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Molly’s Cherry is Popped!

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Molly’s Cherry is Popped!

My very first short story has been released in an anthology from Hot Ink Press.  Les Vaporistes is a steampunk themed erotic anthology featuring twelve erotic shorts and three erotic art pieces.  I’m going to talk about my very short, but sexy contribution, Blowing Off Steam.   The cover to your left is the one I had created for personal use to show off what I envision my characters to look like. It’s the story of an airship captain, Jessamine, who is searching for a way to get a little satisfaction.  Jessamine can’t involve herself with the crew so she enlists the services of a professional.  Blowing Off Steam is going to be part of a bigger series featuring Jessamine’s adventures.  I certainly hope that you enjoy reading about her! You can purchase the anthology on Amazon. Leave a comment and I will give an Amazon copy of the anthology to one  lucky...

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Lock and Key (Erotic Flash Fiction)

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Lock and Key (Erotic Flash Fiction)

Marielle stands at the edge of the room, her heart rate elevated and her breathing heavy. She’s never been to a party like this before. Too shy to approach anyone, she lingers on the periphery of the ballroom, fidgeting with a silk ribbon tied around her right wrist, a small metal padlock fixed to it. Somewhere in this sea of people, a beautiful stranger with a key is waiting to claim her. Could it be the brunette over by the bar? The redhead reapplying her makeup in front of a full-length mirror at the head of the room? Or … she meets the gaze of a blonde on the other side of the dance floor and her breath catches in her throat. She’s gorgeous.   As if reading her mind, a smile twitches at the blonde’s lips and she cuts through the jostling throng of horny, half-drunk women, striding up to Marielle with a purpose. In black bootcut slacks and a white tank top, she’s elegant in a simple, unfussed way. No flounces or false airs. “First time?” she asks, her voice raised to be heard above the music.   Marielle nods, blushing, her inexperience apparent. She spies a silk ribbon identical to her own tied around the blonde’s right wrist, only hers has no padlock. Instead, a key. Before she knows what’s happening, the blonde’s hand is around her wrist, the key in the lock, and … pop!   Grinning broadly, the confident blonde leans close, her breath hot on Marielle’s neck. “I knew you were the one.” She takes Marielle by the hand and leads her to a table by the ballroom entrance, presenting the opened padlock to the event organizer in exchange for a keycard to one of the hotel’s most expensive suites.   Marielle’s cunt pulses expectantly as they ditch the ballroom and find an elevator, other people spilling in behind them. Tucked into a corner, the blonde sweeps her hands around Marielle’s waist and pulls her backwards into an embrace, eliciting a small gasp. A second later, Marielle stifles a whimper as she feels a hand work its way under her dress, reaching between her legs. Long, slender fingers explore her slick flesh, teasing her swollen clit, probing between her labia. Unable to keep herself upright, Marielle leans into the blonde’s shoulder, her breathing ragged. On the cusp of an orgasm, she begins to squirm, and then … the doors open and the hand slips away. Now, she whimpers. Pure disappointment.   Giddy with arousal, her panties drenched, she follows the blonde down the hallway to their room, ready to be fucked. Equally needy, the sex hungry stranger wastes no time resuming her ministrations. Once inside, she shoves Marielle against a wall and dives a hand back inside her underwear, penetrating her in one swift thrust. It’s exquisite. Clinging to the blonde’s neck, Marielle mewls and trembles, her cunt frigged furiously by two skilled fingers, plunging hard and deep until her climax erupts, her body convulsing around the digits hilted within her.   There’s no doubt about it. This was her first lock and key party, but it won’t be her last …   Written by Keira Michelle...

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5 Things New Writers Need to Do

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Writers new to this publishing gig face a daunting cliff face of conflicting information, advice and options. And while it may seem overwhelming and needlessly complicated, it’s actually quite simple. 1) Write the best book you can. When you are sure you’ve put forth your best effort (it’s not, but belief runs hot at this point), then have it beta’d—make sure at least one beta does not read in that genre. Your mom or sister or office co-worker are probably not good choices. Join writing groups, go on Face Book, drag total strangers into dank alleys and hold them hostage for a fair and honest… Oh wait, that’s for reviews, nevermind… Once it’s been through the beta reader meatgrinder and you’ve corrected bugaboos they’ve caught, then have that tome professionally edited: a full content edit is not cheap, but you are worth it, aren’t you? An editor catches continuity problems, POV challenges, narrative missteps—there’s a plot here somewhere, right, someone … anyone?—along with grammar, tense and punctuation issues. An editor is an investment in your future as a writer: choose wisely, get a sample edit before proceeding. An editor is a member of your writing team, your coach and often your biggest supporter. Once you’ve whipped that book into shape, hire someone to do an eye-catching cover if you are going indie.   Learn how to properly format for each eBook platform. If that’s outside your comfort zone, there are editors and services who will do it for a reasonable fee. Just remember, your book is a product offered for sale. Readers dipping into their disposable income to buy your book over the millions of others available deserve the highest quality product you can produce. 2) Build a platform I do not recommend a shotgun blast. If you *like* to blog and you have interests other than writing, good. It you can craft good tweets, excellent. If you have a FB presence that allows people to *communicate*, *interact*, *share* and *support* others, very nice. Find one or two things you LIKE and have TIME to do.   3) Be prepared for a long haul, minimum of three years (if you are serious about the process) 4) And this is the most important: HONE YOUR CRAFT… How? Simple: write the next book. And then the next. And the one after that. You *will* make mistakes, you *will* experiment, you *will* fail but you *will* learn. and finally… 5) Be professional. This is your job. Do not whine, complain, trash other writers, bemoan the sad state of your life, your # of FB likes, your novel rank or lack thereof. If you are a professional, you *will* find mentors, you will find *fans*. Give back. Share. And go write the next...

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Tour Du Menage! 3 Authors, 3 Books from Pen and Kink

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Tour Du Menage! 3 Authors, 3 Books from Pen and Kink

Welcome to Pen and Kink’s first event!  We hope you are excited as we are to bring you premier, high quality erotica at Indie Prices.  Below you’ll find information about all three books and a great giveaway, put together especially for you.  First a little about Pen and Kink! About Pen and Kink! We are a committed writer collective focused on promoting quality erotica of all predilections, from steamy romance to the more transgressive and taboo topics and everything in-between. At Pen & Kink you will find books you can trust will be of the highest quality that contain so much heat your ereader might just melt in your hands. Check us out at Pen and Kink and follow along, we promise, it’s going to be one hell of a ride. About the Books Renovating A Heart by Deanndra Hall In the next installment in the Love Under Construction series, it’s the story of two people with backgrounds so sad and difficult that it’s unlikely they can move past them. But when pasts become the present and threaten a life, can they put aside their fears in order to survive? Revisit Louisville, Kentucky, and the friends and members of the Walters family. You’ve watch Nikki and Tony fall in love, and seen Vic and Laura face their demons while coming together forever. See what’ next – join us on May 19th and see if Steve McCoy can find a way to heal while Kelly Markham asks for what she needs and gets a lot more. Enjoy! RUN by River Harlequinn Abused, neglected and the absolute bottom of the pile, the runt of her family, even below her half-breed father, Lea suddenly discovers she’s to be given in marriage to a werewolf family from her mother’s home town. But she hasn’t even managed to turn for the first time yet, and if she doesn’t, they’ll slaughter her.Her father can’t oppose the marriage, but he can give his daughter a fighting chance, and forces her mother to take her home for the fire ritual at Beltaine.  If she manages to turn then, perhaps she will survive and claim what’s rightfully hers.  All she wants to do is run….. Buy it now at http://riverharlequinn.com/buy-run Protecting Portia by Pavarti K Tyler Jackson Grady met the love of his life. Unfortunately, he was running drugs for a pimp named Sasha at the time, who asked him to keep an eye on their new acquisition from Russia, the bedraggled beauty named Portia. She touched his heart and forced him to confront the kind of man he’d become. Now, Portia and Jackson both work at The Sugar House. He continuously looks out for her, and longs for her with his every breath, but knows he is unworthy of such an angel. What will Portia do to win not only the heart, but also the body, of the man she loves? Welcome to the world of The Sugar House, and the men and women who will fulfill your every fantasy. But can they find a way to fulfill their own? About the Giveaway! And now for the part you’ve all been waiting for!  Our fabulous giveaway, remember though, this is for our 18 and over readers ONLY.  Prizes will NOT be sent to you if we discover you are under 18...

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The White Room: The Color of Bullying

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The White Room: The Color of Bullying

What is the color of cruelty? Is there a hue to spite? Has unkindness a flavor, an aura? Bullying is more than hits to the psyche, far more than pricks to fragile egos. It is abuse, at a systemic level that touches on the metaphysical. Bullying has a physicality that is difficult to explain, it’s a crushing weight, an affirmation of being unworthy. It informs the unfinished clay of maturation, easing in distortions and untruths and dislocations that allow slippage along fault lines whose stresses build and build and build until nothing, and no one, can gainsay the pressure. Bullying builds on a foundation of dysfunction, on differences, on power … on who has it and who doesn’t. It creates helplessness where none exists, it is leadership through vindictiveness, enabling and propagating a culture of exclusion. It is class warfare on a primal level we can barely fathom as adults. It is like being locked in a white room with no exit, no windows, no doors, suspended in an eternity of agony.  I know this. I was bullied, mercilessly, in a time when it was an acceptable rite of passage, its delivery unsophisticated by today’s standards, yet just as crushing, as damaging as anything inflicted by the herd dynamics of modern techno-bullies. The note was passed, hand-to-hand, on the offside of the line of desks, the teacher cater-corner to the rows, under the tall windows with the late sun slanting in. Soft titterings wavered in the still air, heads dutifully bent over the assignment, a simple number substitution, so easy as to be of no consequence. My penance was patience. I’d completed all the end-of-chapter assignments within three weeks so I sat with hands folded, staring out the window, daydreaming. As long as I did nothing to disrupt whatever the teacher did during those quiet times, he cared little. He knew about the note, his eyes betraying his interest. It’s odd what you remember … not her name, but her long blond hair, dazzling in curls and barrettes, swishing side-to-side in front of me. Glancing back she smirked and handed the scrap of paper into my willing hands, a link in a chain gang of mischief. I passed it on the boy behind me. We were stacked by height, short to tall, bodies shuffled to distribute the troublemakers evenly about the room, as if that dissemination of evil would even remotely impede its execution. Even today I feel the twitch of muscle, his forefinger jamming my shoulder, the paper fluttering by my elbow. It was for me. At fourteen tears come easily. But not when every head in the room turns, when every eye glints with impatience to see a reaction.  They shut me in that white room, the glare of spotlights illuminating every deficiency, real and imagined. I colored those walls with the crimson haze of rage, the amethyst of despair, the ginger of madness and the saccharine pale hues of becoming. I survived. If I’d chosen the way of so many other young men and women subjected to this form of social torture, I would not have been missed. I’d already been judged and found wanting. Because, back then, no one spoke for the helpless, no one stood for them. But it doesn’t have to be that...

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Can Erotica be more than just Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am?

Posted by on 11:57 am in Featured, Genre, Writing tips | 2 comments

Can Erotica be more than just Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am?

When I write, I’m always asking myself, what’s the value of this work.  To entertain, sure, but beyond that.  There’s a lot out there that entertains and it doesn’t require deeper meaning.  Hey, I love the Sookie Stackhouse books as much as the next girl, I’m not knocking entertainment.  But as Peter Parker’s Uncle said, with great power comes great responsibility and if I have the opportunity to shine a light on a social issue while still providing entertainment and loin tingling content, I’m going to do it. Sometimes the value is veiled.  A lot of erotica does this with subtle commentary on the gendered social system we live in.  Power, sexuality and gender assumptions are almost always at the forefront of erotica.  And with the more transgressive titles our assumptions about ourselves and values may be tested.  But erotica is also one of the venues which can be used to make a commentary on a social issue. Sex is inherently tied to power, and one of the most effective ways to battle a gendered society is for the non-dominate gender to take control of their sexuality.  Why do you think women were diagnosed as “suffering” from things like hysteria?  A woman in full control of her sexuality had no place in a society where there was a set assumption about her role.  Hence the days of ice bath treatments, forced hysterectomies and other medical atrocities. There was a time when a woman could be committed to an asylum, potentially for life, for sexual deviancy, be it homosexuality or an over active drive. Even the term “frigid” is an attack on a woman’s role based on her interest in sex. One of my favorite books dealing with this issue actually isn’t erotica at all.  It’s The Final Confession of Mabel Stark: A Novel by Robert Hough.  It outlines the life of a woman who isn’t confined by the restrictive American sexuality of her time.  Interestingly, she’s first victimized for refusing to comply with her husband’s sexual request and sent to an asylum, only to go on and discover her own healthy interest in sex. As writers of erotica, we are contributing the to body of work that asks these questions, we don’t even have to utter them for our rebellion to be active.  But in erotica, there’s also room to discuss these things directly and bring in questions beyond those right in front of us.  In my upcoming novel Protecting Portia, I discuss interracial relationships, sex trafficking, addiction and PTSD on a vet who served in Afghanistan.  I do all that and if I do way so myself it’s pretty damn hot. I have the opportunity to discuss these things in the guise of entertainment, without becoming a dark and depressing novel. And the reason I can do this is because erotica holds to no restrictions of genre, topic or...

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“Z” is for Zenith

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“Z” is for Zenith

I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember. There was never a time when I didn’t, when it wasn’t in the back of my mind somewhere. And now the opportunity has presented itself, courtesy of Averitt. God and goddess help me, I do not deserve that man. When the door closes, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The feel of the satin cord around my wrist is almost more than I can bear, its sensuous embrace a joy against my skin. Averitt whispers, “Be still, my girl,” and I stretch before finally relaxing into the position. His hand comes down sharp on my ass, a firm smack that has tears pooling in my eyes. My breath hitches in my throat with the sharp pinch and twist of both of my rigid nipples, and I watch Enoch’s gorgeous but devious smile as he gauges my reaction. After two more twists and a hard, hard pull of both peaks, the bejeweled clamps bite into my stiff flesh and I let my deep intake of air out in a prolonged hiss. “Good girl, Zee. They’re beautiful.” He uses his index fingers and thumps the grips hanging down from the clamps, and I almost squeal with the deliciousness of the pain. There’s movement around me, but the room is darkened, lit only by three or four scented candles, their aroma nowhere near as heady as that of the men. The space has that dark, earthy fragrance of frankincense and myrrh, ancient and warm and exotic. As I lie there on my side, I feel hands on my shoulders, their fingers trailing down my back until they dig into my hips. Averitt’s breath is warm in my ear as he moans, “My girl, do you know how long we’ve waited for this? For the right woman, the one we wanted, needed, desired? We ache for you, throb for you. Do you want to know how much? Are you ready, Zee? Really ready?” I moan out loud as his hands wrap around me and find my sweet spot wet, ready, and waiting. I feel the head of his mighty cock pressing against my rosette. “Open for me, my flower. Open up.” Before the words die in the air, he pinches my clit – hard. I shriek and then groan as he opens my channel wide, the stretch and burn overwhelming me. At the second resistance, he pinches again and pushes himself home deep inside me. His hands travel back up from their current object of interest, wandering up my ribcage to find their place at the clamps, where he twists them to each side and I shriek with the delight of the agony. Strong hands grip my hips from the front and I open my eyes to look into Enoch’s deep brown ones. “This is it, Zee. We’ve wanted it so much, waited for so long. It’s finally here. Are you ready, my morning star? Do you want this too?” “Oh, god, yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes. Please, Enoch, please? Now, please?” I hear myself begging, pleading, in a way I never have before. I’ve often begged Averitt to fuck me harder, faster, deeper, longer, but this is different. There’s an element of uncertainty here that has me wondering if...

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Y is for YA: Sense and Sensuality

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Y is for YA: Sense and Sensuality

The Young Adult genre has recently achieved validation above and beyond the rather clumsy and gratuitous posturing of the lovesick Bella that invoked hordes of fans to choose sides and cast away all notions of credibility as angst and self-absorption reached staggering new heights. What, you aren’t a fan? Didn’t say that… Team Jacob. [Don’t judge me.] From wildly dystopian futures or alt histories, to coming-of-age, to the paranormal and dark urban fantasies, YA today takes us truly where no one has gone before. Its themes are often darkly ominous, dealing with issues like drugs, bullying, divorce, date rape, coming out … or worse. YA often pulls no punches. The Hunger Games sacrifices children on the altar of stability, and those who survive don’t necessarily triumph. Too often, the genre falls into the traps of tropes: the outsider befriended, the invariably female protagonist(s), instant love, the quirky best bud, love triangles, teen lives lived in a parentless vacuum… And while romance, love and insta-love figure prominently, often it’s devoid of believable emotional content: there’s an over-riding element of self-absorption which is to be expected when a neophyte struggles with that sense of becoming, a coming-of-age without safety nets and clear boundaries. With no frame of reference, the choices can and do devolve into all-or-nothing. The New Adult genre takes these tropes an additional step: into stark sexuality and graphic language—as if a switch is thrown and suddenly what had been vague and unformed suddenly achieves harsh clarity. Much of the NA I’ve looked at reads like Tourettes on speed, the dialog strident, in-your-face, the sex frequent, frenetic and nearly out of control. The NA genre has many detractors, for a lot of good reasons: Why I Hate the Genre Term “New Adult” focuses on the isolation and ageism inherent in this genre. The Problem with New Adult Books pins this genre with an unflattering “childish” sobriquet, calling it reductive, off-putting and a huge step backwards in the evolution of reading maturity. Why I Dislike the New Adult Genre has a nifty chart/graph that summarizes all the ways you might conjure for not liking/approving this “marketing ploy”: Back to that pulling-no-punches: what about sex in YA novels? The question is often asked: how much is too much? Sarah Alderson examines this issue here: Writing Sex in Young Adult Fiction: How Much Is Too Much? For her, and her editor, it begins and ends with the kiss. She (and said editor) also admit that it’s not a hard and fast rule, that if it serves the story then it is incumbent on the author to “…emphasise (sic) how important it is to be honest, to be sober and to be in a committed respectful and loving relationship before you take the leap. Why? Because that’s the way it should be. Am I a hopeless romantic? Yes. Of course. But I want girls to read my books and decide that they are in control of their bodies and of their decision-making.” For me, that clearly puts the author in the role of in loco parentis—neither a good, nor a bad thing, but not a role I would be comfortable assuming. For one thing, it imposes standards of behavior that may run counter to the characters. That mindset allows for children to die...

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X is for Xenophobia and other biasses #atozchallenge

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X is for Xenophobia and other biasses #atozchallenge

Biasses.  You gotta love them.  And it all comes down to one person deciding another person’s choices are distasteful to them, and that they need to be punished somehow for it.  And then it turns into people saying that something shouldn’t be, and you know, that’s the point where lives are destroyed.  And I’m not saying you’re not entitled to an opinion, but y’know, being nasty to someone for even their race is something that really needs to stop.  We’re all human, dammit, we need to get along! The problem with bias, especially when it comes to sexual orientation, skin colour or choice of sexual proclivity, is that it takes what should be a loving and consenting issue between only those involved to something that can literally destroy families.  One of the worst slurs I hear is when someone decides, simply by looking at them, what they ‘are’.  I hate it when it happens in books, and I hate it even more when someone does it while I’m with them, online or in public. The thing is, orientation, sexual preference, the size of a guys penis, or a girl’s breasts doesn’t make them a better or worse person, any more than changing our hair colour, talking about our love of One Direction (seriously though, if you like One Direction….) or anything else.  It’s not our choice of lifestyle that makes us ‘good’ or ‘bad’.  It’s who we are to others.  How we care for those around us.  How we treat those who are our charges. So, instead of judging someone by their ‘cover’ or theirw blurb, sit down with them and grab a chapter of who they are.  Be a better person. Originally found HERE, via...

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Writer’s Block – Ways to Beat It #AtoZChallenge

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Writer’s Block – Ways to Beat It #AtoZChallenge

Writer’s block happens to everyone. From third graders and their book reports, journalists, college students and especially authors who are writing on deadlines. Erotica and romance writers have a particular corner in this little conundrum because their whole story is based on feelings, emotions and getting your readers to react to what you are writing. Writer’s block is generally caused by conflicted feelings. What we are producing is held up to the highest of standards, ours. On top of this is the pressure of a deadline. Writers are artists and as artists many of us tend to be led by our emotions. Before you start throwing things at me, I am not generalizing because I know there are plenty who are extremely organized and who are able to compartmentalize the outside influencers and get down to the root of things, writing. You are not only your biggest critic you are also your worst enemy. Generally writer’s tend to employ weak strategies: Over thinking things: We try phrases and strategies over and over and repeat the process. Because we are already under stress and our short term memory is limited this ends up with a product full of repeated mistakes of poorly written phrases. Want to prevent this happening? Try to make a list! There are only so many times you can use taste, lick and thrust.. wait don’t use thrust please! Perfectionism: Sorry my friends this is not going to happen. One of the great tools of NaNoWriMo is it teaches you to write and not worry about editing! Write it out, write from the heart but don’t wait for inspiration… oh yes the next weak tool! Waiting for Inspiration: Hey, it can work sometimes but other times it can be like waiting for it to snow for a white Christmas in Arizona; a very slim chance in hell Arizona. I have watched many friends get stuck because they are just not in the zone. We as erotica writers cannot just grab the closest hot body and get some inspriation out of the hot steamy flesh. Feeling sexy is going to happen when it happens and it is a challenge, especially for newbie authors. Those of us who write BDSM based pieces often come up with something we are ashamed of because it just does not ring true. Many times these are the ones that sell the best because these “scenes” are more palitable to the vanilla folks. But I digress. As is with subspace, writing zones need to be kept sacred. Strong Strategies Your space: Make sure your space is calm, set with the items you need to keep the flow. Whether it is coffee, candy bowl with treats, sandwiches already made in the fridge, pizza on speed dial or Enigma playlist in the background. Keep it organized and clean so you can focus on your task. Freewriting and Note Taking: Carry a notebook to freewrite and jot down notes. Wake up and write down a scene, don’t worry about writing a chapter worry about getting something down. I have piles of notebooks as do many of the Pen and Kink writers (you should see Kai’s!). These are essential, you never know when you will re-read these and find the next book’s inspiration! Brainstorm: This is like freewriting...

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