Tuesday 28 May 2013

Thongs and Things: Blog Post Rewind

This post first appeared on http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.com/ on 7.2.13

Many writers have recurrent images or familiar “things” that appear in their work repeatedly, often without them realising it.  It was only when I re-read my first short story collection (Kissing Velvet) years after it was published that I noticed what mine were. 

1.         High heels.  Usually shiny and black.
2.         Females with a penchant for going out naked beneath a belted trenchcoat.  Which is normally shiny.
3.         And finally, the one that seems to leap out at me every time I                 see it now.  
           Thongs.  Flimsy and lacy. Which are frequently ripped off in the            course of the action.

I know that all of these have erotic connotations – for good reason.  Which is why they appear so frequently.  But it’s a bit like the first time you hear yourself talking on a recording.  You notice all the “Errms” and start counting them.  (33 in my first ever local radio interview!)  Suddenly, you are aware of little else.   

Now, I do love shiny high heels.  And I have been known to step out wearing nothing but a belted trenchcoat (and heels).   But I stopped wearing thongs a long time ago. 

Nowadays, my female characters favour “lacy boyshorts” or go commando.  Occasionally they wear knickers.  Rarely panties (hate that word). I admit I find it difficult to find a suitably sexy expression to describe female undergarments. Once I do, I will doubtless use it all the time!

What are your writer equivalents of thongs? Do you have any favourites?

Extract (with thong!) from story Words and Actions from Second Helpings

I trembled as he lifted my skirt and slid a finger inside the wisp of fabric that divided my receptive pussy. ‘Are you still breathing?’
I moved my head, letting my cheek brush against his lips, my balance faltering, as he ripped the thong apart.
‘I’m going to fall,’ I began and before I could finish, we tipped forwards on to the non-slip purple mat, limbs entwined, thrashing, hungry. Our wild tongues met forcefully to the peaceful sounds of panpipes, trickling streams and birdsong, and my fingers impatiently tugged at his drawstring, releasing his rampant cock. I squeezed on its shaft, roughly, urgently, wanting to pull him inside me, to feel him filling up my wet, aching space.
‘Bugger foreplay,’ I murmured. ‘I want you now.’
I gasped as he entered, and all the time his hands were moving over me, not leaving my body for an instant, as if not wanting to sever the connection. As I felt my muscles tense against him, reaching towards the orgasm I craved, he groaned.
‘Not yet,’ he told me. ‘Be patient.’
Suddenly he pulled out, but before my cheated cunt could protest, he’d moved swiftly down my body, his tongue replacing his glistening cock in the vacant space. I lost all track of time as he used his tongue and fingers, separately, then together, bringing me repeatedly to the edge, like he was taking me on a long spiritual journey. And it felt so good I didn’t want to come, I wanted it to last, but it was getting harder to resist. Finally he brought me to the point where I couldn’t stop myself, even when he’d lifted his tongue and my gaping pussy was desperate to be touched again.
‘Please,’ I begged, hardly able to catch my breath.

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Surely everyone deserves a second chance? Second Helpings: Three sexy stories. Quirky, romantic erotica with a twist. 

Words and Actions
Alys’s drunken one night stand with an ex-boyfriend puts her relationship with her beloved partner Lee in jeopardy, leaving her desperate to put things right. On the way to a party, their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night and Lee’s unexpected behaviour is both surprising and arousing….

Two Hearts
Lucy knows deep down that her passionate affair with married businessman Callum is going nowhere, but when he suggests an erotic encounter in a graveyard, what happens next leads Lucy to a sexy stranger who may be the one to find her heart. 

Second Helpings
Shannon and Jay’s sex life has taken a nose dive so Shannon decides it’s time to spice things up. But an invitation to dinner with Jay’s sophisticated parents leads to an evening full of raunchy surprises – and a life changing decision.

More information/buy link: Available as an e-book from Amazon UK and US

Also available from: Amazon.de, Amazon.es, Amazon.fr, Amazon.co.jp, Amazon.it,  Amazon.com.br, and Amazon.ca


Saturday 25 May 2013

Victoria Blisse - A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure

I'm delighted to welcome hugely successful erotic romance writer Victoria Blisse as today's guest blogger for  my series A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure.  Over to you , Victoria....




A secret:
My latest release, Rob and Lou, is actually based on a real life couple and some of the things they do in the stories have actually happened. I’m not going to tell you which bits, though, you’ll have to guess!

A confession about the life of an erotica writer:
I’m not sure that it’s any secret that being an erotica writer is not particularly glamorous, I think people know that already. I will confess that it can be somewhat of a lonely pastime too, as you’re often holed up with your laptop while life goes on around you. However, being wrapped up in the goings-on of my latest WIP I tend to be happy enough to not notice I’m being left out.
This also explains why erotica writers have so much to say when they get together. They’re catching up on all the being sociable they’ve not done for months at a time!

A guilty pleasure:
I think it’s Nigella Lawson who says she doesn’t believe in guilty pleasures, the only guilt should be in pleasure not taken. I like that view of things. However, I do feel ever so slightly guilty for enjoying The Voice as much as I do. The Voice is a reality TV show here in the UK, I’m not sure if there’s versions in other countries, where the judges listen to the singers blind and turn round if they want the act on their team. I know I shouldn’t love it, I generally am not a fan of reality TV, but I really do love it.

Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends by Victoria Blisse
Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride. Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.

Extract from Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends: Mud is Good and Wetter is Better.
 “I told you this was a fucking bad idea,” I yelled. “How the hell did I let you convince me to go camping on a bank holiday?”
“If I remember rightly, you were the one who suggested borrowing my brother’s tent.”  Rob pulled the door flaps closed and shook the water off his anorak.
“I was just being polite,” I grumbled. “I didn’t think he’d actually lend it to us.”
“And they’ve taken the kids for the long weekend. We really shouldn’t grumble.”
 “But it’s cold and it’s wet and it’s miserable and I want to go home.”
“Well, Lou, we could do that but—”
“But what?” I threw my hands in the air. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this.”
“Well, no, that’s not it. It’s just that, erm, well. Just look out the tent flap and check out the car.”
I muttered and mumbled, shot evils at my darling husband, and crawled past him to look out into the storm. He passed me a torch so I could see into the murk. It wasn’t really late, but the storm had brought darkness early, and even though it was the middle of August, it felt like a dark, oppressive winter night.  I’d told Rob it would be a bad idea. It would rain, I’d be cold, but he didn’t listen. He wanted to go on a grand adventure. Something deep inside him ached to sleep under the stars, separated from nature by a bit of whippy canvas. Being the good and loving wife I am, I gave in. Also, Rob’s brother and his girlfriend had happily acquiesced to have our kids for the weekend, so I was looking forward to some adult alone time, even if it did mean I had to wear my thermals in the middle of summer.
When I spied our well-loved family car standing where we parked it, surrounded by a quagmire of mud, I really did wish I’d persuaded Rob to stay at home and just pretend we went camping. We’d not be stuck in the wild in the middle of a thunderstorm then.  We’d be rolling around in bed, eating snacks we don’t let the children eat, and fucking with abandon.
“Fuck.” I cursed. “I told you we should have parked it in the car park.”
“You did no such thing,” Rob exclaimed. “You dragged me in here and fucked my brains out.”
He was quite right, I had. Well, he looked all sexy with his sweat-beaded brow. I’d enjoyed watching him pitch the tent. It involved a lot of bending over, and my husband has a bloody gorgeous arse. I spent my time pretending to help, but really I was ogling his body and thinking wicked thoughts about having my way with him. So, instead of telling him we needed to park on the tarmac at the car park, I kissed him and pulled him into the tent. I didn’t strip him, I just opened his trousers. I had to struggle out of my own jeans so I could only watch him stroke his cock for a frustratingly long time, but as soon as I could I climbed on top of him. I pushed him down and straddled his waist. The scent of the crushed grass, mixed with his musk was so primal that it added excitement to what we were doing. I pushed down until I felt him stretch me. It was a heady mix and made me feel connected to nature in some kind of primitive way.


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Bio:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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Thursday 23 May 2013

Anatomy of a Kiss: Blog Post Rewind

This is an edited version of a post which first appeared on http://blissekiss.co.uk on 8.2.13

Kiss.  The word itself has a sweetness, a delicacy.  The hard, powerful “k” contrasted with the more sensual “ss” is separated by a vowel that requires a smile to produce the short “i” sound.  The contrast of the hard and soft consonants creates a delicious combination of strong and gentle, dominant and submissive; opposites which, sexually can be a massive turn-on.  For instance: leather and lace, whips and feathers, chains and silken cords, ……Goodness, I don’t think I have ever dissected a word in such a manner! 

I remember my first kiss.  I was 15, completely sexually inexperienced (although a dab hand at strumming) and I didn’t fancy the boy but since he made the initial move, I thought I would see what it felt like.  It was the 1970s and we had just been to see the Abba movie together and when the boy, who was eighteen, put his tongue in my mouth, I wondered what all the fuss was about.  This kiss didn't do a thing for me; not even the slightest clit tingle. Disappointing really. It was my second kiss, just a year later, with the man I fell in love with, that made me realise what I had been missing.  On this occasion, we were sitting in his car, and I had eaten something that didn’t agree with me and just been sick.  Not exactly romantic.  So, full marks to him for overlooking that.  And then he kissed me.  And I was floating, flying, transported to another world.  Absolute bliss. When I got home I was certain that everyone in the house would know I'd just been kissed, as if it must have been written all over my face.

So, to a kissing scene in Second Helpings.  I realise now that I don’t often write prolonged kissing scenes, which kind of surprises me. I called my first collection of BDSM erotica Kissing Velvet, based on the one of the character’s descriptions of whipping his lover, the “kiss” being the contact the whip made with her “velvet” skin.  My publishing imprint is called Velvet Kiss.  I wrote an intense paranormal love story called Crimson Kisses. Clearly, it has significance for me, as a person and as a writer.  But for me, the erotic quality of a kiss comes from the many different forms it can take, from a gentle, lingering trail of tiny butterfly kisses from the nape of the neck all the way down to the toes, the ravenous tongue play of frenzied passion to the sting of leather tendrils on tender white flesh. Yes please!

Extract
The extract from Second Helpings is from my short story Two Hearts, and picks up shortly after the randy Lucy, searching for her lost earring in the graveyard,  encounters a rather attractive gravedigger who promises to help her.

His eyes lingered. ‘Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?’
I shook my head. ‘No. Why?’
‘Would you do me a favour?’
I shrugged. ‘I might. What do you want?’
‘See that shed over there?’ He pointed to what looked like a workman’s hut a short walk away. ‘I’ve got a flask of coffee for later on, but I could do with a drink now. Would you mind nipping over and getting it for me? Save me having to down tools.’
‘Okay.’
Five minutes later, I was still bent over, my tight black pencil skirt riding up, as I searched in his hut for the damned flask, which wasn’t where he said it would be. As I turned to call over to him, I became aware of a presence hovering in the doorway.
‘Sorry, love, I forgot I had it with me all the time,’ he said, not sounding in the least bit sorry. He’d taken his tee shirt off and I could feel the heat radiating from him. ‘Thought I’d better change my shirt,’ he explained. ‘I’m all hot and sweaty.’
For a moment we just stared at each other. I felt my damned hormones kicking in again and a familiar tingle in my groin as I read desire in his clear blue eyes.
‘Go ahead,’ I muttered, my voice thick with lust.
He stepped forward and I could feel his breath on my face, hear his heart pounding. He lifted one arm and tenderly ran his fingers down the side of my cheek. I trembled.
‘Is it hot in here, or am I imagining it?’ he asked suddenly.
‘It’s hot,’ I replied. ‘Red hot.’
Gently, he brushed his lips against my forehead and once again my common sense dissolved. ‘You’re not married, are you?’ I heard myself say.
He shook his head. ‘Never met the right woman.’
We kissed slowly at first, as he slipped my suit jacket from my shoulders and unbuttoned my lilac blouse, his hands finding my erect nipples pushing at the thin fabric of my lacy bra. He wrapped his fingers around mine and guided my hands towards his cock, which was rigid. I started to rub up and down - carefully, unhurried - while he smothered my mouth with his own, his tongue darting and exploring.
‘Lie down,’ he whispered, lowering me gently on to the floor of the hut. Crouching above me, he started to nibble my neck and my ear lobes, while his hand explored the welcoming place between my legs.
‘God, you’re oozing,’ he said, smiling.
My legs were wide open now and I knew my knickers were soaking. ‘Lick me,’ I pleaded.
‘Oh, I’m going to,’ he replied. “I’m going to eat you up. I’m very, very hungry.....’
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Surely everyone deserves a second chance? Second Helpings: Three sexy stories. Quirky, romantic erotica with a twist. 

Words and Actions
Alys’s drunken one night stand with an ex-boyfriend puts her relationship with her beloved partner Lee in jeopardy, leaving her desperate to put things right. On the way to a party, their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night and Lee’s unexpected behaviour is both surprising and arousing….

Two Hearts
Lucy knows deep down that her passionate affair with married businessman Callum is going nowhere, but when he suggests an erotic encounter in a graveyard, what happens next leads Lucy to a sexy stranger who may be the one to find her heart. 

Second Helpings
Shannon and Jay’s sex life has taken a nose dive so Shannon decides it’s time to spice things up. But an invitation to dinner with Jay’s sophisticated parents leads to an evening full of raunchy surprises – and a life changing decision.

More information/buy link: Available as an e-book from Amazon UK and US

Also available from: Amazon.de, Amazon.es, Amazon.fr, Amazon.co.jp, Amazon.it,  Amazon.com.br, and Amazon.ca


Monday 20 May 2013

Candy Knight: A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure

I'm delighted to welcome erotic writer Candy Knight as today's guest blogger for  my series A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure.  Over to you, Candy...

cover design Klaus Hartleben

A Secret
Well, my inspiration for writing 'Lapping it Up' comes from the fact that the 'Hubs' and I love alfresco sex and I thought how terrible it would be not to have a relationship that wasn't as 'hot' now as when you first met.  We are definitely your 'any time, any place, anywhere,' kind of couple as long as it's suitably secluded as we're not exhibitionists. We just like being outdoors.  But it certainly makes sex more exciting knowing that you could be caught out at any minute. As our hobbies include cycling, golf and off-roading we have a fair amount of opportunity.

I remember us being in deep thicket on a Surrey golf course when a wayward ball landed about four inches from my head. We laid as still as corpses as the owner of said ball poked around in the shrub just feet away from us for a good ten minutes before leaving empty-handed, which was very lucky for us as neither of us had a stitch on!

A Confession
It was never my intention to write erotica, my plan was to write 'How To' books and I had a good deal of success. However, after the third one I became bored and thought there had to be something more exciting to do but I didn't know what. Just a couple of days later I saw an advertisement for a course on how to write erotic fiction and I booked it without hesitating.
I'm a firm believer in writing what you know and feel and the two things I know a great deal about are weight loss and sex; after all, I've been married three times.

A Guilty Pleasure
It has to be watching Dallas. When I heard that it was being resurrected, I couldn't believe it. After all, it was fairly trashy the first time around. I'm absolutely addicted. The writing is fantastic, loads of sex and dirty dealings, together with one disaster after another. I certainly get a lot of ideas for new stories, without leaving my settee. I do hope that now J.R. is dead for real, they will continue with another series.

I currently have two short erotic stories on Amazon, 'Unintentional Mistress' & 'Rumour Has It', but I have moved away from being exclusive with Amazon and am about to publish my first anthology, 'Ultimate Gift' on Smashwords.

Click the link below to my website and read more about me and have a look at the stories and hopefully buy them -  they are available in all e-reader formats.

I have finished the first of three erotic paranormal stories that I will be publishing later this year. Here's a little taster for you, from the 'Flight of Fancy.'

Her hands stopped when they reached the soft blond curls between her legs. She slipped her fingers tenderly into her aching pussy. The sensations that she created between her thighs caused shivers up and down her spine. She really needed to unwind; it had been a bitch of a day.
Reaching out for a towel, she encased her flushed body in the fluffy softness. Patting her skin gently she walked to the bedroom. Opening the window, she threw herself onto the bed and stretched out her slim frame, luxuriating in the feel of the cool silk counterpane.

Thursday 16 May 2013

Love, Marriage and other Dark Perversions

Love, Marriage and other Dark Perversions is the title of the next Wanton Words and Burlesque Bombshells show on Saturday June 1st at the Tom Thumb Theatre in sunny Cliftonville. 

Join me, Miss Glory Pearl, Miss Maybe and special guests for a night of monogamous mischief and mayhem.


June is wedding month, where couples across the land bankrupt themselves for one day of stress and excess, only to quickly slide into the over-familiarity of marriage, where sex is given grudgingly on high days and holidays.

But husbands, wives, take note; it doesn't have to be this way! Join us as we celebrate putting the spice into monogamy - any we don't mean cooking up a Vindaloo with the left-over Christmas turkey!

Guest appearances from our resident dildo, Desmond, and other guests to be announced!

Doors 7.30pm. Show begins 8pm.

Tickets are £10 and available from www.wegottickets.com or the Tom Thumb website: www.tomthumtheatre.co.uk


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Sunday 12 May 2013

Unexpected Outcomes: Blog Post Rewind

This post first appeared on http://adrianakraft.com/blog on 5.2.13

Writers are essentially problem solvers. They pose a question to themselves and then they have to find a way to answer it in a way that will satisfy their readers. Exploring ideas and seeing where they can take you - that’s the fun bit. 

Two Hearts was a story I really enjoyed writing.  The initial impetus was a brief to write a story with a Halloween theme.  That got me thinking about graveyards and superstition.  Recently I’d come across a local press article about what can happen if a grave isn’t dug properly.

Who hasn’t taken a short cut home through a graveyard?  Who hasn’t enjoyed an impromptu sex session outdoors in a place where they might get caught? On a dark but moonlit night?  (Oops, maybe just me, then!).   Anyway, I took this premise and then thought, “what if?”  The main character, Lucy, came quickly, so to speak, and I had plenty of experience working in marketing teams to give me the backdrop for her workplace. All the ingredients were there, but there was something missing.  Something significant.   

A chance meeting with a friend, who was distraught after losing a precious earring with sentimental value during a casual sexual encounter, provided the missing piece of the jigsaw.

I pulled these disparate elements together and Two Hearts was born.  Lucy, the main character, initially has no conscience (or pretends to herself about this).  Deep down, she would love to find the right man, and by the end of the story she has changed – in several ways – as a result of her spontaneous erotic experiences.

It became darkly humorous, explicit and, I am told by readers, the tone is quirky.  I certainly didn’t intend it to be romantic but that’s what happened.   So it wasn’t just Lucy that had an unexpected outcome.  I hope you enjoy it!


Extract from Two Hearts, story in Second Helpings

We curled up side by side, and he wrapped one arm around me, stroking my face, the other cupping my right breast. It felt safe and reassuring. I nestled my head in the dark hair of his chest, one hand resting on his sleeping cock. We probably dozed for a while but the next thing I knew, I could feel him stirring in my hand, twitching invitingly back to life.
‘Room for dessert?’ I murmured suggestively, before flicking his rampant knob with the tip of my tongue, savouring the salty taste my juices had left on him, devouring him. Minutes later, I had impaled myself on his cock, and was straddling him, plunging up and down, while he stroked my clitoris, playing with me, coaxing me to orgasm until we rapidly exploded together. For a while, we both lay gasping in each other’s arms, exhausted and spent. It felt so natural and different. I felt different. Had it been more than just a casual sexual encounter?

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Surely everyone deserves a second chance? Second Helpings: Three sexy stories. Quirky, romantic erotica with a twist. 

Words and Actions
Alys’s drunken one night stand with an ex-boyfriend puts her relationship with her beloved partner Lee in jeopardy, leaving her desperate to put things right. On the way to a party, their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night and Lee’s unexpected behaviour is both surprising and arousing….

Two Hearts
Lucy knows deep down that her passionate affair with married businessman Callum is going nowhere, but when he suggests an erotic encounter in a graveyard, what happens next leads Lucy to a sexy stranger who may be the one to find her heart. 

Second Helpings
Shannon and Jay’s sex life has taken a nose dive so Shannon decides it’s time to spice things up. But an invitation to dinner with Jay’s sophisticated parents leads to an evening full of raunchy surprises – and a life changing decision.

More information/buy link: Available as an e-book from Amazon UK and US

Also available from: Amazon.de, Amazon.es, Amazon.fr, Amazon.co.jp, Amazon.it,  Amazon.com.br, and Amazon.ca


Thursday 9 May 2013

Bel Anderson: A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure

I'm delighted to welcome back erotic writer Bel Anderson who has kindly agreed to contribute to my series A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure.  

A Secret
I’ve been writing erotica for just over a year and have been lucky enough to have several stories published but I guess my biggest secret is that I haven’t told very many people about what I’ve been doing! My dirty little secret doesn’t sit all that well with my day-job (I’m not going to tell you what that is as I’m doing my best to protect my identity) so I have only told two highly trusted colleagues what it is I’ve been writing at the moment. It’s been difficult because there’s a certain amount of interest from other colleagues as I’ve also had stories published in women’s magazines, so I do get asked regularly what I’ve had published lately! I can’t let my dad read what I write (not that he’d want to!) and I’m not keen on the thought of my sister reading it because she can be pretty indiscreet. My (young adult) kids would rather die than read it (even if I’d let them) and I feel weird about any of my close friends reading it either!  So there it is – my secret!

A confession
I have Ocado come to deliver my shopping every Wednesday and I’m often writing when the driver arrives. I get a little kick from being all “Oh, hello, thank you so much, just over here please, that’s great, have a nice evening, drive carefully,” when I’ve got a load of filth up on the laptop screen. Sometimes, if I’ve been getting a little steamed up over what I’ve been writing, I wonder whether he’ll be able to sense it. Or maybe that sort of thing just happens in erotic stories…  

A guilty pleasure
Hmmm… I rarely feel guilt, but I do like indulging in pleasurable things! My view is that if you did something (or ate something) and enjoyed it, why feel guilty? I’m talking here about little things like over-indulging – or just indulging - not cheating on your partner or anything major that could hurt someone else. I ate two fairy cakes filled with buttercream in one go the other day because the first one was so nice and I was tired and lacking willpower. I didn’t feel guilty – although I probably should have – but I did have healthy tomatoes on toast for dinner that night to compensate! I really enjoyed them both and they gave me pleasure – the buttercream was PINK and so fluffily whipped, it was heaven on my tongue! Why ruin that pleasure by feeling guilty? Mind you, I’m not going to go shouting from the rooftops that I’m such a pig I can eat two cakes in one go.
Oh…
Oops!  Bel x

Bel has previously been published in anthologies by Xcite books, has recently had stories published in Smut Alfresco and Smut by the Sea Volume 2. She is working on a non-erotic novel and also an anthology of erotic stories.
You can find her blog here: http://belandersonwrites.blogspot.com  and her work here:

Saturday 4 May 2013

Lucy Felthouse: A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure

Today I'm delighted to welcome back the ever popular and incredibly prolific erotica writer Lucy Felthouse, who has kindly agreed to contribute to my series A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure.  



A secret about one of my books/stories/characters
The story Passing Out Passion, in my mini-anthology, The Military Wife was one I had help with. Not in terms of the writing, but the idea itself. I have a friend who fairly recently left the army, but finds the fact I write erotic fiction fascinating and is always happy to help out with ideas. He also answers my many questions when I’m not sure of how things would actually happen. The idea for this one was mine, but my friend helped out a lot by explaining what happens at a passing out parade.

A confession about the life of an erotica writer
It’s not nearly as exciting as some people think! I generally get up in the mornings, have a wash, get dressed, start answering emails. Then around 10am I take the dog for a walk. Get home, crack on with more emails and tasks, then have lunch. I do most of my writing in the afternoon as I’m not at all a morning person, but other than that – nothing exciting happens, at all!

A guilty pleasure
That would be Supernatural, my favourite TV show. I’m a total sucker for paranormal stuff, and although the show has been running so long that some episodes are a bit ‘meh’ I’ll watch it until the bitter end. Why? Because I’m obsessed with the stars. Jared Padalecki is my #1 hot guy and Jensen Ackles is in the top ten, too. They play Sam and Dean Winchester, two smokin’ hot brothers who are battling monsters and generally saving lives. Part of me hopes for a zombie apocalypse so they can come and save me. Then, you know, come and keep my bed warm... ;)
Thanks so much for having me!
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Three hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.
The Military Wife
Tess’ salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn’t see him—when he’s away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.
Passing Out Passion
When Christina attends her brother’s passing out parade with her parents, she’s full of pride at his achievement. What she’s not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn’t part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they’re forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.
Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bringing other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Wednesday 1 May 2013

What's in a name?

Names matter.  If you do a creative professional job it’s common to have a stage name or pen name.

When I was teaching pole dance, for a bit of fun the class came up with exotic stage names. One method used is to combine the name of a pet with a street name where you live(d) and hopefully the result would be something like Sheba Silver or Candy Queen. You get the idea.  

This meant that my names were Hammy Foxden or Biffa Langhorne.  Which made me sound more like a spitfire pilot than a pole dancer!

When it came to my erotica pen name, I decided to use Elizabeth, one of my birth names.  Although I wasn't fond of the name as a child, as an adult I grew to appreciate it and I now feel that it is rather  magnificent.  It’s also amazingly flexible and can be shortened in so many ways, all of which conjure up different characters.  For example, Eliza, Liza, Eli, Liz, Bet, Beth, Betty and Lisabeth. 
What a wonderful array of personalities Elizabeth can be!

If you write or perform, how did you decide on your professional name?