Romancing the 'Nog
I was hanging out in my home one fine evening near Christmas, drinking eggnog and concluding that my life was in the pits when my phone chirped an alert. Of course, like any techno-nerd of the 21st century (that seems to be everyone these days), I plucked up the device to read the message. And that’s when Chapter One was born.
Now, some clarity is needed. Yes, it was a booty call and yes it was from a former work colleague. No, nothing beyond a few moments of hilarity between he and I happened. He soon realized that he’s used the wrong number for his evening’s goals. That mistake caused my evening to make a drastic turn from morose to cheerful.
Better, the seed of a story bloomed and “’Nog” was born. In little time I was laughing my way through the story, making notes and dumping my imagination onto the pages as fast as I could.
The thing about short stories is their compression. Things must happen fast, be believable, and come to a fine resolution somewhat swiftly. Indeed, the story of ’Nog spans only the five hours between and dawn. But it is life altering for my characters, as is often to case when Fate takes people in hand.
I touch upon a dark subject in ’Nog: breast cancer. The shadow of fear generated by that specter looms over many a woman. We can only do the best we can and make monthly breast examinations. But what if…?
For Deb, that question awaited only the medical results of her biopsy. Her loneliness, fear, and despair were about to ruin her Christmas. Then comes the burble of her cell phone that signaled, unbeknownst to her, the opportunity of a lifetime. Santa had delivered joy onto her doorstep in the form of the very tasty Caleb. He arrived with a carton of eggnog…and rocked her life.
The BDSM elements are light, with Caleb in the position of “top” and Deb embracing her role as “bottom”—the recipient of the sensations and excitement Caleb created for them. Additionally, there is a scene of uproarious non-traditional sex. (Well, I thought it was funny.) Ever hear of “freight training”? That was news to me until the offer arrived via my phone by mistake. Okay, yeah, I embellished and had some fun with it. But that’s what I do, right? I tell stories.
Anyway, I hope you will give “Rockin’ the Nog some of your valuable time. Try it on a chilly early spring evening when the Ol’ Jack Frost is banging on your doors. It should keep you warm and bring a smile to your face.
And try it with some passion fruit tea. Can’t hurt, right?