posted in Blog | Tagged: flash fiction, free read, Silver Flash, Wank Wednesday, Word
Hello everyone! My flash fiction took a different turn today and it might not be quite what you expect. I hope you enjoy it though! Today’s Wank Wednesday prompt is #word and the Silver Flash prompt is “Any minute now…”
She sees the world a different way
Adjectives, verbs and nouns.
She doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just how it happens. Don’t be upset but if she over hears your next conversation it may very well end up in one of her books. She’s an author you see but not just any author. No, oh no, the genre she writes in is quite exciting. So your mundane conversation about the price of cucumbers could take on quite the erotic turn in her hands.
She writes smut, filth, titillation or erotica depending on which definition you like best. She enjoys it, she’s good at it, but don’t tell her I said that or she’ll get a big head. And every word she writes just takes on a sexy side. She’s tried to wrote other things it’s just that she can’t leave the damn bedroom door shut. No, her characters go at it everywhere. In the living room, in the kitchen, in the garden or even in the park or on public transport.
Randy buggers.
But she’ll tell you why her words turn to smut when written on the page. It’s because sex is primal and raw. It strips that person naked. Yes, yes, literally naked is usually the thing, though she writes a clothed fuck scene well too but no, she means something on a far more subtle level than that. It’s a mental, physical and spiritual thing. When people fuck they bare their souls or spend a lot of time trying to cover that vulnerability up. Something that could take chapters to unearth and find out in another kind of story can be exposed in a few sentences when love making comes into play.
Any minute now you’re going to ask The Question, I know you are. You’re going to ask if all her stories are based on real life experiences. It’s not something you’d ask a fantasy or crime novelist but no, someone who writes about kinky sex has obviously done every trick in the books. Whips, chains, the lot.
Not so. Like every author she waves words around her personal experiences. A little of her and her experiences bleeds into every piece but that does not mean she’s tried every sexual act in the book. She’s thought of them, tried others the fun comes when you try to work out which is which. Her mind is constantly bubbling. It’s quite amazing really.
She might look into your eyes and steal their unique gaze or shake your hand and appreciate it’s heft and borrow it for her latest creation. As an author she’s a little bit of an igor. She stitches together bits of people, left overs and fleeting impressions to make a new, unique being. One she falls in love with. She falls in love constantly. Each time a new document opens it is the start of her infatuation. The crush moves on to lust, the lust moves into love and is often broken. Her heart torn in two with every syllable typed.
The joy she finds is in the happy ending. She’s a romantic at heart and she makes sure that the guy gets the girl and vice versa in all her works. It makes her smile, satisfies her aching need. And then, when they are satisfied she moves on to the next. She has a voracious hunger than can never be satisfied.
So watch out for her. She’s there, watching and turning your world upside down. She’ll take your words, your being, your very soul and claim it for her own. Don’t avoid her though, the procedure is quite painless, she assures me and is a great deal of fun too.
If you enjoyed this check out the other Wank Wednesday entries and also be sure to visit all the Silver Flashers below! Lots of hot fiction to brighten up your Wednesday!
posted in Blog | Tagged: BHM, erotic romance, Lyrical, Misheard lyrics, music, songs, Victoria Blisse
Lyrics are brilliant things, they can change how you feel in a moment, lifting you up, making you laugh or bringing you to tears in a matter of moments. Music taps into emotions in a way nothing else really does. Many authors, myself included, listen to certain types of music when writing to help inspire them.
Sometimes though you can’t quite hear the words and that is when music really gets interesting.
Anyone remember Shaggy’s song ‘Oh Carolina’ that was a hit back in 1993? Well in it are the words ‘Jump and Prance’ but my sister insisted that he was actually singing ‘Jumbo bras’. She’s not lived it down yet.
My daughter also used to sing along to Lady Ga Ga’s Paparazzi but she would sing ‘Papa Roxy’ instead.
So have you ever misheard a lyric? What was it? Anyone who answers will get put in a draw to win a copy of Lyrical! I’ll draw the winner on Friday 2nd September
Living in a world of lyrics, she sings his song and he is powerless to resist. Peter is held back by a lack of self confidence and interacts with people as little as he can manage to get away with, that is until willowy Chloe is assigned the desk next to him, she has other ideas. Peter soon gives in to her siren song and lets Chloe seduce him but he just does not know how to deal with this beautiful woman and her lusts. Does Chloe have the patience to teach him to play in harmony with her natural sensuality or will he be forever doomed to a solitary life with only his music for comfort?
Sunday Snog – Sweet Surrender!
posted in Blog, Sunday Snog | Tagged: BBW, Beach, kiss, Rubenesque, Scarborough, Sunday Snog, Sweet Surrender, Total-E_Bound
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…and I love to write sexy seaside scenes. Here’s a sizzling snog on the Beach at Scarborough (my favourite place, ever) from Sweet Surrender for you to enjoy!
“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.
“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”
She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.
“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”
She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.
“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.
“Please.”
As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies molded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.
It was a kiss and then some. The whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, losing ground as that mouth skillfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher till she realized her thighs were being exposed.
She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher. Part of her was mortified; someone could walk past. Another part of her enjoyed the thrill of the sea air on her thighs and overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.
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