Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 September 2012

The birth of Velvet Kiss Press

Crimson KissesAfter talking about it, I have finally (and scarily) published three of my new titles as e-books, which are now available to download from Amazon.  The first is Crimson Kisses. I love all the covers designed by the excellent designer Klaus Hartleben, but this is my favourite.

I'll devote a separate post to each title.  Feedback and reviews are a writer's lifeblood, so all gratefully received.

An exploration of the darker side of love...... 

In the short story Crimson Kisses, Maya wonders if her broken heart can ever be healed after she is deserted by her lover, Bharti. But her solitude is eased when she takes in a mysterious stray cat who provides the unconditional love she desires. Or so she believes. But in her dreams she experiences increasingly dark and sinister erotic fantasies. She begins to retreat from reality, preferring the twilight world she shares with her supernatural lover, and discovers that the intense love she desires so powerfully is within her reach. At a terrifying price. 

In Bleeding: anatomy of an erotic obsession, the narrator uses poetry to chart an intense love affair which encompasses a possible sadomasochistic element.

Friday, 20 January 2012

The Watcher



This was one of those “What if” stories.  A bit dreamy.  I wrote this at night, imagining Marla alone in her flat.  And I had been indulging in a fair bit of phone sex at the time.  I had also been using a few online dating contact sites too.  So some of this found a way into the story.   I did get turned on writing it, imagining Marla and The Watcher’s erotic games.  At the time, I realised I had a strong exhibitionist streak, which needed an outlet. I especially enjoyed writing about the incident in the riding stables, which is a reference to the original Belle de Jour film with Catherine Deneuve.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061395/         







A later incident in the story echoes Story of O.


The Watcher explores sexual addiction and obsession - and vulnerability.   I’m still not entirely sure about the ending, although it works, I think.   You may disagree.


As The Watcher says, “We all have an alter ego.  The watcher is part of me but he isn’t all of me.”


I’ll just add that, like Marla, walking across a car park at night, completely naked, is great for an adrenalin buzz!