Before I started reading and writing erotica, my own erotic language was quite subdued. I referred to my vulva and vagina as “kitten” and only in my hottest moments with hubby would I refer to his penis as “cock”. I had never really given much thought to the specific language I used in an erotic setting. Continue reading “The problem with writing erotica: erotic language”
Writing erotica is a lot of fun. It’s sexy and hot and I love letting my imagination wander. It also comes with its own set of challenges though, and in this blog post I would like to take a look at one of these challenges. Continue reading “The problem with writing erotica: tangled limbs”
Her eyes were enormous in her face. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
I felt a pang of pity for her, but squashed it. She had asked for this. ‘Please what?’ I asked, deliberately making my voice hard. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #18”
Dressing up in the bedroom is always fun, but up until recently the extent of my dressing up has been stockings and high heels, items already in my possession. I never really felt the need to buy something especially for the purpose of sex and seduction. When hubby intimated that he would like me to dress up in a sexy latex-like dress, I decided to give the Ann Summers Zuri wet look dress a try. After all, if it turns him on, I’m game. Continue reading “Product review: Ann Summers Zuri wet look dress”
I’ve done it again. I started my new erotic novel about a month ago and I have just decided to scrap the whole thing and start over. Over 30,000 words in the bin. It’s painful, but the right thing to do. The reason for this drastic rewrite is that I once again started writing from the wrong angle.
Continue reading “Write fearlessly”
Dance like no one is watching.
I love that saying. I try to live by it as well. I love dancing and I do far too little of it. I don’t really go out dancing that often anymore – really only at the office Chrismas party – but when I do, you can’t get me off the dance floor. And I don’t care who watches. It has always been a dream of mne to learn how to pole dance, but I am too old and weak to learn that now. Alas, a missed opportunity. Continue reading “Reflection time – be bold”
I was having a conversation with my new friend. We are both budding erotica writers and were chatting about erotic language. In bantering with me, she described herself as a dirty slut. I was taken aback. For me, the word “slut” had negative connotations and I was uncomfortable with her use of the word. Continue reading ““I am a dirty slut””
Babysitting the Baumgartners is a novella by Selena Kitt. Ronnie has been the Baumgartners babysitter for years. When the Baumgartners invite her on a holiday to Key West, Ronnie jumps at the chance. She is eager to have a bit of relaxation while working on her tan. However, Doc and Mrs B have something more exciting in mind and when they set out to seduce Ronnie, she finds there is much more to the Baumgartners than she had imagined. Continue reading “Book review: Babysitting the Baumgartners”