Title: Lusting for Lei
Author: A.J. Wright
Genre: LGBT erotic romance
SLAVE TO A SLAVE’S LOVE
Deep in France, is Louis a young, handsome prince who will soon be crowned as king and is Engaged to Penelope, who is the daughter of a Duke and a beauty herself. With both parents dead and gone, Louis has isolated his feelings and hates the idea of being king because he believes he won’t have the time to help people. His feelings are awaken, when he meets Lei. A Korean male who was fleeing the war in his own country with his wife and young son. Lei and his wife, Chun was stealing from the castle in order to feed there son and now are sentence to be slaves to Louis. Louis opens his heart up to the family and soon him and Lei develop a friendship. When friendship becomes a passionate love between two people who are star-cross lovers problems arise. Lei feels guilt for betraying his family and Louis feels pressure from his crown and Penelope. Both have to choose between there love or a life without each other. Will love be there regret?
As he broke down in a sob. He sobs in my lap as I held his warm, nude body that was on the floor. “I hate that I love you so much.” Lei told me as he cried. After he calmed down I did kiss him good-bye and he went to his quarters. I used the bathroom and I cleaned up myself and then I went back to my side of the castle to retire for the night. My ache for him was sedated for now, but when I went to my chambers that night and I laid down beside Penelope I started to think about what I needed to do. Even though I didn’t love Penelope it didn’t suggest that I don’t at least respect her. I needed to think about Lei and my love for him. I needed to call of the engagement. Lei may never want me or be with me because he was married and he had a child and I know even though he loved me he still loved them. I couldn’t ask Lei to leave them for me because it wasn’t right, but making Penelope believe that I love her when I don’t is wrong and I could not continue with these lies. After a few days, Lei was preparing my bath. The castle was empty and quiet that night. I laid in the hot water and Lei was desperately trying to avoid my gaze.
“Lei come here.” I told him.
“No, My Lord.” He said in a defiant tone as he continue to tidy up the bathroom. “Lei, what have I have done wrong?” “Not tonight Louis. Please.” “Just this once, while the castle is quiet.” “Do not try and trick me.” “I am not tricking you. I know you still want me that is why you are shaking right now. Your wife won’t know a thing. Just this one time. For old times’ sake.” “No! It doesn’t end with you.” “Love never ends Lei. It is everlasting. I beg of you just once to do what you feel and not what you think is right.”
Lei got undress and joined me in the tub. I kissed him gently. He was hesitant and unsure, but he allowed me to penetrated him while he was on top of me.
“You can’t keep making me do this-uuuhhh ahhh.” Lei was trying to whisper in my ear, but as I started to thrust in him and gently nibble on his ears he just couldn’t help himself. My ears were filled with his sweet moans again.
I am 26 years old now, but I feel like I have a writer’s soul. It feels like I have been writing for ages now. Coming up with an idea for a story it is the easiest part. The hardest part is finishing it, especially if you end up getting stuck along the way. Writing and reading has always been my passion. Ever since I was a little girl I have always had trouble dealing with my emotions. I get very emotional. Most of the times I have problems dealing with my anger and sadness.
In my young years, I never had a father. I was the fifth child of six kids that my mom had, but I only grew up with my little sister. All of my other sisters and brother and relatives come and live in an Island, called “Jamaica” Out of all my sisters and brother I was the only one without a father. I ask about him alot and I think that is what I had trouble dealing with.
Girls needs there father. They need that male guidance and support. My mother didn’t believe that and as a result I became sad alot. My mother disappointed me a lot when I was younger. She would always make promises she couldn’t keep and I remember my uncle telling me ‘when I become older, I have to learn to deal with disappointment’ That was hard for me to accept as a child. I thought why should I accept something that makes me sad? It made no sense to me and that is when I started writing about it. As a child, I always had these different scenarios in my head. I loved everything about love and romance. I would write love stories, but I wrote mostly about my feelings.
Trouble was back then being a kid, my stories would get destroyed because papers would get thrown away or rip. Plus, I was never serious about being an author. My first dream job was to be an actress surprisingly. I first became serious about writing when I was 19 years old. I finished my first manuscript at that age. When I was younger I would always start stories, but never finish them.
I never went to college for writing neither. I graduated high school with honors and I went to college because I was going to take nursing courses to be a registered nurse. Problem was back then everyone wanted to be a nurse because the economy was bad and the only jobs were in the medical field. It didn’t help that it became a number one highing paying job either.
I hated that. I always strive to be unique and different from everyone because I don’t believe being the same as everyone else. Long story, short college didn’t work out. I did went, but I quickly lost my motivation, because for one, I wasn’t going there for me. I only agreed to go to college to make my mother proud. I didn’t have a job and my mom couldn’t afford to send me to college everyday and still pay the bills. Two, I wasn’t happy with my living situation. My mother and lived in a tiny room in a basement. We had to share a queen size bed and men were a very big problem for me back then. So I went to college for three months and then stop going. I have regrets. If I could do it all over again I would have went to college for me. I would have took up creative writing or been a social worker. Instead I ran myself in debt before I even had a credit card and destroyed my chance.
Looking back on it, I don’t know how I survived the trauma I went through all those years. When I was 16 years old I became involved in a very abusive relationship, I was rape at 15 years old in a chruch and then rape again at 19, I was almost tricked into being a prostitute at 19, I enter a string of bad, abusive relationships with African American males and as a result when I was 23 years old I developed PTSD. I never talk about the abuse I went through because when I was younger I was always told I was fat, ugly, retarded, I would never be anything, I should kill myself because no one will care. I observed that throughout my young years and I never thought anyone would care about me or I would amount to anything. Even in school I was made fun of and all the kids would tell me “I act white” The reason they said this is because I was a good girl in school. I did my work, I was disobedient and I talked properly. That to some African Americans is acting like a white person apparently.
Writing was my therapy. To write down pleasant, happy memories that took me out the hell I was living is what kept me alive all those years. I won’t lie to anyone and make it seem like I have a degree in English and this and that and I am married and with kids, I live on a lake and I am a retired now that is the classic biography I read from a lot of writers. So I don’t have a lot of opportunities to become a successful writer because:
– I didn’t go to college from it. Everything I learned about writing it took me nine years to learn on my own.
-I don’t have a career I am successful in. I struggle with finding a job everyday, just as any other person.
– No support. No one ever believed that I could be a writer or an author. I have been told because of where I could grew up and because I am African American I won’t be successful. I barely have a family as I don’t know anything my dad. My family doesn’t care about me or think I should be a writer. They think I am only good enough to be a stripper or working for a pimp, doing crack.
-Not widely known. There is a lot of competition in writing because everyone has a great idea nowadays and now with opportunities to self publish it is easier to make a book and put it out there, even if you don’t have a good editor. I am not know at all.
After listing all those important factors, they seem like reasons I shouldn’t write or be an author. I ask myself sometimes, why would a reader pick an author, someone who has no strong english education, still young, not really known over authors who have Master’s degrees and famous? The only reason I can say is that I have faith in myself. There are so many times over the years I quit writing. It is hard to write and have enthusiasm when you have been doing it for so long and haven’t even reach a stepping stone, but I won’t quit on myself.
Caleb Jordan Kennedy, is one of the reasons why I still write. I don’t have any support, but he is more then my support. I do not know what or where I would be without him today. Everything I know and learn now in life is because of him. He is the love of my life and soulmate. He hates reading and I have had to blackmail him into reading my work, but his love gives me the courage and drive to write. To not give up. To want to be a writer.
All those people who have brought me down in my life, because of the suffering that bestowed on me they didn’t achieve the one thing I think they were trying to do which is break me. I still move forward in life. I still have the strength to get up in the morning and either pick up a pen or sit at my laptop with my hair all crazy, in an extra large t-shirt that falls off my body, with my colorful fuzzy socks on, having only pennies in my purse and I still smile and visualize the next story that I feel will be a bestseller.
I have been throughout a lot and will continue to go through problems. Just a year ago, I was arrested at Walmart for being African American. I wrote Fox news about it and not even they care. I get so depressed sometimes with people finding me a target to cause misery too. It seems unfair. I see the world and I don’t belong here. I don’t like being in a place or being around people that just do harm and evil things to each other. I strive for peace and love. I feel love makes everything and everyone beautiful inside and out.
With my stories and writing I hope to achieve love. I speak to a lot of people on love and I usually get negative comments because no one knows how to love anymore. That is what I want to change with my stories. I want people to have a better outlook on love. Because Caleb loving me is what saved me and my love for writing is what saved my soul. My heart shines through my writing. I want my stories to make other people’s heart shines as well. My dream now is just to encourage people with my writing and talent.