connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
This moment…
“Please don’t stop…”
The scent of curry was so strong. She squeezed her legs together. If she squeezed them tight enough, she would make herself come.
Jackson slipped his hand between her legs again.
“You don’t come until I let you, don’t worry. I am going to set you on fire…”
He pulled her hair as he kissed her, her breasts were heavy with need as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts unceremoniously from the cups of her bra…
If you sign up for my newsletter, you can get full access to this story here.
More My Sexy Saturday here:
Josephine adjusted her bowtie, when she saw her reflection in the mirror above the bar. Jackson teased her, that it was her preening mirror.
“Who’s the girl?” he questioned her with a smile.
“Just want to look good Jackson,” she smiled her smile that made him melt.
Before he knew that she liked girls, Jackson had been very excited that she was going to tend bar with him. He was a gentleman, not a hard flirt at all and she had been enchanted with his infatuation. They became fast friends, and he often marveled at how quickly she picked up women. She didn’t even have a technique—women just flocked to her.
Jake had not stopped smiling at her, Josephine saw out of the corner of her eye. But she was more interested in the retro glamour stunner who sat at the bar with the lame guy, who brought woman after woman there with one goal in mind. He was not nearly so successful as Josephine in the art of the pick-up, and Josephine wanted to get closer to the girl he was with. It gave her no small pleasure that the retro beauty looked at her up and down appreciatively. Josephine and Jackson wore the same uniform, but Josephine filled it out with her voluptuous tits and ass. Hell the guy with the girl had tried to come onto her once, but she had served him an icy scotch in a cocktail tumbler.
Josephine saw that the girl looked at her body. It did not mean anything, Josephine was the kind of woman that made other women look at her with longing whether they were into women or not.
She gave the girl a soft smile, as she walked over to them.
“Would you like another honey?” Josephine questioned sweet and softly, running her hands over her pants that she had creased perfectly.
The guy answered for her no, but the girl said yes,
“With extra cherries.”
The guy called her Kitty, before Kitty got up and went to the bathroom. She was clearly upset, and Josephine made eye contact with Jackson to go check on her. Rubbing her hands over her creased pants, Josephine looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts.
She would make Kitty all better…
My contribution to Friday Flash, is a flash prelude to this story. If you want to read more about Josephine, you can find her here. I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Yesterday I used “roll,” today I am using “crease.”
Read all of the Friday Flash contributions here.
“Do you have any questions for me?” Alice asked Fiona.
Alice stared at Fiona. She could not explain the way that she felt. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Fiona. Nothing at all, and maybe that was why she was so defensive. Her prettily made up expression in the ornately framed mirror they had gotten at a flea market in Paris, was strange to her now.
When she fell in love with Fiona, Alice thought that that was going to be all for her. Fiona was beautiful, smart and talented. The life that they had together was the most amazing life Alice could ever have imagined, she went to bed and woke up happy. Fiona treated her like a princess, Josephine had said that she seemed like a princess when she saw her the first time.
Josephine.
Alice could still feel Josephine’s lips on her. From the first time they made out at the auction house, and from tonight at the bar. She took Fiona there because she wanted to see Josephine, but that had been a thoughtless move. The look of hurt on Josephine’s face had been too much to bear, when she saw her with Fiona. When Alice walked into the bathroom later, Josephine was already there and stared at her in the mirror.
“I’m sorry…” Alice had said to her. “I am sorry Jo…”
Josephine turned around, and looked at her. Alice could not say another word. Her head rolled against the wall as they kissed. Her hips rolled toward Josephine’s, when she cupped Josephine’s full breasts in her hands. Alice buried her face in the crook of Josephine’s neck, and Josephine caressed her back softly.
“Your queen is waiting for you…” Josephine said unceremoniously, walking away.
Alice watched Josephine walk away from her, before she turned to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was not smudged. Fiona did not say anything to her when she returned to the stool beside her at the bar, they seemed like the perfect couple as always across from Eliza and Oscar…
…and Josephine.
But as soon as they got into the cab, there was tension. Fiona walked past her and poured herself scotch, as soon as they were in their apartment. She stared at her for such a long time without saying anything, that Alice confronted her.
“Do you have something to ask me?” Alice asked urgently.
“Alice…” Fiona began.
Alice stared at her girlfriend, she would answer any questions that she asked her. She would never lie to Fiona.
“Alice, let’s go to bed…”
The questions that Fiona did not ask were heavy in the air. Alice stood in front of her. Confrontational again.
“What?” Fiona asked, her voice slurred. “I said let’s go to bed.”
And so they did.
I have started a new project, The Verb List, based on this list by Richard Serra.
More Wicked Wednesday here:
go ask alice via wikipedia
Nichy was half-asleep, and felt like she was in a dream state.
She remembered everything that Tyler had said, she remembered that he said he was in love with her. She fell asleep hearing the timbre of his voice like a mantra saying he loved her. His sweet nothings in her ears, felt like he was playing with her clit.
Pressing herself to him, he immediately half covered her body.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“I can’t sleep with you beside me,” he said. “I have just been thinking about what we did…”
“Me too, you said you loved me…”
“I do…”
“I love you, I did not want to fall in love with you…”
“Why?”
Nichy felt shy with him looking at her, and ran her finger over his bare skin. His skin was warm, and made her melt.
“I never really knew you, even though we hung out all of the time.”
Tyler took her hand in his.
“And I was always coming onto you…”
“Yeah, it was a bit cheesy. Until we slept together, I never expected to feel so connected to someone while having a threesome…”
“Sex is always intimate for me, I am not really casual about it. I wanted to be close to you like, I wanted to be intimate with you…”
Conversation lowered between them, because it was not needed.
“I want you naked inside me, I want to feel you…” she sighed.
Having been with him without protection once, made her feel like she was not sure she was ever going to want to have protected sex with him again. Tyler entered her, and it was so much more intimate without any barriers between them. The heat of him warmed her, as he moved inside her.
“You feel so good,” he said, chewing on her ear. “I can’t get close enough to you…”
“I know,” she said hoarsely. “I know…”
Being with him felt like a dream, but she was wide awake…
More Masturbation Monday here:
briullov dream via wikipedia
Sometimes, a conference is like a vacation. Tamara was definitely is in a vacation mood, as she eyed her bespectacled colleague, Clifford. But even though she planned on seducing him, seems like he was of the same bend:
“I want to taste you…” he said…
You can read the entire story here, in my previous post. I wrote this story for Kink of the Week, and I have to say…it is a kink of mine. I do love boys in glasses!!!
More My Sexy Saturday here:
lipstick via wikipedia
His lips surrounded the edge of his glasses, and Tamara felt it like it was her clit. There was the old adage that men do not make passes at girls who wear glasses, but there was nothing against making a pass at a man with glasses. Tamara was at a conference with Clifford, and she figured she was never going to meet him again, so there was nothing to stop her from approaching him.
From telling him exactly what she wanted from him.
She was in the hotel lobby, watching him suck on the edge of his glasses while he looked at the pamphlet for the conference. He was leaning against a column, and she leaned against the one diagonal from him. He never even looked up at her, but she felt such a fever between her legs.
“Hi,” she said, as she leaned against the column he was leaning against.
Clifford looked at her, as he put his glasses on.
“Tamara?”
Tamara pressed the inside of her thighs together, at the sound of her name on his lips. That he remembered her name, and used the right emphasis.
“Yes, Clifford?” she questioned, as if she was not sure.
He nodded, and smiled at her with his gaze fixed on her eyes in the way that let her know that he did not want to look further down her body. Tamara liked to wear dresses that covered her body, but that also showed off all of her curves. She loved her curves because they were hers, and she was not afraid to flaunt them. She was there as a financial specialist, so it was a given she had the brains.
But she was not afraid of her beauty.
Clifford was trying to be respectful, and pulled at his bowtie.
“Yes, I was just looking at the schedule for tomorrow.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Why no, I have not.” He looked at the bar that was parallel to them. With almost a silent consensus, they sat at one of the tables with plush scarlet chairs covered with scarlet and plum candles. Tamara could hold her liquor, but even though she could a glass of deep red wine beside Clifford on an empty stomach was intense. She was drunk before she even raised the glass to her magenta mouth, and was completely drunk by the time his naturally cherry lips touched hers. He had put his glasses to the side, and pulled her close.
“I want to taste you…” he said, against her jawbone.
Tamara watched her magenta lips part in pre-orgasm in his hotel room dresser mirror. Clifford sucked on her clit, the very same way that he had sucked on the frame of his glasses.
Perspiration beaded her temples like diamonds, as she watched him now. All this time later, she still had such a visceral reaction to his glasses—on his face, or in his mouth…
More Kink of the Week here:
lipstick via wikipedia
I remember the first time I met C.P. McClennan, and his lovely wife in Bristol at Eroticon. I remember the last time I saw them in New York…I can tell you they are awesome, lovely people. C.P. astounds me, because he is one of the most prolific writers I know–and he writes sci-fi that makes me HOT! Excuse me, I need a moment…you know what? Let me just hand the post over to C.P. …
You might need a moment too…
For the love of Savannah
First off, thank you to my friend F. Leonora Solomon for the kind offer of a guest post on her site. I’m a bit later than planned, as I seem to recall the initial offer was a year back. I was busy writing something or other, though, and never got to it until now.
Oh right. I remember now.
That something or other is my newest release of Darwin’s Sword – Savannah Book Two. This is the second book in The Savannah Trilogy, with the third coming in October of 2016.
First, allow me to introduce myself. Who am I?
“I’m 24601!!!”
I’m sorry. There are good reasons why I should never sing.
My readers know me as C.P. McClennan. I write for my sex-blogging and erotic fiction website, Stranded in Toronto. My friends simply know me as Chris.
I write a lot of erotica mixed with sci-fi, horror, humor, urban fiction, or whatever. I just can’t write romance. It is hard enough getting past the raised eyebrows at being a male erotic writer in a traditionally female field, but then avoiding romance sends the other eyebrow skyrocketing alongside its brethren.
I came at this from a different direction than most. Although I have read some traditional romance novels, my influences are more from the likes of Douglas Adams, Stephen King, and Neil Gaiman. My cauldron also adds in crime procedurals by Lillian O’Donnell and Ed McBain. The closest influence in the traditional romance writers would be J.D. Robb.
But enough about me.
Savannah is someone I rarely talk about.
Okay, and I write a lot of fiction, so as that last sentence proves, I often lie.
Savannah began in late April of 2013 when I found out I had a work trip to Savannah, Georgia coming up that June. A discussion ensued with a fellow sex-blogger, Stella Kiink, as to how cool the name Savannah would be as an erotic character.
The first short story was written after that. It was more intended as a part of another ongoing series I was writing on my website, called “The Songbirds.” That short story became the first chapter of Just Prey – Savannah Book One, which released in February of 2015.
“Just prey, they said…they were supposed to be just prey.”
Savannah in Just Prey – Savannah Book One
Obviously, the story took on its own life beyond the initial intent. “The Songbirds” main characters, Nigel and Sheila, have become prominent characters in both of the first novels as well. Even more so in the third, but I can’t share all that much about it yet.
Savannah is an alien from the planet Kettelgian. Go ahead, try and pronounce that…I dare you. I’ve been writing the word for five years now and still can’t decide how to.
She is sent to Earth to prepare for eviction. The Kettelgian are succubus, and feed on the sexual energies humans give off during orgasms. The results are quite devastating to humans, as one might imagine. This situation becomes far worse, however, when Savannah realizes she loves a human and can no longer go through with her mission.
She was sent to activate “The Predator” who has been on Earth a very long time. Instead, she tries to stop him.
In book two, The Predator has more of his past story told that includes well-known historical characters. This will be the first time I mention this openly, but bringing Arthur Conan Doyle, Bram Stoker, and a third (sorry…for the third, you’ll just have to read the book) into the mix was an absolute blast.
“Oh shit, Arthur. Now I really need that drink.”
Bram Stoker in Darwin’s Sword – Savannah Book Two
Darwin’s Sword opens with Savannah and Gerald chasing down the Predator in an attempt to save the few humans left. A shocking discovery of a human colony and the introduction of The Assassin take them deep into the darkness of space.
The story, so far, rides the rails between horror, erotica, and science fiction. Book three will move much more into the horror side of all this.
The third book is The Orphan War – Savannah Book Three, and will be out October 7, 2016.
“Oh, you know. We had an orgy. Everyone came.” – Savannah
“Wise ass.” – Nigel
The Orphan War – Savannah Book Three
I do have other releases, by the way. Next to Savannah, my longest running releases would be the seven (as of post time) short stories of Skelly Manor. Parts 8-10 are in my draft folder and will finish my writing of the series this coming July before I pass that baton onto another friend, Aaron Abby to carry on. A series based on a fictional swingers resort in a factional area I know rather well, The Kootenays, which are a range of the Canadian Rockies. A series that, for me, has now run its course but Ms. Aaron will be blowing new life in with a set of stories following that.
Screaming was all Millie could hear as she walked along the
fourth-floor hall passing other rooms towards her own.
Good screaming. Orgasmic screaming.
Snowbound, The First Skelly Manor Short Story
More of a humorous bit, Director Jake is another character who began life as short stories on my web page about a porn director where things just can’t seem to go right.
Jake raised his hand intending to yell cut again. It seemed moot,
however, once the sheets ignited from the hot bulb against them
Director Jake
I will take this opportunity, and am pleased to announce, that this will now be a series as Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson will be on Amazon Kindle June 17.
There is a new piece that I have begun work on. In fact, it will likely be showing up on my short erotica posted on my blog in the very near future (or near past depending on when Lady Solomon posts this). “On The Drift” is a working title, but it will be the follow-up to Savannah. It will be my attempt to work erotica into a space opera universe. I’m not in a position to share much more here as, much like space itself, the idea is very fluid and keeps expanding.
So that’s it for now.
So many see erotica as being the literary equivalent of porn. My attempt here is to be a hybrid between how people view erotica and the more modern popular genres. It always feels more real to me knowing my characters actually have libido to deal with rather than simply being driven by one over-riding factor such as greed, power, or ego.
Whether horror, sci-fi, or humor, both protagonist and antagonist are going to want to have sex at some point.
My Savannah Trilogy shows this well. Might just be worth taking a look for you to see how.
Eliza grabbed Josephine’s arm, right before she got out of the reach.
“Josephine, wait…”
Josephine stared at Eliza, with empty eyes.
“What?” she asked, just as emptily.
“I need to know about you and Alice. Fiona,” Eliza began, feeling protective of her sister-in-law to be. “is Rafe’s sister and…Alice and her have been together for awhile…”
“Are you kidding me?” Breaking into hysterical laughter, Josephine pressed her head to the wall and stared at her friend. “Sometimes, I bartend at special events, and I was at the auction house where Alice works. She looked like an ice princess, and her boss looked the queen with their matching strings of pearls…”
Eliza froze when Josephine inadvertently mentioned Polly, but then she shook her head to encourage her to continue her story.
“She looked like an ice princess, but she kept looking at me while tugging at her pearls. And she looked like a princess, so I could not keep my eyes off of her. She only got drinks from me, even though there was a bartender closer it her than me. She would give a drink to her boss, and then sip hers still looking at me. Blood and sand, that was what they both had. I had to work, but she was so gorgeous, I could not stop staring at her.”
Josephine stared toward the door, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wet, and Eliza fought the urge to wipe the tears away from her friend’s cheeks.
“I wanted the night to end because I really wanted to go home and think of her, while I made myself come. Thinking about her tight sweater and pencil skirt, would have made it so easy for me to come…I never thought…”
“Thought what?” Eliza pressed.
“Never thought that she would be on her knees before me. I thought she was drunk, but she was not. Alice wrapped her arms about my legs, and kissed my thighs in the ladies’ room. She said I was so beautiful, and she could not keep her eyes off of me. I heard out of her mouth everything I was had felt all night. I got on my knees, and we kissed like mad. I was off for the evening at that point, and I wanted to touch her all night so I was in complete bliss…”
Eliza sat on the edge of the chair in the bathroom, and continued to watch Josephine, who looked visibly calmer remembering.
“I’ve been in contact with her, and she never told me…and then to walk into my bar. My bar…”
Josephine walked back to the bar now, and Eliza did not stop her.
Eliza paced herself slowly to go back to the bar. Josephine remained the consummate professional, and made more drinks for all of the people at the bar. Including Fiona and Alice. It was a long time later that she went to the bathroom, and Alice followed her.
Eliza fell into Oscar’s embrace, and wondered if Alice was going to get on her knees before Josephine again.
Fiona looked at Eliza and Oscar with a lopsided grin.
“All the lovers are out tonight…” Fiona mused ironically.
Eliza smiled at her, squeezing Oscar’s hand and wondering if Fiona had any idea what she was saying.
More Wicked Wednesday here:
pearls via wikipedia
