back, but she felt a third hand on the back of her head, twisting the mass of hair, and tugging backward.
“If he gets a kiss like that, so do I,” Jasper said right before his mouth captured hers. She was so close to him that they were breathing each other’s air. The kisses were so completely arousing that her panties were slowly filling with the moisture seeping out of her ****.
“Why don’t we take this comfort party to the bedroom?” Braeden suggested.
Jasper pulled away from the kiss long enough to nod his agreement as he swooped her up into his arms and started carrying her to the room.
She was breathing heavily from the two breathtaking kisses, and her excitement was growing with the anticipation of taking things further with these two men.
Since losing her virginity to her hubby when they were teens, she had never been with any other man. That is not to say that she ne4ver had fantasies, but she remained true and committed to her vows. Well, not anymore. If her husband wanted to break those promises then she was free to do the same.
When they arrived at the room, Jasper set her on her feet and lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it onto the floor.
“I have always fantasized about you. I have wanted you for so long,” Jasper told her, and then gave her another intoxicating kiss.
Braeden was at her back, unclasping her bra. He removed it, freeing her breasts that were with from her arousal and sensitive to the touch. Braeden must have sensed that, because his hands reach around her and cupped one breast in each hand.
Braeden’s hands, Jasper’s kiss, her own excitement – combined they were all overwhelming and she couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her lips.
Braeden wasn’t one to be ignored; he placed his strong hands on her jaw and turned her face toward his for another kiss. Jasper unfastened her shorts, pulled them, along with her panties, down, and helped her step out of them. She was on fire, and ready to combust when Jasper dropped to his knees in front of her and started playing with her clitoris, rolling it between his fingers, and sending pleasurable pain right to her core.
She rocked her hips forward, seeking more, and Jasper gave it to her. He leaned in and licked her from her opening to her clit in one long, painfully slow, stroke.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he did it again, over and over, as Braeden licked and kissed up and down her neck while he was playing with her breasts.
She was right at the peak of an orgasm when Jasper inserted one finger and sent her flying. Braeden caught her, pulling her back against him, as she soared the wave of her climax.
Jasper stood up, sucking her juices off his fingers, and said, “You taste better than I imagined.” He leaned forward then and kissed her. She had never tasted herself before. She loved the mixture of his beer with her juices on her tongue.
“Bed?” Braeden asked.
She nodded and walked to sit down on the bed. Braeden stood in front of her and asked her, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, never better,” she answered.
She looked over to Jasper who was stripping his clothes off. Damn! He had one hell of a body! Why had she never noticed?
Braeden stepped back to remove his jeans and boxer briefs, both men’s **** were standing at attention when they came to her. One was large in girth while the other was longer in length, but both were impressive and in need of relief.
She wrapped a hand around each one and took turns licking and kissing them. They tasted musky and salty, but so very delicious. She covered Jasper’s in her saliva so she could work him with her hand as she took Braeden as far into her mouth as possible. She worked his **** in and out of her mouth for a few minutes before switching over to Jasper’s and doing the same.
It didn’t take long before they were pulling away. Jasper lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him and slowly covered his engorged **** with her drenched ****. It felt so good to be filled so completely, and she started riding him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. He groaned his pleasure and began thrusting up into her.
She looked back at Braeden who was stroking his **** and motioned for him to join them. She had never had two men at once, but she had used toys.
“Are you sure?” He asked her.
“Yes, I want you both, now,” she said and leaned forward, displaying her ass for him. He spit into the palm of his hand and moistened his dick before meeting her tight anal rim. There was only a little resistance before he was able to enter completely.
The pain, the pleasure, was almost too much, as they all began to rock in unison.
The room filled with the scent of sex, and the sounds of pleasure, as they all groaned and moaned and worked their way up to an orgasm.
“I’m going to cum!” She screamed out just as she felt her holes fill with the jut of ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of **** juice filled her **** and ass just as she climaxed.
After a few minutes of stillness, in an attempt to relax and come down from the high, Jasper asked, “How you feeling, Candy?”
“Oh, very good now, thanks,” she answered with a sleepy smile.

Clay Death · « **Reply #178 on:** November 02, 2015, 06:44:32 pm »

Quote from: Jenny on October 31, 2015, 12:41:46 pm

Selene is happy. She is content. She is an independent woman with a hard-working, loving boyfriend. She has it all. Until she doesn't.

Selene decides to surprise her boyfriend on his first night home from a long business trip. She sneaks into his home, and into his bedroom, only to find another woman occupying his bed with him. Hard-working is right! He is hard at work with another woman.

Not listening to his excuses, she storms out of his house and heads home to plot her revenge, which consists of hooking up with a few of his best buddies and sending him photographic evidence of her fun.

Oh! And when he decides to show up at her apartment early one morning, begging for forgiveness, she decides to exact a little more revenge in the form of humiliation.

What kind of humiliation you ask? Well, you will have to buy, or borrow the book to find out.

http://www.amazon.com/Revenge-Jenny-Foshia-ebook/dp/B017DYMGXY/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1446504140&sr=8-3&keywords=Jenny+Foshia

wow. your center is sensational.

so much new, amazing material to share with your fans, followers, and customers.

they are going to love it.

JFoshia · « **Reply #179 on:** November 02, 2015, 07:15:41 pm »

Thanks, Clay

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