Short Story "Bound" Free today at Kindle

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

Description...

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.

Excerpt...
"'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.

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!

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. 

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.

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."

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!

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oHn0OJ47rs/Tj1nwEs0vxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/IOQ9oDBoxm0/s1600/fetishmapbig.gif

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

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.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0074BOLGC
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/128638