So I Wrote This Novella...

Actually, I’ve written several novellas lately. I’m about to put the finishing touches to what I consider to be the best story I’ve ever written, an erotic romance about a woman haunted by the memory of her first dom, chockfull of big emotions as well as exciting sex scenes. It’s called The One Who Got Away and I hope to self-publish it soon. First, though, there’s this...



Tying Up Tayla is a 13,600-word novelette about a bi-curious woman who starts fantasising about bondage after reading Fifty Shades of Grey, only to be introduced to the delights of D/s by two kinky friends, a married couple called Chelle and Michael. Narrated by Chelle, the wife, this is a story of initiation and surrender, of having your boundaries pushed and discovering a taste for new things, and of the joys and insecurities of sharing one’s husband with a gorgeous friend. It’s filthy in all the right ways and has some heart-felt emotion. Sequels written from Michael and Tayla’s points of view will follow later.

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Excerpt:

For a moment, all three of us stand stock still. Then Michael grabs Tayla and pushes her against the sliding door of our built-in wardrobe.

For a second, I think he’s going to kiss her, which would be a violation of our rules; his kisses, we’ve agreed, belong to me. But he doesn’t kiss Tayla. Instead he cups her chin in his hands, looks at her in that imperative and knee-weakening way he has, and says, ‘So now you’re my little toy, Tayla. Are you going to submit to me like the good, obedient girl I know you are?’

Tayla nods. I think I detect a little anxiety in her expression, but if she’s anything like me, she’ll love this particular kind of anxiety.

Without taking his eyes off hers, Michael caresses Tayla’s cheeks and neck, his fingertips light on her tanned skin. ‘You’ll do as I tell you, and you’ll call me “sir”. Won’t you, Tayla?’

Tayla nods again, without speaking the words Michael wants to hear. I don’t need to see his face to know that he’s smiling at her inexperience.

‘The correct response is “Yes, sir”,’ he informs her.

Tayla swallows. Half a minute in and she already has a lump in her throat. This bodes well for the rest of the evening! ‘Yes, sir,’ she croaks.

‘Good girl.’ Michael affectionately pats her cheek. ‘Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we?’ His hand meanders down to her chest, to the V created by her buttoned-down blouse, and gently caresses the top of a breast.

Sitting on the bed, my legs demurely crossed at the ankles, I watch with mixed feelings as Michael begins to undress Tayla. His eyes never leave hers; they bore into her as he takes off her necklaces, one by one, and throws them onto the bed. I hear two soft thuds as they land beside me on the bedspread, but I can’t bring myself to look at them. My eyes are glued to Tayla, who is meeting Michael’s formidable gaze with a mesmerised mixture of dread and arousal.

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Goodness, It’s Been a While Since I Last Updated This Blog...

I thought I’d be better at posting here. I thought I'd regularly share stories and reviews with you, as I have done on many a previous blog. Somehow I seem incapable of doing so, though...

I really intend to maintain an active presence here, but somehow all my blogging energy has lately come to be focused on my Tumblr, which just welcomed its 1,000th follower. Now I know what you're going to say. Tumblr doesn't really work as a marketing tool, no matter how many followers you have. You could have ten thousand followers and still sell barely a copy of your books. It's true, unfortunately. However, I guess I'm just a little too addicted to looking at erotic photos and writing suitable captions for them to give up my Tumblr and spend all my blogging time here. Even so, I promise I'll spend a little less time on Tumblr from now on, and a little more time here...

Anyhow. What have I been up to, you may wonder, apart from spending (and possibly wasting) a lot of time on Tumblr?

Well, let's see. First there was some heartache. Then there was a much-needed four-week reunion with some loved ones, which was brilliant. Then there was some more heartache, which thankfully passed fairly quickly. And in between, there were trips and long walks and photo excursions. As you can see below, I’ve been able to indulge my passion for photographing trees in water. I've had fun barging through the mudflats with my wellies on and my tripod in tow while all around me, terrified little crabs scuttled away. I look forward to doing it again soon when the water is a bit higher and there is even more scope for photogenic reflections...







And then there was writing. Not nearly as much as I’d hoped, but enough to say I’ve been reasonably productive. And it will all be self-published over the next few months, because I’ve also been busy learning the craft of self-publishing…

Speaking of publishing, I have some trad-pub news, too. Since I last updated this blog, I’ve had several short stories accepted for publication by Cleis. Two of these stories will soon see the light of day, in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica and Big Book of Orgasms, respectively. Rachel is currently giving away review copies of these books, so if you’re interested in receiving an advance copy and willing to commit to reviewing it on Amazon within six weeks of receipt, check out this blog post and claim your free read. Go on, you know you want to...

And that’s all for now. I promise I’ll be back very soon with more self-publishing news!

New Shibari Story: 'Roped In'

More publication news! Yesterday saw the release of another Mischief collection featuring a short story of mine, Forever Bound. As you can probably tell from the title, Forever Bound is about bondage. The original title of the anthology was 'bound and bonded', which says it all, really. I even managed to work those words into my story...

My story is called 'Roped In' and is about a woman whose husband/dom, a shibari enthusiast, comes up with an interesting way to spice up a dull afternoon at her family's: he ties a karada (rope harness) around her and makes her wear it under her clothes. As it happens, the harness features a crotch rope with a knot strategically placed right on the wife's clit, so needless to say, she gets a bit frisky while walking through her parents' living room and talking to unsuspecting relatives. And then her husband starts to talk dirty to her, right in the middle in a room full of people...

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Here's a little excerpt to whet your appetite:

As he walked around her, directing the ropes between and underneath her breasts to create a hemp bra, she watched his fingers, so meticulous and assured. With great dexterity, he slipped an end of the rope into the space between two knots on her belly and pulled it backwards again to loop it into a similar space on her back. He repeated this process several times, moving further down with each repetition. She watched transfixed as the diamond shapes began to take form on her belly, luxuriating in the sensual feel of the rope sliding across her skin.

She'd heard karadas described as rope prisons. She herself didn't think of them that way. To her, a karada was a caress, a hempy kiss to go with the sweet caresses Connor would occasionally bestow on her neck and breasts as he arranged and re-arranged the ropes. She relished the intimacy of the experience, the perfectionism of his patterns, the meditative character of it all. Most of all, however, she relished the way the crotch rope shifted each time he looped an end underneath. It wasn't long before she found herself responding to the movement, feeling chills of pleasure run up her spine with each subtle shift. And then, suddenly, Connor stopped.

'Aren't you... aren't you going to bind my arms?' she asked a little hesitantly when the harness was complete and Connor had tied the ends of the rope on her back.

He looked at her, his head cocked to one side. 'Do you really want me to deliver you at your parents' doorstep naked and with your arms tied behind your back?'

She chuckled at the notion, a little embarrassed. 'No, I guess not. But what...?' Her voice trailed off as she saw his face.

'You're going to go to your parents wearing this karada under your clothes, to remind you that you are bound and bonded to me, and that only I can set you free. You're going to feel my hand on you even when I'm not physically touching you. And wait...'

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Want to find out what happens next? Then purchase Forever Bound at Amazon or Amazon UK. The book only costs two dollars, for which you get thirteen stories, including a few by the likes of Elizabeth Coldwell, Kyoko Church, Giselle Renarde and Annabeth Leong. It's too good a deal to pass up, so be sure to treat yourself to a copy!

The Joy of Having Sex in Public Places

Today sees the release of a book I've been looking forward to for a while: Brief Encounters: Tales of Fast Love, a collection of ten travel erotica stories published by Mischief. My own contribution to the collection is a 5700-word story entitled 'The Silver Man', in which a young tourist in Barcelona is introduced to the joys of public sex and exhibitionism by -- get this -- a living statue. This is definitely the most original story I've published so far, and while I can see some beginner's mistakes in it, I still like it enough to give it a hearty thumbs-up. Check it out, folks!


Blurb

Stephanie is a young Englishwoman who is spending a few days in Barcelona, Spain. One evening, while she's strolling around the city centre, her attention is caught by a living statue who is inviting members of his audience to come up to him and kiss his silver-painted lips for a funny holiday snap. Since she's in need of a new Facebook profile picture, Stephanie steps up to the statue, only to be caught in an embrace so intimate that it takes her breath away. Before she even realises what's happening, the living statue is feeling her up, in front of several dozens of cheering tourists. Poor Stephanie is faced with a difficult decision: be scandalised or play along?


Excerpt

At precisely that moment, the statue behind me began to stroke the back of my shoulder. Without releasing the pressure of his fingers on the front of my shoulders, he started caressing the back of my shoulders with his thumbs – up, down, up, down – until I lost the ability to think straight. I could see the faces of the people in front of me, laughing at my predicament, but all I really registered was the hypnotising feel of his thumbs sliding across my shoulders, invisible to anyone but himself.

Eventually, a dark-haired middle-aged woman stepped forwards to toss another coin into the basket. The statue's response was immediate. He gripped my shoulders even harder than he was already doing and pulled me backwards. Caught off guard again, I let out another shriek. My heart was in my throat as I fell backwards. Then I felt his body against mine, steadying me. I briefly thought, God, I hope the paint on his costume doesn't rub off on my clothes. Then I was distracted by his hands, which snaked around my waist to find my breasts.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his gloved fingers cupped my boobs. Part of me was horrified at the liberties he was taking with me, in public no less. Yet another part of me, a part I never knew I had, enjoyed being pinned between his hard legs and brazen hands. I was almost disappointed when he stopped touching me, holding my breasts without actually moving his fingers. I found myself yearning for his thumbs and what I knew they could do.

The crowd, I noticed, was as confused as I was. Some of them seemed shocked and a little offended on my behalf. Others were laughing their heads off. Yet others just stood there, waiting impassively for what was to ensue.


Want to find out what happens next? Then find Brief Encounters on Amazon, Amazon UK or Barnes and Noble. At $1.99 for ten stories, it's practically a steal!