Monday, 29 April 2013

Donna George Storey

 (5 Tips for Writing Erotica They’ll Read Again and Again)

Many excellent writers have shared their writing tips already, and I endorse them all, but I wanted to mention a few personal guidelines I’ve developed over the years to take away the terror when I sit down to write a new story.

1.  Writing a story is like seducing a lover.  You want to intrigue, delight and ultimately move your reader so that she or he will want to come back to your imaginary world over and over again.  It’s a tall order, but the easiest way I’ve found to connect with my ideal reader is to write about what intrigues, fascinates and turns me on.  It doesn’t always have to be based on real experience.  I’ve discovered many new varieties of sexual pleasure in fantasy, and later in the flesh, through my explorations for a story.  However, unlike a lover, a reader can always tell when you’re faking it, so make sure you want to be there and enjoy.

2. When planning a seduction, you dress to look your best, turn on the charm, and give your partner your full attention.  How does this translate into a story?  Don’t stint on the planning phase.  Let the ideas simmer, play around with the plot and characters, let them take on a life of their own.  The “charm” is your willingness to make the scenes and all the senses come alive.  Paint a picture for your reader, but also write a symphony of language and cook up deliciously naughty scents and tastes.  Finally, a strong first line that grabs ‘em by the nose, quick and clever transitions, and a satisfying final line are the literary equivalents of courtesy to your “date.”

3.  Put your story to this test:  take way all the explicit sex and see what’s left over. If you still have a good story—even if it’s much shorter—then you’ve passed.  Besides lots of hot sex, a good erotic story always has an intriguing plot, characters with humanity, and descriptions throughout that are sensual in themselves.

4. Stories that yield more pleasure on the second, third or fourth reading require that many editorial passes times ten for the writer.  I believe a writer only deserves a reader’s attention when she puts her best efforts into shaping the plot, weaving a wonderful atmosphere, lighting a fire between (or among) the characters, and making each word work for its place in the story.  This never happens in a first draft.  Of course, first drafts require freedom and flow for the imagination, but after the shape of the story is set, put on your editor’s hat and earn the return!

5. Forget the orgasm.  Well, not completely, but in a partial departure from real-life dating, the build up to the climax matters more.  I barely remember the orgasms in my favorite erotic stories.  It’s the delicious path to ecstasy that I seek over and over again.  Story-wise, the climax is the significant change in the relationship of the characters—a moment which sometimes, but doesn’t always coincide with the orgasm.  I’ll admit that one of my biggest challenges is writing about the orgasmic experience in a fresh, realistic way.  Usually a few well-chosen sentences will get the job done, but they’re never the heart of the story.  After all, if you set up the mood right, the reader holds the ultimate pleasure in his own hand.

Happy writing!

Donna George Storey is the author of Amorous Woman (recently released as an ebook) and a new collection of short stories, Mammoth Presents the Best of Donna George Storey. Learn more about her work or

Thursday, 25 April 2013

The Jezebel by Saskia Walker

So what is the Taskill Witches series all about? These stories are erotic romances with a paranormal twist and they’re set in Scotland during the time of the witch trials. Each novel tells the story of one Taskill sibling, Jessie, Lennox, and Maisie. These three Scots were split up as children when their mother was put to death for practising witchcraft. As adults they are hiding their craft in a time when the witch hunts are still going on — although the series is set towards the end of this turbulent period in British history, when change is
imminent and the laws on “witchcraft” were about to be revoked.

What type of witches are they? We might call them Pagans, Wiccans or white witches. They consider themselves healers and gifted ones who practise ancient, magical ways. At the core of their craft is their
sexuality and the belief in the vitality and power that can be sourced through physical congress and love making. They are lusty, unashamed folk! During their tales, Jessie, Lennox, and Maisie are trying to find one another again, but it’s because of the lover they meet in their own story that they cross paths with their kin again.


Once ignited, a witch's carnal curiosity knows no bounds

On the run from her powerful benefactor whose unscrupulous interest in her magic has forced her to flee, Margaret Taskill has never needed a hero more. In order to gain passage from England to her homeland in Scotland, she plans to win over a rugged Scottish sea captain with the only currency she has: her virginity.

Maisie submits to Captain Roderick Cameron's raw sexuality in search of protection, but as their initial attraction grows into obsessive desire, devastating powers are unleashed within her. But the journey threatens to take a dangerous turn, forcing Maisie to keep close the secret truth about what she is, and keep the superstitious crew-unhappy at having a woman on board-at bay.

With Maisie's wealthy sponsor giving chase, Roderick must stay one step ahead of the British Navy before her seductive magic causes a full-scale mutiny. He may believe he has full command of his ship, but he's about to get much more than he bargained for.

To buy The Jezebel:

You can find out more about Saskia Walker and her writing at
THE HARLOT ~ February 2013. THE LIBERTINE ~ March 2013. THE JEZEBEL ~ April 2013.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Jean Roberta

 5 tips from author Jean Roberta:

 1) Keep a dream diary, or at least tune in to your own stream of consciousness once in awhile, and jot down what slides through your mind. The most random, seemingly inappropriate or irrational thoughts or images can be the seeds of a very interesting piece.

 2) Make time for writing. (This is easier said than done.) If necessary, put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door of your study or bedroom.

 3) Don't discard any piece of writing completely, but be willing to make big changes. If your novel, poem or story has been rejected a few times, consider ways to revise it. Something about that piece intrigued you in the first place. Try to find that core, and try to make it as clear as possible to your imaginary reader.

 4) Before defining yourself as strictly a poet, strictly a short-story writer, or strictly anything else, dabble in different genres. An idea that doesn't seem to gell in a work of fiction might work in a poem. A story full of dialogue could be turned into a play. An overly complicated, "plotty" short story might want to become a novel.
(Note: if you're an erotic writer who wants to be known as a strict Dominant, you might have found a useful sideline.)

 5) Don't try out your work-in-progress on relatives or close friends first. They are too involved in your life, and they will probably think the work is about them. Get feedback from people who know you as a writer.

Jean Roberta is the author of 'Something Natural' from Seriously Sexy, Vol 1. More of Jean Roberta's work can be found at

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Dragon Desire - Free for a limited time only

by Ashley Lister


Anyone who has seen my FaceBook or Twitter posts over the past few weeks will surely be aware that I've been promoting the Lisette Ashton title: Dragon Desire. 

Dragon Desire: The Quest for Satisfaction was released on November 22, 2012 and is currently being made available as a free download from Amazon by the publisher, HarperCollins.

In short, the story follows a seer, a charlatan and a mage  on their quest to secure the ultimate aphrodisiac and not even a dragon is going to come between them and their goal.

The book is available here in the UK and here in the US

These are the opening lines: 

“Dragon horn!” declared Robert of Moon Valley. He said the words the way a court conjurer might whisper voila before triumphantly unveiling the effects of his stage magicks. There was a broad grin across his handsome features. He brushed the fringe of sandy hair from his brow. His leer of devilish anticipation sparkled.
            “Dragon horn?”
Tavia and Caitrin asked the question in unison.
Tavia and Caitrin were twin daughters to Duncan, castellan of Blackheath. The young women were famed throughout the Ridings for their complementary beauty. Although their faces were identical, Tavia’s tresses were as fair as a unicorn’s pelt, whilst Caitrin’s locks were as dark as raven wings. Both women were of age, chaste and desired by every able man in the North Ridings.
Tavia took a wary step back toward the chamber door.
Caitrin made an eager step toward the crystal carafe. It stood surrounded by three silver goblets on a ceremonial tray beside the four-poster bed.
“Dragon horn?” Caitrin marvelled. “Are you serious? Where did you find it?”
“Are you tempted?” Robert asked. Casually, he toyed with the pendant that hung from a leather strap around his neck. It was a length of pitted iron, black age spots pock-marking the dull metal, the head fashioned to look like a demonic skull. The pendant was reminiscent of the sort of old and archaic key that might open a dungeon doorway.
“Dragon horn has been forbidden by the castellan,” Tavia whispered. “There shouldn’t be a drop of that stuff in the North Ridings. There certainly shouldn’t be any in Blackheath.”
“Is it true what it can do?” Caitrin’s eyes sparkled as she switched her gaze from Robert to the carafe. She was ignoring her sister, mesmerised by the temptation on offer. “Is everything I’ve heard about dragon horn true?”
“What have you heard?”
As he spoke he lifted the crystal carafe and splashed a gill of the golden liquid into each of the three waiting goblets. He didn’t need Caitrin to reiterate the legends that were associated with dragon horn. He knew all of them and had made up many more. Dragon horn was a legend amongst legends. Nevertheless, he longed to listen to her whisper all the salacious rumours about the reputed benefits of the drink. There were few things more arousing than the voice of a chaste woman talking about illicit sex.
“I’ve heard that the sight can melt the clothes from a maiden’s bosom,” Caitrin breathed. “I’ve heard the smell can wring woman’s oil from her petticoats. I’ve heard the taste can fire a princess with such a wanton lust she’d happily rut with slaves and stable lads.”
“Caitrin!” Tavia gasped. “Where have you heard such things?”
Caitrin wasn’t listening to her sister. She had taken a step closer to the goblet. Her nostrils flared as she drank deep lungfuls of air with the obvious hope of inhaling the drink’s forbidden aroma.
“I’ve heard that dragon horn can spark a fire within a woman’s nether regions,” she began. She swallowed, shook her head and began again. “I’ve heard that dragon horn can spark a fire within a woman’s nether regions that is so strong it could melt iron. I’ve heard it can spark a fire so constant it makes her thighs sweat rivers.”
“I’ve also heard that,” Robert admitted. He smiled knowingly and said, “I’ve seen that.”
She gave him a sideways glance. Her eyes had grown wide and the forget-me-not blue irises shone dully. “I’ve heard that a taste of dragon horn can harden a healthy man’s hardness and lengthen his longing.”
Robert laughed. He used the heel of one hand to rub at his hip. “I have also experienced that,” he agreed. “And it is a truly formidable sight.”
Caitrin stepped closer. Her fingers stretched out toward one of the three goblets. “I’ve heard that it heightens the pleasure of the flesh to a degree that makes every other pleasure seem as false and as flat as week-old beggar bread.”
“And I’ve heard that none of this is true,” Tavia sniffed.
Robert and Caitrin studied her in silence.
Caitrin’s fingers fell away from the goblet she had been about to take.
“I’ve heard that these rumours are nothing more than the lies of rogues and fairy-wing traders,” Tavia said tartly. “I’ve heard that the effects of dragon horn are only the self-fulfilling prophecies of idiots and the wilfully deluded.”
Caitrin looked set to respond but Robert silenced her by raising his hand.
Instead of arguing with Tavia he nodded agreement. “If that’s the case, would you care to take a sip?”
She stepped boldly up to him and snatched a goblet from the ceremonial tray.
Caitrin gasped.
“I’ll take more than a sip,” Tavia said. She swallowed the contents in one mouthful. Hurling the goblet to a corner of the room she said, “And I’ll now go and report to my father, the castellan, that you were trying to seduce his daughters with an outlawed drink.”
Robert of Moon Valley said nothing.
Caitrin reached out to grab her sister’s arm but Tavia was too quick for her. She was storming toward the doorway of the tower room with a determined stride.
“Tavia,” her sister called. “Please don’t be so hasty. Please wait.”
“The castellan is not known for his leniency toward lawbreakers,” Tavia said over her shoulder. “Branding? Imprisonment? Banishment? Hanging? Which do you think he will suggest for a man who tries to tempt his chaste daughters with the dubious promise of outlawed dragon horn?”
“Tavia,” Caitrin pleaded. “Don’t tell father. Please. For our sake. For the sake of the fiefdom and the riding. This could ruin our reputations. It could ruin everything.”
Tavia stopped.
She stopped as though the will to leave the room had suddenly been snatched from her body. She turned slowly to study Robert and Caitrin. There was an expression on her face that Caitrin had never seen before. Tavia studied Robert with a gaze that lingered between loathing and lust.
His wry smile broadened into something made smug with secret knowledge.
“Did you enjoy your drink?”
She rushed at him.
Pushing him backward toward the padding of the cushions on the four-poster, Tavia devoured Robert’s face with kisses that looked as carnal and avaricious as anything that could be witnessed in the North Riding’s bedrooms, brothels, or barnyards. She looked as though she was trying to drink the scent of sandalwood from his pores.
She tore at his clothes. 

If you do get a chance to download the title, and you enjoy this story, please leave a review on Amazon and tell others what you thought.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

James Wood - Paula's Place

James Wood: Author interview about Paula’s Place

Interviewer: Paula’s Place was a trilogy. Did you want to write something longer like this or did it just turn out that way?

James: Most of my stories up till now have been short scenes – a couple of days or hours in the lives of the characters. I wanted to give Paula more, to build her up, to give her a history and relatives – a past. Likewise for Max. I just felt that their attraction, their passion for each other, and

ultimately the sex that they enjoy together would be deeper and more intense if they were more rounded. That was the first reason it was longer – it needed to be.

There was a second reason too. Paula goes through a conversion of sorts. Seduction. Surrender. Submission. The titles were not idly chosen. At the start of the book Paula is woman who has not yet expressed or given liberty to her most intimate desires. Each book of the trilogy deals with a stage of Paula’s… I want to say ‘conversion’ but that is not it… her awakening?  She has finally met someone who ‘gets’ her, in more meanings than one. A trilogy was a natural fit.

“The Paula books are all written from her point of view. That is not a common writing structure in the erotica genre. Why did you choose to write that way, and were there any challenges?”

James: There certainly were challenges! I have been interested in varying the point of view for a while. Most books are written in 3rd party omniscient or semi-omniscient. All that means is that the reader gets to know more of what is going on than the characters do: how they feel, what they do when the other characters don’t see them. That sort of thing. That’s what most books do, and it works well most of the time.

What I found, and what interested me, was how the reader’s connection with the character alters when the point of view changes. That’s what I did in the Paula books. Those books are written by Paula – you don’t know any more than she knows. That makes it difficult. What does Max think of her?  Well, what the hell does Max think of her? I can’t tell the reader. The reader, and Paula, only get to find out by what he says or does when he is with her, or from what other people say to Paula. Fortunately, Paula and Max get quite a lot of personal time together to help her resolve that dilemma.

The important part for me is that I believe the reader gets to know Paula better because of how it was written – that first person point of view. Hopefully that makes for a more intimate experience for the reader.

It is not the first time I’ve changed point of view. In one of my earlier short stories, Shower Time (you can find it free in a lot of e-book outlets), the voice in the writing is the Dom talking directly to you, as if the reader were ‘his girl’ and being personally addressed.

“In Paula’s Place, Grand Falls appears again. Are all of your books set there, and if so, why?  Can you tell us if Grand Falls is a real town, and if so, how easy is it to move there?”

James: Yes. The books, all of them so far, are set in Grand Falls. I get asked about the town quite a bit. I’ve been lucky enough to travel through the provinces of Canada and a lot of the States, and I’ve found something in every one of them I love. Grand Falls is a bit of a blend, so no, it is not a town with a zip code and everything, but it is real nonetheless. Every street and bookshop and fence exists somewhere. And the characters with their prurient passions are reflective of our sexualized imaginings and desires – yours and mine. Well, I can’t really speak for you, but certainly mine!

I get questions about time period too. There are trains and cars, phones and the Internet, but I hear comments about Grand Falls feeling old-fashioned. I think this is true. There is a stylized set of dress, civility, and manners in Grand Falls that isn’t common any more – if it was ever the case. Picket fences and lemonade – men holding the door open for women. I enjoy that, and I like the apparent contrast with the depraved and erotic adventures that the residents get up to. Though, as we know, every age has had these impulses – dark passion is hardly original. Grand Falls is a bit of a Twilight Zone, but hopefully better for it. Moving there is easy enough – you just have to buy the book. ;-)

“Paula is a smart girl. Do you always use smart girls as your heroines? How do you pick your girls?”

James: Of course she is!  Yes, I like smart women. Smart is very sexy. I like her ‘knowing’ what it is she does. There is a part in the first book where she revisits sexual fantasies of her past. Part of what she likes she knows is ‘wrong,’ and that makes it all the more arousing for her. She may blush, but she can’t plead ignorance. Intelligent women make the most interesting characters. I’m getting excited just thinking about it!

“You are a male author in a genre dominated by women writers. Do you wonder why that should be? Does it come with its own set of challenges?”

James: I haven’t really thought about it much. I suppose that most stories are about women; we write about the heroines. And since most erotica readers are women, that connection makes sense to me. Yes, there is always a man in the book, or men, but the story is really about the women. Usually they are a lot more interesting! 

If I worry about anything in writing D/s as a man, it is that I’ll be taken for a sexist or a misogynist, a charge that I utterly reject. I’ve heard people say that since you write about spanking women or tying them up, or having them ‘give in’ to dominant men, then you are not a friend of women. I don’t agree at all. Paula, and all of my women characters, are strong, positive women. That they enjoy and indulge in sexual taboos I don’t believe belittles them. I feel they are treated with the greatest respect. They are empowered in their sexuality, however depraved or erotic. I care about them, and I like to think it shows.

“There is obviously a lot of hot D/s sex going on in the book, but did I detect a streak of romance?  Paula and her Dom, Max Broekner, are more than a one night stand. What do you think of the ‘Fifty Shades’ phenomenon and the romance/erotica cross-over?”

James: Well, that is a big question. I’m by no means an expert, but my understanding is that Romance as a genre has become a lot more graphic recently, and bondage or discipline has become more mainstream. Is that necessarily a bad thing? And is Fifty Shades the reason, or did it just touch on a latent need? I don’t know. I’m just happy to write about passions like Paula’s and Max’s, that are hot and stir your blood. And yes, there is a streak of romance amidst the turbid sex. That is part of it too. If you feel there is a connection between them, then what they get up to becomes that bit steamier. And what is erotica without steam?

“Max had some of your other books in his library. A book within a book. What was going on there?”

James: A shameless plug – cheap advertising! No, not really. Okay, a bit. You are talking about The Doctrine of Venus. There is a philosophy to D/s relationships upon which The Doctrine expounds that observant readers might link with Paula and her lover. They wouldn’t be wrong. The goings on in that curious house on Vale Street take a page out of that book.

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I am no longer the innocent girl; I am blissful, complete, and knowing.

This is Paula's story, an erotic bdsm romance trilogy. Seduction: A steamy, explicit erotic romance of sexual fantasies come real. Fate brings Paula back to her hometown, where she meets her dark handsome neighbour. Surrender: Paula is drawn into her lover's world of domination and submission, where sensation and lust commingle with intimacy and trust. As Paula surrenders her body to pleasure, she knows she is losing her heart. Submission: Paula struggles to reconcile her feelings with her concern that things are going too fast. As her slide towards bliss only gathers pace, how will their love affair end? Does she even have a choice, or is her submission complete?

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To buy Paula’s Place:
Paula’s Place is available as a trilogy of ebooks, or combined as a paperback. Part 1: Seduction is available as a free download from many major ebook retailers for curious readers who would like to sample the series.

Bio: British-born author James Wood spins sensuous taboo tales. Themes of domination and submission predominate – of hands on legs and garter straps and ladies bound in silk.

Honourable Mention in the Best Bondage Writer category from the 2012 Bondage Awards. 

Monday, 15 April 2013

Cheyenne Blue

 Cheyenne Blue’s Top Five Writing Tips
(or at least the ones that work for her)

1) Find a physical space that becomes your writing space. It can be your messy desk in the corner staring at a blank wall, your favorite cafĂ© that does great coffee, or a nook in the garden overlooking the roses. But it should be a place that when you’re there, you’re there to write.

2) Turn off the internet when you write. Yes, even your email. Otherwise, the need to know the plotline of that Dr Who episode from 1972 can become more important than words on the page.

3) Blocked? Oh yeah, baby, it happens. Don’t use writer’s block as an excuse.
Write through it. Refer to your notes and plod on, getting those words down. You can edit later. Often, simply getting the words down frees up your writing and you’re back on track. Dr Wicked’s Write or Die ( is my productivity tool of choice for this.

4) Don’t be precious about your writing. Accept that it’s not perfect, take feedback, particularly from editors. If you have a first reader or critique group that you trust, listen to them and take their suggestions on board. Don’t be the sort of writer who scares away honest critique by your reaction.

5) Edit. Edit. Editediteditedit. It’s important to leave enough time for this, especially if you have a looming deadline. Ideally, set your story aside for at least a week before your final edit. Otherwise, your brain sees what it expects to see, rather than what is actually there, and all sorts of errors can slip through. I find reading aloud helps too.

Over the past ten years Cheyenne Blue’s erotica has appeared in over 70 anthologies including Best Women's Erotica, Mammoth Best New Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Girl Crazy, Cowboy Lust and Girls Who Score. Visit her website at

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

For Her Pleasure

 by Kyoko Church

 Imagine an average guy with a wife, a job, average house, average car, average sex life… Well, not exactly. He has a secret he finds so embarrassing that he never talks to anyone about it. And then one day he meets her…
An architect chairs the newly formed Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee. When the consultant he hires to help him organize the new committee turns out to be a red haired bombshell, he tries to rein in his untoward thoughts.
But when she uncovers his embarrassing little secrets, this married man ends up in a relationship that’s so wrong on every level of his carefully put together life.
How long will he let his burning carnal desires threaten everything he’s worked so hard for?

From the book - 
When he got back to his office she was stretched out on the leather sofa beneath the large picture window that looked out high over the city. Her feet were up, Kate Spade heels on the floor. Again, those red toenails.
            He shut the door behind him.
            ‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I made myself comfortable while I was waiting. Been on my feet all day.’ The look she gave him then could only be described as imploring. Imploring in a way that sucked his gaze back to those gorgeous feet. An inexplicably helpless feeling bloomed in his chest.
            ‘Have a seat,’ she said, indicating the sofa beside her.
            He settled uncomfortably at the other end, not knowing where to look or how to position his body. She chuckled. ‘A little closer, silly,’ she said, lifting her foot up, offering it to him as he moved closer. He blushed but took it, gently. Her foot was surprisingly small and slender, the skin pale so the red toenails stood out sharply.
            His mind raced. Raced. Everything in his brain screamed how wrong this was, how they were the two people in the entire building most aware of the wrongness, charged as they were with informing the entire company on the intricacies of how wrong everything about a man touching a woman’s foot in a work setting was.
Especially when said man was pitching a tent in his pants.
But he absolutely could not stop. His dick screamed back at his brain to shut the fuck up, just shut up for once and let me have this one.
Well, what harm would a little consensual foot rub do? That was the key word, right? Consensual. He began to massage slowly.
            ‘Wait a second.’ He looked up. ‘Turn to me a little,’ she said. ‘That’s right. Now lift your knee up onto the couch.’ He did so and jumped as she placed her other foot gently but firmly against his crotch. ‘Keep rubbing,’ she commanded, gesturing at the foot in his hand. ‘I just want to make sure you’re not getting excited.’ Fire exploded in his face. He looked away from her, at her foot, then looked away from that.
She laughed. ‘It’s OK,’ she cooed. ‘I know you like my feet. And I do need a foot rub right now. So you rub my foot.’ He hesitated. ‘Do it,’ she said, not laughing now. ‘But I just need to make sure, you know, for legal reasons, that you’re not being a disgusting pervert and getting all excited about my pretty feet. I need to make sure this foot rub is just about you doing something I’ve asked you to do for me. Alright? For massage therapy purposes.’
How could he be so confused and at the same time his dick be growing? Did she mean it? Of course she didn’t, but he couldn’t be sure.
He rubbed, obediently trying to clear his mind, trying to think of anything but her slim foot in his hands. But there was also the pressure of her other foot against him. And then she started making little noises. Little whimpers, groans of pleasure. ‘Mmm, that’s right,’ she purred. ‘Ooo, right there, that feels so good.’  He was helpless. He sat helplessly rubbing her sexy foot while his cock grew with a mind of its own.
‘Oh my god, what is going on?’ She looked at him. ‘I can feel you, you know,’ she said, wiggling her toes against his stiffness, only worsening matters. ‘God, what horny little thoughts are going through your head? Was it the noises I was making?’ she chided. ‘I was only enjoying the foot rub! You weren’t thinking that’s what I sound like when I fuck, were you?’ Oh! To hear that word. To hear that word come out of her mouth. It hung in the air, like a spark, like an echo. A mere half hour ago she had been standing in the conference room lecturing on what constituted inappropriate language in the workplace! But he could not deny that he had never heard that word sound so fucking sexy ever before. A hard slap of a word and when she said it he immediately wanted nothing more than to do it. With her. Now.
He stared into his lap, unable to respond. ‘Well, if you are going to act like a horny, little dog, then that’s how I’m going to have to treat you.’
This is how it was that the chair of the sexual harassment committee of X Architects found himself on all fours on the floor in front of this goddess, pants around his knees, praying, hoping against hope that no one opened the door to his office that he didn’t think to lock, while he humped his straining shaft against her foot like some kind of human lap dog.
It was sheer and utter madness. And he was powerless against it.
Even though she didn’t make it easy for him, did things like swing her foot away, complain that he was going too fast, laugh, force him to keep all four limbs on the ground, to not use his hands, even still his little problem reared its ugly head.
He spurted, hips helplessly bucking, after two minutes.
Oh no.
Here it comes.
He knelt in front of her and braced himself. He steeled himself against the familiar onslaught of feeling – frustration, anger, shame – that always raged through him like a firestorm, burning through everything in its path. But instead of the usual reactions of disappointment, pity, anger or worse, the yawning silence, pregnant with judgments and unspoken resentment, there was something different.
Giggling. Like tinsel. Like glasses chinking together, crystal laughter.
‘My, my, my, we are the eager little beaver, aren’t we?’
Heat rose, he could hear the blood pump through the vessels in his head.
‘That’s OK, sweetie,’ she said and she leaned over, put her lips right next to his ear, so he could feel her breath on his skin. ‘Mistress has all sorts of ways of dealing with a horny little puppy like you,’ she whispered.
Oh fuck.
‘Starting with,’ she said, dipping her finger in the creamy mess on her foot, ‘rubbing your nose in it.’ She swiped her finger across the space between his nose and his upper lip. A moustache of his own shame. The sharp, acrid odour immediately brought a fresh jolt of humiliation. ‘You may not rub or wash that off,’ she announced. She took his chin with her fingers, stared right into his eyes. His heart pounded in terror. ‘You will wear your disgusting mess on your face. It will be there for all of the rest of your meetings today.’ Oh god. ‘And when you go home and kiss your wife.’ Oh god! ‘And when you put your head on your pillow tonight.’ She sighed then, closed those gorgeous eyes and smiled.  ‘When you have your shower tomorrow morning you may wash it off then.’ He realized then he wasn’t breathing and took in a gasping breath.
And suddenly he realized something else. Something astounding.
He was hard again. Harder than he had been the first time.
There was shame. But no anger. There was humiliation. But no frustration.
Pure humiliation. Not blazing, like the white hot heat of the firestorm of his secret torment, but rolling in slowly, like molasses, covering him, turning his insides liquid, enveloping him in a mass of humility, shrinking him down, making him want to place his hard, needy little cock before her in an act of complete submission.
And what she did then made it throb and ache even more.
She leaned in and placed the smallest little kiss with her full, soft, pouty red lips right on the tip of his nose. Like the period at the end of a sentence.
There it was. Just like that. Turned a hair to the left. His torment died.
His kink was born.

Kyoko Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was impressed. When he found it, father was not. For the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame. Until she found a community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace, Xcite Books, HarperCollins Mischief Books soon with Sweetmeats Press. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure was published by HarperCollins Mischief in February 2013.
A Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.

Kyoko Church's books can be found on the following pages:

Monday, 8 April 2013

Vicky Ellis

 Five tips from Vicky Ellis: 

1) Pleasure yourself. This is important for both erotic and non-erotic writing. If a story begins to feel like a ball and chain that will come across. Sure, writing is hard work but there's a real joy in the inventive process so make the most of it.

2) Find the right pace. The best piece of advice I heard (from Dominic Kelly, storyteller extraordinaire) was that there are three speeds to a story:
     Action is fast forward
     Dialogue is real time
     Description is a pause
Too much of any one aspect creates an imbalance. You can use these speeds to create tension or allow the reader to rest after a dramatic sequence.

3) Concrete isn't only for lovers of 1970s architecture. Ditch the vague abstraction and give your readers tangible descriptions. Figurative language is your friend:

She followed him
Like a starving wolf
Following a stag too strong to be tackled

From Tales from Ovid by Ted Hughes

4) Be cruel to be kind. As in real life, antagonism is the bedrock of a good story, hence the title 'antagonist' with its etymology in the word 'struggle'. Pain is pleasure where the reader is concerned.

5) Make sure the editing process includes reading your work out loud at least three times. Clumsy dialogue and prose alike can be picked up much more easily when verbalised.

Vicky Ellis is the author of many pieces of fiction and poetry including What I have Learnt about KissingMore of Vicky's work can be found by visiting:

Monday, 1 April 2013

Anneke Jacob

 Five tips from Anneke Jacob: 

1)    Develop complex characters.  Cardboard-cutout protagonists are all too common, particularly in erotic fiction.    They may be great fantasy fodder, but they won’t engage your readers.  Real people have interests, blind spots, quirks, habits, strengths and vulnerabilities. Personalities, in other words. They also have pasts, families and friends.  And most of all, a sense of humour, if you want anyone to like them. 

None of this needs to be dumped in the reader’s lap in the first two pages.  Some of these traits will emerge and even evolve throughout the book, giving the reader a sense of discovery along the way.  Some will be mentioned only in passing, or never mentioned at all.  But they’ll help you know the person you’re writing about.

The old “show, don’t tell” advice goes double when it comes to your characters.  Are they tense?  Show their hands fiddling with something, or their knee jiggling.  Are they clever?  Show them solving a problem.  Don’t just inform me that they have a genius IQ; show them acting like it or I won’t believe you.

2)    Small bits of description go a long way.  Set the scene with brief touches of the brush – a colour here, a smell there, enough to make the reader’s experience three dimensional and sensory.  In the meantime, get on with your story. This is, after all, how we experience the world – as a shifting mix of action, emotion, thought and perception.  Good writing brings all these into play for the reader, without interfering with the story’s flow or stopping the action.

3)    Listen to how real people talk, and reflect that in your writing.  Cheesy dialogue is the bĂȘte noir of badly-written erotica, and the quickest way to make a reader drop your book in the trash. Throw out that oh-so-sexy fantasy dialogue you’ve been imagining since you were twelve.  Write something fresh, something from your adult brain.  Something your very genuine characters would actually say as they hone in on each others’ naughty bits.

And when you tell us who is talking, stick mostly to “he said” or “she said.”  If you are tempted to include “he said seductively” or “she said teasingly,” reconsider.  Instead, tell us what his voice sounds like.  Does it drop a note or two?  Is it smoky, like good whiskey?  Can she feel it, burning its way down her body?

4)    Learn what to leave out.  I can’t emphasize this enough. For instance, transitions.  Decide how to get your characters from here to there, your story from points A to  F without being dragged laboriously via points B through boring E.  If your hero shows up at work without any mention of the car ride that got him there, rest assured that your readers will figure it out.

Go over your writing to see what else you can leave out.  Repetition, redundancies, unnecessary adverbs?  Delete them all.  Leave some gaps that will allow your readers to guess a little, to puzzle over ambiguities or wonder at motives. The more they do this, the more they will be engaged. 

5)    Read.  This is most important of all.  Read your favourite books again and again.  Look beyond the plot; there’s far more to a good story than “what happens.”  Explore the mechanics, the structure, pacing, language and flow.  Figure out what makes the book work for you as a reader.  Are the techniques ones you can imitate?  Does the writer grapple with similar writing problems to your own, and if so, how do they solve them? 

And reading books on how to write doesn’t hurt either.  In fact, it helps a lot.

Anneke Jacob is the author of many pieces of fiction including As She's ToldMore of Anneke's work can be found by visiting: