I mentioned a few days ago that I had finished the Lizzie stories, and that I had to go back and make them internally consistent. Shortly after I queued up that post, I finished working on a book that will be released under a different pen name — a satirical superhero story that somehow has more warmth and more of a journey for the main character than I’d initially planned. I was still feeling like getting some writing or editing done, and I didn’t yet feel like tackling the morass that is the GWWA book, so I opened my folder with the Lizzie stories in them and started going through them.

Because I wrote a big chunk of them all around the same time, I had in my head all of the facts and figures regarding the characters. I took a couple of hours to edit out anything that I had in [square brackets], and I also made some small changes to the writing to make it flow better.

And now Draft 2 is done. I’m going to find a beta reader for it, which is going to be hard because most people don’t like reading about ballbusting, but it needs it, just to make sure I haven’t left any huge plot holes or made any obvious mistakes. Then comes Draft 3, where I get rid of as many of the six words as I can (although I did already do some of that when I was working on Draft 2), and after that, I can set up the book itself and get it published. Ideally I’ll have it out this year sometime but it’s all going to depend on what’s happening over the next six months.

I also need to come up with a title. That’ll be difficult, I think, because of the topic of the book and the way I wrote it, but we’ll see what happens.

And now, here’s a small preview (very small) of the tenth and final chapter:

Lizzie laughed quietly, which was one of my favorite sounds. She made the small, pleased version of it when something caught her off-guard — not a big laugh, just a breath through her nose and a smile she couldn’t help. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll keep you busy for a little while.”

Then she sat on my face and I ceased to care about the kitchen, the burners, and anything else except for the scent and taste of my wife. She leaned forward after a minute or so, stroking me, squeezing my balls in her hand. Her blowjobs, sloppy and wet and loud, were the best I’d ever felt, but she couldn’t reach at this angle — she was too short and I was too tall. I tried to ignore the sensations from her hands as I worked to bring her to orgasm. It wasn’t simultaneous, but she came right as I spurted all over her hands and my stomach — maybe because of that — and my face was wet when she rolled off me. “Good boy,” she murmured.

Like I said previously, it’s a more character- and event-driven chapter than a sexually-explicit one. That said, if my beta reader says I need to add one more big sex scene at the end, I don’t mind doing that. Although, really, I don’t know how I can top some of the other sex scenes in chapters five through nine. Maybe I can make it more about comfort and routine making everyone happy while still enjoying the hell out of it. I guess we’ll see.

If you’re interested, the second draft is 65,821 words — longer than Lessons, but not as long as one of my short-story collections.