tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356447976469851822024-02-19T04:37:24.394-08:00Writing Adventures A look inside the thoughts and life of an erotica romance writerAngora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-38133648799678703792021-05-04T04:23:00.000-07:002021-05-04T04:23:34.161-07:00New From J. Thomas Ganzer AND CONTEST<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQURRH07hVj2QAsKeO3VMssEGRxwNO9OmMvf9fRKsObtKTDtmOrpaaQe0gwa8wSiOgQqLLsEICx4k4Ss3yJ2H2QNWANulVOc6-W_nFVmliwlwgWomtrjduRxrAI7cLa8a7rXRIeSWq8g/s320/81PqI3z0vtL._AC_UL640_QL65_.jpg" /></span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08XWKQSJS" target="_blank"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Review:</span></h3><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I recently had the pleasure of reading <a href="https://www.blogger.com/#">Ten Minutes in Hell </a>by the multi-published J. Thomas Ganzer. I’m familiar with many of his books, from his <a href="https://www.blogger.com/#">Chicago Secrets </a>trilogy, to his short story collections, and I can even brag I’ve had the golden opportunity to read some of his unpublished works. I can brag further and say he’s my friend, we’ve worked together on writing projects, and he’s also a great human being. All that aside, his new collection of short stories, Ten Minutes in Hell, is really a great read. If you didn’t get the genre by the cover or the title: it’s horror. But in an unconventional way that I wasn’t familiar with, but I loved it.</div></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ten Minutes in Hell includes ten very different stories exploring how characters from different cultures and backgrounds live, die, and yes, go to the other place. From ancient Egypt, to Hollywood, and even the Church of Satan, there’s a fun, twisted story to suit all tastes. I imagine a good bit of research went into understanding how different cultures view death and a negative end to human existence, some of which are truly horrifying. The characters themselves are equally horrific, some being murders, abusers, thieves, and the truly wickedest among us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I found the most terrifying story to be about two miners—boss and worker—who die in the same explosion. Just when you thought you understood who was going to heaven and who to hell, the weight of a person’s heart is put on display, and the heaviest heart leads to the worst fate I can imagine: being eaten by the great monster Ammit and blinking out of existence. Loved ones even forget you existed. This idea of hell is worse than my idea of death. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But there are stories in this complication that also explore other ideas of hell. For example, a very sweet story right in the middle of the books explores the life of a good person. You’d think she’d go to heaven, having been a nurse and helping people all her life. But even good people die. And yes, she went to hell. But it wasn’t her punishment. It was her choice. She chose to go to hell in order to help those suffering there heal and eventually move on to a higher plane of existence. This was her sacrifice to continue her good work, even after death. Other stories explore how people remain in hell because they haven’t quite figured out how to not be there; they’re trapped by their actions, their inability to see they’ve shackled themselves. But I won’t spoil it for you and give all the details away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The most curious thing about this collection is how well the author explores the human experience and how shitty human beings can really be. It makes you think about your own actions, your thoughts, and how everything you do as a person has a direct affect on other people, even things that in retrospect feel mundane, and even things you’ve been forgiven for. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last story in the book is about a surprising character. The character is greeted by Saint Peter at the golden gates of eternity. But we learn that perhaps we don't know as much as we thought about the nature of “God” and “the rules” and “how it all works.” We know shit. In Mr. Ganzer’s tale, this is made very clear. Maybe we've got it all wrong.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This last story struck a very hard chord in me. I was raised Catholic and I admit I suffer some intense Catholic guilt. Ingrained in me are ideas of right and wrong, good and evil, and how things are because of a 2,000 year old storybook. But Man is fallible. Always. </span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would highly recommend this book to those who enjoy thinking outside of the normal perspective of good and evil, and society at large. It’s only when we understand we know nothing that we can face reality. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’d also recommend the sister book in J. Thomas Ganzer’s collection:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08XWKQSJS" target="_blank"><i> Ten Minutes to Kill</i></a>, exploring ten short stories of murder. Just like <i>Ten Minutes in Hell</i>, it packs a punch.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><h3>Giveaway: </h3><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">To Enter: Answer the question in the blog comments and include your Twitter handle (@Your Name) or email address. Three winners will be chosen by author at random, receiving an eBook copy of </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">Ten Minutes In Hell</i><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"> Contest begins May 4th, 2021, and ends May 10th. Good luck!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgsbgQDa4CB8Z1Lmo9u3S9BwKR26R1NdWeRXDoXViJnqMWmB3l0etEoUfaIvATq_hW0wPB9Wry0hogZZZVoJ41zeO3_dahWrj0K4GgcXj8FPLkVCruSNvcgsIbH_zfCXuBddFxkVQsPw/s940/giveaway.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgsbgQDa4CB8Z1Lmo9u3S9BwKR26R1NdWeRXDoXViJnqMWmB3l0etEoUfaIvATq_hW0wPB9Wry0hogZZZVoJ41zeO3_dahWrj0K4GgcXj8FPLkVCruSNvcgsIbH_zfCXuBddFxkVQsPw/w400-h335/giveaway.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Exclusive Excerpt:</span></h2><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Here is a small excerpt from the author's favorite story, <i>Dante's Fourth Circle of Hell</i>. Both characters were in love with money: One loved to spend it, the other to save it. A hedonist and a miser, both with the means to help others, choose to think only, rewarded with their just desserts.</b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Virgil and Luther entered the void to find themselves dropped into a large stone pit with many beings like them milling about. Luther subconsciously adjusted the watchband on his Rolex, he was allowed to keep that and whatever else he had on him when he arrived. Virgil still clutched his briefcase to his breast, that was his treasure. But these things were more like anchors tethering them to this plane of existence, which is a lesson they would have to learn, if they could. Many never learn. Ever.</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The several dozen souls in the pit took little note of the new arrivals, they eyed one another with suspicion and envy. All had cases and purses and bags containing items that were unique to each soul. Pluto guided the two to the edge of the pit and spoke in a hushed tone.</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“This is where you will reside until such time as you reside somewhere else. You may use the things you have with you to barter for other things. Or not, you may wish to do nothing. There are things you may want to acquire, or there may be things with which you do not want to part. Trading begins soon, best of luck to you both. I hope you find what you are looking for.”</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Dante described his Fourth Circle of Hell as a dark place where two classes of greedy souls fight one another for wealth—members of one group committed the sin of spending, the other of saving, though all are guilty of avarice. He would marvel at this eternal display of greed, watching for a sign of awareness, just one soul who could recognize the pettiness, the pointlessness of it all. None did.</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The two men meandered about, eyeing one another and the rest of the attendees. At once, a deep, booming bell rang, and a frenzy of activity followed. All began yelling at one another, demanding deals or outright refusing to trade. The souls were barking and spitting at one another until they all descended into a cacophony of voices demanding satisfaction. Soon, they split into two groups: the spenders and the savers. Virgil and Luther quickly split and joined the group most befitting them, and their voices joined the chorus.</div></span><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Interview With The Author</span></h2><div><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Q:What inspired you to write a story collection about Hell?</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A: </b>It hit me like a real epiphany. I wanted to write another horror short story collection, and I wanted to do something that hasn’t been done before. I thought about imagining hell, then I realized hell has a thousand different iterations through literature. So why not imagine people being confronted with their own personal hell, but the hell as imagined by Dante? Or the ancient Egyptians? Once I started, I couldn’t stop writing.<br /><br /><b>Q: Does your own personal belief structure play a role in your writing?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A: </b>I tried not to let my own beliefs interfere with the story. I have my own thoughts on life, death, and what, if anything, comes next. But there are so many people who have a particular view on what hell is, I like to think that every reader can connect with at least one story.<br /> <br /><b>Q: What kind of research went into writing your book?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A: </b>Ugh, lots of research. I had to explore hell as considered by different cultures. But if most stories of hell include your basic fire and brimstone, lava and torture, that setting only gets me one story, I needed nine more. After a while, it became difficult to find ten distinct views of hell and final judgment and the afterlife. <br /><br /><b>Q: What kind of reactions are you hoping to get from your readers?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A:</b> One of my beta readers told me she couldn’t sleep and had to confront her own faith’s view of hell after reading the book. As an author of a horror collection, that’s truly high praise. Knowing it was more than just a silly little story, but something that resonated to that degree, put me over the moon!<br /><br /><b>Q: Which story in your collection is most important to you and why?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A:</b> I loved writing the story called Dante’s Fourth Circle of Hell. It’s about two filthy rich wall street guys, one is a hoarder of cash to the point of being a miser, the other can’t spend it fast enough on hedonistic pleasures. And, like most of the stories and legends of hell told across time, they have the key to the jailhouse door but won’t open it to escape. As bad as their hell is, they don’t want to leave because they love the money more than eternal happiness.<br /><br /><b>Q: If you died and went to hell tomorrow, what do you think would be waiting for you?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />A:</b> Oh wow, good question. You’re stumping me, Gora. I think my personal hell would be the absence of intellectual stimulation. I would be Sisyphus, doomed to perform the same mundane task over and over for all eternity. <br /><br /><b>Q: What's next on your writing agenda?</b><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A:</b> I have a novel “in the can,” but it needs a whole lot of editing. It is a legal thriller about a law professor chasing the brass ring of tenure when he is struck by a brilliant research idea. He enlists two law students to assist him in developing this idea, but things take a dark turn when his little project crosses the line from unethical to deadly. And I love my twist endings so we’ll see if this one holds up!<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Find this author online on </span><a href="https://twitter.com/J_Thomas_Ganzer" style="font-family: arial;" target="_blank">Twitter </a><span style="font-family: arial;">or check out all this books on his</span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/J-Thomas-Ganzer/e/B00IPZPSFO/" style="font-family: arial;" target="_blank"> Amazon Author Page</a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Reading!</div></span></h2><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20cZqaL-VK5klMPBblc-zgUecO3CMz1aIuDkqykAe49RbbGUOIS2GsetdhR9WhHH2ekFUsIvomVp3rOjRQfL6YhFPhQhoQuptVxE8LLkZsQ9y0sk_i8Sj961F0je1L8gllZPzz-uOfaA/s320/JoeAuthor.jpg" /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> <br /></span><br /></div>Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-90437486636188738302020-02-25T01:49:00.001-08:002020-02-25T11:15:34.397-08:00New From J Thomas Ganzer<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Terry completed his PhD at age thirty and was shocked to learn a dump truck full of money was not backing up to his efficiency apartment. He, like most of his contemporaries in their early twenties at the time, graduated from college lacking any career direction whatsoever and decided grad school was a good place to hide from reality while he figured out what to do with his life. He bounced around Europe for a while and, after six years of research, completed his PhD and decided a life of academia suited him quite nicely (commercial researchers at Merck and Pfizer generally don’t wear cargo shorts to the office and bang their assistants, as far as he was able to determine after conducting exhaustive research). Terry split the rent in his meager quarters with a hipster named Bonkers who was an aspiring club DJ, which was a vocation that, against all reason, commanded a salary greater than his. Instead of spending his days jetting around the world giving lectures on neurological impairment and offering his advice on Nobel candidates to King Gustav, Terry was stuck making $19 an hour for research that perhaps fifty people in the entire world could do, which was something they conveniently didn’t tell undergrads looking for a career in laboratory research. And where Marne Baxter had business cards and a parking space and everything, Terry had three overdrafts in the last nine days and would be out of a job if Marne didn’t come through with her NIH grant application. “Publish or Perish” was a way of life for academic researchers, but Terry’s seven first-author published papers paled in comparison to Marne’s fifteen. First authorship was the only measuring stick in their universe, meaning Terry was stuck for at least another year while he beefed up his resume. His fate was in Marne’s hands and, by extension, the NIH’s. Regardless, Terry was certain he would get a few more first-authorships out of his latest project and he even had a line on a position next fall at a lab at the University of Oregon in Eugene, which was totally his speed. If he could hang on one more year.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">J. Thomas Ganzer is an attorney practicing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He has experience in both civil and criminal matters in private practice and at the Wisconsin Department of Justice. He currently practices civil litigation for the Milwaukee Metropolitan Sewerage District. Armed with a diverse career, J. Thomas offers his readers a unique perspective on the traditional legal thriller, focusing on the odd characters and constant one-upmanship that lawyers, clerks, and judges know all too well.</span></div>
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I have always been a big fan of Greek Mythology. I have read a lot of Greek Gods themed fiction, and I’ve toyed with the idea of writing my take on a myth, but I kept hesitating. Sometimes when you love something so much, you get intimidated. </div>
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When Oleander reached out to me about Chemical Sex 2, I jumped at the opportunity to write for the series. The first book nearly made me orgasm on an escalator (and is why I’m hesitant to read erotica out in the wide world these days), and I wanted to bring my A game to the book.</div>
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My story, Season’s Change is my take on the Hades and Persephone myth. Years ago, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hov0pz0wF50">I heard a recording of a song called Persephone</a> by a group called Escape Key. The lyric “They all forget I had a choice, y’know/I could have chosen not to eat or drink,” really spoke to me, and is the foundation upon which I built Season’s Change. I reached out to Michelle Dockrey, the lyricist, and she gave me permission to use the song. I had originally envisioned as a BDSM story because of a few of the lyrics, and the first draft was in that vein, but it wasn’t very me. The result is a tale of true love and trust built over time until Persephone makes the deliberate choice to stay with Hades.</div>
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I enjoyed playing around with these archetype characters, and when I take a breath from my ongoing projects, I am leaning towards writing more myths. I liked the idea of a benevolent Hades—he created not just Tartarus, but also the Elysian Fields. I wanted a Persephone with some agency—in many takes on the story, she’s a passive object that is kidnapped and then returned to her mother, but in mine she has choices. I also enjoyed writing a little cameo from Zeus, where he comes off as the pussy hound dudebro we all know he is. I mean, seriously, as a Tumblr post I once read says all of Greek Mythology can be summed up as ‘don’t put your dick in it, Zeus’ and Zeus ignoring them and putting his dick in it anyways. Demeter is mentioned, but not featured, although I picture her as a particularly tightly wound helicopter mom/stage mom type. I especially loved writing each of Cerberus’s head’s personalities. I can see why some other authors have had their Cerberus’s talk.</div>
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I will confess I immediately thought of Hades and Persephone because eating something is a major plot point in the myth. Pomegranate becomes a chocolate bonbon with pomegranate filling. So the story leant itself to the theme of the anthology in an organic way that wouldn’t come across as forced or shoehorned in. The first anthology was so strong that I didn’t want to let anyone down.</div>
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He's a bastard. Beyond redemption. </div>
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They love him. Because he reforms their insubordinate subs and slaves. </div>
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This is the first book by Linzi Basset that I have read. OMG! What an exciting, DARK, overwhelming, enthralling story. I was drawn in immediately by Master E and his training island. He made my heart beat quickly at the same time I experienced a frisson of incredible trepidation. The sex was rougher than I imagined and the training was intensely effective. </div>
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Cy noticed Delilah’s pleading look as he closed in on her where she was locked naked in the human-sized birdcage with wide bars in the center of the dungeon. It was aptly named the display area, where all insubordinate subs were shamed publicly. She pressed into the bars behind her back as he circled the cage, flicking the riding crop against his leg. The sound was dampened by his pants but he snapped it sharply at exact intervals, building her expectation, her fear for the first lash against her exposed skin. </div>
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He stopped in front of her, crossing his arms with the crop tapping against his shoulder. Her eyes moved over his large hands, his impossibly wide chest to come to rest on his masked face. He didn’t smile, and with his lips pressed in a stoic line, he appeared dark with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He smiled within himself as he watched her quiver when she identified the look. At least she wasn’t an ignorant slave, he thought cynically. </div>
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Not satisfied to be chained to one genre, she flourishes in producing multiple realms of her imaginary world. Her bestselling Club Cove series have all achieved top 5 on the Amazon charts. Her stories are edgy, dark, suspenseful and at times filled with sweet romance. Linzi is a sucker for HEA and all her books have a happy ending, no matter the battles each couple have to fight to get there. </div>
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As a full time author, there’s only one place you’ll ever find Linzi and that’s behind her laptop … well, now and then she pops in at the gym too and she’s never without her trusty energy booster … a steaming cup of coffee! </div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Shortly after I started writing erotica and erotic romance as Ria Restrepo, I became active on social media to network with other writers and promote my work. One of the early books I read and reviewed was Chemical [se]X. I absolutely loved the concept and thought Oleander Plume's story that launched the whole wild ride was clever, hilarious, and devilishly hot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Although I quickly agreed to write a story of Chemical [se]X Volume 2, I was more than a little concerned that I'd be able to write a made-to-order story. Even if a story is intended for a particular call for submissions, I usually write as inspiration hits me, then keep my fingers crossed that it's accepted. This time, my muse had to perform on command. Thankfully, I had some time to make the magic happen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As a participating author in Volume 2, I was tasked with creating a sexy short story based on aphrodisiac chocolates. I came up with something I've never done before: Bigfoot erotica. <a href="https://angorashade.blogspot.com/2018/09/lets-talk-monsters.html">Monster erotica</a> has been out there for a long time, and it's true that I've written some paranormal stories including <a href="https://angorashade.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-dragons-gift-free-read.html">dragons(free read)</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07JG7RT97">vampires</a>, but never anything like this. I enjoy fresh new ideas, as well as a challenge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RJJ5RGT">Chemical se[X] Volume 2: Just One More</a>, is here, featuring two new creations from <a href="https://twitter.com/SistersInSmut">Sister in Smu</a>t, Mischa Eliot. Here's what she has to say about her work, her experience, and the Chemical se[X] phenomenon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One day, Oleander Plume walked into the private message chat shared between myself, her, and Dr. J. and said… “What do you think about doing a sequel to Chemical [se]X?” and we both squealed in excitement at this smutty opportunity. </span></div>
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I read the first <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chemical-se-X-Oleander-Plume-ebook/dp/B01K0T4JCK/">Chemical [se]X anthology</a> and thought this is fucking amazing. Authors being given one main idea – aphrodisiac chocolates – and being told to run with the idea. Epic. </div>
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<i>Because She Hates Me</i> is centered around two roommates who secretly crush on each other, but believe the other person hates them. The chocolates bring them together in ways they never thought would happen.<br />
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<i>Happy Birthday</i> is about Maryann and Strider, two people who work together at a BDSM club called Possession. I’ve introduced these characters previously in a (now unpublished) series. Sometimes, you don’t know who has feelings for you, until they reveal their surprise. </div>
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It means a lot to have been asked to be included in the anthology. Having not one, but two, stories included has rocked my world. I honestly hope everyone enjoys something about all the stories. We sure went all out with various ideas centered around the theme. </div>
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Normally, I have issues with all-female teams. However, we pulled some awesome people into the Sisters in Smut and I feel that we did well in choosing authors to invite working on the Anthology. I’ve gotten more experience working on this anthology from writing, editing, marketing, and more than I have since I began writing way back when. </div>
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Jayne Renault is a self-proclaimed reckless lover, boisterous laughter, voracious reader, snarky ranter, smutty wordsmith, and long-winded sex-positive writer. She likes to play around with beautiful strangers, brooding anonymous narrators, smug masturbation sessions, infidelity, and the sometimes darker undertones of humanity. A good metaphor will turn her on more than a pretty face ever could, and one of her alter-egos is the resident Smut Queen and erotica editor at Bellesa. </div>
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<b>The Origins of Jane Renault</b></div>
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One day a couple of years ago, I found a craigslist ad looking for erotica writers. Taking the plunge to write and submit something to a yet-non-existent porn site for women ultimately led to me accepting the role as head of the erotica department for <a href="http://bellesa.co/">bellesa.co</a>. Within the first six months of that becoming a permanent, full-time position, I was introduced to Kay Brandt, porn director and acclaimed writer of lesbian erotic fiction. Kay facilitated further connections with authors willing to share some of their work to be hosted in the Bellesa erotic stories collection. Dr. J was one of those authors. </div>
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I knew having the ice broken between Dr. J and I was huge before it even had a chance to prove it. I kept the lines of communication open with her while I waited to see what it had it store for me. In the meantime, I had already been keeping close twitter tabs on her, Mischa, and Oleander. I noticed before long that they were tightly woven, and was both fascinated and a little enviable of the writerly sisterhood they’d clearly developed. In the spring of last year, they were tweeting a lot about this Sisters in Smut “con” they had finagled. </div>
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One day, I rustled up the courage and emailed Dr. J about discussing the future of our collaborative relationship. I accosted Mischa with a gushing DM about how much I appreciated her virtual presence and though I didn’t know how it would develop, that I would love to collaborate with her in some way too. To my surprise and elation, Mischa was quick to respond with kind enthusiasm. Similar communication with Oleander followed in short succession thanks to Mischa’s gracious introduction. </div>
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This is how I became a <a href="http://www.sistersinsmut.com/">Sister in Smut</a>. </div>
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By being a part of this inner circle, I was amongst those invited to participate in this new anthology. Having read (and loved!) the first iteration of Chemical Sex, I accepted this invitation without hesitation. </div>
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So, that’s how we got to me writing a story for this second anthology. </div>
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I love the concept so much. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chemical-se-X-Oleander-Plume-ebook/dp/B01K0T4JCK">The original Chemical Sex story by Oleander Plume</a> that made all of this possible is a quintessential piece of Oleander writing. It’s clever, well-woven, full of hilarity and excellent banter, all of which drives the piece at the perfect heady pace to the smutty goodness oozing from its gooey center. It’s no wonder it inspired so many others to fill an entire collection. </div>
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To revive this project with this particular powerhouse of lady smutmistresses is an honour and a privilege. The whole reason I am where I am, doing what it is that I do, is because I was on a conscious hunt for female community. For sisterhood. To foster spaces that allow such relationships and group power to thrive, and support the members within the increasingly intricate web that we’re weaving together. </div>
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That’s what led me to Bellesa. That’s what made it possible for make these connections with the Sisters. That’s why I’m contributing to this anthology. </div>
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It makes no difference if I’ve known these women for years or was introduced to them by way of the group chat for us to discuss Chemical Sex-related matters. We’ve all been join by a common goal — to write sex-positive smutty goodness, to stand as pillars and build community bonds, to encourage sex-positivity and nurture the empowerment that comes along with those kinds of spark. I didn’t doubt for a second that we would strike harmonious chords upon our first proverbial jam session. </div>
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The inspiration for my story came to me after I enjoyed a really lovely weekend at a weird little hippie festival in the townships outside of Montreal last summer. They was a veritably magical lady — the inspiration for my Marianne — who stopped by our campsite with a basket full of enhanced goodies, some of which were actually in delicious little chocolate form. It wasn’t about the trip within a trip that we went on as a group together. It was the fact that a variety of humans — many of whom were meeting for the first time, for we had all come as a mish-mash of mutuals to the core few — came together to enjoy a truly lovely community experience that celebrated friendship and exploration in a judgment free environment. It didn’t get anywhere near the level of scandalousness that my story does, but when I got home at the end of that weekend, invigorated with community love, I came back to the virtual world and met a wall of group messages from my fellow Chem Sex anthology writers. With my eyes swelling with actual tears of love and gratitude for the people in my life and how good that made me feel, I knew then that it was the lingering sensations fo this festival experience that my story had to mirror. And I already had a magical chocolate-bearing lady to get the creative wheels turning. </div>
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All that said, I have NO idea where King Robby came from. But I’m obsessed with him and so, so glad he came out to play. I hope you all feel the same when you meet him. </div>
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Most of my fiction can be found exclusively at Bellesa.co, and all the rest of my ramblings, fictitious and otherwise, live at <a href="http://jaynerenault.co/">jaynerenault.co</a>. My first book is still a WIP, so you’ll just have to stay tuned for that. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I was asked to join the Chemical [se]X 2 anthology, I was shocked and thrilled. Several of the writers, I fangirl over and being given the opportunity to work with them was such an unexpected honor. Especially when given such a fun world to play with. </span></div>
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I was invited to participate in Chemical [se]X, Volume 2 by Dr. J last summer. I had heard great things about the first anthology when it came out a few years ago, and the concept of aphrodisiac chocolates intrigued me. There are so many delicious ways you can tackle a concept like that—as I and my fellow contributors have done. It’s going to be a real treat, for sure.</div>
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My idea for “Making Waves” originated back in January of 2017. A story nugget fell into my lap about a hotel maid who gets together with a much younger man. But no matter how hard I tried to make the story work, something didn’t feel right, so I shelved it. When I was invited to write for Chemical [se]X, I started brainstorming and voila! I’d found what had been missing from my first few attempts. I love when things work out like that.</div>
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Getting to work with kick-ass erotica authors, most of whom I hadn’t worked with or spoken to prior to this project, has been lovelier than I could’ve expected. I’ve struggled with social anxiety my whole life, which makes it hard for me to reach out and meet new people. The amazing women behind this project have done a wonderful job creating opportunities for all of us to get to know one another, while promoting each other’s work.</div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent;">Rachel Woe is an erotica and romance author who probably watched too many inappropriate movies as a teen. A longtime lover of risqué fiction, she used to smuggle Story of O and The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy to school, folded inside brown-bag book covers. Her work has appeared on Bellesa.co and in the Best Women’s Erotica and Big Book of Submission series from Cleis Press. On the rare occasion when she's neither reading nor writing, you can find her camped out at the cinema, or on the hunt for a perfect Irish eggs Benny.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Oleander and I met through my review of Horatio’s book and we instantly struck up a friendship. We talked, we interviewed one another, we guest posted, and then she invited me to become a Sister in Smut . . . and the rest is history. </span></div>
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I was flattered and delighted when she invited me to join Chemical [se]X Volume 2. I had no idea where it would lead me and didn’t set out to do any sort of homage or tribute, but when my muse demanded I try my hand at a M/M story, I knew Oleander would approve."</div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">And then this day dream came out of nowhere. I saw these two roommates, with plenty of sexual tension between them, and I watched the entire story play out in my head. I knew, right then and there, that it had to be my story, no matter how challenging it was to write."</span></div>
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Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-32957406787327782712019-05-05T05:52:00.002-07:002019-05-07T03:56:28.581-07:00Dr J for Chemical se[X]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wanted to write something different for me with my story, and I decided it would be female/female. When I write I choose elements from the world around me. I had attended a 1920s party for Halloween, and I had this phenomenal flapper dress, so it became the item that brought the story to light. Add a party, giveaway chocolates in a romantic place, and I had the setting. I worked a friend and enemies element into the mix. I loved it when Oleander said my story had a “twist in the tail.” </div>
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As we progressed in creating the plan, the middle way through I offered to make an LLC publishing company. Of the three of us, I am the one who doesn’t punch a clock and can devote some extra time to the logistics of getting the book out to the world. Doing all the processes, writing, editing, business creation and development, at the same time has been overwhelming at moments. But it has been the fantastic work and excitement of women I respect, that made it easier to keep moving forward. These writers created a unique synergy that speaks to camaraderie and support. It has been an honor working with them. </div>
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<b>About Dr J.: </b>Living the island life on the Atlantic coast, Dr. J. knits and supports all the visual and performing arts of the area. When not doing authorly things, you can see her on the pétanque court perfecting her competition moves while sipping something cold. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chemical-just-more-Oleander-Plume-ebook/dp/B07RJJ5RGT/">Chemical [se]X 2: Just One More</a>, is the second volume of the Chemical [se]X series. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chemical-se-X-Oleander-Plume-ebook/dp/B01K0T4JCK">Chemical [se]X Volume 1</a> released in summer 2016 with a talented array of 13 authors, all writing stories about one of our favorite</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-align: center;">things: chocolate! And what goes together better than sex & chocolate? Readers had nothing but good things to say about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">***** "...scrumptious collection of wicked delights with something for just about every prurient taste."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">***** "The combination of chocolate, science, and sex is about as erotic as you can get."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">***** When I first read Oleander's title story "Chemical [se]X", I was floored, to say the least. And turned on. And amazed. And turned on. And hot. And ... well, you get the gist."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Chemical [se]X Volume 2: Just One More is set to release <b>MAY 7th</b>, this time, by an all-female author cast led by Oleander Plume's <a href="https://twitter.com/SistersInSmut">The Sisters In Smut </a>and a few special guests. If you're unfamiliar with <a href="http://sistersinsmut.com/">The Sisters In Smut</a>, check them out! They're a sex positive team of female erotic and romance authors, seeking to represent sex and sexuality in a modern way, presenting real information and fantastic literature to change the negative stigma of sex into the everyday acceptable. And to get you off. Fun stuff!</span></div>
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Who started it all? Oleander Plume. She writes mostly gay erotica and has been published in numerous anthologies and texts of her own, including the Best Women's Erotica and Bondage Bites anthologies, and her own tantalizing creation, Horatio Slice. Find more about her on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Oleander-Plume/e/B00OALVFGS">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://poisonpendirtymind.com/">her blog</a>, and <a href="https://twitter.com/OleanderPlume">Twitter</a>.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A: The original story stemmed from a submission call for an erotic anthology. Each story was supposed to feature chocolate in some way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That day, “two scientists create a recipe for aphrodisiac truffles with sexy results” won out, and “Chemical [se]X” was born. As clever as I thought the piece was, it was rejected by the </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">editor. Instead of banishing it to my reject folder, I posted it on my blog in the “free reads” section. To my surprise, everyone loved it, and it became my most read post of all time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I planned to write a sequel to the original story and post it on my blog as a thank you to my readers, but the plan took on a life of its own and evolved into an anthology.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since the theme of aphrodisiac chocolates is very specific, I kept the other parameters loose. Any gender pairing. Any genre. Any setting. Of course, I wanted the stories to be sex positive and feature consent, but everything else was up to the writer’s discretion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The worst part? Aside from keeping track of who is doing what, I can’t think of anything. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I like to think they awaken what is already there. I also like to think the chocolates bring out the best in the people who eat them. Heightened senses along with a heightened sense of respect and self-awareness. Maybe they give the user a better idea of what they desire, and in doing so, a better idea of how to communicate that desire to their partner. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"According to a scientific study by researcher Harold Leitenberg of The Journal of Sex Research, women who read romance or erotic novels have an astounding 74 per cent more sex with their partners than those who don’t."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Research from the Canadian company audiobooks.com has shown when it comes to downloads and audiobooks, men are reading/listening to almost as much erotica as women, and account for around one third of erotica audiobook downloads."</span></div>
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<b>So reading erotica isn't limited to one gender; it's enjoyed by all, and it's actually good for you! In addition to improving your sex life, reading erotica and romance can help you live out fantasies you may not be able to fulfill in your daily life, it opens doors to other sexual ideas, it allows a person to experience sexuality from the perspective of another person's identity, and it allows a person to do all of this and more inside the safety of their own head! Looking at Amazon's top 100 list for erotic fiction, you'll notice best sellers aren't limited to heterosexual stories. Like any genre of fiction, consumers from all sexual and physical identities are reading.</b></div>
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<b>But what about the people who write these stories? Does an erotic fiction author's gender or sexual identity play a role in how or what they write? Do they know who they write for and is it OK to write from an identity not their own? I've asked a number of erotic and romance authors about this. Here's what they had to say:</b></div>
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<span style="background: white;"><u><b>Q: Are you aware of the gender demographic(s) that read(s)
your work?</b></u></span><o:p></o:p></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<o:p> </o:p>“No, not really. Most of the comments on
my blog posts are from women, but more men have been commenting recently. I
suspect that there are quite a few men reading my stories, but are doing so
quietly.” –<b>Ria Restrepo</b></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Yes. Based on the
responses and reviews I've received I do believe I have a pretty good idea. It
is as eclectic a mix as the stories that I tend to write. Varying wildly from
book to book and story to story. I have stories that are gay male, transgender,
lesbian, May-December romance, interracial, and I have a dual collection of
horror short stories that push all kinds of boundaries. My readers follow the
same patterns.” –<b>M.S. Tarot</b></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
“No.”
–<b>Delilah Night</b></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 11.25pt; text-align: justify;">
“Judging by reviews and social media
followers, I believe it is a fairly wide gender demographic reading my books.
It differs by title, with more transgender or nonbinary readers picking up what
I will call my ‘standard’ erotica, but the cross-genre books - those that blend
horror, fantasy, and adventure with the erotica - seem to have reached a wider
audience.” –<b>Sally Bend</b></blockquote>
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"Not precisely. It appears that there are more men than women, but I definitely have both. I couldn't say the precise breakdown." <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">—</span><b>Reed James</b></blockquote>
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"I’m not generally aware of who is buying my books, but I have heard that women tend to read more than men do, especially when it comes to erotica. Nonbinary readers seem to enjoy a fair share of erotica as well."<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">—<b>Richard Bacula</b></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;"><u><b>Q: Do you have a target gender or sexuality that you
specifically write for?</b></u></span></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">"I've actually struggled with who my
target audience is. I've always written stories that turn me on, but when I
first started writing erotica, my stories were what was traditionally
considered male-centric fantasies. They were smut, porn, or whatever you want
to call it. The writing was more vulgar and less nuanced. Even though my taste
for down and dirty sex is still very much alive, I think the quality of my
writing has improved.</span></blockquote>
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Those early stories generated a lot of
feedback from men—mostly hitting on me. It was flattering at first, but then I
started feeling like an X-rated version of <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. It's a truth universally acknowledged, that a
woman who writes erotica, must be in want of a horny guy to fuck her silly in
real life. That may be true for some, but for me it has to be the right guy.</blockquote>
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At the same time, I was trying to write
mainstream romance. I've always loved the romance genre—especially the steamier
stuff—and wanted to be a successfully published author. Back then, romance was
predominately targeted to heterosexual women. So I was torn between writing romance
for women and dirty stories for men. Ultimately, I decided to go where the
money was and that was in writing romance for women.</blockquote>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">However, that decision wasn't as simple
as it may have seemed. Love it or hate it, </span><i style="font-size: 12pt;">Fifty Shades of Grey</i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> changed a lot of things. I think it gave
more women the power to embrace their sexuality. Hearts and flowers are great,
but so is raunchy kinky sex. You don't have to choose between romances with
sweet kisses and tender touches, or dirty stories featuring spanking, bondage,
and domination and submission. At least in erotic romance, you can have it all.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt;">Bottom
line, I'm a heterosexual female who loves passionate stories about characters
with a strong chemistry that have lots of dirty, kinky sex. So that's what I
write. I think there are lots of women out there that enjoy those kinds of
stories, too. Primarily, that's my audience. If there are men out there that
enjoy my stories, too, all the better.” –<b>Ria Restrepo</b></span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">“By far the most well
received of my stories have been ones with a younger man falling for an older
woman. That being said I tend to make those young men more like the teens of my
generation than the teenagers of the current day and time. This is deliberate.
I'm trying to appeal to mid-forty to late sixty, heterosexual women. I make
these young men seem like the young men they knew when they were that age. Or
as well as I can without it being ridiculous.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Equally, I also tend
to catch young hetero males who are attracted to older women with the same
stories.” –<b>M.S. Tarot</b></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt;">“My target demographic is myself. What do
I want to read in romance?” –<b>Delilah Night</b></span></blockquote>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">“While I cannot say I deliberately
write for a gender, I do expect my stories to speak loudest to LGBT
sexualities. It thrills me to hear from ‘straight’ readers who had their eyes
opened to the romantic potential in a transsexual partner, or to the erotic
possibilities of a futanari lover, but I tend to write with the assumption that
readers are, at the very least, bi-curious.” –<b>Sally Bend</b></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
"I write erotica for myself. Since I'm a guy, it probably appeals more to men than women." <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">—</span><b>Reed James</b></blockquote>
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"I generally assume that my readers are women, but I try to write for everyone to some extent. I’m probably least popular with gay males, because I haven’t done any male/male stories as of yet."<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">—<b>Richard Bacula</b></span></blockquote>
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<o:p> </o:p><u style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>Q:
Does your gender identity influence your writing?</b></u></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
“Yes, I think so. I'm a woman who loves
dominant men with a sensitive side. That's generally the point-of-view I write
from, because it's what I know and I'm most comfortable writing. I haven't
discounted writing from other perspectives, but I haven't felt the need to so
far.” —<b>Ria Restrepo</b></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Of course, there is
no way that it couldn't. At times it makes it easier to write since I'm writing
the familiar. But then again, at other times, it makes me have to challenge
myself mentally. Taking on not only gender but culture, age, race, sexual
discovery and all the rest ... well, that tends to bend my imagination into new
and different shapes to help bring about the desired story. To me, it's all
about emotion and story. Everything hangs on that.” —<b>M.S. Tarot</b></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt;">“It's impossible for it not to. Just as
my race, age, socioeconomic status, education level, and urban v rural
upbrining influence my writing, the fact that I identify as a woman does as
well.” –<b>Delilah Night</b></span></blockquote>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, absolutely. I have used my fiction
for a long time to explore and understand my own gender identity, finding a
sense of comfort and acceptance on the page that I had not always felt in the
flesh. I am at a point where my writing is more a celebration than an exploration,
but part of me will always write for the anxious, lonely teenager behind me.” —<b>Sally
Bend</b></span></blockquote>
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"I don't think to. It's not like I think about it when I'm writing. I think about the character, the scene, and what will make it a hot and sexy read."<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">—</span><b>Reed James</b></blockquote>
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"I’m sure that my gender identity does influence my writing. I’m a cis het male, and I’m mostly into writing about male/female sex, with female/female sex as a close second. While I research everything as best I can, I’m sure my gender identity does provide the occasional gaps in knowledge."<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">—</span><b>Richard Bacula</b></blockquote>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><u><b>Q:
How do you justify writing from the point of view of a gender or sexuality you
don’t identify with?</b></u></span></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
“People are people no matter their gender
or sexuality. As long as a writer is clear on a character's motivations and
desires, they should be able to write plausible stories from any perspective.
There is plenty of variability in the genders to make anything believable.
There are sensitive men; there are crass women.</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Whatever the gender, a writer just has to
be able to get inside their character's head and tell their story. I think I'm
a pretty empathic writer and feel capable of expressing the feelings of
characters of either gender.</span></blockquote>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Thus far, I've only written one story
where I alternated from the female protagonist's point-of-view to the male's
point-of-view. Sometimes you need to tell a story from more than one viewpoint,
so that means you might need to get into the head of a character whose gender
is different than your own.</span></blockquote>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Also, I think readers of either gender
like reading the other gender's perspective. Surely you can't say all women
feel the same way about something, but some do. I know there are heterosexual
men who like reading stories from the female point-of-view—because they find it
arousing and/or because to want insight into what some women feel about various
situations. I also know that I like reading what the male characters are
thinking, so I feel certain other women do, too.” —<b>Ria Restrepo</b></span></blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“By being damn good at
doing whatever it takes to sell that point of view. I will research to the
hundredth degree if I must to bring that character alive in the minds of my
reader.</span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have also been told
by several authors that I can write anything and make it hot. That comes not
from writing scenes that sizzle but by bringing the reader into the scene.
Hooking them not just with the story but with characters that they identify
with and then can't help but empathize with. Emotion crosses all genders, touches
all people. To paraphrase the song 'We're only human. Of flesh and blood,
we're made.'</span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="background: white; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">We all weep, some just
hide it better.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: transparent;">We all rage, some just channel it into ways that hide their anger.</span></blockquote>
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We all laugh, even if some do it with only their eyes.</blockquote>
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Now if a writer can make his characters cry, get mad, or laugh in a manner realistically enough that the reader feels like they are there with them, well then selling what that character does between the sheets is simplicity.” —<b>M.S. Tarot</b></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Romance is a fantasy genre. My male characters fit
that—they're interesting, educated, good in bed, and have more strongly held
ethics than a great deal of men I've run across in my forty years. Writing from
a gay male perspective is harder to justify. It's not my voice. But in both
cases, I utilize betas who fit the gender identity of the characters (for
instance, I wouldn't worry about having a male reader in my f/f novel, for
example, but it would be nice to have a woman who identifies as queer beyond
myself vet it. My betas know me well enough to know that I want to be called
out and do better at representation.” —<b>Delilah Night</b></span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">“We are writers and creators, people of
limitless imagination. Diversity lives in our imagination, and the page would
be a very boring place if we only wrote about the experiences we have lived. I
mean, I have written about futanari, dragons, dominant women, tentacle beasts,
submissive sissies, mummies, gay men, giants, interracial lesbian, demons, and
more . . . and I can only lay claim to a few of those identities. I think we
owe it to readers to do our research, to educate ourselves on the genders,
sexualities, races, or cultures we write about so that we can do them justice,
but I reject the idea that we should have to limit or justify our narrative
choices.” —<b>Sally Bend</b></span></blockquote>
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"Why do I have to justify writing any character? The author's job is to write whatever truth they can in their story. Does one gender, one sexuality, one arbitrary identity, created by a person who wishes to gain control of the chaos of the world by pigeonholing us all into one slot or another, hold truth? Or do we share it with each other in a continuous exchange of ideas that can only be held back by such reductive thinking?"<b> </b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">—</span><b>Reed James</b></blockquote>
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"I’ve never really worried about it that much, in part probably because while gender IS important, I don’t consider it to overwhelm all the other common experiences we all share as human beings. Also, I read a lot of Romance novels when I was growing up, and I’m very familiar with reading about sex from a female point of view. I’m sure this helps me be comfortable writing from the same view. </div>
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Ultimately, I justify my writing other genders with the reactions I get from female readers. I turned in a female POV short (non-erotic, although there were some sex scenes) story in college once, and a man in the class challenged my authority to write a female character faking an orgasm, for example. The women in the class simply wanted to know how I wrote so WELL from a female point of view. I considered their responses an adequate answer to the man’s question."<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">—</span><b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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<b>Conclusions: It seems that writing from the heart for the truth of a character is the overall consensus, regardless of the author's personal gender or sexual identity. The best way an author can write from another perspective is with respect, imagination, and appropriate research if needed. The purpose of fiction is to transcend the levels of our own world, to invest our time in another, to better understand ourselves, those around us, and all the possibilities that come with it. Keep an open mind. Stay curious. And keep reading!</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The Dragon’s Gift </span></b></div>
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Edited by <a href="http://authorpaigeprince.com/editing-services">Paige Prince</a></div>
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Genre: Lesbian Paranormal Erotic Fiction<br />
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I hate dragons, but I love Maxine. Not love-love, but love in the way you love the best friend who might have been the love of your life. In my ideal world, we might have, could have, and should have been more. But Maxine, at the age of eighteen, was already busy with half the boys in town. It was obvious to me then she probably wouldn’t ever tip my way. </div>
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Still, after years of friendship, she’s stuck with me through thick and thin, broken hearts, and missed opportunities. It’s fair to say we’ve built the kind of friendship to last no matter what. To me, the definition of real love and friendship are the same: it’s choosing to take on someone else’s shit and living with it, just because. </div>
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And shit is what I have to sit through—another low budget, poorly written tech college theatre production, which will further solidify my undying, never-ending, shatterproof support of my best friend. I deceive myself with my actions, thinking continuously doing such things paints me in a good light. Although I’m pretty sure Maxine is straight, there’s still a little ball of hope trying to unfold inside my heart, encouraging me to be patient, pushing me to wait for the day Maxine might come around. </div>
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Yes, I’m deluded. I can’t help it. Maxine shines the brightest in my world; always has, and undoubtedly always will. </div>
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I shift my weight trying to become more comfortable in my ancient, worn out seat, and I force my eyes wide open, trying not to nod off in the relaxing low light of the room. A muted din of other supportive friends and family plays like white noise to my right and left as they chat about the production and examine the flyer they were given at the door. I glance down at my own and notice each actor’s goofy mug shot is plastered next to a blurb about their studies, past performances, and role in the current production of The Dragon’s Gift. </div>
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I crumple my flyer in my fist without further examination. Fucking dragons. Of all the fantastical creatures out there—vampires, werewolves, zombies, shapeshifters—Maxine has to play a stupid dragon. It’s not even a mainstream fairytale creature anymore. It’s a lead role, which is great for Maxine, but I’ve seen a photo of the costume. It’s terrible. She’ll flow over the stage with a sack of frayed layered fabric trailing behind her like a grotesque rainbowed bridal gown. Atop her shoulders will sit an oversized bobblehead with large painted eyes and feathered eyebrows. And to make it worse, Maxine has told me the production is silent like ancient Asian cinema. The only sound I’ll hear from her will be the jingle she’s told me she’ll make due to the multiple bells attached to her sleeves. What a mess of creativity! All I can visualize happening in this production are overdramatized gestures, a weak interpretation of historical craft, and no one in the audience actually understanding what the hell is going on. </div>
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Lame. </div>
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If only this were a serious show. Surely a more intelligent director would demand proper—if not historically accurate— costumes. </div>
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But this is Maxine’s big day. I’ll have to take it how it is and later lie like a traitor if necessary. </div>
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At least there’s her promise for after the show. She told me there’s a surprise for me, and I have absolutely no idea what it could be. Knowing Maxine, it must be something good, even if it’s just an invitation to join the after show cast party. She knows I live for them; those things are always wild. </div>
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I straighten up in my seat as the house lights flash their cue to the audience. A hush falls over the space, and like forced tunnel vision; the stage becomes the center of my universe. The orchestra begins a somber melody of oriental music while the long red curtains open, and an eerie fog blows in thick swirls, billowing off the edge of the stage and out into the aisles. A blanket of white puffy fabric is draped here and there indicating winter, and pale yellow overhead spotlights illuminate daytime. I exhale loudly and mutter my distaste through my teeth as I think that this set puts “low budget” to shame. </div>
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A woman’s voice fills the theatre singing high and sorrowful through intermittent tears, while half her form is visible from behind a cardboard wall waving her delicate, pink favor. At the same time, the dragon—my Maxine—with her heavy unstable head and distinct jingle of bells, rushes out center stage, arms spread, appearing angered and distraught. </div>
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I want to laugh, but suppress the urge by clearing my throat. Her costume is more awful than I thought. There’s a visible string connecting the dragon’s long tail to Maxine’s wrist, but what’s worse, the luscious curves of my best friend, which I have so often wanted to touch, taste, and explore, are completely consumed by her character. There’s not even a crack of skin visible where her delicately clawed hands and feet meet the rest of her costume as they scuffle in their erratic dance across the floor. Each lunge right and left sends her tail moving like a jump rope and Maxine’s head tipping in the opposite direction from her movement. I want to see a great tangle occur and her head fall from her shoulders. I chastise myself for the thoughts. Comedic accidents would be more entertaining for me to watch, but it would ruin Maxine’s big role. </div>
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Cymbals clang, the dragon jumps with a loud tintinnabulation high into the air, and a handful of soldiers rush in stage right with their swords drawn and their gestures wild. The dragon’s hands clench into fists with anger as the music crescendos and the continued onslaught drives him away. The soldiers follow with pats on the back to one another, and the lights dim. If the story wasn’t so predictable, I’d be more interested. Of course soldiers are going to drive away the big scary dragon from the beautiful maiden! I curl my legs up onto my seat and rest my chin on my knees, hoping the new position will help keep my ass from falling asleep. </div>
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The lights brighten to slower music and the rough cutout of a dark forest. It’s beautiful in its simplicity, but it reminds me of every cliché beast hideaway from childhood stories. I hear a fog machine kick on and soft, thin waves puff over the stage, muting the stale, stationary light around multiple traditional paper lanterns. Defeated and alone, the dragon’s form drags its feet and then collapses in a heap. Its bobblehead shakes like it was flicked by a child’s finger, an emotion I determine as sadness. </div>
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I suddenly find my feet have found their way back to the floor as the beautiful maiden floats across the stage, her pink favor from earlier still clutched in her hand. Her hair is free and falls like black silken threads to her slim waist while her costume hugs tightly to her womanly shape. I don’t recognize her as one of Maxine’s friends, but I find myself suddenly more interested in the production. She’s the physical type I would go for: tall, busty, and glamorous. I make a mental note to ask Maxine about her after the show, fantasizing about a possible new date. </div>
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The maiden spies on the dragon and then comes out of her hiding place. The dragon is startled and takes a defensive stance. I prepare for her bloody murder, but suddenly the dragon rushes to her side and embraces the maiden passionately while the accompanying music becomes soft and sweet. </div>
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I smile when I realize this production is a love story. Maybe I don’t hate dragons so much after all, so long as they’re not the stereotypical demon whose life holds no backstory and whose future is set only to pillage, burn, and roast people alive. That story’s overdone. </div>
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I feel my fascination with the attractive love interest and my best friend escalate as I continue to watch. Maybe Maxine isn’t into girls, but her acting ability has me believing the dragon absolutely is. The woman is scooped up into the dragon’s arms and ravished in the most intense PG sex scene I’ve ever seen. The music becomes intense, and I feel my heart beating with the same rhythm of a timbre drum. I watch their bodies entwine, their gestures fly in quick unison, and at their exquisite moment of climax, cymbals clang forcefully enough to leave a stinging reverberation inside my skull. I can’t turn away. It’s far too beautiful a thing. Sated with pleasure, the stage lights illuminate their satisfied forms in pale orange light like a physical afterglow while they hold and pet one another. </div>
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Wow. I think, Go Maxine! </div>
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The music begins to grow louder and alarm builds in the movements of the maiden and her dragon lover. The hair on my arms spikes and I notice the audience is still and on the edge of their seats, as if about to exhale the breath they’ve been holding in unison. Soldiers enter stage right, their weapons drawn. Lights flicker in angry shades of red as the dragon battles them with fire and fists, but the army’s strength in numbers quickly overpowers him. They surround the dragon in a tight circle, and the maiden screams silently as a soldier runs her dragon through. She collapses in anguish as the accompanying music becomes a dull hum. The lovers reach for one another, but make no contact. Darkness falls across the stage, and the music goes quiet. </div>
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When the lights come back to the stage, it’s clear some time has passed. The white puffy fabric of winter has disappeared, and fresh flowers in multiple vases stand in a row across the front of the stage. The maiden enters stage left, singing a high, happy tune, rubbing and cooing at her swollen belly. Fog billows in a great wisp around her as she faces the audience and smiles. The fog follows her as she exits the stage, lights fade to black, and the curtain closes. </div>
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I’m shocked. I sit with the audience thinking both bravo and what the fuck? The soldiers might have gotten the best of the dragon and “rescued” the maiden fair, but the dragon really got the best of them all. He said to hell with traditional coupling and followed his desires! I find myself feeling thankful for historical theatre and its ability to tell an entertaining story rather than the cliché Disney version. Fucking genius. I think that if more people had grown up with stories like this, society would have fewer issues accepting people for loving however and whomever they choose. </div>
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I laugh at myself. Fuck Prince Charming—or Princess Charming even; give me a passionate reptile! </div>
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House lights come on abruptly and the audience stands as a dozen actors take the stage. Holding their hands in unison, the performers bow to genuine applause. I clap with as much enthusiasm as I can, and give my loudest whistle knowing Maxine will know it’s me. I’m so pleased for her. I just wish I could see her face from behind her costume to determine her own emotions. I grab my jacket as the audience breaks. The actors take their leave, but Maxine makes sure to catch my attention before I follow the throng out the main entrance. She points to a side door near the front of the stage, and I beeline for it, excited to congratulate her on a job well done. </div>
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The side door opens into a sparsely lit beige hallway that smells of stale air and the unmistakable aroma of heavy stage makeup. Door hinges creak loudly up ahead, and I turn to my right in time to see the train of Maxine’s dragon costume slide out of view. I pick up my steps and follow, finding a small, square wooden door resembling a maintenance entrance. </div>
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A crack in the door reveals little of what’s behind it other than darkness. I find myself hesitating and wondering what Maxine is up to. In all the horror movies, this would be the part where the psycho killer lures the stupid slut to her death…but trusting my best friend, I crouch down and push the door open. </div>
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The air is cool and even staler than the hallway, as if no one has been inside for a long time. There are cobwebs hanging from large wooden support beams, and the ceiling almost scrapes the top of my head as I straighten up. As my eyes adjust to the dim light of a single paper lantern in the center of the space, it becomes clear I’m beneath the stage. </div>
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Maxine—still in full dragon costume—shimmies her hips at me and gestures me closer. I laugh at how ridiculous she is, but in this light, I think her costume looks more believable. The darkness pushing against the paper lantern seems to suppress the rough fabric scales I’d seen visible on stage, smoothing them out and giving them an almost fluid, snake-like luster. Even the head of her costume appears more stable, with a grin plastered across its lips I hadn’t seen from my seat. I can even forgive the jingle she makes when she moves; in this space, when she’s not running around with overdramatized gestures, the sound is almost pleasant. </div>
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I scratch the back of my head and chuckle. “You were so great on stage,” I say. “I’ll confess I wasn’t expecting such a good story, but it really sucked me in.” I laugh again as the preposterous thought from earlier pops back into my head. “Your love scene had me wondering what it’d be like to fuck a dragon.” </div>
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Maxine’s hands shimmy down over her chest, pressing firmly against her breasts. Their shape—presumably from the way the light hits it—no longer hides behind the sack I initially thought the costume to be. In fact, her wide hips bow on either side of her body as her hands continue their downward drag, round over right and left, and disappear behind her back where she grasps her ass cheeks. </div>
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Another chuckle escapes my lips; she’s obviously making fun of me. Yes—sexy, sexy dragon. “So why are we under the stage?” </div>
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A queasy sensation begins to rotate in my gut as my laughter resonates off the empty walls and bounces back at me. I’m not a fan of small, dark spaces to begin with, and I hate that I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t help but wonder if this has something to do with the surprise Maxine mentioned for after her show. </div>
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Maxine tilts her head from side to side, but doesn’t speak. I feel almost like she’s studying me. She reaches her hand out to me, extending her delicately clawed fingers and grasping the digits I freely give her. It’s strange to feel the warmth of her skin without discerning the emotions from her face, and stranger still; she’s giving off more heat than usual. Perhaps she’s roasting under her costume. Surely, this stuffy room doesn’t help either. </div>
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I gesture toward the sliver of light from the semi-open maintenance door, swallow hard, and mutter, “Why don’t we get out of here and—” </div>
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A long claw presses against my lips, preventing my words from becoming anything more than unintelligible garble. It’s one of those sensitive places on my body; when touched under the right circumstances by the right person, I spiral into delicious shivers. The sensation penetrates both upper and lower lips like a delicate kiss, courses through my cheeks, and triggers my on button. And Maxine knows this. We’re friends—we talk about everything from our boring breakfast made by Grandma on vacation in the boonies, to the last person either of us fucked. My triggers are no secret. </div>
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I gulp as her claw becomes the flat of her finger, tracing the outline of my mouth and further sending me alight. I want to close my eyes and accept the responses from my body, but my mind tells me I should see who causes them and understand why. But all I see is the dragon and the light of the lantern flickering, appearing and disappearing as the shape of Maxine’s costume continues to sway back and forth, repeatedly blocking it out. </div>
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Why knowingly trigger me? Maxine is never cruel, nor does she make decisions lightly. She’s methodical in all aspects of her life, carefully choosing every move before its execution. I think surprise and want to melt into the floor. There could be no greater gift than finally experiencing the touch from the single most desirable person in my life, and no better place for her first experience with the same sex than the private dark under the stage where Maxine has just fabulously performed. </div>
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A single clawed digit pushes into my mouth, spreading my lips apart and caressing over the flat of my tongue. I create an O shape around it and curl around her finger. The front of my tongue slides smoothly over her pointed tip as she withdraws, and I enjoy the light smacking sound our actions make from my suction once she’s left my mouth. My mind wanders as I imagine gliding in and out of multiple places…extra-long caresses reaching extra, extra deep…If this is really happening, I tell myself I cannot let her down. </div>
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I reach with both my hands to grasp the hand still floating in front of my face. I kiss each knuckle in turn, and then lick the space between her thumb and pointer finger with the tip of my tongue. The texture of the costume is rough in the opposite direction of the layered fabric, and smooth as glass down the other way. I taste something I imagine to be the remnants of the stage makeup she might’ve helped a fellow actor draw on, but it’s the warmth radiating from underneath that lures me further; I want to feel it all over my body. Grasping her hand tightly, I place it over my face, guide it down over my features to my neck, and push into the dip of my shirt collar. I feel the trail linger like a mild burn long after her hand cascades onto my shirt fabric and pauses above my rapidly beating heart. </div>
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My eyes closed sometime during the action, but I open them to confess what I’ve always wanted to say, “I want you.” </div>
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Maxine doesn’t speak a word, but her head tilts from side to side again. I wish she’d say something—anything—to assure me of her intentions. A few touches, some light kisses—they mean less to me without the emotional connection inflicted by words. I’d like to hear her tell me she’s always secretly desired me, been curious. A confession of mutual love would send me over the moon…. But maybe she’s been afraid to explore the same sex. Maybe, up until today, she hasn’t had the courage because she fears rejection or she’s unsure how to go about things. Maybe now, under this stage with me, is the only way she knows how to pursue her desire, and perhaps remaining in costume makes taking the step from “straight” to “explorative” a bit easier. It’s also kinky as fuck, and I can’t help but grin. I know she’s into roleplay—she’s told me before. But I can’t let myself totally lose my head in the excitement. This is my Maxine and I’m here for her, any way she needs, wants… and always. </div>
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The flickering shadows cast from the lantern gives the illusion of movement from the eyes of the dragon’s costume. They seem to scan over me, observe my body from top to bottom the way people secretly appraise the object of their desire from across a room. I feel like Maxine is looking at me for the first time—really seeing me. I feel adored and wanted. My heart skips a few beats as insecurity floods my brain—what if I’m not good enough, what if she regrets this later? But as I feel her two hands drag down my arms and hold me securely by my waist, and then turn me so my back is pressed against her front; I don’t care. As a hand gently kneads into my abdomen, and another hand pushes down my chest, invading over the skin inside my shirt—I forget I ever had a question. </div>
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The silky touch of the dragon costume flows over my skin like a cascade of water rather than frayed fabric. It glides over me as both hands pull at my shirt in opposite directions— one exploring the divot of my navel and the other slipping inside my bra. Arousal stirs inside my chest and rushes to my extremities as another on button—my nipple—is gently brushed, then tweaked, flicked, and pulled. I hiss through my teeth as my flesh is slightly elongated, and as the hand on my stomach slides down to the waist of my jeans. </div>
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Popping sounds echo around us as the multiple buttons of my jeans snap as they’re forced open. I feel hot breath on my neck and smell something reminding me of smoke. It makes me wonder if the fog machine’s chemicals imprinted onto the dragon costume or if the last person who wore it had a love affair with cigarettes. Strange…I wish she’d take the head off now and allow me to feel her lips and her tongue upon my skin, but instead, she continues to inch her hand into my pants, pulling the fabric down with her fingers until my jeans fall to the floor around my feet. Her other hand remains firmly attached to my breast. The tail connected to her wrist there drags softly along my torso, and for a brief moment I think it has a life of its own; it seems to rise up and down, curl under where Maxine’s fingers cup me, and caress me with a pressure of a more controlled appendage. </div>
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But it’s just a costume. Imagination runs rampant in the dark. </div>
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My heart beats with pangs I feel echoing in my ears. I think Maxine must feel it too, maybe even hear it as well. I want her hands to keep moving, to keep making me feel this way. Let her remain in costume if she’s more comfortable doing so. I can’t and won’t set rules for her. I remember my first time with another woman: a private place, a willing beauty, and the kind of partner who patiently allowed me a detailed survey of her body. Yes, I want the same for Maxine. Let her feel me—love me—and learn from my reactions what actions of her own are most pleasing. </div>
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She drags both hands down over my navel and presses my back tightly to her again. Her breasts are squished to almost nothing, and I think I feel the poke of both her nipples, even when the logical part of me says it’s not possible; her costume is too thick, and my shirt’s in the way. </div>
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We sway together for a moment as her little bells sing, and I begin to think she’s unsure of what to do next. “I need more,” I whisper, and hope it’s enough to encourage her, yet we only continue to sway. I think it’s only natural. Maybe she’s nervous. </div>
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I reach my arm around behind me and trail the flat of my hand downward against her as smoothly as I can. I cup between her legs once I’ve trailed low enough, and I hear a soft hum come into my ear. Grasping Maxine’s hand still upon my stomach, I guide it down to mimic the position I hold on her, and press her fingers up and down my crotch through my thin cotton panties. The extra curled length of her claws seems to focus pressure more intensely, and I know I’m growing damp. Each slide upon my panties makes them stick a little more securely to my skin. The word sublime comes to mind as we stroke one another. This is my Maxine, and this is what I’ve always wanted. </div>
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The maintenance door creaks and suddenly slams shut. A cool draft accompanies the sound, rushing past my face and blowing my hair toward the back of my head. I feel a deep breath from Maxine at my back, and watch as the shadows from the paper lantern flicker abruptly as the candle inside protests before snuffing out. The darkness around us is complete, save for a sliver of light visible from underneath the door; and all the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stands on end. </div>
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But I’m not afraid. I’m with my best friend. Here in the dark, under the stage—the might have, could have, should have—is finally happening. </div>
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I hear another hum in my ear, but it’s deeper and breathy like muted laughter. I add my own amusement into the dark as I embrace the moment, and push away the frightening thought of the closed door locking us inside. I can think of worse situations than finding myself trapped under a strange with a lover for an undeterminable amount of time…. </div>
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Hands move upward over my arms and press lightly upon my shoulders. Guided down upon the floor, I feel its cool, rough surface contact my knees, and then my hands and rear as I sit down. I can’t help but feel nervous; I’ve dreamed of this happening for so long. I wipe my sweaty palms against my bare thighs and embrace Maxine’s midsection as she lowers me flat against the floor. </div>
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My heart flutters. This is really happening. </div>
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Another hum comes from inside Maxine’s costume. She takes my hands away from her body and lays them under her own. We drag our hands in unison down over my torso and bunch the fabric of my shirt together into fists. In a graceful movement, we’ve shimmied my shirt out from under my back, and discarded it over my head. The air is cool against my bare skin, but the contrast of Maxine’s warm touch flowing over me leaves behind a trail of sweet warmth. </div>
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Maxine’s heavy costume makes a soft thud next to me as she settles at my side, shucking my shoes from my feet and tossing them. My jeans, in a rumple around my ankles, quickly follow, and I reach out to her again with both hands. I grasp nothing but air, but the tinkle of her bells tells me she’s there. </div>
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The sensation of slick searing tongue upon my torso is exquisite. And the play her hands make over my breasts; divine. Her claws drag over my bra straps and pull one down from my left shoulder with abrupt aggression, exposing my breast with the impatience of a child. Her hot tongue trails upward just as quickly, and I moan into the darkness as I feel my nipple engulfed. I’m glad she’s lost her bobblehead. </div>
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I needed to feel her mouth, needed her to taste me. Yet it’s strange—the texture of her lips is rougher than I imagined they would be, and the muscle behind them is intense. Perhaps it’s only her desire to play rough. I remind myself that Maxine has never been a kitten. </div>
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I’m flooded with lust as Maxine straddles over my upper thighs, her weight a reassuring blanket in the dark. She grasps both my breasts and squeezes, and then drags one clawed hand down over my torso while her tongue licks in a hungry trail down to my navel. Her saliva lingers like sticky paint, evaporating slowly, and I love it. I can feel her impatience; it’s electric in the air, as is my own. I simply can’t remain still. I want to feel her touch everywhere. </div>
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My hands find her one hand lingering under my breast, but she moves further down where I cannot reach her. It’s a deliberate tease; she enjoys topping people. She loves control, and has told me numerous stories of doing similar things to her boyfriends. I don’t mind. It’s me she’s craving now. </div>
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Her hot tongue dips into my navel while both her hands grip my waist. She swirls in and around, and then plants soft kiss after kiss downward until she’s come to the crest of my underwear. Her breath falls warm and heavy here, almost as if she’s pausing to watch what I know she cannot see happening in this dark—the ridiculously slow peel of the cotton. It’s a big step for her, diving right in. It can be a little scary. </div>
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I raise my hips slightly to encourage her to pull my panties down further, and she does. I’m breathing so loudly now, I almost drown out the jingle of her belled sleeves. It’s a strange music, but it’s our music. As Maxine drags the fabric down over my ass and thighs, she comes to rest at a crouch around my bent knees, and I feel her wrap one arm around my left leg while the other falls softly against the top of my pelvis. </div>
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Her touch is excruciatingly warm. I want to both move away and embrace the heat at the same time, but Maxine doesn’t move. We’ve reached a precipice. A decision must be made. She could stop, or she could pleasure me. </div>
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Boiling in my lust, I encourage her. “Love me,” I whisper. “I need to feel you.” </div>
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Maxine’s hand on top of my pelvis continues to remain in place, but I feel her hot breath come closer to my exposure. I close my eyes and feel a jolt of surprise rattle through me when her mouth makes contact upon my bare pubic mound, and when I feel the tips of claws trailing down either side of </div>
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I release the breath I’m holding when her mouth trails lower, licking my folds and searing my flesh. It’s almost too warm to endure, and I find that my body fidgets with indecision of whether the heat belongs there. But it’s wonderful and it’s slow. For her first time with a woman, Maxine is really taking her time, as it should be. She presses with the flat of her fingers over my petals, peels a side back, licks with the tip of her tongue, moves to the other side to plant a kiss, and then explores my very center with a depth no one has managed to make before with only the use of their tongue. </div>
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Exquisite. Perhaps Maxine is not the novice I thought she was. She doesn’t fumble, doesn’t make a mess of things. Each touch, tap, and probe is deliberate and makes me verbalize my pleasure aloud. Yes. I am her maiden fair, ravished and consumed. </div>
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My back arches slightly and I feel the arm Maxine has around my upper thigh move underneath my backside. She squeezes me tightly; the points of her claws dig into my flesh with a motion that falls into a strange synchronization with the repeated plunging of her tongue. I push my pelvis slightly up to her, wishing for a deeper reach I know she cannot make, and my body writhes with beautiful frustration. My legs are sweating from the heat around my lower body, my nipples are hard peaks of neglected flesh, but changing her position or touching myself to bring more pleasure would be blasphemous. I want to see what Maxine can do to me. I want to let her have control to make me feel whatever it is she pleases. </div>
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Her mouth moves upward and her free hand on my outer petals comes to my center. Her tail, still attached at her wrist slithers across me with her hand, and I feel her excited probing at my opening. Just as I think I can take no more teasing, I feel her tongue fly upon my clit. I cry out. My heart thunders and I push down around the invading penetration. </div>
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My flesh is pushed and stretched, my muscles hugging and releasing a thick intrusion. My mind wonders how many fingers Maxine is using, but the thought doesn’t remain in my mind for long. I’m too warm, my body writhing, my toes curling. The tightness I always experience at climax is building quickly, lengthening like a rubber band about to snap as her rapid motions push too deep for my usual comfort. Her tongue curls around my hardened bud, and oblivion tumbles all around me. </div>
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I see stars. They’re all about me, flashing this way and that like dust cascading through a stream of light. I could pluck them individually like jewels if I were capable of movement, but I feel perfectly still—without breathing or even the desire to—despite my shaking limbs and my burning lungs. It’s almost as if I’m looking down upon myself. I witness the continued attentions from my lover as she rocks me with pleasure, and it only makes the tightening in my abdomen grow again, sending me a second time into the twinkling night sky. </div>
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And it doesn’t stop. She drains me; my internal muscles pulse around her impaling digits, the pressure of her body around me the only thing capable of taming my spastic motions. </div>
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Oblivion feels like a malleable substance when her attentions come to a halt, and only a satisfied ache remains inside me. Time is meaningless, and I wish to remain in the dark—exploring, existing, loving—until Maxine and I become the subject of fairytales. But no moment is permanent, or no moment would hold meaning. My will to move returns with this knowledge, but I find I’m only able to toss my head from one side to the other. The desire to hold Maxine is great, but she seems as exhausted as I am, and remains where she is between my legs. Her hands have come to rest below my navel, and I feel the press of her costume rough against my thigh. Rapid, hot breath falls against me, and neither of us speak a word. </div>
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A sudden chorus of excited voices from the hallway carries over into our room under the stage. I feel Maxine’s hand startle, and move away with a lurch that sends all her bells into an angry rhythm. I hear her breath suck in harshly as she stands and abruptly stops short. </div>
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“Where’s the cast party at?” I hear a male voice ask. </div>
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“At the Irish Pub just off of campus,” someone answers back. </div>
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“Shit! Can I get a ride with you?” </div>
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My body still feels too ravaged to walk, but I roll onto my side and fumble about the floor for my things. Liquid trails down my thigh, still warm and sticky, and I’m both shocked and amused I could produce such quantity, but then I think I’ve never orgasmed so long or violently before. Perhaps I squirted—must have; I’ve heard that can happen. Who knew it would be the touch of my best friend to bring me to physical places I’d never been before? </div>
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I quickly shimmy back into my pants when I find them in a clump next to a shoe, and then continue in my search for my discarded shirt. I hope Maxine isn’t upset, but there’s no time for me to equally and thoroughly explore her here when she’s supposed to be somewhere else. The fear of discovery seems to have upset her anyway. I’d rather take our time on our own terms in a space where she feels more at ease. </div>
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“You have no idea what this means to me,” I whisper. </div>
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Maxine turns to look at me, the crack of light shifting from underneath the door backlighting her silhouette. Her shape is magnificent, even in costume, but she’s more than physical beauty. She’s graceful and talented, motivated, unstoppable…I wonder what she’s thinking, and I hope she expects a role reversal sometime soon. It’ll be on my mind until it happens. I’m already imagining how she might taste, how she’ll feel under my skin without the hindrance of a costume. Maybe I could wear one for her. I’ve always wanted to show her my Wonder Woman…. </div>
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“Yeah, of course you can ride with me….” </div>
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The voices trail down the hall, and I hear Maxine tentatively open the door, flooding the floor around me with light. Strangely, I see a thin blanket of smoke has covered the surface like a morning mist, and I think maybe the person in charge of the of the fog machine during the performance forgot to switch it off, and now it was flooding the stage above us, somehow seeping down through the floor of the tech school’s old stage. </div>
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I frown and turn to Maxine, the light from the hallway a bit too brilliant to withstand. I blink several times before I notice she’s plopped her bobblehead back on. I frown again, wishing I’d have seen her beautiful face after our fabulous lovemaking. </div>
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A pang of disappointment hits me, but I know she’s right. We can’t enter a room with other people at the same time. I’m probably flushed as hell—not to mention extremely sweaty—and she probably wants to return her costume to the proper place before we all take off. </div>
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“Right,” I mutter. I smooth out my shirt and make sure I’ve secured all the buttons on my jeans. </div>
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I squeeze past Maxine, rounding my left hand over her side and hips as I approach, and then grasp her hand as I move into the hallway. Her digits wrap around mine, her claws pinching together on top of one another. Fog begins to billow out at our feet, and I quickly lean back to kiss her bobblehead where I think her cheek should be. In proper light, up close, I think she’s really quite detailed. There’s even an iridescent sheen to the individual scales as my view of the light shifts. I decide the costume’s fabric isn’t the cheap kind like I initially thought; it’s much too firm, too smooth. I instantly regret my negative thoughts from earlier, and I tell myself I’ll be more optimistic over Maxine’s shows in the future. </div>
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“Just give me a minute,” a voice echoes. </div>
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I can’t see who it is, but I make out their shape drawing closer. I turn back to Maxine who has stepped back into the room under the stage, holding the door open a crack, exposing only the eyes of her costume and a few clawed fingers gripped around the wooden doorframe. </div>
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“Hey!” I hear the echo of quick steps falling against the cold, hard floor, and turn instinctively toward the familiar voice. My heart thunders to a rapid halt as the form moving toward me comes into focus. She slows her pace when a few yards remain between us. “You coming with us?” </div>
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I turn my gaze back to the maintenance door in time to watch two large eyes blink. I take a step back, and brace one outward stretched arm against the far wall. The door opens a fraction, pushing more fog out in a slight gush, and revealing the movement of relaxed lips pushing upward into a satisfied grin. My breath catches in my chest, and the door softly shuts. </div>
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“Where’ve you been? I thought you’d take that side door and meet us in the rehearsal room.” </div>
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I can’t move, can’t breathe. Something cracks loudly, but it’s a sound without physical form. I think perhaps it’s the sound of my stomach dropping out from beneath me, or something akin to reality cracking, where childhood fears are made flesh. </div>
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“You all right? You’re all sweaty and…” She takes my face in her hands and looks me deep in the eyes, but I don’t really see her. My vision has gone fuzzy, and I feel I might collapse. “You’re so pale. Are you feeling alright?” </div>
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“If you’re not well, we’ll skip the cast party,” she tells me. “I just need to drop someone off at the bar.” </div>
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Maxine’s hand is sturdy and a normal temperature as she pulls me away from the wall and leads me toward a back door at the far end of the hall. I glance behind us, but there’s nothing there. Opening the exit, she steps through and waits for me to do the same. I cross the threshold and feel my hands shake. They fall instinctively to my belly where an unfamiliar presence dominates. </div>
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A cold sweat breaks over me as the cool nighttime air hits me and the full moon above shines intense brilliance upon my face. The world sucks me into madness as the door behind us closes, the faint jingle of bells ringing before falling silent when it finally shuts. </div>
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Time passes in a blur of seasonal change around me. I find myself feeling giddy, light as air, and more carefree than I ever have in my whole life. Maybe it’s the way my body and mind are responding—my swelling midsection, my growing breasts, or the fact that I’ve always wanted a family—or maybe it’s how Maxine has become enamored with me. “You have the most beautiful glow,” she often tells me, and “motherhood suits you.” </div>
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I begin to notice that her attentions have become more physical, with her hands exploring my belly, her body more often than not angled and aimed toward me, her usual casual proximity abandoned to the point where our bodies are almost always touching. It’s nice to be near to her and not have to answer questions that everyone else asks. She understands. It doesn’t matter what happened or how, because it’s happened to me. And love, maybe not the love-love you have for a partner, but the love you have for a friend, supports you through thick and thin, good and bad, no matter what, because that’s what true love is. And Maxine is the love of my life. </div>
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<strong>A traumatized young woman held hostage for years.
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Jenny Stone’s voice was silenced the horrific day ruthless crime boss Victor Sorkin executed her parents in cold blood and took her as his personal good luck charm. Now she’s his ‘pet’, at his mercy when he summons her to warm his bed. Or the beds of his more esteemed business associates.</div>
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When she sees her chance to escape, she takes it, hitching a ride with an unsuspecting cowboy, horse trainer Cole Caldwell. Cole’s stunned to find the terrified young redhead hiding in his horse trailer. She’s as skittish as some of the horses he works with, and she doesn’t even speak. But the nurturer in him wants to shelter her, to protect her. He’ll do his best to ignore the attraction he feels, content to help her know she’s safe with him.</div>
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Should she leave before Victor finds them?
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As he walked into the house, he was immediately surrounded by the tantalizing aroma of something cooking. He set down the bag and followed Jenny into the kitchen. The first thing he noticed was the table, set for two, a pretty bouquet of field flowers arranged in a Mason jar in the center. <br />
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He looked to Jenny, who was carefully watching his reaction. “What’s going on here?” He smiled encouragingly. “And what smells so good?” <br />
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Jenny used a folded kitchen towel to remove something from the oven and set it on the stove. Cole peered into the dish, where golden chicken breasts sizzled in a thin sauce. <br />
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“That looks amazing, Jenny. What is it?” <br />
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Her board was lying facedown on the counter. She picked it up and showed him what she’d already written on the other side. Chicken piccata. <br />
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“Chicken piccata? I had all the stuff to make that?” <br />
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Jenny nodded proudly. <br />
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Cole squinted, looking more closely at the dish. “What are the little burned peas-looking things?” <br />
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Jenny rolled her eyes. She jotted on her board. Capers. <br />
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“I had capers? Where the hell did I get capers?” <br />
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She shrugged and hooked a thumb at one of the upper cupboards. <br />
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“Oh, it must have been in that basket one of my clients gave me for Christmas.” Cole shook his head. “All sorts of fancy shit— I mean stuff.” He looked at Jenny. “Sorry about that.” <br />
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Jenny grinned, then jotted quickly, You can say shit. I’m a big girl. She laughed lightly. <br />
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Cole laughed, too. “Good. Well, shit! Yeah, that feels good.” <br />
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Waving with her hand, Jenny gestured toward the table. <br />
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“Is dinner ready?” Cole asked, and she nodded. <br />
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“Alright, let me go wash up and I’ll be right back.” <br />
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Cole headed upstairs. As he washed his hands, he wondered about how Jenny had created such a dish with the simple things he kept at the house. She seemed pleased with herself, too. Quite a difference in her from the first time he’d seen her in the back of the horse trailer. <br />
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He sighed to himself. They were making progress, and he found that gratifying. Would it be possible that one day she’d decide to talk to him? <br />
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When he returned downstairs, the chicken was arranged on a platter. Jenny had placed a bowl of salad on the table, along with a bowl of rice. She’d poured Dr. Pepper for herself, while at his place she’d set out a bottle of Heineken. <br />
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“I know this is the fanciest dinner this table has seen in years,” Cole said, sitting in his chair. “We have a centerpiece and everything. You picked these?” <br />
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Pleased, Jenny nodded as she took her seat. <br />
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“They’re beautiful. The purple ones match your dress and everything.” He smiled at her. “You look pretty tonight.” <br />
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Jenny blushed profusely and looked down at her plate, trying to suppress a smile. <br />
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“Let’s dig into this fine dinner, what do you say?” <br />
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She nodded, and Cole took the platter, serving her first, then himself. They passed the rice and the salad as well. Cole took a bite of chicken and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor. When he opened his eyes again, she was watching him carefully. <br />
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“Oh my God, Jenny, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How did you know how to make this?” <br />
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Jenny’s smile faded a bit and she hesitated. Then she jotted on her board. It’s a long story. <br />
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Cole regarded her thoughtfully. “Maybe you can tell me sometime.” <br />
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She chewed her lower lip. Maybe. <br />
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They ate in awkward silence for a few minutes, and Cole silently cursed himself for stepping into something that made Jenny uncomfortable. Wishing to restore their easy rapport, he cleared his throat. <br />
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“I know. You’re an undercover chef.” <br />
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She gave him a sideways glance and snorted. <br />
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Encouraged, he tried again. “You’re a secret chef, and you’re on a mission to educate dumb cowboys like me in the ways of international cuisine.” He drew out the last two words in an exaggerated drawl. <br />
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Jenny giggled, tossing her napkin at him. <br />
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Cole grinned good-naturedly. “It really is good, Jenny, no lie. Thank you for making dinner.” <br />
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After dinner dishes were cleared, Cole remembered the bag he’d left by the door. “Oh, Jenny, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” He reached out his hand. “Come see.” <br />
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Her eyes widened, but she took his hand. He led her to the den and pointed at the couch. “Have a seat and close your eyes.” <br />
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She hesitated a moment, then sat down. She glanced up at Cole. <br />
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“Close’em.” <br />
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Pursing her lips, she complied, knee bobbing anxiously. Cole retrieved the bag and placed it on Jenny’s lap. “Okay, now you can open them.” <br />
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With a glance at Cole, Jenny peered into the bag. Brow knit in a frown, she withdrew a large brown cardboard box and set the bag on the floor. Eyeing him again, she lifted the lid and gasped. <br />
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Cole couldn’t stop the smile as Jenny picked up first one boot, then the other, eyes wide. Reverently, she ran her fingers across the purple embroidery. <br />
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“I figured, if you’re going to be working in the barn, you’re going to need some good boots. I saw these at the saddle shop and I knew they were supposed to be yours.” <br />
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She looked up at him as a smile spread across her face. Standing, she let the box fall to the floor as she came to him, a boot in either hand, and wrapped him in a hug. <br />
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“Do you like them?” Cole laughed. <br />
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Jenny stepped back and nodded vigorously. Then she pointed up the stairs. <br />
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“You want to try them on?” <br />
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She nodded again. Gathering up the box, the lid, and the bag, she hurried upstairs. From where he stood, Cole heard her moving around, drawers opening, the creak of her bed. Then came the clomp of boots on the hardwood floor as she came back downstairs, her face beaming. <br />
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She crossed to him, then back to the bottom of the stairs like a fashion model on a catwalk, rocking the new boots with her dress. <br />
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Cole couldn’t stop his grin. “How do they feel? Do they fit?” <br />
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Jenny nodded happily. <br />
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“Okay, then. Wanna go help me out in the barn?” <br />
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She nodded again, taking his arm as they headed out the door and across the yard. Every few steps, she looked down at the boots. Cole couldn’t remember ever feeling so pleased with himself. <br />
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The horses were waiting near the gate as they approached. Cole opened it, and he and Jenny watched them make a beeline for the barn. He looked at her. “You do the feed and I’ll do the hay?” he asked. <br />
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She nodded, heading for the buckets and feed cans at the end of the barn. As Cole lugged a bale of hay into the first stall, he started singing a cowboy song about not being buried on the lone prairie. When Jenny smirked at him, he winked and continued with more gusto. <br />
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By the time the horses were in their stalls with buckets of feed and fresh hay, Cole had started the song over, and Jenny was grinning broadly and shaking her head. <br />
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“What? Does my singing suck?” he asked. <br />
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She shook her head. No, it’s very brave, she jotted on her board. <br />
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“Brave?” he laughed. “That’s what they tell people who can’t sing.” <br />
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He took Jenny’s hand and twirled her around as he sang, pulling her to himself and launching into an impromptu waltz down the center of the barn. <br />
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Cole relished her giggles as he spun them both around, drawing out the final note. Breathless, they stopped, Jenny smiling up at him, her emerald eyes wide. Cole’s gaze drifted to her lips, pillowy and soft, no trace of the trauma that had once been there. He felt an almost irresistible pull, as though a magnet drew his lips to hers, but he blinked hard and spun her one last time before letting go. “Who knew those were dancing boots?” he joked softly. When he looked back at her, he saw a glint of sadness in her eyes. She’d felt the same pull he had. But he knew he couldn’t take advantage of her. That wasn’t who Cole Caldwell was.<br />
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Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.
She is the author of the three-novel epic romance <i>Rannigan’s</i><i> Redemption</i>, modern-day adult fairy tale <i>Chasing Ordinary</i>, and a naughty little romantic novella, <i>Just One Night</i>. Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them. The collection currently includes four novels: <i>Luke & Bella</i>, <i>Lost & Bound</i>, <i>For Sparrow</i><i>, </i>and<i> Warrior Mine</i>.
<i>Jenny’s Voice</i> is the first book in the new Redheads & Ranchers series, a collection of stand-alone contemporary erotic romance novels featuring sexy ranchers and the redheads who ride into their lives and turn everything upside down. Since they’re all stand-alone, you will be able to read them in any order.
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Here’s a NSFW sneak-peek into my story (unedited):<br /><br />“What are you doing?” Kiyoko breathed.<br /><br />Mae starred with a take-charge determination into Kiyoko’s eyes. “Making up for the trouble.”<br /><br />They fell upon the lone bed in the corner of the cramped room, dust rising into the air in a poofy cloud as the springs under them squeaked in protest. Mae gripped her fists into Kiyoko’s short hair, and felt the pull of arms wrapped like ropes around her back. A full body flush erupted over her skin, her lungs heaving with excitement, her body alight like a firecracker. She swooned when Kiyoko found her neck and licked her jaw to ear, and all control was lost in her fumbling of Kiyoko’s belt and the buttons of her fly.<br /><br />They rolled to the side and fell hard to the floor, Kiyoko’s voice ringing like childish laughter. She pulled Mae to her feet and grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it up and over her head in a well-practiced movement. “I like a woman who surprises me,” she whispered. She ran her finger between Mae’s shoulder and bra, pulling the strap down over her shoulder. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.” <br /><br />Kiyoko pushed Mae against the wall, pressing her back into the drape-covered, cold pane of a window. She leaned in for a kiss, but dodged Mae’s lips, diving instead for her neck again, nipping her nape with controlled pressure of her teeth. Goosebumps rose over Mae’s body from the intimate action, her thirst for more intensifying as she felt the clasp of her belt <br />loosen and her slacks slump in a bunch to the floor. <br /><br />Kiyoko dipped her head and took one of Mae’s nipples, still in her bra, between her teeth, before sucking it into her mouth. She let go the moment she felt Mae’s sharp intake of breath; crouching down, her hands began trailing behind the same line she began to draw with her tongue all the way to Mae’s navel. Kiyoko swirled about the divot with her tongue while her hands peeled the thin layer of Mae’s panties away from her skin.<br /><br />Mae reached for Kiyoko’s hair. It slid like silk through her fingers, Kiyoko’s breath scorching the thin layer of her panties. The fabric folded and breath trailed lower still, Mae’s legs loosening, the gap of her knees widening, the soft push of humid mouth falling upon her sex with eager appetite. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What goes on inside the head of a writer? The answer is simple: lots of things. Some of us hear the voices of our characters, some of us worry about deadlines, and sometimes we freak out when our personal and writing lives don't mesh. But let's go deeper. What does writing </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">really</i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> do to our lives and relationships, especially with erotic writers. The negative stigma surrounding sex in modern culture can have an enormous impact, but sometimes, the positive outweighs the negative.</span></div>
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“Writing erotica has been a definite positive, mostly because of the people I've met as a result of writing what I do. I'm having lunch with other erotic/erotica authors this week.” –<b>Nia Farrell </b></div>
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“Both, actually, but I'll save the negative for the next question. :) On the positive side, the practice of writing - of engaging beta readers, of talking to reviewers, and hearing from readers - along with being part of a community, has made me a better writer and a happier, more confident one. I don't feel so alone anymore. There really is somebody on the other side of that keyboard.”—<b>Sally Bend </b></div>
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“I began writing erotica for my wife. We’d been married 30 years at the time and I wrote for no other reason than to turn her on. She loved the first story and offered a scenario that still fuels our books. These fantasies have only enhanced our own sex lives so that would be a big positive change. For the other side of the coin, see question 2.” –<b>JF Silver </b></div>
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“I'm not sure it has made a difference among my friends. I have several who have worked for companies that either import Japanese hentai doujins or work in the translation of Japanese eroge (erotic games) for the English market. Among my family, I don't tell. several close people to me wouldn't be happy.”—<b>Reed James </b></div>
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“Both. Sometimes when I write a really good scene or finish a book, things heat up around the bedroom. But if I’m on a deadline or have writer’s block, I don’t even want to TALK to anyone. I can be a bit of a grump, lol”—<b>Paige Prince</b> </div>
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“Writing has made lots of positives in my personal life, especially in a town I live in where people do nothing more but drink and gamble their money. I work for a casino, and I’ve dealt with the worst of the worst. When I come home and write, it’s like a solace from all the grinds I have to deal with in real life.” –<b>Ray Sostre</b></div>
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"I would say a little bit of both. I think on the plus side I'm a happier person, being able to express the minds and ideas of my characters without restraint. I love connecting with others who enjoy the same topics. But I also feel restricted about who I can talk to about my writing based on the negative stigmas surrounding the erotica genre. I've definitely gone to social media to find an outlet for discussion versus seeking out those in my immediate vicinity."<b>--Angora Shade </b></div>
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“It hasn't really had an effect other than that I have to watch what we discuss when young ears are around.” –<b>Nia Farrell </b></div>
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“The discovery that I was writing erotica caused some significant tension with my spouse, partly because I had kept it a secret, and partly because of what I was writing. We had to have that long conversation about fact, fantasy, and fiction, and how writing erotica about a sex act or partner doesn't mean you *really* want to do that with them any more than writing horror about a serial killer means you *really* want to murder people and eat their eyes.” –<b>Sally Bend </b></div>
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“The reason our once private series of stories are now published was my wife’s desire to help some friends with their sex lives. A lunch with women she hadn’t seen in decades led to a discussion where she discovered that many were no longer sexually active. Quickly learning that communication was the main issue, she encouraged me to emphasize that as we went forward with publishing the series. For some of those friends and many others we’ve met through our books, we’re grateful for every comment thanking us for helping them. </div>
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Family, however, is another story altogether. We’re proud of our books and did several very public interviews including a piece in Wisconsin’s largest newspaper. One of our adult children decided we were just too embarrassing for her family to deal with and have banned us from any contact with them. Other, more conservative relatives have also distanced themselves from us and invitations to family events have slowed as well. We realized that living to please others is far less important than our own happiness and if people have a problem with what we do then THEY have the problem. We would be complete hypocrites if we didn’t use the lessons in our books for ourselves. Life really is too short.” –<b>JF Silver </b></div>
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“It's made me have to lie to several people on where my income comes from. I've settled on "ghost writing" and say it's an NDA that I can't tell what I am writing.”—<b>Reed James </b></div>
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“My mom is a bit old school, so she blushes heavily and tends to not really mention the kind of books I write. My brothers and sister all think it’s insanely cool and tell everyone they meet. –<b>Paige Prince </b></div>
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"I'm <i>very</i> careful whom I speak to about my erotica and romance writing. I sometimes will admit to acquaintances that I write stories, but I don't go into any detail. I live in a close community with traditional values, and I would hate for a negative mark to be placed on my family based on the genre I enjoy writing most. My closest friends are supportive, my significant other is as well, but only a handful of my actual family has any clue I've published explicit sexual literature. That's the kind of thing you get cut out of the family for where I'm from--that and tattoos. I often feel very closeted and unable to be completely open with those I love for fear of rejection."--<b>Angora Shade</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Do you have your own personal hard limits on what you will or will not write for subject matter? </span></b></div>
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“I don't do incest or bestiality. Any character who has suffered childhood sexual abuse is written as an adult survivor (I do not make them live through it). I have lesbian friends but I'll probably never write FF or FFM because that's not my thing. I want cock. The bigger, the better and the more, the merrier in my books.”—<b>Nia Farrell </b></div>
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“I prefer to write about LGBTQIA characters and themes, along with BDSM or power-exchange fetishes, because that's both what I know and what I'm comfortable with. I'm not really interested in writing a heterosexual vanilla relationship. I am fascinated by themes of dubious consent, of characters being 'forced' to test their limits and 'encouraged' to cross lines of gender or sexuality, but it's a fine line . . . there has to be an element of mutual pleasure there.” –<b>Sally Bend </b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58ihn-H-LTyS1r1q0KWTahjhWwstdG0KzKjsckdGO6f7V_eUxubVAaZIhHruLVPoDos2IpsYFsWaEMSnD0U8EE45_eH894ZRxnYITO9rmFM_py6OcTqQxAmyucFEtdh7sGykIH2PtsgU/s1600/download-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58ihn-H-LTyS1r1q0KWTahjhWwstdG0KzKjsckdGO6f7V_eUxubVAaZIhHruLVPoDos2IpsYFsWaEMSnD0U8EE45_eH894ZRxnYITO9rmFM_py6OcTqQxAmyucFEtdh7sGykIH2PtsgU/s400/download-1.png" /></a>“My stories are fantasies with mature characters who have a lot of experience. There are few scenarios we haven’t covered but I would never use an underage character or delve into bestiality of any kind. Incest and certain bodily functions would probably be axed, too. Our latest actually takes them into a supernatural realm and may even include extraterrestrials! So, there’s not a whole lot I won’t write about.” –<b>JF Silver </b></div>
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“Yes, I do have hard limits. I do some commission writings for fans and I told one flat-out know. This person's idea made me physically nauseated.” –<b>Reed James </b></div>
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“Yes, I do. I won’t write anything underage, rape or molestation, or anything about causing an animal harm.”—<b>Paige Prince </b></div>
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“I will write anything, regarding to whatever kink, but I’m not into dubious content. I don’t believe in using derogatory words to any female character, nor any male character, including race, sexuality, and so forth. I want to create an open world of erotic fiction, a place to escape to, not to express hate and ignorance. I want to pull readers into a story where they feel aroused; not turned off by derogatory comments.”—<b>Ray Sostre </b></div>
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"I won't write about anything that personally turns me off. If I can't feel sexy about a topic, I don't feel that an attempt would translate well into my writing. I also won't write about underage encounters for the sake of underage encounters, or anything demeaning to a culture, race, sexuality, etc."--<b>Angora Shade</b></div>
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“Personal time. There is none when a schedule is as demanding as mine (I'm on track to have 21 releases this year, getting ready to load #18 now, and two more are done). I rarely get to read for personal pleasure and limit television to maybe two hours a week. I watch Outlander and Vikings and very little else. I love to sew and make jewelry, but all my projects are in boxes, waiting.” –<b>Nia Farrell </b></div>
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“Time, plain and simple. I used to have an agreement with my family that I get one uninterrupted night off a week to write, without guilt or distraction, but then our youngest came along and suddenly time is just a little more precious. I try to multitask, to write when I can, but I know there are nights where I've ignored people or been short-tempered because THE WORDS MUST COME and the muse won't let go.” –<b>Sally Bend </b></div>
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“I'm not sure I had to make any sacrifices. I mean, I guess I sacrificed pursuing other life options for this one, but it's freed me up from having to work for others.” –<b>Reed James </b></div>
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“Time with my family. My sanity. (I’m kidding... Pretty sure that has never been a thing.) it’s difficult for me to balance my focus evenly. So, when I was working full time I wasn’t writing. Now that I’m writing (sort of) full time, I’m not really working much. That’s also because of my health, but that’s another tale for another day. I tend to forgot to eat or that my family also needs to eat actual food beyond sandwiches or Ramen while I’m working on a manuscript.”—<b>Paige Prince </b></div>
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“In the early days, it was to stay up and write. Sometimes, not spend time with my woman and watch TV with her. Thank god for DVRs, because I would hate to miss out on my favorite prime time shows. There had been other sacrifices, but not being able to spend time with my woman has been number one.”—<b>Ray Sostre </b></div>
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"Time is the largest factor. If I'm trying to write, that means my attention isn't on my family. It's a double edged sword really. Do what I love doing, or spend time with those I love the most. The balance is maintained only when everyone around is happy doing whatever it is they love doing. That's when I write."-- <b>Angora Shade</b></div>
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“I had to research a punishment scene where the heroine hated pickles and the smell of vinegar. In the scene, her Dominant has her suck on a large dill pickle with a vinegar-soaked square of gauze draped over the end of her nose. I learned first-hand that a cotton ball under the nose wasn't enough. I had to cover my nose to get the full effect. Nasty, nasty stuff.” –<b>Nia Farrell </b></div>
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“Okay, this is going to sound icky and gross, but the difference between castration, an orchidectomy, and a penectomy. What impact do they have on a person's overall health? What does each do to your hormone balance? How do the change your sex life? How has the definition of an eunuch changed over time, and how do it differ by geography?” –<b>Sally Bend </b></div>
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“Our stories are multiple partner fantasies. A threesome leads to exploration with another couple and things heat up from there. This was just a fantasy until a few years ago when we decided to try it in real life. All in name of research, of course. After 41 years of marriage, we have no trust or jealousy issues. We just love sex. We also hate the term, “swingers” but that’s the most commonly understood definition of people who enjoy others. After a few fun encounters, we set up an evening with a couple we met online. They invited us to spend the evening, we had a nice dinner, drinks, etc. One thing led to another and we enjoyed each other in more intimate ways. Afterwards, while relaxing in front of a cozy fire, we were horrified to discover that the male half of the couple was a hateful, bigoted racist. I mean, really fucking nasty. My wife is the most open minded, liberal person you could ever meet and she really took one for the team that night. It was very weird.” –<b>JF Silver </b></div>
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“I’ve had to spend hours Googling the right kind of tree to have been in existence hundreds of thousands of years ago, an herb that would harm a vampire that wasn’t garlic or vervain, and sent porn links to my editor so she could see that a certain sexual position is actually possible.”—<b>Paige Prince </b></div>
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“Actually, it’s human sexuality. I realized that there are a number of people in this world who have a deep, dirty erotic secret they wouldn’t share with their partner(s), and their sexual confessions have been listed in my stories. When I first started writing erotic romance in 2010, I was writing the romance part, but as I evolved in the next four years to the present I learned that there are a lot of people who want to read stories that are very sexually explicit to what caters to their fantasies. Along the way, I learned that while there are many people who physically attracted to people of the opposite sex there are people who are also flexible with their sexuality. I learned that there are women who would love to have a threesome with other women; bisexual fantasies between both sexes; men and who want to have sex with a transgendered person; men that are into being dominated by a woman, and women vice-versa; even cyber and phone sex with a stranger is one of their fantasies. </div>
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While group sex is their major kink, I learned along the way through interacting with them that they want to read stories that make them wish they were the character(s), living out the fantasies like never before. It’s why I write them. While many of us couldn’t express those fantasies freely, I write for those who want to read it, and by listening to what their sexual fantasies are it’s opened my mind to write it. </div>
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"I've done some pretty weird things in the name of research in order to better understand certain kinks. I peed naked in the garden during a rainstorm trying to understand the allure many people have for wetting themselves. I also had my partner pee on me trying to understand the attraction of a golden shower. I learned I love being naked outside in the rain, but personally, although I think I understand the sensation of pee a little better, it's not for me."--<b>Angora Shade</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Erotic, romantic, and tragic. These are the threads that bind together the world Angora Shade has created in Refined Tastes. Following nuclear apocalypse, a lonesome vampire -- the last of her kind -- wanders the wasteland. The atmosphere is dim and oppressive. When she finally comes across a wandering group of humans, the story really hits its stride. Somewhere between anthropological wonder and romantic longing, she follows these people. When she crosses paths with one of the women, her desires get the better of her. The love affair that follows is touching and beautiful in its own strange way. This is definitely a worthwhile read for anyone. No matter what your tastes are, you should read this story." --Review by Mitch Workman</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"If there's one thing this story excels at, it's creating atmosphere, but with such parsimony when it comes to use of words. It reads like a poem, where every word, phrase, and paragraph has its function, all rushing towards that inevitable "huh" moment that ends the story, but is only the beginning of an endless cycle." --Review by Lusty Soul</span></div>
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Yours truly has had an action packed new story accepted into the upcoming Bold Strokes Books Anthology: "Escape to Pleasure", a Lesbian Travel Erotica! Look for this fab book from your favorite venders January 15th, 2019, or directly from <a href="https://www.boldstrokesbooks.com/books/escape-to-pleasure-lesbian-travel-erotica-by-sandy-lowe-and-victoria-villasenor-2748-b">BSB January 1st! </a></div>
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My Story: "The Girl in the Taxicab" explores the vacation of Mae, a college nursing student, visiting Japan to prove to herself and others that she does indeed possess the guts and independence to travel the world alone. Satisfied with herself upon her journey's end, Mae steps into a taxicab to head to the airport--the <i>wrong</i> taxicab. Car chases, gun fights, safe houses, spies, drug dealers, and a heart-throbbing lesbian encounter await you in this tale of self discovery, passion, and romance. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's too early to announce, but I can tell you I've hit a bucket list goal! I'm going to be published next year with a big name (no I can't tell you who) for a respected, well-read anthology series (can't tell you which one), and I'm very proud of myself! Details will follow at a later date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I'm also busy writing for other submission calls. I'm tits deep in the apocalypse where humans are infrequent and the undead the bane of existence. It's really fun. My protagonist is more than a little nutty, horny, and desperate. It makes for an entertaining combination. Never a dull moment. I hope to know what'll happen to this story early next year.</span><br />
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Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-83362346212302871322018-10-22T06:35:00.001-07:002018-10-22T06:35:45.840-07:00Review! The Fence by Lusty Soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xonBjA8basPm45uODKCQigVEDiuPmciSpi-82bCIJqqIEYmLG1x5jsYHmNNWaxDntV0wmImMWPk1NSBSo0C4Pxu67YTtmJ3ACD83tknnzcvmQZIpyrcHka0BXNp8DaZBlxVSHgRWE_U/s1600/51twWM7t2ZL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xonBjA8basPm45uODKCQigVEDiuPmciSpi-82bCIJqqIEYmLG1x5jsYHmNNWaxDntV0wmImMWPk1NSBSo0C4Pxu67YTtmJ3ACD83tknnzcvmQZIpyrcHka0BXNp8DaZBlxVSHgRWE_U/s320/51twWM7t2ZL.jpg" width="216" /></span></a><br />
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A chilly May night. A sleeping suburban neighborhood. A young man brings his girlfriend home after their date. They're both virgins, but he's ready to take their relationship to the next level. Literally aching, he tries every angle he can think of to help her see things his way, but she revels in teasing him, dangling promises of more intimacy in front of him, only to snatch it away at the last moment. The dreaded blue balls set in, leaving him only one option.</div>
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Disappointed, in the concealment behind the fence of her garden, he takes matters in his own hand, literally. To expedite the much-needed relief, he explores dark and forbidden fantasies, things he wouldn't dare discuss with his pure and unspoiled girlfriend...if she'll be his girlfriend for much longer.</div>
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But then the ambush springs. They weren't alone, kissing and cuddling on the porch steps of her house. Someone was watching. Someone depraved, neglected, ravenous and ready to grant a young man's wishes. But our young hero very quickly finds out that you should be careful what you wish for. Because what you get just might be a lot more than you can handle...</div>
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This book was given to me as part of a review exchange. I had no idea what the book was about when I received it, and everything I have to say about it is honest truth. </div>
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<u style="text-decoration-line: underline;">Plot:</u> This story contains a clear beginning, middle, and end, complete with a lot of really wonderful detail. Some stories that contain sex scenes skimp on the what, when, and why of a story, instead jumping to the sex scenes where detail is given right down to what way the wind is blowing while who does what to whom. But this story is detailed from the opening paragraph. You're sucked into the story quickly, it's engaging and entertaining, making you want to read further and get into the head of this story's young couple. Questions arise while reading that are answered throughout and at the end. The story leaves the reader thinking at the end, and for days after. The plot twist (which I won't give away) had me scratching my head wondering who the mystery character was for a while, which is always a bonus. When things are too obvious there's a bit of fun lost. But this was fun. The ending is equally as fun, throwing a bit irony into the flavor of things, which I personally enjoy in my reading.</div>
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Lusty Soul, or Lucy, is a simple Flemish girl with eclectic interests. She started writing erotica to vent her mind, and to improve her command of the English language. In her free time she's an avid reader of horror and speculative fiction of such grand masters as Stephen King and Dan Simmons. Her musical tastes range from A to Z and everything in between. She's very active on social media and fights a continuous battle to conquer her legendary procrastination. If she ever publishes another story, that dragon will have been slain...temporarily...</div>
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<b style="font-weight: bold;">Note:</b> As with any information appearing on my blog, all opinions are my own. I highly suggest you engage in your own quest to fulfill your literature cravings and form your unique opinions. Reviews are the best feedback for an author! Please take the time to review any and all books that you enjoy.</div>
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Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-81246441506005942872018-10-09T11:05:00.000-07:002018-11-01T13:42:07.602-07:00Refined Tastes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVsT-goEK58tibaN4_CZ77Te6bErP2sXxjB1dYZqjZKjIyix-1RHlPDxaBzg9-_9PARrrxu9qsI9MF0AP2toz8scxsoBaTK0lo_oHa8nxIaQZgyPknPx5PoMjOGboh5YL20R9E8fbKAo/s1600/Refined+Tastes+Cover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1003" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVsT-goEK58tibaN4_CZ77Te6bErP2sXxjB1dYZqjZKjIyix-1RHlPDxaBzg9-_9PARrrxu9qsI9MF0AP2toz8scxsoBaTK0lo_oHa8nxIaQZgyPknPx5PoMjOGboh5YL20R9E8fbKAo/s320/Refined+Tastes+Cover1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's my pleasure to announce the October 15th, 2018 release of "Refined Tastes," a lesbian, paranormal, dystopian, horror erotic story! Expect to be wooed, chilled, and thrilled. This story is deliciously twisted and not for the faint of heart!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mankind has fallen and nature has reclaimed the world. For a lone vampire, life is mundane and meaningless without the people who were once plentiful. During a chance encounter with the last remaining band of humans, she must decide between her desire for blood or the preservation of the species she dearly loves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Look for this new release <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Refined-Tastes-Angora-Shade-ebook/dp/B07JG7RT97">HERE</a>, and check out my other titles on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Angora-Shade/e/B00MD23Z3C">Amazon</a></span></div>
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Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-68521729485532261312018-09-18T01:03:00.000-07:002018-09-18T10:45:09.936-07:00Let's Talk Monsters<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Or are we trying to imagine something outside the realm of possibility, through aliens and tentacle monsters, just to escape the monotony of traditional sex? </span></div>
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“Well, for one thing, it's far superior to all other forms of erotica or romance, as we all know. The fact that at least one character is only partially human, inhuman, or superhuman (AKA a "monster"), is the main difference. That difference really drives the story and should make the sex unique for erotica. It's the attractor but also the problem. Getting involved with a monster brings both the good and the bad. The good: mind-blowing sex and a relationship unlike anything you've ever had. The bad: other people don't understand/have issues (torches and pitchforks style issues) and of course monsters often tend to... hurt people. Or eat them.”—<b>Bryce Calderwood</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The biggest difference is that in most monster erotica or monster romance, the fact that one of the characters either is a monster or shapeshifts into a monster plays a large role in the plot of the story. For example, you can have a story about a billionaire and his secretary, but if the billionaire is also a shapeshifting dragon, that adds an extra plot line to the story and typically plays a large role in the development of the tale.”—<b>Sophie Stern</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“It's definitely a taboo genre of erotica that covers a quite broad category of creatures from the mainstream vampires and shifters to the truly kinky tentacle monsters and fantastical beasts form mythology that are truly impossible delights to enjoy. They are a play on power fantasy. Either the monster is overpowering the protagonist and giving them a pleasure they don't think they want or don't want to admit they want, to the other end of the spectrum where the protagonist is dominating the monster. Taming them, showing their mastery over a beast that could, quietly literally, rip them apart.”—<b>Reed James</b></span></div>
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“Um ... the hero has a lot more hair. I like to think it's edgier and it lets me push the boundaries of what is acceptable.”—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“The only real rule that I see there is that monster erotica by definition must include some kind of monster. It should be a physical monster; just a human who has a monstrous soul doesn’t count, and neither does a ghost who possesses a normal human. There has to be a monstrous or bestial physical element involved. Beyond that, I’d say that there is typically some level of humor involved, some awareness of the absurdity of what’s being portrayed. It’s a genre that—as intense, macabre, or profound as it may be at times—lends itself well to pure amusement and to joyfully frivolous diversion.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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“I think it's for the same reason we love stories about superheroes and magic or fantastic technology: it's a power fantasy. Often there's a touch (maybe more than a touch) of the taboo. Danger blends into sexual excitement. People never get tired of the "Beauty and the Beast" dynamic. We will always have vampires, shifters, and mermaids (or in the case of my stories: octogirls). If you dig a little deeper there's some REALLY crazy shit like getting impregnated by insectoid or tentacle monsters and getting your holes stuffed with eggs so the monsters can breed. Good times.”—<b>Bryce Calderwood</b></div>
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“While many genres have to stay true to this "world," monster erotica lets authors explore the unknown. Since monsters don't actually exist in this world (that we know of!), authors get to play with reality and create different worlds to explore. For example, I have one story about alien dragons who shapeshift in space. That's one of my favorites!”—<b>Sophie Stern</b></div>
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“Monster erotica is taking normal erotica to its extremes. More dangerous dom/sub play. More helpless submission. More extreme forms of bondage or other forms of edge play (like knife play with claws). They could have more extreme sensory experiences or lovers with inhuman stamina. It's erotica unbound by the limits of the real world.”—<b>Reed James</b></div>
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“I once read a naughty version of Beauty and the Beast, and the idea of the heroine having sex with this monster creature weirdly aroused me. That might be it.”—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“I think that the genre attracts readers for a number of reasons. Some readers are attracted by the WTF factor, simply curious what exactly is going to happen in a story/matchup, and how. This is often the case with sillier premises, like human/dinosaur matches. But there's also the attraction of the primal mindlessness of most monsters—they're beings of pure emotion and physicality, all cock and lust (or pussy and lust, in some cases, or tentacles and lust... you get the idea). An important part of sexual fantasy is sharpening the elements down to an erotic edge, removing all distractions that might distract the reader from their emotional and physical reactions. Human aspects like personality, intelligence, ambitions, and so forth, can all enhance the erotic aspects of stories, but they can also distract from them. Sometimes it's best to remove those aspects, the humanity, from one or more of the participants in a sex scene, to shave away a large number of potentially distracting elements, and leave only the pure, bestial lust that monsters are capable of.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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“My two main ones are vampires and octogirls. For erotica my niche is futanari (women with both female and male sex organs), which are "extrahuman" in their own way. So now it becomes futanari vampires or futanari getting it on with octopus girls (Remember Ursula the sea witch from Disney's The Little Mermaid? Like that, only mega sexed-up).”—<b>Bryce Calderwood</b></div>
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I write about shapeshifters in my books. Most of my paranormal romance and erotica centers on dragons; however, I do have stories that feature bears, tigers, wolves, and even dinosaurs. I love showcasing how big and strong monsters can be, yet how they're willing to be sweet and gentle with the person they love. I also like exploring the idea of monsters being misunderstood and judged by humanity, only to have someone discover that they aren't always what they seem.—S<b>ophie Stern</b></div>
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I write about just any sort of monsters. I've done shifters, dragons, unicorns, centaurs, tentacle monsters, vampires, shadowy abstractions, sirens, mermaids, nagas, and more. They are just new things to write, new sexual encounters to imagine and put to pen.—<b>Reed James</b></div>
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“I did very well writing about Bigfoot and his sex life. I thought it was the craziest idea I had ever had, so I knew I had to write about it. “—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“I will write about absolutely anything. To date, I've done erotic stories about werewolves, scarecrows, vampires, gigantic octopus gods, unicorns, dinosaurs, and a one-eyed, one-horned, flying, purple pussy-eater. Probably some other stuff as well, that I've forgotten. I love the challenge provided by taking something that seems un-sexy, and making it surprisingly erotic. I love the opportunities provided by characters with superhuman strength or abilities, and/or with inhuman attributes and appendages.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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“Depends on what you mean by liberties. In terms of what's permissible by Amazon... since we're at least holding hands with if not outright French kissing and maybe getting a little oral action with taboo subjects... I'd say yes to a point. Certainly in terms of action in the story (ALL kinds) there's a lot of crazy fun stuff you can do. Super powers and super strength and fantastical settings or characters give you a rich playground.”—<b>Bryce Calderwood</b></div>
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“Readers who enjoy monster romance and erotica tend to love to explore different topics and ideas within the genre, so as a writer, I get to explore a lot of different ideas. It's also possible to mix genres, which is how we end up with monsters in space or aliens who are also bears or shifters who have super powers. It's one of the most fun things about being a monster writer!”—<b>Sophie Stern</b></div>
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“Of course. You make the rules in monster erotica. Cocks that can keep cumming, women able to take dicks bigger than normal. You can amplify whatever you want. That's the fun of it. Taking things past their normal limits.” –<b>Reed James</b></div>
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“Absolutely! If they ever discover Bigfoot is real, I'm in trouble. Then it would be bestiality, I guess. I've gotten away with all sorts of things writing in this niche.”—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“Yes, I believe so. People are quite squeamish about rape fantasy as a rule, but it's a pretty standard element of most monster erotica. In regular erotica, readers are often concerned with consent, with non-violence, and such, but in monster erotica the single most-used trope is an unwilling woman being ravaged by some kind of rampaging and rampant beast. I like to mix things up more than that, having men ravaged by female monsters, or having women willingly seek monsters out, but generally speaking writers don't have to be as concerned with certain sensibilities when writing monster erotica.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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“I wouldn't write about them if it wasn't fun fantasizing about the scenarios. To figure out what can be sexy. Monsters are attractive for the same reason futanari are. It's the erotical illusion at work. That knowledge that it's impossible and yet sexy. It's intriguing, a novel experience. And as omnivore creatures, we are genetically driven to seek out new experiences. It's how omnivores find new sources of food.”—<b>Reed James</b></div>
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“See question #2. Yes! It's the taboo thing, I guess. It's the creature in the woods, the danger of it. In my stories I have kidnapping and seduction. My Bigfoots love their women, though. They would never hurt them. They take care of their families.”—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“No. Sex turns me on. Women turn me on. Monster erotica can turn me on, but the monsters themselves are simply vehicles that I can use to explore and focus on a female character's physical and emotional reactions. I don't fantasize about being a dinosaur, for example, having my way with a human woman. I don't fantasize about being a human of any gender who's having sex with a dinosaur. But the character's mixture of reactions to the monster? That can be quite arousing.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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“If I could be any kind of monster in real life there's no question about what I'd choose. Vampires live forever, have cool powers, and exude dark sexuality. Sunlight is highly overrated”—<b>Bryce Calderwood</b></div>
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“I'd choose to be a dragon shifter because I love the idea of being big and strong, but also being able to fly. In one of my stories (Stepdragon), the main character can become invisible, as well. I think that would be an incredible power to have.”—<b>Sophie Stern</b></div>
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“A vampire. I think they are essentially monsters. I would love to live forever and be eternally youthful, as long as I had someone I trusted to invest my money. Lol! I would have fabulous houses all over the world.”—<b>Virginia Wade</b></div>
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“I think I'd have to pick Werewolf. They're generally endowed with high metabolism, inhumanly good health, and resistance to most forms of damage, and these days they typically get the choice of when to be a monster and when to be human. That'd be the ideal, having the best of both worlds. Or should that be the beast of both worlds? At the worst, it'd would only be inconvenient once per month.”—<b>Richard Bacula</b></div>
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</style>Angora Shadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04629699308402944931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235644797646985182.post-84151706734758056762018-08-13T00:29:00.000-07:002018-08-13T00:29:30.030-07:00Let's Get Personal: Summer Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6b3wHTbIBhoFHjidgZnwu8L6UNCx6HPTAQm3DMn1kjEfI99wKzXG4DZJ1ayrIIDUTYpECmX78GrI-FKnk6NNkxFQ3DXVXezTEWRrhd7Wkyg-YrthO-axYT4mZb4Az8tbg3IbAotlv_bw/s1600/IMG_7774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6b3wHTbIBhoFHjidgZnwu8L6UNCx6HPTAQm3DMn1kjEfI99wKzXG4DZJ1ayrIIDUTYpECmX78GrI-FKnk6NNkxFQ3DXVXezTEWRrhd7Wkyg-YrthO-axYT4mZb4Az8tbg3IbAotlv_bw/s320/IMG_7774.JPG" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy August everyone. You know it's August in Sheep Shit Nowhere, Europe, when the spiders are as big as your mouse rubber ducky. They come in search of an attractive female, only to have themselves murdered in the process of their mating rituals. This guy did find himself a female, but alas, he was let down... down the long drop of gravity when I chucked him out the second story window. I'm sure he'll try again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I keep trying, not with spiders, but with my goals. I began this year with both personal and professional goals, and then found myself in a total slump. Picture a very bored, lethargic writer, going out of her way to do anything but spank the muse. My muse needs this regularly to dose out the spells of inspiration. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was a writing machine from New Years (hello resolutions!) until about March when I began a physical change. I didn't feel good about the way I looked and fit inside my clothes. It's no fun to feel like your body has betrayed you. Over the slow course of a decade, I gained some unflattering kilos. So I put down my computer, and instead, began an intense cardio workout of kickboxing and running. I also changed my diet to exclude my daily dip into the Nutella jar with a spoon and my nightly half bottle of red wine. I literally melted. Lost 9 kilo and I feel better about myself. Not only that, but I'm a MILF, or at least I feel like one. And that was the point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But writing had the back burner. I didn't have an interest in putting down new words when I was so busy focusing on my personal goals. But now that I've met them, and I've learned how to maintain the body I want, I'm finding my way back to words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My professional goals are lining themselves up in a neat little row inside my head. I'm working on my bucket list. To me, Cleis Press is the place to be published in my chosen genre. If you can be published with them, it means a) you don't suck, b) ... see A. Publishing with Cleis is the affirmation I need to know I've made it as a serious writer. I'm currently waiting to hear back from 3 separate Cleis submission calls. My writing partners are optimistic. So am I. But if nothing happens with these, I intend to keep trying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Side note about writing partners: I love you. Like, literally love you. You guys are the awesome sauce on my hot fudge sunday, the cheese in my quesadilla, the cinnamon on my oatmeal. You do <i>so</i> much for me. I don't know many personal details about you guys, but it doesn't matter. I know your brains. You know mine. We have *Dramatic Music* --<i>a mind meld--</i> *Evil Laughter* I wouldn't have gotten this far without you. Kisses)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My efforts from earlier this year have been fruitful. Angora Shade will feature a brand new story with Bold Strokes Books in their upcoming Lesbian Travel Anthology releasing January 2019. My story takes place in Japan, where a young woman intends to prove to herself and her friends, that yes, she can be independent and travel the world alone. But the world is full of surprises, especially when she finds herself in the wrong taxi cab. Keep an eye out for this. Cover reveal and more details about this fantastic anthology will follow this fall.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My biggest news right now comes from connections with people. From the friends I've made online and the friends I have here in Sheep Shit Nowhere. Friends are important. They guide, support, and when they're true friends, fill your thirsty thoughts with more imagination than you ever thought possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was invited to participate in an upcoming anthology with some very talented authors. INVITED. Yeah. Their group discussed whom they'd like to take part, and a handful of people were chosen. Is there a greater form of flattery? I don't think so. Needless to say, I'm both intimated by the quality of writing and storytelling these other writers have, as well as excited to be included in something so marvelous. I hope I don't let them down. This has the feeling of something wondrous and important for the purpose of interlocking creativity and learning, improving my craft, and reaching new readers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But it hasn't stopped there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I told a few friends about this invitation and the premise behind the anthology over drinks and a BBQ. I confessed about what I love doing. We were up till 3 in the morning talking about it. Keep in mind, in Sheep Shit Nowhere, you don't go talking about sex the way you shoot the shit with your neighbor. But these friends ARE neighbors. Their kids go to school with my kids. We do the carpool thing. PTO. And I didn't get <i>you're a perv</i> looks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My news fascinated them. My friends are apparently, really fucking pervy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took them online and showed them, YES! Bigfoot erotica is a real thing. It became a running joke throughout our evening. And YES! They want me to write some bigfoot smut (which I've never read myself or intended to write, but hey, why not?). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I can make this dude sexy. Look at that body! Those pecs! That luscious, long hair. He'll smell like the musk of masculinity and pine, and fuck with the abandon we all want to feel, the true definition of <i>passion</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Their imaginations ran wild and helped me generate legit plots to test, enough to keep me busy for a very long time. They also want to read me. Google docs is gonna get a serious workout. Hopefully some vibrators will as well. Maybe they'll name their future babies Gora. That would be fun *HAH!*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't tell you how pleasant all of this has been. I'm not open with my true identity where my writing is concerned due to the negative stigma surrounding the erotic genre. And that's sad. My own mother won't speak to me about my "sex writing" and I've never dared share my "hobby" with my extended family for fear of full-blown rejection of me and mine. MINE. Isn't it horrid to think my grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. would stop speaking to me, and in addition, my kids, simply because I write erotica and erotic romance! But it's true. I honestly believe my worst case scenario would happen. Not everyone is open about sex. Not everyone can mutter "lesbian" or "bondage" without a shudder. Not everyone is open to discussion and acceptance of the very basic nature of what makes us human. I wish my family could embrace diversity--the great spectrum of sexual possibilities--and the writing I do, which makes me happy. It shouldn't matter how a person gets their jollies so long as they and their partner(s) are consenting and safe. And it shouldn't matter what a person reads so long as their mind is active and their thoughts entangled in a space where possibilities expand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But more of my friends know now. It's such a relief. I feel supported. I feel on top of the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I'm going to write today. I'm going to embrace what I love doing and keep doing it. I'm feeling successful despite not having the impressive catalogue I thought I'd have after 4 years of taking my craft seriously. I have false starts and stuff I chuck out the window because it's for sure as hell crap, but I also have masterpieces of my own thoughts, broadcast in a way that makes sense to me and what I believe is a good story. That's all the more I want.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9_8g5RK55_ID7DX4Rc2tJjKOgJx6YBrl9MRMjq0RXnMzg3evwkihWQe5WATv6kejYDAq74PFeU7PSZeL29I8wY4HTfv1GAmTkOcF9Vakq4VK0E3wJTF3l-VCK4AAUy0KgWU-vzV1ark/s1600/IMG_7780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9_8g5RK55_ID7DX4Rc2tJjKOgJx6YBrl9MRMjq0RXnMzg3evwkihWQe5WATv6kejYDAq74PFeU7PSZeL29I8wY4HTfv1GAmTkOcF9Vakq4VK0E3wJTF3l-VCK4AAUy0KgWU-vzV1ark/s320/IMG_7780.jpg" width="176" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And as long as we're on the page of getting personal... And smutty. Cause I'm working on not shying away from sex or smutty or pervy or unusual whateverness of art (and hopefully someday I won't shy away from the truth with my family). Because that's what I do in my writing: art. But I do lots of art unrelated to writing. So here's my latest. The result of light and shadow, wet and dry, and the possibilities and limitations of using an iPhone in the shower: Silhouette of a Woman. </span></div>
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Book 4 from the Dream Dominant Collection</div>
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Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker. Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet. But he’s Dominant. And no way is she submissive. Is it a missed connection? Or a divine appointment? </div>
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Scott Nielsen is ready for change. He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school. He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge. That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help. Her strength and independence intrigue Scott. A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive. </div>
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In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene. Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself. As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess. But Jackie’s been burned before. And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run. As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for. </div>
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Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life. Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul? </div>
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<b>Release Date: August 14, 2018 </b><b><br /></b><b><span style="text-align: start;">AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER for .99 cents: </span><a href="https://books2read.com/WarriorMine" style="text-align: start;">books2read.com/WarriorMine</a><span style="text-align: start;"> </span></b><b><br /></b><b>Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance </b><b><br /></b><b>Heat Level: Erotic </b></h3>
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Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag. “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.” His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.<br /><br />From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain. Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin. Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam. Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead. From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.<br /><br />Scott crooked a finger. “Come.”<br /><br />Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.<br /><br />“Do you know what this is?”<br /><br />She chewed her lower lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”<br /><br />“And?”<br /><br />Jackie flushed crimson. “It’s a sex swing?” She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.<br /><br />He nodded. “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.” He moved the lower strap behind her thighs. “Sit, Princess.”<br /><br />Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down. Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades. “Now lean back, Princess. I’ve got you.”<br /><br />Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life. With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead. He followed suit with her left hand.<br /><br />When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.<br /><br />“Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.<br /><br />Scott grinned. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”<br /><br />Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle. “It’s not so bad.”<br /><br />“Not so bad? I’d rather it was oh, so good.”<br /><br />As she swung around, she lost sight of him. When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.<br /><br />“Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations. We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”<br /><br />He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly. “Did you come up with your own safe words?”<br /><br />Her eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. I did.” She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish. Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.<br /><br />He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.<br /><br />“Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”<br /><br />Scott pursed his lips in amusement. “Earth, water, and fire. What about air?”<br /><br />As she spun, she shrugged. “Well, I only needed three, so…”<br /><br />“Earth is the same as green?”<br /><br />Jackie nodded. “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”<br /><br />“Obviously,” he smirked. “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you. Give me feedback.”<br /><br />“Earth.” She watched him carefully.<br /><br />“Earth it is.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.<br /><br />The next time he spoke, he sounded further away. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.” She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.<br /><br />“I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”<br /><br />Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way. When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.<br /><br />Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh. “All in good time, Princess. The King will feast, I promise.”<br /><br />When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle. With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right. She felt as though she were floating.<br /><br />Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle. “Oh, this is a naughty toy. Just what did you get up to with this?”<br /><br />Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged. “I, um…used it.”<br /><br />He whispered into her ear. “Yes, but how?”<br /><br />Oh. My. God. “I pressed it against myself.”<br /><br />“And where exactly did you press it?”<br /><br />Jackie cleared her throat. “I pressed it against my pussy.”<br /><br />“Your pussy. This glorious pussy right here?”<br /><br />She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex. “Yes.”<br /><br />She felt him stiffen. “Yes, what?”<br /><br />“Oh! Yes, Sire.”<br /><br />He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again. “How quickly we forget. Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”<br /><br />Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session. “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”<br /><br />Scott laughed out loud. “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.” He whispered, closer now. “Don’t worry Princess. I plan to wear you out tonight.”<br /><h2>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br />After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.<br /> <br /> Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?<br /> <br /> The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book. <br /><br /><b>Excerpt: </b><br /><br />I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before.<br /><br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear.<br /><br /> </span></div>
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