“I’ve always been obsessed with (and great at) writing, storytelling, and sex.”
-Kitty Fine

I’m thrilled to be one of the newest writers to join the One Handed Writers blog! So it only seems fitting to start with an introduction post.

For those who know me as Kitty Fine, you know that I’m an erotica writer who writes steamy and raunchy, sexy short stories. Since I began writing erotic short stories five months ago, I’ve received dozens of great reviews and I’ve hit the bestselling lists on Amazon and iTunes in the US and internationally on multiple occasions.

Oh, and I always LOVE hearing from my readers and fans, whether it’s here in the blog comments on One Handed Writers, or through my email, blog, or Twitter page. So please drop me a line here or anywhere!

Since I first got started writing erotica, I’ve received some good questions from readers. And I’ve decided that it’s time to peel back the curtain a little, and share my answers with the rest of my readers.

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What do you read?  I take it for granted that as a writer you must be a reader but what do you like?

Let me back up a bit and give you my reading background…

Ever since I was a little girl, I was a voracious reader. I’d read my comic books, fairy tales, and young adult fiction every chance I got. I’d often get in trouble for reading under the covers with a flashlight when I was supposed to be sleeping.

My sexiest reading started when I was about 7. I had some occasions to “read” Playboy and Hustler and even snagged a few chances to watch some porn back then, with great curiosity. I devoured my first Harlequin romance novels at about 10. This was pre-Kindle, so I had to hide my book covers. Ha!

As a third-grader, I remember being shocked but intrigued when I read V.C. Andrews’ Flowers in the Attic, an incestuous yet beautiful tale about a brother and sister falling in love and having sex. And this book was in a Catholic school’s library!

No, it’s not appropriate. I probably shouldn’t have been reading that. But I did.

I used to read tons of diverse fiction while growing up, and for the last few years, I’ve branched out to reading non-fiction. I used to read all of Stephen King’s books as soon as they came out in hardcover. I loved (and still do) suspense fiction, romance, mysteries, horror, and classic lit. Now I mix it up with some business books and more recently, a lot of erotica.

My high school English teachers instilled in me a wider and deeper love of reading. And they brought out the true writer in me. For that, I will always be grateful.

For as long as I can remember, I was always boy crazy. Then in high school, I became obsessed with men and reading sexy articles in Cosmo for years. I read anything and everything I could about sex. Sex was my obsession.

This year, I’ve returned to my reading roots, and I’m immensely enjoying reading (and now writing) erotica.

How did you come to write and publish the Kitty Fine books? 

I’ve been writing for years and self-publishing for the last year or so. When I came across the topic of erotica writing in late November, it immediately intrigued me. So I thought I’d give it a shot and jumped right in.

It was right up my alley. I really did start young with the sexy storytelling, now that I think about it. Why I waited so long to put it in writing, I don’t know. And it’s funny, when I told some of my real-life friends that I was writing erotica, they laughed and said it was “so perfect” for me. Ha!

I just started not too long ago but I’m having a blast with this! It’s perfect for me in a lot of ways. I’ve always been obsessed with (and great at) writing, storytelling and sex.

Do you have a day job or just write? How long have you been a writer?

Writing is my full-time day job. I’ve been an erotica writer since December 2011 and I love it. I feel lucky that I can spend my time doing what I love at home.

I started taking writing more seriously when I was in high school. I won writing awards and was encouraged by teachers to become a journalist. Instead, I went to business school and had a diverse business career.

Through the years, I’ve broadened my creative writing skills with other types of writing, such as: copywriting, business writing, proposal writing, academic writing, article writing, travel writing and web writing. While I enjoyed honing my other writing skills, I am excited that I’m writing creative fiction now. And fun, sexy erotica to boot!

Were you really a stripper or is that a persona?  Have you done all the things in your stories?

My bio is correct – I really was a stripper, nympho, Catholic schoolgirl, and sorority girl. Combine that sexy mix with my love of writing, and maybe I was born to write erotica!

While there are some elements of me and my experiences in my stories, you must remember this is erotic fiction. Fiction being the operative word.

My sexy stories are typically light and fun but fiction is a creative world to explore. If I write about something, it doesn’t mean I condone it. So no, I don’t condone anything illegal, immoral, incest, rape, cheating, prostitution, etc.

So what parts of my stories are true? Please don’t ask because I won’t tell you. It’s more fun to leave it to your wicked imagination.

Married, kids?  And finally, what is your ultimate writing goal? 

I’m married to a wonderful husband. No kids but I have a spoiled cat who cries a lot.

Ultimately, I want to continue loving my job as an erotica writer, while making a good living at it. I’ve been so lucky to start things off with a big bang (puns always intended).

While I look at writing as a serious business, it’s also my art. It’s my creative outlet, which I enjoy immensely.

I also want to continue to challenge myself as a writer and provide an ever-growing backlist of gripping, scorching hot erotic stories for my beloved, one-handed readers.

Thank you so much for reading my intro. Please feel free to say hi in the comments below! I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts. So please tell me…..

If you’re an erotica reader or writer, WHY do you read or write erotica? How did you get started?

As a reader or writer, what blog post topics would you prefer to read from me?  i.e. Writing, self-publishing, sex, business, erotica themes or other?

Thank you, sexy one-handed writers’ readers! I look forward to blogging here and connecting with everyone. Enjoy your weekend.

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Kitty

It’s so incredibly easy to fall off the writing wagon.  I mean, things are so SHINY and distracting, and so much fun!  Add in a little spring fever, and a brain like a coked-out hamster, and I can’t help but flit about.

So now that we have May well behind us, it’s time for June to kick some ass.

This month, it’s time to bring the hammer down and cut out the garbage that gets in the way of your writing.  For me, that means no more silly facebook games (eep!), and most importantly, the first thing I will do in the morning (well, after a nice pee) is my long hand writing.

To help stay consistent and motivated, I made myself a little calender.  My goals are on each day, with boxes I can check.  Each day, I get to look at the chain I am creating.  Hopefully, seeing that growing chain will keep my little dino brain from wandering off.

I made a non-personalized version if anyone wants to play:
June is for Kicking Ass Calender

Anyone have any ideas for staying on track and motivated?

Enjoy!

An Erotic Vignette: Tango Undone

“In tango, heaven is found through the simple gift of grace. That comes from getting out on the dance floor with the person that happens to be right for the moment, opening one’s heart and falling in love again. The times that this happens, one is just happy to be in the arms of another at the end of the tanda.” -Stephen Brown-

Marco pulled me close, eyes widening as he registered my provocation. For weeks, his  gaze had smoldered into mine,  his hands traveling my body until I burned with unrequited heat. This was my final dance in Buenos Aires and I would not let it go to waste. My shirt was unbuttoned to my bra, giving him a peepshow of breasts mounded up, exposed by see-through lace.

An offering, if he would but accept it.

He cleared his throat and his dark espresso eyes regarded me thoughtfully. “Wait a moment, querida.” I shivered as his accent trilled over my skin.

Marco went to lock the studio entrance, flipping the sign to read ‘cerrado’, and then pulled the shades on the glass storefront. We were alone, shut inside our own world. I tingled all over, wet desire quickening within me. He pressed play on the cd player and sour notes from a bandeneon tangled with a more sedate bass rhythm.

Without speaking, we began the push-pull of Tango, his lean body warm along mine. I matched him step-for-step, then took our dance further, grinding into his pelvis and brushing my breasts against him; teasing as much as begging. I brazenly let my gaze bore into his, daring him to take me.

He did not respond and continued the Tango we’d danced before, refusing to break new ground. I wondered if I had made a mistake. With an inscrutable expression, he led me, his hands stern, our feet scuffling on the wood floor.

Marco pressed me close enough to inhale his musk and then tossed me away to ache for his touch. He did not choose to take what I offered, though. My steps faltered, becoming unsure and tentative. I stared at the floor as we danced, too ashamed to look at him. Had I misread the tension between us these last few weeks?

The music wailed a crescendo that mirrored my angst, but then, he put a finger under my chin and raised me up. His gaze locked with mine, one eyebrow arching rakishly as he grabbed my shirt by its lapels. I held my breath as he yanked the blouse down over my shoulders in one hard motion.

Buttons clattered to the floor as he twirled me around, pulling the shirt off my body. Cool air raked my overheated skin, raising goose bumps. My confidence restored, I stood proud–chest out, back arched, nipples puckered–and promenaded back to him. His hungry gaze roamed my curves, seeing what he had only felt before with his hands.

I unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his shoulders to reveal caramel skin that gleamed in the studio’s dim light. In time with the music, I traced the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach, dipping a finger under his belt buckle to touch the hardness waiting there.

Marco stopped me, bringing my hands up into a dance hold. “Espera, first we finish this tango, eh?.”

He guided me through a long promenade filled with slow ganchos, my leg hooked over his, splaying my core across his thigh. On the last one, Marco held me in place, my heat grinding against him as he pulled us across the floor. Then, with a deft movement, he unzipped my skirt and let me go, watching as I wiggled out of it.

I posed for him in the lingerie I’d bought on a whim; the bra that covered nothing, the bit of lace pretending to be underwear and sheer thigh-highs gripping my taut flesh. He smiled, his expression scorching as he motioned for me to dance.

My feet tapped on the floor and my hips swiveled from side to side as I traveled the floor. Marco fell into step behind me and swatted my behind as I moved, laughing at the shocked look I gave him. “This tango needs more rhythm.”

With an arch expression, I continued on with stiff legged kicks. Each one brought his hand down on an ass cheek, timed perfectly with the music. The stinging heat throbbing in my backside wound itself around the desire in my belly, squeezing until I trembled. Instead of sinking to my knees and begging for satisfaction, I thrust my hands high over my head, back arched. The music shifted to a fast, staccato rhythm and Marco took advantage of my stillness to spank me with both hands, beat for beat, his eyes searching out mine in the mirror.

The music changed again, to a more languid wail and he took my hands in his. Our fingers locked together, Marco flicked his foot between my legs. I responded in kind and threw my leg behind me in an impudent cuatro arabesque. He transformed the movement into a lift, swinging me up as I repeated the cuatro.

We stomped over the floor like dueling peacocks, our chests bumping, feet intertwined; fighting to come closer, jostling to escape. I whirled away and he strutted after me, bringing me back under his lead with brusque movements that brooked no nonsense. My ass continued to be a target, the spanking heightening sensation throughout my body, making me ache. I began to offer my backside to him, a silent plea for more, harder, faster.

Whatever you give me, I will take.

The music ended then, save for one last forlorn bandeneon note quivering in the air. A different orchestra began to play then, one of sighs and gasps. The counter melody sang in the slither of lingerie falling to the floor.

Marco dipped me over his knee and crushed his lips against mine, flicking his tongue into my mouth. He spun a circle around each nipple with a finger and then dove between my legs to stroke me until I gasped. My hips swiveled, chasing the pleasure. Marco plunged his fingers inside me and I cried out, frantically sucking on his tongue.

I slid to the floor and unfastened his pants, pulling down the tight, white underwear beneath. His cock rose up, a rod of salty caramel. I ran my tongue along his length, feeling the softness of his skin and the hard desire swelling within.  He grabbed me by the hair as I sucked him, his hips making subtle grinding movements.

I would have finished him off, but he pushed me away with a soft, “No. Not yet, querida.”  He pulled me to my feet and changed places with me, sinking down to his knees. Cupping my ass in his hands, he held me up as he brought my slick folds to his lips. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe with his tongue caressing my most sensitive spot. Pleasure wound in hot spirals, radiating from my belly up to my breasts. Everything was too tight; my skin, my nipples.

I moved against him in a slow rhythm, moaning. Marco teased the pleasure from me, refusing to let me wallow, pushing me forward to the peak. I came, throwing my head back. Needing a physical outlet for the sensation flooding me, I clutched the top of his head, anchoring myself in his hair.

The orgasm still quivered through me when he braced me against the wall and thrust into my slick heat. I wrapped my legs around him and we shuddered into each other. His cock struck me in new places, giving life to a new wave of bliss. I couldn’t stop trembling, fluttering around his body like a frozen gringa finally thawing in the heat of a sultry flame.

His hips pistoned into me and I gripped him with everything I had. Pleasure crested in a sweeping wave and I wailed my own high note. Marco answered in a wordless, guttural bass. When we were done, only the poignant silence of a tanda well danced remained.

Author’s Note

The tango has its own erotic language, which is what inspired this erotic vignette–screw, caress, whip are all names of dance steps. A brief English/Tango dictionary of terms used in this short story:

Bandeneon: The accordion-like instrument used to play tango music.

Cuatro: Kicking the leg back and up, until it looks like the number four in profile. Similar to an arabesque.

Gancho: When the leg is hooked over the partner’s thigh.

Tanda: Synonym for Tango, but refers more to the music than the dance.

I’m sure the title of this post seems a bit peculiar, however I promise there is a point.  When I was growing up there used to be commercials for Baskin-Robbins – 31 flavors of ice cream.  The closest one to me was at least 45 minutes away in another town.  So when we’d drive to that town to spend the day I’d get to go to Baskin & Robbins.  I, like everyone else had my favorite – Mint Chocolate Chip – which is still my favorite today.

Now I’m not sure how many 31 flavors are left in the world.  There’s 1 not too far from where I live now, though there are only bout 15 flavors in their case at any given time, but that brings me to the tie in for this blog.

If there are 31 flavors (or more) of ice cream, then why should there only be 1 way to have sex?   Yes, I know there are many ways to have sex, but…society dictates that there only be 1 true way…missionary in the dark.  Still there are thousands of books posted every day highlighting various kinks and fetish.  If we’re such a repressed society, then why are these books selling and why are authors still writing these types of stories?

Is it religion?  Conditioning?  What causes society to vocalize that they hate erotica (effectively saying they hate sex) yet secretly read these stories?  Why is it not all right to stand up and say YES I ENJOY (fill in the blank).  We are a vast and varied society that includes multiple tastes in food, drink and sex.

Furthermore, why is it okay to have a fetish of your own yet rail on someone else’s fetish? If I enjoy reading about BDSM or even choose to practice it (I don’t and don’t want to), then why should I be made to feel as if there is something wrong with me?  Why is it okay to accept the fetish of your choosing (or none at all), yet put down someone else’s personal kink?

Shouldn’t we all live in peaceful co-existence?

I like to read about threesomes and BDSM in my erotic romance, yet straight contemporary couples in my regular romance.  So what about you?  What kink do you enjoy reading and what trips your ick-o’meter? And remember what squicks you out probably turns someone else on.

Enjoy!

MIA’S COP CRAVING 2 – Double Teamed by Malia Mallory

Mia is just your normal girl next door with a secret. She can’t resist a man in blue! Join Mia as she continues her adventures with sexy police officer Rogan. This time he helps make her ménage à trois fantasy a reality.

This ebook contains graphic depictions of masturbation, oral sex, anal sex and sex with multiple partners. It is intended for persons 18+ only.

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ANUS CRIME by Cheri Verset

Police officer McGregor catches trespasser Gracie getting off in a stranger’s house and blackmails her: rough sex or prison. But that’s not enough. She needs to be punished, anally! Will Gracie allow herself to be degraded in order to avoid jail?

ANUS CRIME by Cheri Verset

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PARANORMAL BUNDLE 2 by Carl East

There are 7 paranormal erotic stories in this bundle and they are as follows: “The Monster in my closet” “The Monster in my closet 2″ “Doctor Jekyll and Ms.Hyde” “The House on the Hill” “The House on the Hill 2″ “Little Red” and “The Haunted House”

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A COLD DAY IN HELL by Delta

“Have you ever been cold, Miller? Cold and without hope at the same time? You understand being without hope, don’t you?”

Miller understands better than most, and when he finds Janice cold and alone in the park with nowhere to go, he takes her in. But Miller doesn’t want someone else in his apartment, reminding him of his ex. He hopes that by the time he returns from work, she’ll have disappeared, even if she takes all his possessions with her, making public his stupidity. But Janice isn’t like Nadine, whose leaving sent him into a self-imposed exile.

“I pay my debts, Miller,” she tells him.

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DOUBLE TEAMING BRAYDEN by Evan J.Xavier

Brayden is out on the prowl for some hot man meat. The evening turns into more than he expected—an extraordinary night of wildly erotic sex driven by lust.

DOUBLE TEAMING BRAYDEN by Evan J.Xavier

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GANGBANG SEX PARTY (Confessions of a Stripper #3 ) by Kitty Fine

Erotica author Kitty Fine shares some of her sexy experiences in Gangbang Sex Party. This is the third short story of her semi-autobiographical series, Confessions of a Stripper. “Desire” goes back to stripping, but this time she takes it all off. After working at a club as a waitress and dancing topless, she returns to the first club she worked as an all nude dancer. When one of her regulars asks her to work a private bachelor’s party and gangbang, what will she do? Warning! Contains: m/f/m/m, gangbang sex, nude stage dancing, nude lap dancing, and multiple toe-curling orgasms.

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GIRL TALK: COCKTAILS by Polly Adams

It’s late in the evening and the cocktail bar is almost empty. When Jackie gets talking to the barman she doesn’t expect to start sharing stories of her exploits with Mel and Neil… she doesn’t expect the barman to tell her about some of the things he’s seen here at the bar. But once you start that kind of conversation it’s a slippery slope and it’s not long before Jackie and the barman are inventing an altogether new cocktail of their own.

This book also includes a complete free bonus story: Forbidden Fruit.

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SEDUCED BY THE ANGEL(Divine Fornication I, An Erotic Story of Angels,
Vampires and Werewolves) by Aimelie Aames

An erotic, paranormal story:

Claire Sawyer’s life is about to change in a way that she never could have imagined.

Blind since a terrible childhood accident, she dies for the second time in her relatively short life only to find herself in the arms of an angelic being. Is he her guardian angel, or the monster responsible for the death of her parents so many years ago? Claire will search for her answers as she is swept up into events involving the divine and their relation to the vampires and werewolves that she encounters in her incredible journey to discover the truth.
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POOL SHARKS – An Erotic Story (Group Sex) by Lynn Mixon

Bridget and Callie made extra money by finding overconfident men to skin at pool, and using their feminine wiles to take the sting out of the loss. That worked just fine until they met Luke and Ray. They wanted to play, but not for money. Bridget impulsively bet them their clothes. She’d risk going naked to see them lose. What would she be willing to do to win?

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BREASTFEEDING MY BROTHER – An Erotic Story (Sibling Fantasies) by Amber Adams

Amy was feeding her little girl when her brother came home from college. He didn’t notice she was nursing until he was already sitting down and his embarrassment amused her. Then she saw how her breastfeeding made his cock rise. His arousal turned her on, so she summoned her courage and offered him a drink right from the source. Would his thirst overcome his resistance?

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PUTTING THE BABY IN BABYSITTER – An Erotic Story (Impregnation Sex) by Amber Adams

Jerry and his wife had an important dinner to attend, so they called their neighbor Amber to watch their baby. She was so hot that Jerry was surprised his wife even let her in the house. When they came home early, found her watching porn, and using his wife’s dildo, they decided to give her what she was asking for. When she asked Jerry to make her pregnant, would he give her that, too?

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DADDY’S SORORITY SEDUCTION – An Erotic Story (Daddy Fantasies) by Amber Adams

Allison’s invitation to her sorority induction party told her to bring a handsome, unattached man as her guest. Her sexy stepfather was the perfect choice. Once they arrived, she found out that the six women in charge intended to seduce him. They offered to help her join them without his knowledge. Could she have anonymous sex with her handsome stepfather without getting caught?

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MY DAUGHTER’S NEW BIKINI – An Erotic Story (Daddy Fantasies) by Amber Adams

Aaron’s stepdaughter and her friend invited him to join them in the pool after their shopping trip and he agreed. He wouldn’t be able to spend time with her after she left for college. He had second thoughts when he saw how skimpy their bikinis were. Then they asked him to put sunscreen on them. Would one touch be enough? How would they react if they knew how much they turned him on?

“How do you write such hot sex scenes?”

This is the erotic writer’s equivalent to the question, “Where do you get your ideas?”

My response? “Hell if I know!”

I’m an intuitive writer. I sit down and I write. I’m not entirely sure how I do what I do, and when someone asks me to try to break it down, I’m often at a loss. For me, it’s like telling someone how to breathe. You just…do it.

But if I’m forced to try to explain how it is I get from point A to point B (I’m having scary ninth grade “show your work” math flashbacks now) I can do it. Eventually. So this is how I do it. It may not be how you do it, or how anyone else should do it. It’s just how I do it, and maybe that will help you, or someone else, get there too.

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THEY’RE ALIVE!
Your characters are alive and they are not the sum of their parts. They aren’t measurements or hair color or penis size. I’ve done sex scenes without mentioning any of the above. Don’t ask, “What would my character do in this situation?” Let them act. Let them decide. Let them speak. Let them feel. Especially let them feel.

GET TURNED ON
If you’re bored writing a sex scene, your readers will be bored. If you’re turned on, your reader will be turned on. The emotion you are feeling will be conveyed on paper. It’s a natural law of the writer universe. (This applies to any scene, not just sex ones, by the way. If it moves you to tears, it will move the reader as well).

DON’T STOP
If you’re turned on during a sex scene, really getting into it, your fingers flying over the keyboard, unless the house is on fire or we’re under nuclear attack, DON’T STOP. Never, ever stop in the middle of a sex scene. (This rule also applies well to actual sex). You will lose your momentum, and it won’t be the same when you come back to it. Your mood will have shifted, and the reader will feel it.

LUST
Human beings want. Our entire culture and economy is based on desire. We lust after the things we want. We dream about them. We fantasize about them. We want. And we want. And we want some more. Our bodies and our brains are hardwired for desire. We don’t just eat once and then we’re done. We don’t just have one orgasm and then it’s all over. We continue to crave what we want. Our emotions rule us, especially when it comes to sex. They’re naturally going to rule your sex scene, too. We don’t insert tab A into slot B because we’re following a blueprint manual. There’s a reason behind our physical responses, and that reason is always, always tied to emotion. Remember that. Use it.

Desire is what makes the sex hot. Make your readers wait for it. Foreplay begins with seduction, not with sex acts. It begins with eye contact. Flirting. Innuendo. It progresses, but slowly. Tease your readers. Tease yourself. Draw it out. Make it a long, slow burn. The best orgasms are the ones we wait a long time for. It’s no different when writing sex than it is doing it, really.

DON’T BE AFRAID
Don’t be afraid of the sex. Don’t be afraid of the fluids, the flesh, the human expression of our bodies. It is what it is. Some writers will tell you not to ever speak of bodily fluids. They’re above all that messy stuff. Thankfully, erotica and erotic romance have come a long way, baby. We can use the words cock and pussy now, and I would encourage you to do so. I wouldn’t suggest using the medical terms, however (i.e. penis and vagina) or euphemisms like “member” or “sheath.” Cock and Pussy are good. Think of them like peas and carrots. They go together. A few (and I mean a FEW) other words can work for a little variety. Prick or dick for example. Or cunt. No, don’t be afraid of the words we use during sex. It’s okay to talk dirty. “Please,” or “Now,” or “Suck me,” or “Lick me,” or “Harder. There. More.” These are words we’ve all spoken (I hope!) They naturally arouse. That’s a good thing. I’m not afraid of cum — I’m not even afraid of spelling it “wrong.” You shouldn’t be either.

THE GRAND FINALE
Once you reach the point of no return, you’ve built up to the sex, you’ve teased your readers (and your poor characters) enough, now it’s time to give them what they want. This is not the time to skimp. You can’t gloss over the orgasm. (Or orgasmS). We all (hopefully!) know what an orgasm feels like. Description doesn’t have to be technical here. There are spasms and contractions, there is throbbing and trembling, gasps, moans—the combinations are endless. You can and should include those, but don’t be afraid to move into the realm of metaphor. Sex can be like flying. It can be like falling. It can be like dying. This is the culmination of everything, the point you’ve been waiting for, working toward. Let your imagination go as wild as you would during an actual orgasm. Let yourself free.

DEFYING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS AND OTHER MISHAPS
On a practical note — your characters shouldn’t defy the laws of physics. Women cannot take twelve inches of hot man meat down their throats. An average vagina is only four inches deep. 44DD breasts cannot defy gravity. And if you’re using any of the above descriptions in your sex scenes, you need a basic writing course, not a primer on sex scenes. Also, don’t let your character’s clothes go missing. She can’t be wearing pantyhose one second and be taking it from behind the next. The clothes have to come off and be accounted for somehow. Trust me, your readers will notice if they aren’t.

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So that’s it. It’s not rocket science (or ninth grade math). That’s how I get from point A to point B—from a blank page to hot, sweaty sex scenes. Really, it’s no different from any other type of writing. I don’t write sex scenes any differently than I do scary ones or sad ones or violent ones. It comes from a place within me that is beyond me, beyond all of us, and I think as writers, we all know when we have tapped into that place. It feels a little like flying. Like falling. Like sex. Trust yourself. Breathe. And write. If your characters are alive, if you live and feel the sex scenes in the story yourself, I promise you that they will also come to life for your readers.

Selena Kitt

Erotic Fiction You Won’t Forget

www.selenakitt.com

For me, I love movies with brawny, muscular men who are thick and rough and can wield a giant sword as if swinging a toothpick. I like to imagine the cloud of male pheromones wafting from their sweaty bodies as they throw women over their shoulders and have their wicked way with them. I love anything that sparks that raw, primal sexual energy that pulses just beneath the surface of every red-blooded man on the planet. And if you throw in chain mail and/or a kilt, I’m in a sexual swoon. (I’ve tried to get my husband to don a kilt for me but so far, he’s declined. His loss. Who knows what kind of sexual wild woman is just waiting to be unleashed under the right circumstances? Oh, who am I kidding? I’m always chasing the poor man around the house no matter what he’s wearing!)

I guess that’s why I love writing alpha men who are borderline cruel. I’d probably never get along with these medieval heathens in real life as I’m much too sass-mouthed (I’d probably meet a messy end because I just don’t know my place) and independent to tolerate that kind of thing but in my secret heart of hearts, I love a dominant man. And a sexually dominant man? *shiver* Yeah, it really does it for me. Hold on a minute while I compose myself.

Ahem.

Anyway, sometimes when I watch certain movies my brain starts ticking and I can’t help the images that start flowing through my mind. That’s where the inspiration starts and then I just follow where the characters lead me.

Someone asked me recently if I ever worried about running out of ideas. I can honestly say, absolutely not. My brain is delightfully perverted and all it takes to get my motor revving is a good movie (or HBO series) to get my blood moving and my mind creating and suddenly, I’m itching to put words to cyber paper.

And yes, I have been known to frequent renaissance and Celtic faires just to get an eyeful of men in kilts and medieval garb. More inspiration! Oh, and I love those Scottish meat pies. Delish!

I’ve meandered – sorry, it’s late and I’m delirious – but my original question stands. What inspires you and why? Now, not everyone is a writer, so this question isn’t limited to writers. Perhaps you quilt or collect tea cups. I don’t know…but everyone is inspired by something! So share! I’d love to hear it.

Oh, and happy Monday!

Warmly,

Alexx

Why is it authors can write stories for years, get rave reviews, and only sell a modest amount of books, while other authors who aren’t nearly as talented are able to rise to the top?  Yes the top 100 of any book list on Amazon is filled with stories from talented authors.  Yet for just as many great stories on the top 100, there are as many poorly written, poorly edited, or obvious rip offs of bigger work that sit at the top of these best seller lists.

What is it that keeps these authors at the top week after week?  Is it who they know?  Is it that they’ve paid someone to gain the spot?  Have they somehow planned and schemed their way onto the list?  Are the story lines and characters so powerful and emotional that readers are willing to overlook the poor writing?

Or is it that we as a society have become willing to accept less than the best in our lives? I guess when we reach a point in our lives where we rave over receiving decent service at the drive through at McDonalds–where they haven’t screwed up our order and maybe actually said thank you–a service that should be the norm not the exception, then we’re willing to accept less in other areas of our lives.

Still, even if this is the case, what do these authors have that more talented authors are missing?  What makes them not only rise to the top but remain there as their fans continue to gobble up everything these authors pump out?  That’s the secret that has eluded many others for years. What is it about a particular author that makes them ‘The Next Big Thing’?

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On a side note to this blog post I’d like to let everyone know that I’ll be turning over my regular Sunday blog spot to author Adelaide Cooper.  That’s not to say I’ll be leaving entirely.  I enjoy the blog and my fellow writers way too much to leave.  Instead, I’ll remain the blog administrator and will be the fill-in blogger for those times when our authors are unavailable.  Thank you to all who have been and will continue to follow our blog and I’m sure I’ll see you around.

Ginny (Michelle)

I’ve also been on a bit of a journey lately regarding computers and software. I’ve stopped using Word as my main word processor and I now do everything in FocusWriter which I then copy and paste into Libreoffice . That works perfectly when I send my files to Amazon, Smashwords and other places for publication. I’ve even gone from using Mac to Windows to LINUX and now back to Windows again – it’s been all over the place this last few weeks but now I’ve tried something completely different. Yes, dear reader, I’ve started using voice recognition software .

In particular, I’m trying Dragon NaturallySpeaking for the PC. I’ve gone one step further than that – I’m actually dictating into my iPhone then e-mailing the resulting audio file to myself which is imported into the Dragon program. This magically turns my words into text on screen and guess what? It works! It actually works. It’s very strange at first talking rather than writing – I’m a writer, right? Well, you quickly get used to it and the biggest advantage I’ve seen is the sheer speed with which I can get my thoughts down onto paper, so to speak.

I’m a prolific writer. Sometimes I find that I simply don’t have enough time in the day to do the sheer amount of writing that I’d like so it only comes naturally that I should find a way of speeding up my workflow. In the past, I’ve always been sceptical about voice recognition software. Part of me feels it isn’t ‘pure’ enough, that a writer should actually sit slaving over a keyboard, back hunched and sweat dripping off her brow as she churns out word after word .

But my attitude has changed. I still have to edit, make corrections and get the story into a format that I am happy with. I have to say, however, that the Dragon software is surprisingly accurate, especially given my my bizarre regional English accent . Sometimes my family and friends can’t even understand what I’m saying . And yes, incredibly with just 20 minutes of training, Dragon knows my voice. I would say it’s about 90% accurate right now and I’m informed that gets even better as time goes on. So there you have it – I’m writing by talking. Who would have thought it? Oh, and in case you’re wondering, this entire blog post was dictated using my iPhone and transcribed in Dragon NaturallySpeaking . Not bad, huh?

Many people find various fabrics and textures to be sensual. The slipperiness of satin or the softness of fur can be very pleasant to touch. PVC (polyvinyl chloride), rubber and latex also can appeal to the sense of touch. They often are smooth but can also be bumpy or have other textures. In addition, these materials tend to create friction for the wearer or anyone interacting with the wearer.

Another uniting feature of these materials is that they tend to be stretchy and tight. When clothing made out of rubber or latex is worn, it is often skintight (there are exceptions). This “second skin” can be very erotic, both revealing and concealing at the same time. The tightness can also produce a sensation of bondage.

These materials also draw the eyes with shiny and matte textures. They can be manufactured in a variety of bright, appealing colors as well as your traditional black. PVC can even be made to imitate leather. In addition, many sex toys are made out of rubber, so wearing it almost seems a natural extension to using it.

These types of fabrics are not confined to the fetish realm. You can find many fashionable clothing items these days especially made out of PVC. You may also recall a certain lady in a skintight catsuit in a Batman movie. Models and music stars can also be found sporting garments that cross into this realm.

Like any activity, sexual or otherwise, you need to make sure you know what you’re doing and that you are being safe. You don’t want to end up like this gentleman.

So consider adding a little kink with rubber or latex. It’s a fun and easy way to mix it up.

What do you do to spice up your sensual life?