Category Archives: Mia & Ethan

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Making Mia Ch 21: Blood on the Dance Floor


My apologies for taking so long to update this story.  Hope you enjoy it.

Read Chapter 21 Blood on the Dance Floor here

“Oh. My. God. Will you look at that long tall drink of water.” Margot was staring out at the dance floor with her tongue hanging down to her knees and her nipples perked up like homing beacons. I wondered what the hell had her creaming her non-existent knickers when I turned and got a glimpse of the drink of water in question. Ethan was facing us while he did the bump and grind with a brunette hottie. I don’t know how he got back into the club without me noticing but sneaking around was the least of his worries right now. The bimbo with her hands on his ass had just hit the top of my shit list.

His eyes met mine, a warning not to move. This had better be fucking work-related or the bitch was going down. One of my hands was grazing the concealed dagger under my dress while the other gripped the hand gun in my purse. Then her hand wandered between his legs and I was off my seat before a coherent thought could land in my head.

“Hey, baby, you gonna join us?”

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Happy Belated Christmas Gifts!!


Sorry that I have been so absent of late.  Things are busy in Chez Sasha between the usual Christmas feasts and an intense bout of writing for publication.  So to make up for it, I have put together a little post-Xmas gift hamper for you.  Hope you enjoy!

First, Mia and Ethan agreed to tell someone that they were married but just who did they tell?  You can catch up on that news in this chapter.

Mia: Ch 20: Chains

For my Spanish readers, I have a special treat of not one but two chapters for Dedicándose a Elliot.

Capítulo 11 –Seda Sexy-

Capítulo 12 –Ven Conmigo-

Thank you to the beautiful Jenn for all the hard work she puts in on the Spanish translations for you.

And for my German readers of Hingabe an Elliot…

Kapitel 4: Sexy und ich weiß es

Thank you to Corinna and her beta for their hard work on the German translation.

Finally, if you are following my SoundCloud or my Flickr there are some new treats there for you too.

First two new songs have been uploaded to Soundcloud, so if you can stand me warbling my way through the Beatles and Caro Emerald, you can listen to them here.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

That Man

And I have shared with you on Flickr some of my photography including the beautiful mask given to me by my dear friend Colleen, who traveled to attend SexPo with me and Wattle Fanfiction earlier this year in Melbourne.

See more at http://www.flickr.com/photos/sashacameron/

Finally, in facebook world we indulged in some Not So Secret Santa activities.  This is the little gift I put together for my recipient, the beautiful Kristine Kristiansen.  If you would like to share in the Twelve Days of Christian you can read it here.

Thanks to all who are still reading my stories and blog posts.  I thank you for your ongoing support throughout 2013 and I wish you all the best for 2014.

Lots of love,

Sasha xxx

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Making Mia Chapter 19: Unchain My Heart


Read Chapter 19 here

One of the newcomers stands very still. There is so much tension in his body that he frightens me. I can feel the anger radiating off him in waves. His whole stance is making the other two look like rank amateurs. The other, my trainer’s assistant, crosses the floor and talks to my trainer. I can’t hear them and I can’t see them but I know that there is a meeting of minds going on. The other man holds all of my focus and I feel my pussy fairly flood with anticipation. God, I wish Ethan was here. I also wish that the angry man would step out of the shadows and into the light so I can see his eyes. I hear a door open and close behind me and the two other men are gone.

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Making Mia Ch 18 Dazed and Confused


Read Ch 18 Dazed and Confused here

“Get your tail down, Silver. There won’t be any bulldozing.” She turns to Elliot. “Honey, if I know my girl she’ll be eating sorrow by the spoonful. Sam and I are gonna have to go in there and rattle her cage a little. Try and get her back in the same room as the rest of us. But before we go over there, when was the last time you ate, darling?”

Yep, she’s gone bona fide Texan on our asses. She tries, fruitlessly, to shovel food into Elliot who still looks like he’s lost his best friend. Shell-shocked would be an accurate description and I hope like hell I never find myself in his shoes. Just the thought of it has me longing for Mia and I start to finger my phone, trying to get another text to her. It’s been less than a week but I don’t think I can stand another night without her.

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It’s Just Not Happening


I call upon Saga. the Norse goddess of “things spoken of’, including storytelling and family histories.  The god Hanuman who recounts the Tale of Rama.  Huehuecoyotl, the Aztec god of storytelling and singing. Mnemosyne, the Greek goddess of storytelling and memory, her partner Zeus and their nine daughters:

  • Calliope (heroic or epic poetry)
  • Clio (history)
  • Erato (lyric or love poetry)
  • Euterpe (music or flutes)
  • Melpomene (tragedy)
  • Polyhymnia (sacred poetry or mime)
  • Terpsichore (dancing and choral song)
  • Thalia (comedy)
  • Urania (astronomy)

And finally their leader the god Apollo who has music, poetry, and the arts in his keeping.

 

Will one of you assholes, hurry the fuck up and get me outta here!

 

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Mia: Ch 17: Mama Who Bore Me


Read Chapter 17 here

 

The crop slides down my tethered arms, tracing a feathery line from elbow to armpit and down over the swell of my breast, eliciting an involuntary shiver. My masked face drops backward sightlessly gazing at the suspension hook. The leather sensation has me sucking in my breath, a bead of sweat forming between my breasts. I imagine my tormentor is him and the moisture of longing pools between my thighs. God, I want this.

“You betray yourself, Mia.” Her voice, a harsh reminder that the apple has not fallen far from the tree.