Update From Rhiannon Irons

Hello everyone!

Just a quick update as to what is happening on the writing front.  As you are all well aware, Ahlephia has taken a back seat for the time being.  I'm a little burned out on the story at the moment, but I assure you that I'll be stepping back into the world of fantasy soon.

In regards to my short stories that have been posted on here, my ideas are running thin.  I would love to just be able to sit down and write the first thing that pops into my head, but alas that's not how my mind works.  When I get in the mood again, I will be producing some new erotica as well as releasing another couple of short 'horror' stories from my personal vault. 

I am writing multiple novels at the moment.  Marooned, you can read the first chapter on here, is escalating well.  An Evening In Roma, which is my spin on a romance novel, is also coming along nicely.  Then there is my Price Of Fame series, which I am just beginning to create and, in theory, be the next story to be released after Ahlephia.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me over the years.  I appreciate your kinds words more than I can say.  Also a big thank you to Dom, who sent Trent an e-mail regarding a new debate topic for me and Truly Disturbing.  Once my mind clears, I'll sit down and write it.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for everything.  And if you want me to create a personalised story for you, please don't hesitate to say so in the comments below.  I read them and take all your thoughts about my writing on board, whether it be negative or positive.

Hopefully we'll see more from both Hazlo and James in the near future.  Until then, may your days be filled with sunshine and happy thoughts.

Love always,
Rhiannon Irons : )

Bathtime Buddy - Part One

The elegant glow of candlelight flickered across her face. Rhiannon smiled, catching a glimpse of her bright green eyes in the mirror as she blew out the match. Her long blonde hair framed her face, her single pink streak very vibrant, even in the minimum lighting.

The bathroom was filled with candles, each one lit, casting a romantic vibe throughout the room. The scent of roses filled the room, mixed with the unmistakeable aroma of musk.

Rhiannon untied the black satin robe she wore, it slipping from her shoulders and gliding gently to the floor, crumpling in a heap at her feet. 

Kicking it aside Rhiannon turned her attention to the already drawn bubble bath. Red rose petals floated elegantly in the water, begging her to join them. Dipping a single toe in, Rhiannon smiled. The water temperature was perfect.

She climbed into the bath, sighing with content as she slid down under the bubbles, her body fully submerged underwater. 

She emerged, wiping her face with her hands, blinking as the water dripped down her nose. Her long hair was matted to her back as she leaned back, her head resting comfortably on the padded head rest of her bath.

Rhiannon picked up a rose petal, feeling its velvety softness between her fingers before releasing it back into the water. It glided away from her, gently floating towards her legs, sticking to her knee.

She smiled, closing her eyes. Her nipples were erect as the water lapped them gently. She touched them lightly with her hand before giving her breasts a firm squeeze. She rolled her nipples around in between her thumb and index finger, squeezing them tightly, wish that it was him.

Her head lolled back, eyes still closed, lips parted as a low moan of pleasure escaped her mouth. Rhiannon slid one hand down her stomach, past her bellybutton ring before reaching her moist centre. She rubbed her clitoris before sliding a single finger into her with ease. 

Rhiannon arched her back slightly, her eyes still closed. Her breathing was ragged, uneven as she drove herself into a fury of sexual lust.

The door opened. Rhiannon turned her head, withdrawing her fingers, and smiled, her eyes lighting up at the man standing in the door way. He smiled back, his grey-green eyes roaming over her features. He was fully clothed but with each step he took his hands began to unbutton his shirt.

Rhiannon licked her lips as his shirt fell to the floor reveal his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Oh, how she loved to be wrapped up in his well toned arms, her head resting comfortably on his pecks. His eyes watched hers as he unzipped his pants, dropping them.

Judging from the bulge in his briefs, he was just excited as she was. She stares up at him, shooting him her most seductive look. He almost let out an audible groan. He had never been one to resist that look. That look is the reason why the polar ice caps are melting, not global warming.

Rhiannon scooted forward in the bath, the bubbles obstructing any view he had of her breasts. She arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow and he got the hint. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, he dropped them to the floor, his erection straining to full length.

She licked her lips again, her eyes trained on his cock. He stepped forward, keeping out of her reach. She batted her eyelashes innocently at him before leaning back, her head resting on the soft pillow, her hand tracing lightly over her breasts, her eyes not leaving his.

He gulped, his cock straining painfully. She was a sex kitten, in every possible way. What he wouldn't give right now to pull her erect nipple into his mouth and let his tongue swirl around it before biting down gently. He wanted to send waves of pleasure rolling over her, showing her what his years of experience could do to her.

Rhiannon grinned, noticing his fists clenched at his sides. She dropped her hand in the water, tracing her fingers lightly over her thighs. “Care to join me?” she asked teasingly, a hint of innocence in her voice.

Q&A With James Thompson

Greetings gentle readers,

A few days ago, Rhiannon Irons posted an update on her life, which also included a warm welcome to a new member of The Final Curtian team, James Thompson from Kent, England. As requested, I had already planned a new Q&A with Rhiannon. Then came the realization that you wanted to hear more from James.

My inbox was flooded with questions so I fired the most requested questions over to James, whom I'm proud to say, replied to them within 24 hours. So, without further ado, let me present A Q&A With James Thompson.

Trent: How would you describe your writing style?

James: I would say that horror-related writing is my style. I like to keep the reader on edge, not give too much away and create an image in their mind that is both haunting and gripping.

Trent: What genre do you prefer to write?

James: The horror genre is a particular favourite. It is the one genre I feel where you can create such great characters and scenarios. Setting is massively important in creating the atmosphere and scaring people witless is always fun! I would also love to do a bit of sci-fi or even blend sci-fi and horror for some stories, films like Alien proved this to be successful.

Trent: How often do you check your posts to see if new comments have been added?

James: I couldn't put an exact time frame on it but I admit to looking back for comments a lot. There's nothing greater than getting feedback, positive or negative on your writing, it improves you as a writer. It also pleases me when comments begin to roll in as I then know people are acknowledging my work and (hopefully) enjoying it. 

Trent: How did you come to be a part of The Final Curtain blog?

James: I actually became part of The Final Curtain through Twitter, where I met Rei. We got talking and I loved her short stories so much I thought I would give it a try and have never looked back since. It's great to be a part of something so great.

Trent: What do you prefer to write?

James: Currently I love writing short stories although I find time constraints due to everyday things (work etc) make it harder for me to write more. Screenplays are a big passion too and I aspire to one day be a professional screenwriter. I also really enjoy writing reviews on my blog (fanaticalfilm.blogspot.com) and for other sites on the web, film is my ultimate passion.

Trent: How much faith do you have in your writing?

James: I believe hugely in my writing but I am a big critic of my own work. I am always trying to get the best out of my writing skills and hope I will only improve further with more stories, screenplays, reviews etc. I do tend to ask friends and family opinions of my work to ensure it is of a good quality.

Trent: Rhiannon made an announcement that readers would soon get to see The Roommate as a mini movie and that you're adapting it for the screen. How is that coming along and how did you get involved in it?

James: The Roommate is a project I am very excited about. I offered to work on the screenplay after Rei told me she would love to take a new direction and make some of her stories into short films. I was greatly enthusiastic about this and would love to be a part of such a great visionary's work. I am still in the early stages but rest assured you will see some movement in this project in the near future. I want to thoroughly pick apart the story to ensure my screenplay does it justice.

Trent: Honestly, what do you think about Rhiannon Irons' body of work? - this includes her short horror, erotica and anything relating to Truly Disturbing.com

James: As a whole I think Rhiannon is an incredibly talented writer who clearly has the magic touch when it comes to stories and her knowledge of horror films. Her stories, be it erotica or horror, are captivating and really put you in the moment which I absolutely love. With regards to her work on Truly Disturbing I am amazed at her passion and knowledge of the horror genre and wish I had so many amazing random facts!

Trent: How did you and Rhiannon Irons' meet?

James: I have a very bad memory so can't remember the exact instance but it was through Twitter we got talking and built a quick rapport and understanding of one another. We both have a passion for what we write and our love for horror helps us along too!

Trent: Do you have any advice for budding young writers or for people that want to start writing?

James: The best advice I can give is to enjoy yourself when writing, let your mind run free and no idea is wrong as long as you think it is worth putting on paper. Also advice Rei gave me was to believe in yourself and your writing.

Trent: How do you deal with stress in your everyday life?

James: To be honest I am not one of these people who get stressed that much, I'm a calm individual for the most. When stressed alone time is essential. Writing may be a stress reliever but I don't specifically think 'I must write' when I am stressed.

Trent: What's in store for you next?

James: Well, continuing with The Roommate and Blood Wars: A Brother's Redemption are on the list. I also have an idea of a new short story involving a ship containing an evil spirit along with my continuing film reviews. I just will keep striving to write my best and hopefully one day get that paid job I so badly want.

Trent: Where do you want you writing to take you?

James: As mentioned before I would love to work as a full time professional writer, whether it be reviewing films, writing screenplays or short stories. I have found my passion and I am willing to stick with it to get where I want to be.

Trent: Are you single?

James: No I am not. I have a girlfriend of 6 years and we live together with our cat Rocky!

Trent: Sorry ladies. One last question. You asked for an opinion on a vampire screenplay via The Final Curtain. How is that coming along?

James: Blood Wars is a project I am extremely optimistic about following some great feedback. The ideas have been rolling out and I am happy to say he screenplay is slowing coming into place albeit a slow process. I have all of the plans set, it's just putting it to writing now. This is one screenplay I have high hopes for so watch this space....

I'm getting chills with anticipation. A big thank you to James for answering all those questions. A big thank you to all of you who sent me those questions. We hope this interview has been informative and we wait with baited breath to see what else James will produce in the future.  Follow him on Twitter @thommoj03.

Keep checking back for my one on one with Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons.

Trent

Innocence

Her hair was like golden silk. Her eyes as green as emeralds, sparkling with delight as she took a seat in his lap, facing him, her legs parted as they draped over his.

She wasn't normally so bold, but time spent with him had been favourable to her. She tossed her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She looked at him with all the innocence of a school girl, wetting her lips, her pink tongue dipping out the corners of her mouth.

Her hand pressed against his bare chest, feeling his muscles stiffen at her touch. She smirked slightly, making eye contact with him. 

She was wearing his shirt with a simple pair of white lacy panties. After the night they had shared together, she felt comfortable enough to walk around in minimal clothing. His shirt, her panties, no bra.

She lent down and kissed him. Just pressing her lips against his. It was a sweet kiss, almost as though she was testing the waters with him. Although, after the way she moaned his name last night, he was certain all the waters were now charted.

He placed his hand on her lower back, feeling the curve of her spine, tracing it with a finger. He knew she was shy about initiating anything, but this was her game so he was to play by her rules.

He watched as her fingers went up to the top button of his shirt...and undid it. He licked his lips as the top curve of her breast was exposed. She bit her lip, eyes trained on him as she undid the next button and the one after that and the one after that, until his shirt hung open, exposing her creamy white flesh and gold diamond bellyring.

His shirt, whilst hanging open, concealed her breasts, her nipples hidden behind the cool cotton fabric. He smiled, his eyes lingering. They may have been concealed from view, but he could see them pressing against the material, hard, erect, begging to be touched, licked, sucked.

Slowly he reached his hand up, feeling the curve of her body before cupping her breasts, his thumb rubbing across her nipples, watching them strain against his shirt, hardening until they rivalled diamonds.

She watched him as he teased her nipples, before brushing the shirt aside and taking one of them in his mouth. She let out a low moan, her eyes closing as his tongue swirled around her nipple, flickering the tip of tongue over it before gently nipping at her. 

His free hand kneaded the other breast, tugging her nipple, pawing at her, gripping her hard as she had requested last night. He had taken her to new levels of ecstasy last night, giving her something no other man had; an orgasm. He had felt her body convulse as he lapped at her clitoris with his tongue, his finger driving into her. He held her in his arms while she had come down off Cloud 9, before bending her over and gently teasing her with his cock, rubbing the head against her moist pussy. She had groaned, pushing her hips back, begging him to enter her, which he did with one swift thrust.

A smile traced his lips as he remembered, his cock swelling in his jeans, as she rocked gently on his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders. 

He switched breasts, his mouth enclosing over the other one. Her breathing quickened, eyes closed, lips parted as an approving moan escaped her.

He let his hand drop from her breast, his finger tracing a line down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. They were damp and he smiled. He traced his finger over the crotch of her panties, feeling the moisture that seeped from her.

She pushed his head back, breaking his hold on her breasts. He caught a wicked glint in her eyes as she stood up, discarding the shirt. Her blonde hair fell across her nipples, concealing them from view. She motioned for him to stand, to which he obliged, moving over to her. “Take these off?” she questioned, although he could tell she meant it as a command. He knelt in front of her, the scent of sex hung in the air as he looped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her creamy white thighs.

She stepped out of them, and watched with interest as he placed her discarded panties into his jeans pocket. Now she stood before him, naked, tiny beads of sweat beginning to matriculate on her skin, sliding in between her breasts. He stood up, his tongue eagerly following the trail, teasing her before his mouth pressed against hers in a passionate kiss. 

Their tongues danced together as he pulled her into his body. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. It was so hard that it hurt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to break their embrace.

They parted and she whimpered. “Patience, pretty one,” he said softly, unzipping his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them aside then proceeded to discard his briefs in the same manner. She bites her lip, her eyes lingering on his swollen member as a few drops of pre-cum form on the head.

She drops to her knees, her eyes trained on his. He sees that familiar wicked gleam in her eyes before she closes them as her mouth closes around his cock.

A low, animal-like growl escapes his throat, his head falling back, his eyes closed as her tongue does merry circles around his head before gliding up and down the length of his shaft before enclosing over his complete length.

Her eyes open, gazing skyward as she continues to tease his cock, tasting his flesh. She gives a soft chuckle as his hand runs through her hair, blonde tresses tumbling through his fingers.

His eyes open as he feels a small spasm passing through him. She was delightfully wicked, demonic at times, knowing exactly what to do to cause a reaction from him. All it took was a little prodding on his behalf.

He could feel his orgasm building. He didn't want to come just yet, but she wasn't really giving him a choice in the matter. His hand was still intertwined in her hair. He grabbed a handful and gave a gentle pull. She stopped what she was doing to look up at him, innocence dancing over her features.

He stood her up, dropping to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder, his hands holding her firmly in place. She was turned on, that was easy to see, as her juices swept down her thighs. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him as he tentatively flicked his tongue across her clitoris.

Tossing her head back, she let out a low moan. This encouraged him to further his ventures, his tongue dipping into her, her long French tipped nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

His hands held her as her body gyrated, determined to get off with just the aid of his tongue. A shiver passed down her spine, her hips rocking wildly as his tongue probed deeper into her body, his hands holding the curve of her ass. He flicked his tongue across her clitoris rapidly, as though he was turning on a light switch. It was this last action that caused her to convulse, her body shaking, her pussy twitching as she rode the pleasure waves of ecstasy. He continued to tongue her, prolonging the sensations that swept over her until she managed to weakly push his head away.

She collapsed in his arms, beads of sweat rolling down her back. He held her, talking soothingly, rubbing her back. Her breathing was slow and even, her chest raised and fell with each deep breath. She licked her lips, her eyes unfocused. She wanted to say “Wow,” or “That was fucking awesome,” but the words wouldn't form. For the first time in her life, she was speechless.

In one swift movement, he had picked her up in his strong arms and carried her over to the dining room table. After talking extensively last night, he had learned one of her fantasies was to do it on a pool table or on the dining room table. She had added very quickly that she'd clean everything afterwards which only made him laugh. 

He laid her down, spreading her legs, his thumb circling her clitoris, rubbing diligently. She thrashed her head from side to side, her body shaking. Her eyes opened, staring into his, pleading with him not to send her over the edge again. At least, not until he had gotten off.

Wrapping his arms around her legs, he entered her, her inner muscles grasping at his quivering member, squeezing him tightly as he trust into her over and over again. She scooted her ass closer to him, allowing him to go deeper inside. He lent over her, her ankles now resting on his shoulders, her hands playing with her breasts, tweaking her own nipples as she moaned in approval as his thumb returned to her clit, resuming the small, enticing circles.

From the pit of her belly another orgasm was forming. His hips bucking against her, her hips rocking back against him. With a guttural groan from him, she fell his cock spasm, the warmth of his juices flowing inside her. It was enough to cause a scream to tear from her throat as she came again, scratching at the table, his name on her lips.

For a minute or two, they laid there, his cock still buried inside her. He stood up, withdrawing from her, watching his fluids mixed with hers trickle from her pussy and onto the table top.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes still jade green. She licked her lips, her eyes roaming over his body, coming to rest on his cock. He followed her gaze and watched as his cock sprung back to life. She gave a wicked little smirk and arched her eyebrow.

“Up for round two?” she asked innocently.

Firsts - A First From Hazlo

Trent Alexander Faulkner here folks with an impressive story from a young man who wishes to be known as Hazlo. An erotic story that challenges Rhiannon Irons' work in oh-so-many ways. It's worth the read, and if the comments are good, maybe we shall see more of him.

If you have any stories that want us to publish on here, regardless of what they're about, then give us a shout at Trent_Faulkner@hotmail.com and we'll post them for you - Trent.

The train ride to your place is slower than I remember it being. Maybe it’s because I’m distracted, thinking about you next to me and what we’re going to do, maybe the train has pulled into an extra stop or two and I haven’t noticed. Probably the former. I look over at you, see your nervous smile and meet it with my own. It’s difficult not to feel a bit flighty, like a kid again holding hands with someone for the first time. I can feel the excitement burning a hole inside me like a droplet of acid. Though it seems like it was much longer, the train soon pulls into your station and we walk back to your house.

　
The street is dark, the sun having made its way below the horizon over an hour ago. We walk quickly, knowing each step gets us closer to your door, your room, your bed. We round the last corner, metres away, feet, we’re there. You open the door quickly into a dark house, no-one else home, no-one due back for a few days, housemates having gone on holiday together. We go inside. While you fumble around in the dark for the switch, I can’t get the smile off my face.

The lights come on in your room, the pink shade bathing us both in rose coloured tones. Still both a little nervous, we look at each other and share a laugh before we step in to kiss. I put my arms around you and draw you in tight; I can feel your body heat, your hair on my face, your scent filling my nose and it makes me kiss you harder. I feel your soft, warm lips pressing on mine, your beautiful body in my arms and I think Finally!

　
I start to unbutton my shirt, then think again, grab your hands and get you to undress me. I get little shivers as your fingers brush against my chest and run over my shoulders, a trail of goosebumps rising from the trail of your touch, my shirt dropping to the ground. I find the edges of your top and start pulling it up and off you, revelling in the reveal of your body. I want to take my time with this, I really do but your breasts are suddenly there in front of me, enticing nipples dark and starting to harden beneath your bra. It makes me breathe faster; I feel hot flushes and my cock starts to jump and strain in my underwear. I reach behind you and unclip the straps of your bra, slowly remove it and drop it to the ground and my heart skips a beat or two. I feel your hands dancing magically on my belt buckle and my pants suddenly loosen.

　
I move over to your bed and taking a seat on the side, kick off my shoes. I reach around and pull you close again so my head is level with your chest; I can’t get naked fast enough, I have to have your breasts in my mouth now. I circle my tongue on your right nipple first, flicking it like it was a light switch. My right hand massages your other breast, cupping, holding and caressing. My left though, is still trying to work at the zip at the back of your dress; it takes a moment but I get it and snake down my hand, stripping it off you. I stop to take a small breath, kicking my pants off and I stop for a second, drinking it all in – here we are, standing here together, naked except for our underwear and then… there they go too.

You’re glorious naked, do you know that? I think you do. I pull you back in close, caressing you, exploring you, learning you. It’s my turn to leave a trail of goosebumps as I trace up along your arms, one hand winding slowly down your back and the other across your chest, underneath each breast and down your stomach making you gasp a little, kneeling lower as I go. As I cup your plump curvy ass and pull you in still closer, your thighs part slightly ready for my touch.

My finger slides reverentially down, light but firm, slightly trembling as I run along your pussy, drawing your wetness to the surface. I feel you quivering as I draw it back up again, next to but not quite across the juicy bud of your clitoris and I take a moment, teasing it a little, your breathing coming faster and deeper now. When I slide into you, I know the whispered moan from your lips will stay with me forever.

I have to taste you in that moment and my tongue reaches out to join my hand, playing in harmony with gentle licks and making your quivers turn to shakes. I stay there savouring you, your hands running through my hair, pulling and teasing at it, driving me on. I feel a sheen of sweat breaking out on the small of your back and I know you’re close, your hips pushing against me, my finger deep inside you now, circling your g-spot while my tongue bathes and lashes along your clitoris. The sounds coming from your perfect mouth make me look up and seeing you like this, your orgasm dancing on my tongue, the scent of you filling me up and the desire in your eyes - it’s more than I can bear, my cock straining to be inside you.

I sit down on the bed, pulling you down and on top of me. I’m throbbing now, I have your beautiful ass in my hands, I’m rubbing myself on your delicious pussy and am engulfed in your breasts; your groans are soft, but becoming more audible now as you feel first the head, then the shaft bumping against your clit. I tilt my hips and press it harder on you, heightening the sensation and forcing your eyes wider at the unexpected surprise. We rock like that for awhile, letting the sensations build, you’re so wet against my belly, so silken and smooth inside. I can feel your muscles start the tremors of another orgasm, your toes clenching and breath heaving now as you come again with long shudders of pleasure cascading through your body.

I lean back and pull you with me, kisses flying until our lips lock. I feel your hand guide me into you slowly and the first few seconds nearly make me come right then. You feel so good, so rightand I’m in you and you’re on me. I tilt my hips back as you push down, driving me deeper into you, your hands reaching out and rubbing along my chest. You look like a goddess perched above me, gentle rocking at first growing more intense as the rhythm of sex takes hold. I push further into you and hold there, rubbing your clitoris against my tensed stomach muscles. By the look on your face, this is very welcome and the quiet whimpers this encourages from you set every nerve in my body alert and tingling, a locus of energy quickly building as I feel my own orgasm electrifying through me.

I want to sustain this moment, draw it out and spin it round over and over, letting the waves of sensation flood through me like I’m a wire connected to a power source. I sit up again, the new angle bringing us both there as our groins pulse and jump together, tremors of the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in years ricocheting off the inside of my skin and I can’t hold back the moan that builds from deep within me as my eyes roll back. I hold you so close that we’re almost one being as we ride the waves of pleasure, the apricot colour of the afterglow settling through us like a gentle but persistent mist and we collapse down again, a mess of limbs and hair and sweat, huge smiles chiselled on our faces.

As we lay there together, nestled in, the air cooling once more, you look over at me and the glint of desire and mischief is still there in your eyes. It makes my cock twitch and stir again and I know we’re far from finished.

‘Seconds?’ I ask, and your smiles says ‘yes, and thirds and fourths and fifths,’ which gets no argument from me.