Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Paraplegic Skater Girl

I'm working on a new story that has a lot more depth than mine usually do! It's about a paraplegic girl who learns to use her wheelchair like a skateboard. Not sure how long it's going to be at this point, but I think it might be twice the length of what I've written before.

Want a sneak peek?

Here's the first page...

Wheelie Girl
by Evelyn Rae

I love the feel of wind in my face as I wheel fast. I lean forward just a little and give my wheel rims hard thrusts. The air lifts my hair and pushes over my skin. It’s yummy. I almost feel like I’m flying.
My favorite place to do this is the track in the park by my house. Its surface is smooth and there’s almost never anyone there. Just some old ladies walking on the far edge sometimes. I zoom past them on the inner loop.
I don’t have a racing chair. I just like building up speed and zipping along pretending I’m a bird. I barely notice my legs jiggling as I push. The only thing I feel is elation and the only thing I hear is my heart beating in my  rib cage. My boobs bounce slightly, but I don’t think anyone notices the rack on a paraplegic girl. Too busy tut-tutting over my legs.
I’m grinning like a fool when I finally take my hands off the wheels, coast for several seconds and allow my chair to come to a gentle stop. My windbreaker jacket is hanging off my shoulders and bunching up behind my back and I know my hair must be a fluffy wreck, with curls darting off in all directions. I can feel the ruddy glow of my cheeks rebelling against the chilly air.
That’s when I notice a man standing in the parking lot and looking over at the track. He’s a young man, around my age or maybe a little older and he’s got his hands deep in his pockets, causing his shoulders to rise. He’s looking at me.
Just as I meet his eyes, seeing how gray and deep they are, he frowns, darts his head and turns, walking back into the parking lot.  I frown too. Who is this man? I’ve never seen him before. I’m tempted to chase after him but there’s no way I’d catch up pushing my wheelchair over the grass.
Another part of me doesn’t want to be anywhere close to this stranger. Men are dangerous. We’re all told this from a young age. Be careful of men. They may want to rape you. And after my experiences with men, I might be even more distrusting than most.
Cold returns to me as my heart rate normalizes and the flush of going fast fades away. I shiver and pull my windbreaker back up to sit snugly on my shoulders the way it should. I push toward the parking lot, the zipper of my coat clinking rhythmically against the spokes of one wheel with a music like windchimes. The grass is rough and my upper arms ache as I force my wheels to turn. The uneven ground bounces beneath me, vibrating through my chair all the way up to my teeth. I’m concentrating and so I don’t look up until I reach the parking lot and the ground evens out.
Movement catches my eye and I look to the adjacent side of the lot where a group of skateboarders are enjoying a new half-pipe that wasn’t there even last week. I sit mesmerized by the way they swoop up the sides, grab the edge with one hand while their feet fly off into open air. It looks like a lot of fun.
Then I see something even more amazing. I roll forward, the palms of my hands making whispery sounds against my wheel rims, and my mouth hangs slightly open. There’s a guy in a wheelchair on the half-pipe. The chair itself is small and compact. The man is strapped to it and wears a helmet and knee-pads. At the top edge he pushes off and is completely in the air for a good three seconds. The chair connects with the side of the pipe and he gives it more speed, sailing up the other side. He lets one wheel go off the edge and swings around with an expert flick of his hands. I  try to imagine my body making this motion, my wheels soaring over the edge of the half-pipe.
I have to do it. I have to learn. I can only imagine the kind of wind I'd feel rolling down the incline of a half-pipe. This guy has got to teach me how to move like he does.
I'm about to roll over and try to get his attention when I hear a horn honk and then my mother is calling out her car window, “Chelsea! What are you doing over there?”
I sigh. I'm just putting my hands on my wheels to turn around when I happen to look up and straight into the guy's eyes. Even from several yards away with his helmet on I see the same gray eyes and I gasp. My stomach tenses. This is the man who was watching me?
I'm thrown. After all, I saw him standing up just minutes ago. But then, people need wheelchairs for different reasons. Some people can walk a little bit.
“Chelsea! We need to get going.”
I turn and wheel to my mom's car. Even though I’m twenty-two, my mother has gotten particularly protective after what happened to me. I still live at home and I don’t really mind it. I prefer to be around people. I don’t want to be left alone with my thoughts.
I open the back door and lean in. I press my hand on the seat and swing myself into the car. Mom makes hurry up gestures while I slip the wheels off my chair and load them in next to me. I lift my legs in one at a time. They are light and small, easy to move around. I grab my knee and pull them further in while I close the door.
“Did you have fun, sweetie?” Mom says.
“Yeah.” I'm not listening to her but watching out the window as she drives. I'm so coming back here tomorrow.
Because cover images really inspire me, I've already made one!

Monday, November 19, 2012

My competition?

I just discovered this short story (shorter than mine, but the same price: just saying! lol)

Breeding the Wheelchair Virign: Impregnating the Disabled by Terra Williams

Doesn't look like the author usually uses a disability theme, but this is just another take on her breeding stories.

Anyone read it? I'm a little curious... Let me know if you know of this story and what you think! :)

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

New Story: Female Amputee

I'm super proud of this one. I think this is one hot story!

Vicki is a DAK (double above the knee amputee) and she loves showing off her body in front of the camera. She doesn't mind being a model for a fetish site and the extra bonus is the hot photographer. If he is a devotee, then she is ready to rock his world.


“Okay, now spread your legs and lean forward just a bit.”
Vicki followed the photographer’s instructions, moving the short stumps of her legs apart until they touched the edges of her wheelchair, then pressing her hands in front of her black panties and rolling her shoulders forward, fixing the camera with a seductive stare.
“Beautiful,” the photographer said. His camera clicked rapidly.
Vicki tossed her sleek hair back over her shoulders and moved her hands to the tops of her legs. She stretched her fingers down the few inches of their length to where they both tapered off into plump, round stumps.
“Very nice,” his muffled voice sounded from behind the lens.
They were alone in the studio for Vicki’s first session. She had seen a call for disabled models and answered it straight away. She couldn't think of anything she loved more than showing off for a camera. Her mother had always called her a ham, which was not the most flattering word in Vicki’s opinion but she had to admit it was what she was. And the camera had always loved her back.
This was a small operation, but she had checked out their work and was confident that her photos would be put to good use, being sold on a fetish website and not just saved for the photographer’s personal use. There weren't that many chair chasers out there, so any site catering to them was going to be run tight. She hoped this was just part of a bigger modeling career, but she certainly didn't mind men and women looking at her and losing all control, pleasuring themselves with her image in front of them, while she was working on getting other kinds of gigs. She suspected she would never stop doing the sexy photo shoots no matter what other offers came along. It just delighted her too much to think of all those people aching with desire for her.
Vicki shifted again, leaning slightly to the side in her gorgeous, sleek wheelchair with its glitter purple tubing. She never felt more sexy than when she was posing for a camera. Particularly today, wearing only her lacy black panties and matching bra. She loved buying matching lingerie sets, but she never thought she'd have such a great opportunity to use them. 
The lights beat down on her, warming her skin. She wrapped her arms around her upper body, snaking one arm down the side of her face. This was just as much fun as she remembered from her teenage years posing for clothing catalogs. She used to dream of Playboy shoots even back then, but this was probably the next best thing for a double leg amputee.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

New story ideas

I get so behind on updating my pages here sometimes!!!

I like to be writing more stories :)

Full steam ahead, right?

A couple of nights ago my friends were laughing about the term "chair chaser." Immediately I thought "That has to be a story."

I'm off and running on that one!! Amputee model for a fetish site and the photographer who is enjoying every moment of it. Yum.

Still need to write more about Scott and Linda too.

Plus I started a cute story about a girl who does chair skating, as in wheelchair on a skateboard half-pipe. 

Saturday, September 22, 2012

A sequel! More Linda

I enjoyed writing My Paraplegic Boss so much that I was able to continue writing more about the characters.

Scott has found the sexy paraplegic woman of his dreams and she even enjoys sensual nights with him. If only he could be satisfied just playing with her paralyzed feet and making love to her in her wheelchair. 

But Scott wants more and Linda isn't willing to let him get close emotionally. If she can't let down her defenses, Scott might have to move on and give up the best sex of his life.

In this erotic short story, Scott will try to convince his sexy paraplegic boss to start a real relationship and go beyond racy nights together.


I'm not as fond of the cover on this one as the first. I might have to revise it. But it's what's inside that really matters and I think it will get you hot! (I know it got me turned on)

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Longer Stories

I am in the process of going back and expanding my work, as well as making my future stories a bit longer.

The one I'm working on now is currently ten pages and will be at least five more.

I've updated Home Alone to lengthen it and I'm working on a sequel for it too.

There's so much I want to do! Lots of good, sexy stories to be told :)

Saturday, September 8, 2012

My Paraplegic Boss

After a while away, I'm working on a new story for you all.

I think you're going to like it!

It's my first story with a paraplegic woman character.

I'll have an update with all the information in a few day's time!

UPDATE: And it's ready! Available at Kindle, Nook, or Smashwords (all formats). Check it out and download a sample to see if you like it. I'm working on a sequel now!

If you like paraplegic women, women in wheelchairs, hot paralyzed women, then this is the story for you. She's got the thin, atrophied legs and the cool wheelchair and our hero, Scott, can't stop thinking about his disabled boss.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Know What You're Getting

I have a review on one of my stories!

I was a bit surprised, since it's rare for people to leave reviews on erotica (I guess people don't want to be caught enjoying the freaky stuff, eh?)

The review made me laugh, though. It made two complaints.

1) The story is short.
2) The story is not that erotic.

It's pretty clear when you're downloading Bound that it is seven pages. It's 99 cents, so I think that's a fair price for a brief, titillating fantasy. (I find it's enough to get me off!) That's why I call them bite-sized fantasies.

I'm thinking I might start expanding my stories, though, making them longer and charging just a tiny bit more for them.

As for the erotic-ness of it, it's in the eye of the beholder, wouldn't you say? Let me be really frank. If you're not turned on by people breaking limbs and being trapped in casts, you're not going to get much out of my stories.

There's plenty of erotica for other interests, but not that much for cast bondage. That's what I'm here for. It turns me on so I know I can't be the only one. ;)

In light of the new review, I've added this disclaimer to my work:

**This is a short story and will only be erotic to people interested in casting. This story is fantasy only and the author would never wish these experiences on any real person.**

This means, there's no shame in liking this stuff. It's not for everyone, but it's also not hurting anyone for you to read and enjoy it.

 So I hope that you will enjoy it!

 And hey, it's always a good idea to sample a Kindle or Nook book before you buy, even when it's just 99 cents.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Short Story "Bound" Free today at Kindle

Bound is free today and will be back to $1.75 tomorrow!

Jack is immobilized by a multitude of broken bones after a skiing accident. He hires Lucy to take care of him, but she seems to have more of a taste for torture than comfort and Jack is at her mercy.

"'Lucy? Are you there?' Jack’s hoarse voice was barely over a whisper. He tried to lift his head to look around the room, but he was held tightly in place by the brace around his neck, his chin resting on its molded plastic. He was leaned slightly back in a wheelchair with a pillow behind him and so, only being able to move his eyes, he couldn’t take in much of the room.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

New Directions

I've become interested in the styles of erotica where there are images alongside stories. I'm going to start working on creating manga style cast stories. I'm very excited to work on this new skill!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Here's an excerpt from my new story, my first with a female character!
Gary frowned at her and hesitated. He darted into the bathroom and came back with a tall cup of water. He put a straw in it and set it up on the edge of the bedside table. “What else might you need?”
“It’s just a few hours, relax,” Nadia said. That morning Gary had shifted her body from their bed into a bulky wheelchair. Her two long legs were both encased in plaster casts all the way from her hips to the end of her feet, just her toes peeking out at the ends. They rested now on the two leg supports sticking out from the wheelchair at a ninety degree angle and there were pillows underneath them. Gary had placed pillows behind her back as well. Her torso was held firmly in a brace that connected to the brace around her neck. Her arms had mostly escaped damage and so she was able to push herself around their house a little bit.
Gary finally finished fussing and kissed her forehead before rushing out the bedroom door. She heard his feet on the wooden stairs at the end of the hall and the front door opening and closing. Once he was gone she shifted her eyes to the glass of water on the night stand and wondered how she would get her lips around that straw. 

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Why Erotica is a Wonderful Thing

I am so glad that there are erotica writers and erotic short stories. They allow us to connect with our inner being in a whole new way.

Let me tell you a story. I grew up in a very conservative community where sex was something dirty and not spoken about. It was understood that you would do it once you got married, but before then: don't talk about it or think about it. I knew so little about it and I was terrified of it. Sex was always hidden behind secrecy and talked about like it was evil.

When I went to college I remained a virgin. I hadn't even ever masturbated. In my Junior year a friend shared a book of erotic short stories with me and it opened me to feelings that I'd never had before.

It was beautiful.

My body felt warm and comfortable as I read. Everything about it felt right. It was because of erotic fiction that I began my journey towards a healthy relationship with sex and my own body.

I said recently that fantasy and reality are very different things when it comes to erotica. What turns me on is not remotely related to anything I would want to happen in real life. I don't think that's a bad thing. I think, rather, that it is fascinating that human beings have such a variety of ways to tap into the sexual energy within us.

It often gets tapped in unexpected ways, and that fresh new perspective can bring delight from surprising directions.

I enjoy my erotic fiction. I don't worry when I am turned on in fiction by something that is illegal in real life. My stories tend to have problems with consent on the part of the man. Real men I would never demean in this way. The men in my life are people I respect and revere. In fiction, with fake people, I can explore fascinating, deep, and dark places in the human soul.

Without the outlet of erotica, I would be afraid of where repression might take me.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Two New Stories

The first is a very brief fantasy, almost just a single moment, really. The description is: "Though Chuck is barely able to move after a car accident breaks most of his bones, he doesn't want to let his daughter down when she asks him to go outside for some fresh air."

The second is a slightly longer short story and I'm quite proud of it. The description is: "Judy is sneaking her boyfriend, Derek, away from the thugs who have already broken most of his bones. She can't do everything herself, though, and the handsome stranger who comes to her rescue is more than just a helpful guy."

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Fetish Map

I ran across this on another blog and found it really fascinating. I wonder if everyone is represented on here? Someone must have put a lot of work into this!

There's so many different sort of kinks out there. It makes me wonder if no one really gets to adulthood without at least one odd sexual connection. What odd connections our minds and bodies make between sex and other experiences during our formative times!

My kink is in the medical bondage section. Is yours represented? :)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Lost Lover

I'm joining in at Six Sentence Sunday where people showcase six sentences of their work! Here is my teaser from my recently published short story Lost Lover...
He entered her again, this time facing her. Arching his back into it, his stomach rubbed against her clit with each movement. Nicki grabbed hold of his neck and drew his mouth to hers while he thrust. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, gripping his hair. His tongue traveled across her teeth and dipped into her mouth, finding her own tongue. He tasted like wheat beer and mint.


Friday, February 10, 2012

Fantasy and Real Life

I was watching a documentary last week about pornography. It had a negative bias to it, definitely pushing the idea that what our culture values in porn will have an effect on how we treat people and think of people in real life. My own experience makes me think that's not really true.

Have you ever felt absolutely disgusted by what turns you on in your head?

I know I have many times. I was sleeping with someone once and we were talking about multiple orgasms. I told him that, even though I'm a girl, I've never had more than one in a day.
"Why?" he asked. "You wouldn't have a refractory period to wait out."
True, but my reasons were completely different. The images that I go to in my mind to get myself off really disturb me.

So once I've orgasmed, I can't stand to keep thinking about it. The pleasure is quickly overwhelmed with disgust and shame. Or it would be, except I just immediately move my mind to something else before I can think too much about it!

To my surprise, he expressed similar feelings about his own fantasies.

Maybe, I thought, most people have some things that both turn them on and creep them out at the same time. Things they would never, ever want to express in real life, but that just gets them over that orgasmic edge for whatever reason they don't understand.

And so I took one of my fantasies that disturbs me and I wrote it into a story.

Let me tell you, writing that story turned me on like crazy! I couldn't believe how hot it was making me. And I thought there must be other people out there who would be turned on by this story too.

My stories tend to be about men being powerless and humiliated. I don't worry about that as much as I used to since I watched that porn documentary and they showed clips from many of the most popular pornos. What they had in common was women being put into submissive and very humiliating situations. So, I just do the same sort of thing to the guys. 

Doesn't mean that I'm like that in real life! My boyfriend will tell you, I'm actually very sweet and I like him to be strong and in control. You'd never guess that from reading my stories!

Here's the description of the one I just finished. I'm quite proud of it...

Jack is immobilized by a multitude of broken bones after a skiing accident. He hires Lucy to take care of him, but she seems to have more of a taste for torture than comfort and Jack is at her mercy.

***“Lucy? Are you there?” Jack’s hoarse voice was barely over a whisper. He tried to lift his head to look around the room, but he was held tightly in place by the brace around his neck, his chin resting on its molded plastic. He was leaned slightly back in a wheelchair with a pillow behind him and so, only being able to move his eyes, he couldn’t take in much of the room. ***


Monday, February 6, 2012

The Strangest Way I Ever Started Dating Someone

I'm not coy. I say what I mean and I ask for what I want. I think that might be a bit unusual!

 At one point I found myself dating someone casually who was really driving me crazy. Any time I asked to spend time with him he acted like I was putting too much pressure on him.

Even when we were hanging out and I said I wanted to have sex, that was too much to ask.

 For example, one week I had gone seven days since I last saw him. We hung out with friends, then went back to his place. He hugged me and asked what I wanted to do. I smiled and said, "You know what I want to do." He pulled back and said, "Way to put pressure on the evening."

 So we watched TV and didn't have sex. We didn't have sex that evening when I slept over. We didn't have sex in the morning.

 I thought I could at least count on sex once a week since that was the only regular time I could see him, but it seemed not! I was going out of my mind with desire and if I tried to tell him that, he just got upset.

 So I decided I needed to start seeing someone else to take the pressure off the first guy. We were, as he often and emphatically stated, NOT in a relationship and NOT exclusive. I looked around at my life and tried to figure out what other guys I knew and which might be good people to sleep with.

One caught my attention right away. He was the friend of a close friend and had started hanging out in our group a lot. When I first met him he was dating someone, but they had recently broken up and I heard him once complaining about how he hadn't gotten laid in a long time. He was cute and I had liked him when I first met him, so an idea hatched in my mind.

 After another frustrating evening with the guy I was dating, I emailed my friend's friend and told him that I thought we had a common problem that we could help each other out with. Namely, neither one of us was getting laid.

 In retrospect, that email could have made things super awkward, but I was pretty confident that he'd be open to it. He wrote back and said he was interested, but would like to discuss it in person and figure out exactly what would happen. Sounded reasonable to me and we met up the next week for dinner. I explained that we could either 1) just sleep together and not ever think there would be the possibility of a relationship (the fuck buddy arrangement I explained in the last post or 2) we could sleep together and in the meantime see if we were compatible for something more. He said he didn't know me well enough to know which he would prefer, so we decided to go on some dates first.

 Two weeks later I didn't even have the desire to see the first guy any more! I was stunned to discover that my friend's friend was a fantastic match for me. We had a lot in common and similar outlooks on things. The physical chemistry was good and he had no problem fucking me every time he saw me.

 Without a doubt this is, to date, the strangest way I have ever started dating someone!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Fuck Buddy - Can it work?

Absolutely it can work.

 There's a lot of talk in pop culture now (including more than one romantic comedy) that this scenario never works and also that it can lead to relationships. Both of those messages need tweaking.

 I will agree that it is extremely tricky to make a "friends with benefits" situation work well, but it's not impossible. And btw, I just love that phrase "friends with benefits"! I think it's hilarious and very clever.

 It will not work if either party has real feelings for the other. If you're going into it hoping to turn it into something more, hoping to get the guy's attention and make him fall in love with you, that's going to be a disaster. I won't say that never happens, but I've never heard of it happening in real life, never seen it happen. I've seen too often women thinking that if they give the guy sex, then he'll fall for them while the guy thinks they're just doing the friends with benefits thing and never realizes that she's in pain.

 If you want something more from the guy than sex, don't agree to a fuck buddy arrangement. You'll drive yourself crazy. Much better to be honest with the guy and tell him that you like him and see potential between you.

 I've had a very successful fuck buddy relationship. It started with OkCupid, the online dating site. Of all the online dating sites I've tried, this is my favorite. It is free, which is great (although that does allow for a high percentage of crazy), and the matching is done mathematically and logically instead of by feel like so many other sites. Also, a high percentage of geeks there and I adore geeky men.

 I was browsing one day this summer when I saw a profile that was only a 50% match with me. That's pretty terrible. However, we had an unusual interest in common, so I emailed him anyway just to chat about it. To my surprise, he wrote back and we set up a date.

 We had two lovely dates, but even though he did all the right things, it was very clear to me quickly that we had absolutely no future. He was not geeky at all and we had very different ideas of what's fun and what we want in the future, etc. Everything about it said there was no future. I didn't even feel a desire to try to make anything work. But he was nice and I enjoyed spending time with him and we had great physical chemistry. 

So we started seeing each other just for sex. Which was fantastic. Neither one of us had to worry about checking in with the other person, keeping in contact with texts, asking about the other's day, but whenever I felt horny and frustrated, I could text him and that was that. I'd go over to his house and he'd cook me dinner, we would watch a movie on his couch, then he would light candles, play music, and we'd have awesome sex. (No one else has ever lit candles and played music for me before!) It was perfect because we both knew that we weren't ever going to be in love or in a relationship.

It's nice to have someone you can turn to when you're horny. Of course I masturbate, but I just don't find that very satisfying. I want human touch and kissing and all that stuff! The arrangement came to a natural end when he moved away in December. We're still friends in the sense of posting on Facebook and texting occasionally. It really was the ideal fuck buddy situation!

Friday, January 27, 2012


I've always been drawn to men who were older than I and had never dated anyone even a single day younger until this year.

A few months ago a guy five years younger than me asked me out and I went with it.  I'm 29 and he is 24. My expectation was that I would find him too immature. After all, he's younger than my little brother! However, that did not turn out to be the case. In many ways it did feel like we were the same age.

Honestly, it's not that much of a gap. It just looks wider because of how young we are.

On our first date I asked how old he thought I was and his guess was 27. Not too bad :) I told him the truth and he wasn't bothered by it.

Eventually we did split because of being in such different places in our lives and needing different things from a lover.  But before that I found it rather hilarious when we were in bed together and he told me that based on my enthusiasm for sex, he would think I was 23.

This comment interested me because it revealed an interesting assumption.

For men it might be true that late teenage years and early twenties are when they are most sexual, most full of lust and desire, most easily turned on.  We seem to forget that that's not true of women. At least, on average. Being on the cusp of turning 30 I can say that I believe the research that says women experience all of that sexual peak energy at around this age!

In terms of sexual compatibility, an early twenties guy and an early thirties girl are likely to be a good match.


Welcome to my blog!

I'm a writer just starting to branch into erotic stories. I've written literary and romance in the past, but I love sex and I want to bring the joy of sex to my writing.

Here I will tell stories from my own dating life and share excerpts from my fiction.

For some background on me...

I grew up in a conservative culture in North America with a strong "no sex until marriage" message. Not an uncommon experience.

I had a lot of terror built up about it, which meant that I was still a virgin at 24. Saying that I wouldn't sleep with someone until I got married was an easy way to avoid facing the fact that I was scared of it.

In particular I was scared of the vulnerability of allowing someone else to be inside of me.

At that point, being in graduate school and far from home, I decided I was ready to do it. Easier said than done! It took about six months of consistent effort with a boyfriend I loved before I was able to lose my virginity.

When I finally did it, I was disappointed. It didn't seem that special. I didn't see why it is such a powerful force in the experience of life.

It took several more years and other partners before I began to like it and soon I was loving it. Now my preference is daily sex. I make it a priority in my life.

The teenage girl I was would be horrified at the woman I've become at 30, but this woman is happier in every way than that teenager was! So I feel like I'm on the right track.