I'm not really ready to show the trailer to the world, but in light of last weeks post I wanted something light-hearted for this week!
Enter the Seducing Sensei Book Trailer!
Now I know what your thinking...you've seen my version, how can this one be different? Well, as I mentioned in the last seducing sensei book trailer update...
...the one that was professionally done is much better! So now I'm going to give you the real Seducing Sensei book trailer!
And not only that...
I'm giving you the X rated one! I don't think I'll upload this one to Youtube. Just sayin'. The G Rated version will be all over, but this one...well don't say I didn't warn ya.
Of course if you saw the last one, you know what I mean!
Mature Audiences Only!
So I took the pictures and the music and made my own video. But, why would I do that when I spent money on a guy to do it for me? Don't jump to conclusions! Read on...
But I am just too excited not to share something. Plus this was so fun to make. My book trailer, the one I had made by a pro, doesn't have all the pictures, nor does it have the whole 3 minute song. The song is timed perfectly for the pro video and works so well with the images--I could never get my trailer to be like that.
Mine is amateur hour.
But I did a video of both all the pictures and the 3 minutes of music together. The professionally done book trailer is far better than mine. In no way shape or form am I thinking to myself...I could have done better. No. No I could not. But I wanted all the images and all the music together to see if it could be done.
Well, you tell me how it came out. If you like it, you'll love what the pro did to it. But this one I have to show, so here goes! An exclusive you'll only get on The Dirty Blog!
Warning: Boy on Boy on Boy love!
All Male Menage!
Please do not continue if watching same sex relationships upsets you.
The following video is EXCESSIVELY GRAPHIC!
As always ~ XO Stephy
All I can say is...I found the perfect video guy for my book trailer...and I can't...I can't even...
I'll show you a 20 second clip he gave me. I just can't even...
So it's very early this morning as I write. I realize I have very little in the way of an update. Looks like this blog is going to be very short. Here it is:
I've gotten back everyone's crits for Seducing Sensei. My crit partners rock! I have some amazing information. I didn't think about it at the time but I probably should have had someone help me with developmental edits. But that's just not how I roll...
On another note, I'm working towards the Seducing Sensei book trailer. So while I read through all my "life-vests" here's another excerpt from Seducing Sensei that may or may not make the final cut (but probably will).
“Are you all right?” He said. But there was no concern in his eyes. Only his stubborn poker face.
I regained my balance and tried to push him away as forcefully as I could. He might as well be bolted to the ground. He didn’t even move under my hand. It was me who stumbled away. This time he didn’t motion to grab me. Thankfully I didn’t trip this time.
My body went numb. My mind went blank. My only urge was to run, flee, escape. The body shakes returned in force. There was no Itsuma to hold me this time.
“If this is how you act around me, what is the point?” He said.
“You were supposed to meet me at the grill.” I tried holding myself to put back the pieces of my failing courage.
Kai stepped into my house and shut the front door. “I would rather speak in private. I have something personal to say.”
Fucking Kai—doing whatever he pleased. He hadn’t changed. We stared at each other. Kai looked the same as he had five years ago. His black hair still shined. His short locks waved and shifted whenever he moved like a damn shampoo commercial. Those golden eyes still pierced with a laser focus that seemed to be able to physically push people away. Narrow chin, slight nose and a perfect complexion made him devilishly handsome. Operative word being devilish. But that face wouldn’t fool me anymore.
“So I have a favor,” I said.
“What? No how is life? How have you been? What is new?” Kai folded his arms as if he had a right to be pissed.
“Fuck you, you god damn asshole! You’re five fucking years too late. Go to hell!” I screamed my head off. Wetness trickled down my face. Shit. I couldn’t look at him. Not like this.
“Communication runs both ways.”
My head snapped up. “Communication? Well then you’re the worst listener ever.”
Kai breathed a sigh of relief.
My trembling became a source of energy. The energy enough to punch him in the face. “No you don’t get to come here and find resolution fucktard. You used me like a god damn toilet...” my knees wobbled. I caught myself and leaned against the back of my couch. Oh god, why did I call him?
Flashes of memory came rolling in. Six years of trying to forget him and what he did came rolling back like it was yesterday. Kai staring at me like he’d never seen blood in his whole life. The hospital. The nightmares. Watching him sling an arm around a girl, ignoring me as they passed. The pain of rejection when I needed answers and he wouldn’t return my calls.
His voiced snapped me back into the present. “Granted, I probably deserve your ire—”
“Probably?” I screamed like a woman who’d been cheated on. “Ire? No, you son-bitch, there’s no probably about it. What you did doesn’t just cause ire fuck face.”
“You always did have a flare for theatrics.”
Okay, it wasn't exactly said like that, but it was the jest of the conversation I had with several of my gay friends after they read Seducing Sensei. Well, Harry knew about my details in writing since he'd read But For You, Yes). *BTW... names have been changed to protect the innocent.*
They looked at me as if I was some kinna awesome writer. Then I completely crashed that awed look by saying, "Honeys, I may not have a dick, but everybody's got an asshole."
Tom dropped his jaw. Harry giggled, and the wash of stunned paralysis that overcame Seth was a clear sign I'd just blown his mind. It was much like Kuroko no Basuke (the gif you see above).
Yes, honeys, I can relate to you.
But let's not make me spell it out.
After Tom flustered for a bit, he said..."But you have...um...other holes."
I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Baby, straight men like to fuck up the ass too."
The other two looked like Godzilla had torn open their mind, stepped inside and burned there brains out with fire. Oh the possibilities.
For all you straight men out there, sorry about that. There are now two bottomers thinking the impossible is possible. Straight to gay. Ahhh...I totally get their fantasy. It's the "your the only one for me" fantasy. The "I can use my body to make you like me 'cause I'm hot for you" fantasy.
Which brings me to the Seducing Sensei update!
Some writers might think the comments were negative. I got a lot of "I didn't understand Itsuma..." or "Loved Scott, really couldn't stand the other two."
These are not discouraging comments.
What? Stephanie you're a masochist.
Uhhh...no. I just understand what this means. It means I have not shown the redeeming qualities of my characters. I have not shown the inner workings of Itsuma. I have not shown Mori's grief, responsibility or thought process towards the other characters. I've not shown the love.
On September 1st, I'll be back into editing Seducing Sensei. For now, I'll give you an excerpt I know will make it to publishing. For your reading pleasure! Here goes:
Excerpt Warning - This one is graphic - sexual content
Scott nodded and smiled but his cock lost some of its hardness. He was frightened. Yet he still made like it was nothing. A chip of my heart broke off and drifted in the for Scott part of my soul.
I ripped off the tip of the applicator, slipped the flexible, thin tube up Scott’s back channel and squeezed the bladder. He sucked in a breath but otherwise didn’t move.
“I’m only touching, okay?” I watched Scott’s face for the slightest hint of discomfort.
“Okay,” his voice cracked.
“Did it hurt?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He smiled and those white teeth blazed in the dark room.
“Good.” I flipped the lid off the bottle and coated my right hand until my fingers were dripping. I closed the lube, tossed it, took the base of his cock with my dry hand and lavished my oral technique with lips, tongue and suction for his pleasure. Scott expressed his gratitude by letting loose with seductive panting.
“Yes…Mori…yes.” His hands explored the tangles of my long hair and gently pulled my strands back into his loose fist. A few stray locks escaped his grasp and each time he would gently lift the escapee back up.
I couldn’t get enough. My tongue stroked up and down his silky skin. I wanted to excite him until his cock couldn’t get any harder. I sucked and teased watching his expressions. So far only enjoyment crossed his relaxed face.
As he got harder I pushed that cock of his down my throat until I swallowed him to his base at every stroke. His whimpers became my favorite soundtrack. Slow and steady, I kept my pace. He was shaking. The kid was holding back.
“Move your hips,” I said. “Lose yourself.”
He was being too restrained. Too polite. Scott trembled in the fervent shaking from need. “Mr. Reis! Mori!”
Good boy. I smiled while plunging down on his cock. Now was the perfect time to introduce fingers. I stroked a thumb under his balls, pressing against the section of skin above his anus. His cock flexed in my mouth. He was ready.
The twinge of hesitation in his eyes had me reassuring him. “Just fingers,” I said.
Our eyes locked as I rubbed the lubricant between my fingers. I willed away the uncertainty I saw in his face. Only a good experience would cast his fear out. I’d make sure to take it easy and blow his mind in the best possible way.
I went back to using my oral skills to calm him. I’d make him forget his troubles. At first I rubbed around his back end, slicking his body and getting him use to the idea. All the while I never stopped letting him feel the pleasure of oral sex.
My forefinger rubbed up and down, desensitizing the trauma area. Scott responded surprisingly well. He let his head fall back and relaxed his legs even further. Once the lubricant spread, the apprehension changed to lust.
“Good?” I said.
“Yes,” he panted.
“Just relax. I won’t go further than you want. Talk to me.” It was the best way to get him over this. He’d have to beg before I’d plunge my fingers in.
“There,” he said. “I like it when you stroke me…over my…entrance.”
Giving him control worked. He relaxed completely, sliding down onto his back. Letting me work him through his anxiety. Of course I was prepared for him not to give the word to go further. Just getting him this far was a triumph in my mind.
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