June 30, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Drabble #31

Prompt: Summer Cold


I wake up at 7:30 and the first thing I do is switch on the air conditioner; the sun is barely up and already it’s baking. The heat simmers on through noon and then at 1:30 on the dot, the temperature plummets and rain falls out of the sky; I shut off the air conditioner and crack the windows a bit, let the heat out. At 6 p.m. it’s down 75 degrees, practically frigid for June in Texas. When the water stops, I open up the windows all the way and let the cool, clean air in.

June 29, 2010

Confession Tuesday

I confess that I'm supposed to go out dancing tonight, but bad weather and a rough few days make me want to retreat and snuggle up with a good book. I might just be a hermit. I think I need a break from my social life. And from writing.

I confess that even though the rain has me feeling lethargic, I am grateful for the storms. We needed them here in Austin.

I confess that I got my nose pierced on Saturday, and I love it! There's a beautiful (fake) opal on the left side of my nose, and it's lovely. So glad I did it.

I confess that I have been having trouble sleeping.

I confess that I am looking forward to free Chipotle tomorrow. This brightens my bad mood considerably. As does a cancelled meeting.

Drabble #30

Prompt: Stitches
(And, as it turns out, a continuation of yesterday's drabble)

The outside of my lip sewn up into a neat line, but the inside has been ripped apart so deeply that the stitches can barely hold it together. Dead skin peels away from the threads, fills my mouth with a permanent acrid, rotten taste as it withers and breaks away. The humidity of my mouth shrinks the fibers, pulls them tighter so that each attempt to open my mouth is more painful than the last. I have to persuade the doctor to take them out early - my mouth may not be ready yet, but I can’t live like this.

June 28, 2010

Smut Marathon Round 2!

Smut Marathon Round 2 is live! The prompt for this round was "Secret," and in keeping with the theme, Alison Tyler posted all of the entries anonymously. In the interest of good sportspersonship, I'm not going to say which is mine. Just vote for the best one. These are short - 250 words each, and only 13 stories this time. Voting will stay open until 11:59 p.m. on July 4th.

Drabble 29

Prompt: The kindness (or not) of strangers

Nothing can justify that you were a reckless driver that night, that you cost me my scooter, my two front teeth, and my memories of that day, that I lost weeks of my life dealing with injuries and emotional fallout. But at least you stayed. It could have been a hit-and-run; you could have left me to deal with the medical bills and insurance companies without ever having a clue of who did this to me. At least you called the police, gave your statement, accepted the ticket. That in and of itself is enough for me to forgive you.

Torn*Shredded*Whole

Alison Tyler has started a blog called Torn*Shredded*Whole, and it's devoted to my favorite fashion item - jeans. And I'm proud to announce that I have a post up about my favorite jeans and how they survived my March scooter wreck (along with the rest of me). Check it out!

June 27, 2010

Sunday Pleasures

This feature (which I hope I'll get around to doing every Sunday) loosely inspired by Shanna Germain's Weekly Pleasures at her own blog.

This weeks theme: Pleasures in Austin.

Mad props to Gil at Diablo Rojo, who gave me an excellent nose piercing last night. This shop is totally professional and wonderful. Highly recommended.

I tried Black Sheep Lodge with my boyfriend and friends on Tuesday. Fantastic cocktails, great beer list, and AMAZING bar food. Best bar food ever. Especially the fried cheese curds.

I saw Amber of VAMPS Pole Dance perform at a showcase yesterday, and she was amazing. I need to look at my budget (both financially and time-wise) and see if I have the ability to take her class!

I get to got to Peche tonight to celebrate 2 years of marriage! Whee!

Austinites: be sure to get tickets to Giants in Those Days by the Weird City Theater Company. It's going to be a fantastic show. I can't wait! I should mention that the lovely Terri Lynn Hudson and Jenni Bauer are friends of mine, and they are awesome.

Drabble #28

Prompt: Insignificant

A college party, nothing more important than that. I'm dressed for attention - my GPA and scholarship don't matter tonight. I catch your eye - don't know your name, your major, your interests, but those are just unnecessary details. We dance - you really know how to move; that's what hooks me. Back to your dorm, the hall and room number all I have to identify you. That and the way you use your hands, your lips, your cock, the way you make my body writhe. I hope I find you again - someone so good should not remain anonymous.

June 26, 2010

Drabble #27

Prompt: Significant

The one-line notes you write on the back of old receipts, then slip into my purse or my book for me to find later. The picnic on my front lawn. A smoothie. Fresh mangoes. Boxed macaroni and cheese. Knowing you read all of my stories. Whispering secrets that aren't actually secrets at all. Long walks after dark. Old television sitcoms. Text messages sent when we're right next to each other. Sitting in a coffee shop and working away the afternoon together, separate projects, overlapping lives. A collage of so many little things ends up making such a beautiful big picture.

June 25, 2010

Drabble #26

Prompt: Heat


The kitchen is so full of steam and pressure that the air ripples. What was she thinking, cooking a full dinner in August?Normally, she spends the month eating salads, fruit, and ice cream. But she wants to impress this guy. She'll barely have time to get ready, especially since she has to shower, now that she's dripping in sweat. A knock at the door. Shit, he's early. But before he's even in the house, they're kissing, and by the time she shuts the door, his hands are up her skirt. Dinner is going to burn, but it doesn't matter.

June 24, 2010

Moment of Victory

I just sent in a submission for the MindFuck Fiction Pride anthology, part of their Seven Sexy Sins series. This means that I have officially met my goal of sending in one story for each of the seven anthologies.

Now, whether or not I get published in all of them remains to be seen. But that's not really the point. What was more important was stretching myself creatively, write seven new stories, and get them all submitted by their respective deadlines. And I did!

Making it into all seven anthologies will be icing on the cake; what's more important is that I accomplished this goal I set for myself. I've already had my gluttony story accepted for Eat Me, the first anthology in the series. If that's the best I do, I'll be content. (But I'm crossing my fingers for acceptance into the other six!)

Drabble #25

Wahoo! 25% done!

Prompt: The last time you loved

You knew it was going to end. You made your decision to love and to be hurt. But even when you saw it coming, you weren't prepared. Even when there was a date circled on your calendar, even when you planned your final night together, you still weren't ready when the sun came up and it was time to say goodbye for the last time. You managed through the parting, but when alone, the weight of two years collapsed around you. You were never good with endings, but hey, you don't get sympathy from me, you brought this on yourself.

June 23, 2010

Drabble #24

Prompt: Shore

Two Adirondack chairs, two beers, two lovers reuniting after years apart. Sometimes the currents drag us away from our loves - sometimes one person is rooted and the other rides the tides of wanderlust. But love endured in its own way, and this meeting, though it will only last a few days, is a time for laughter, joy, and communion. Soon, he'll be off to see the world again; he can't stay in one place very long. But for now, there have chairs, beer, the beach, and sunset over the ocean. Their hands join as the process of communion begins.

June 22, 2010

Confession Tuesday

I confess that yesterday, I did four hours of freelance work, took a test for a proofreading job, finished and submitted one story, made revisions on another, got some quality reading time in, and spent four hours in the dance studio, and still felt as though I didn't accomplish enough.

I confess that I feel guilty whenever I can't make a deadline for an anthology, even though in order to meet every single deadline I'm interested in, I'd have to be independently wealthy and not need an actual paying job.

I confess that learning how to not be so hard on myself is tough.

Vote in a new contest

The Literotica 2010 Nude Day Erotic Story Contest is in full swing, and I have a story up! Please visit the site, read the stories, and give them the votes they deserve.

The contest is being updated daily until July 11th, so you still have time to submit an idea if you have one!

Drabble #23

Prompt: Dog Days

It's almost too hot to fuck. Even with the air conditioner, I'm sweaty and sticky. Even with the blinds drawn, the sun comes in at harsh angles. Even with the ceiling fans, the air feels stale and heavy. The sun is barely up and already I don't want to move. But your barely-awake body is still enticing. I can't help but run my finger up and down your damp flesh. Fully awake now, you roll over to kiss me. Even though I think it can't get any hotter, our temperatures spike, and it's not too hot to fuck after all.

June 21, 2010

Drabble #22

Prompt: Storm

The crack of thunder rouses me from sleep, but you're blissfully immune to the noise. My mind is foggy but my body is on alert. The storm intensifies, my brain returns to consciousness. I consider getting up to read, but then my alarm clock display disappears; the power has gone out. So I attempt to soothe myself, index finger on my clit, middle finger reaching into my pussy. Though I try not to disturb you, something - the storm, my pheromones - rouses you. "Let me join in," you murmur, your cock returning to consciousness before the rest of you.

Drabble 21

Prompt: The first thing you broke


What was my mother thinking, taking two rambunctious five-year-olds into the grocery store? Especially my cousin. I can normally be trusted to be good, but Lydia is a bad influence, and my mother knows it. But my aunt needed a break, so off Lydia went on our errands. We're both bored from the moment we walk into the store, and those shelves look just perfect for climbing. So we begin our ascent, and within minutes, a jar of spaghetti sauce is cracked and bleeding on the floor. We don't even try to hide when my mother finds us; we're doomed.

June 19, 2010

Various bits of good writing news

First, I'm thrilled to announce that I have a story published at Every Night Erotica. This is a great site, and I'm very excited to be a part of it.

Second, I have a story forthcoming in Eat Me: Seven Stories of Gluttony, published by MindFuck Fiction. This will be my third anthology acceptance, and I'm extremely proud of my story; it's one of the best I've written so far. More details as the publication date nears!

Third, I came in 10th out of 15th in the first round of Smut Marathon. I would have liked to have placed higher, of course, but all in all, I'm pleased, especially considering how much I struggled with that story. I finished my entry for round 2 yesterday, and the entries should go live on the blog next weekend. I'm really excited about this newest submission, and can't wait to see how it fares against the competition.

Drabble #20

Prompt: Dawn

Beep, beep, beep. I don't know why my body startles when I hear the alarm; I should be used to this by now. Outside the sun is barely starting to rise. But you're faster than the sun; before I can roll over I feel your cock pressed into my back, your lips dotting kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. For someone who claims to not be a morning person, you're plenty frisky. I'm going to be late, but your hands are already working their way down my body. Work can wait. Good morning, good morning, good morning.

Drabble #19

Prompt: Twilight

The afternoon sun is still high when I show up In your bedroom, the blinds are drawn, but the sky is so bright that light still pours in through each slat. Once we're settled, we begin that favorite afternoon ritual. I suck you, you lick me, I tie you up, you get free and take me from behind, all manner of sweat and dirty talk pouring out of us. It's not until we collapse, dehydrated and spent, it's not until I'm so overstimulated that I can't bear touch, do we open our eyes and realize the sun is almost gone.

June 17, 2010

New Find: Filament Magazine

Last week, I was internet-hopping and came across Filament Magazine, a quarterly publication that includes literary smut, sexy photoshoots, and engaging articles. And the best part is, it's aimed at women. This is the type of magazine that recognizes that feminism and erotic art are not incompatible.

I will note that Filament is targeted primarily towards heterosexual women. Although I'm bisexual, this isn't a dealbreaker for me, especially because the editors are clearly more interested in what's sexy than following specific gender configurations. For example, issue 5 contains a M/M story as well as F/M configurations. Still, they have a target audience in mind.

Although pricey for U.S. readers (Filament is based in the U.K. and a subscription cost me nearly $40), it's well worth the cost. This is one of the best magazines I have come across in my life, and one of the few I'm willing to shell out money to read.

Drabble #18

Prompt: Humility

Sam thinks he's a good fuck, that his cock is a gift. I'm leaving him, but first he needs a lesson. I've arranged a threesome with his best friend James. Too bad he doesn't know that trust between them was broken weeks ago, when I started fucking James. I'll tie Sam up, he'll think it's hot play, and then I'll leave him there helpless to watch as James fucks me with a perfect cock and impeccable technique, until we're both totally spent. My screams, our moans - he'll see he's not so great. Then I'll send him on his way.

June 16, 2010

Drabble #17

Prompt: Kindness

I'd never had a booty call before, much less initiated one, and I'd never fucked someone so early in a relationship. I was more terrified than turned on when I showed up at your house. But when you opened the door you grinned and giggled, simply happy to see me. The way you escorted me to the bedroom, the way you looked at me when I sprawled out naked, the way you were both careful and passionate, the way you seemed to love me even though it was too soon for love, made it the sweetest sex I've ever had.

Drabble #16

Prompt: Diligence

There are times when diligence is a turnoff. Like when you tell someone you're not interested, and they keep on trying. I hate those movies, where I guy keeps pushing, and that's how he gets the girl. I've never seen that work in real life. Then again, I rarely have known anyone stupid enough to keep going after someone says no. Those who do never succeed at anything but getting restraining orders. There's nothing romantic about persistence if she doesn't want you. Get on with your life, pursue a relationship with someone who didn't have to be badgered into it.

Drabble #15

Prompt: Patience

Masturbation is the key. You can withstand any dry spell, endure any number of sexless dates, with the palm of your hand or the tip of your finger. You're the best lover you've ever had, after all, and the only one you can count on for the rest of your life. Really - does another person make you feel so much better than you do yourself? Is another's touch that stronger? Is that cock really so much more powerful? Does that cunt really squeeze you just the way you want? Or is the best pleasure found in your own skin?

Drabble #14

Prompt: Charity

It was supposed to just be a mercy fuck. I thought we'd clarified the terms beforehand. I specifically asked if he wanted a one-night stand. If you use the phrase "one-night stand" and the other person agrees, shouldn't that mean you can trust them to keep it casual? I mean, I was specific. I even mentioned "casual sex" at one point. I don't know when he decided we were in a relationship. This is pathetic. You try to boost a guy's self-esteem, and then suddenly he thinks you're gonna be together forever. This is what I get for being generous.

Drabble #13

Prompt: Temperance

Went overboard last night, paying for it today. We started fucking when it was still light out, and ended well after dark. But this is the sexiest kind of soreness. My clit won't accept even the lightest touch; even my lips don't want to be stroked. I can't imagine sticking another cock inside me right now - even a finger is too wide for these muscles, which clenched and pulsed and seized up with orgasm after orgasm. Turns out I need to exercise restraint once in awhile. But I don't regret a thing. I just need a day to rest.

Drabble #12

Prompt: Chastity

You can't have me. It's not that I don't want you; I do. But what would I accomplish in letting you get your way easily? Many women have their rings, their vows. My moment is undefined - I just know that I wait because I want to make you wait. The fun is in playing the game, in seeing how long you can last. So far, none of the men I've met have been able to win - they've all quit. And some of them came so close to winning, too. But you seem different. Maybe you'll be the one.

Drabble #11

Prompt: Gluttony

I'll have you all day if I want. I could spend hours eating you out. You just taste so damn good, so sweet and clear. And you're so fucking responsive, the way your legs shake no matter how you try to make them stop. The way you arch your back, the way you thrust your pelvis against my face as you come, the way you scream. Delicious and fun. And you can go forever, usually lasting a full hour before your clit gets too tired. But you recover soon enough - I can eat you all day and all night.

Drabble #10

Prompt: Envy

I don't just want. I want you. And I hate the man who has you. I spend night after night picturing you in my bed. Sometimes, I'm going down on you, tasting every inch of your warm, pulsing cunt. Sometimes, you're fingering me, skipping the easy answer of my clit and going straight for my swollen G-spot, rubbing, pressing until I gush all over the sheets and you. Sometimes, I imagine us just cuddling, holding each other. But none of these fantasies will be real, at least not when he's with you. I hate him because he has your heart

June 8, 2010

Confession Tuesday

I confess that I wrote my drabble for today with exactly 100 words the first time. No cutting down 150 extra words! I was right on the mark. It made my day.

I confess I don't really want to go back to Ohio for 5 days, even if I will be seeing people I haven't seen in 2-4 years. I will miss my life in Austin so much.

I confess my regular drabble posting will probably be interrupted due to unreliable internet in Ohio. But my regular drabble writing won't. Expect a big update when I get back.

I confess that as much as I love my sister, I do not relish driving her stuff from Ohio to Texas for her. I am so glad she's moving here. But that's not my idea of a good time.

I confess that I hate flying and hate the thought of getting on a plane tomorrow even more than I hate the thought of spending 2 days in a car driving back to Texas.

I confess that I'm thirsty right now, but too lazy to get up and get a drink.

I confess that my jalapeno plants haven't sprouted peppers yet, but they smell like peppers, and I'm taking that as a good sign.

I confess that while I seem a little whiny in this entry, things are all in all pretty good.

Drabble #9

Prompt: Lust

You were supposed to make me dinner, but before I even got the chance to say hello, you had me hoisted on the counter, legs spread, skirt hiked up, your tongue attacking my clit. I observed, before I lost my senses to your mouth and hands, that the counter had been perfectly clean and clear when I arrived - no utensils, appliances, ingredients, or half-finished dishes. You hadn't planned on cooking for me at all - you had only intended to eat me out, make me come over and over, until finally I was overstimulated and couldn't bear to continue.

June 7, 2010

Smut Marathon!

Please vote for your favorite story in the first round of Alison Tyler's Smut Marathon over at the Smut Marathon Blog. 15 stories, all 250 words or fewer. Read, enjoy, vote!

Drabble 8

Prompt:  Greed

I have no idea how to decide which one to take home tonight. Maybe I'll be able to take home two, but I'd never assume the night will end that way. Shoot for one, and if I get a second I'll just be pleasantly surprised. But they're all perfectly fuckable - all hot in their own way. There are the jocks, the brooding types; even the nerd crowd is sexy tonight. I had a brooding guy last week, I'll skip those tables tonight. It's been awhile since I've gotten any geek action. Yeah, I'll hit them up. Wish me luck.

June 6, 2010

Drabble #7

Prompt: Sloth

I never imagined a lazy Saturday in bed would be so vigorous. I was barely awake before your hands were all over me - shoulders, breasts, clit, then inside me, causing delicious spasms all the way up through my legs. We moved slowly, the touches gradually turning to kisses, then deep thrusts with your hands, fingers hooking my G-spot, pressing, rubbing, the intensity building, until I couldn't hold back any longer, came, gushed all over you and the sheets. Already spent so early in the day. I drifted off, but soon I'd be awake again, and ready for your turn.

Drabble #6

Prompt: Pride

Don't look at me like that. I'm not ashamed. I'll go out in a little black dress and spiked heels, just like the women who weigh 75 pounds less than me. I am dressed for my size, see the label? It says size 20. Yes, I dare go out of the house looking like this - hell, I dare go out of the house. I guess I should sit at home walking to nowhere on the endless whine of the treadmill road until all this weight comes off, but I'm sexy and I'm happy and I have places to go.

June 4, 2010

Book Review: Good Porn: A Woman’s Guide by Erika Lust

Although I spend most of my free time writing and reading erotica, there was a time in my life when I was in fact offended by pornography and other types of erotic art. It was filthy, it was exploitative, and it did not have a place in my life or work. As I opened my mind and began to see the value of erotic art, I still resisted accepting pornographic films, because I felt there was no way I could be a feminist and watch porn movies. Had Erika Lust’s Good Porn been around as I had been developing my artistic outlook and feminist consciousness, it might not have taken me quite so long to come around.

Although only 238 pages long, Good Porn manages to be a comprehensive book. We get not just a feminist discussion of the porn industry as it stands, but also a history of pornography, and an extensive list of films that go beyond the limited views of the world presented in mainstream porn. The reader learns about GLBTQ issues, hentai, BDSM, sexual education, alt-porn, and art films. Good Porn is a truly well-rounded account of erotic film and the ways in which women (and men) can explore their erotic interests in a way that is empowering and fulfilling. In addition, Lust’s writing style will appeal to both the academic and the more general reader.

I have very few criticisms about Good Porn. The biggest problem I have is that while Lust is genuinely interested in having more diversity in pornography, she consistently uses the word “fat” in a pejorative sense. For example, when listing the problems with traditional porn made by men, one of the items is: “Beautiful young women just love to have sex with fat, ugly, middle-aged men” (21). While I agree that the double-standard applied to appearance in traditional porn is a problem, I also believe that fat people are just as beautiful as thin people, and that the word “fat” should never be used to denigrate someone’s appearance. If we want porn to be more inclusive, diverse, and realistic, we need to respect all sizes.

The other complaint I have is with Lust’s negative use of the word “whore.” She notes that in traditional porn, “Women enjoy dressing up as whores or little girls” (23). Elsewhere, when speaking of the motif of the pizza delivery guy in traditional porn, she says “the girl is foolish, she’s a whore, she’s easy, and the guy is happy trading sex for money” (40). While I loathe situations in which prostitutes are exploited by pimps, or forced to enter sex work against their will or own wishes, I also realize that there are women who become whores voluntarily and enjoy their work. As I read Good Porn, I didn’t get the sense that Lust was using the word “whore” to criticize exploitative, male-dominated strains of prostitution, but rather pass judgment on whores themselves. While I agree with Lust that acting in pornography and working as a prostitute are two different kinds of sex work, they are both still sex work, and I felt frustrated seeing a porn director criticize whores rather than attacking oppressive systems that render prostitution unsafe.

Good Porn is perfect for any woman who is interested in pornography but struggling to reconcile it with her feminist beliefs. Lust show the many ways in which porn can be feminist, and highlights the directors, writers, and actors working to make empowering films. But Good Porn is not for women only; men have the potential to learn a lot from this book, especially those who have previously only been experience to more traditional pornography. The porn world is changing rapidly, and Lust’s book lights the way.

Drabble #5

Prompt: Wrath

How dare you tease me, lie to me. You were so convincing, the way you batted your lashes when you asked me to dance, rubbed your breasts against mine. Your fingers traced up and down my arm; your head rested on my shoulder before you tilted your chin up and kissed me. Soft and light at first, acting insecure. Then your tongue pushed between my teeth. I pinned you against the bar, eager to taste more. But you pushed me away, laughed, walked towards the door to meet your smirking boyfriend. You collected a wad of cash as you left.

June 3, 2010

Drabble #4

Prompt:  Bug

"What's wrong?"
"You brought me to a butterfly garden? You know they terrify me."
"Just walk. They won't hurt you."
The butterflies jump between flowers. Occasionally, one flies too close and Laura flinches. One lands on her shoulder and she cries.
"I thought this would help," Erin gasps, ushering Laura to a secluded corner.
"I'm sorry. I screwed up." Erin holds Laura tighter, kisses her earlobe, cheek, shoulder. As the tears cease, Laura offers her mouth.
"I forgive you."
It's cool and calm, shady and quiet. They kiss again, harder, lie back in the chilled grass, begin to make up.

June 2, 2010

Drabble #3/100

Prompt: Camp


We're not glamorous drag queens. We're campy at best, clothes that don't really work on our broad-shouldered frames, makeup that doesn't match. But even though you look bad too, you're beautiful, sexy. I like the smudged eyeliner and clumpy mascara, the skirt limp on your narrow hips, the way you're tottering in those heels. Ugly duckling and swan at the same time. I have to kiss you, I have to touch you, I have to bring my hands under your clothes. We're not fit to be seen in public, but we're fit for each other, hard cocks and soft hearts. 

June 1, 2010

Sexology

I have a new story up in the inaugural issue of Sexology, an online literary publication "dedicated to thoughtful, personal examination of sexual behavior." I'm proud of the story and thrilled that it found an audience with this budding new publication. I look forward to finishing this issue and seeing what kinds of work Sexology will print in the future.

Confession Tuesday

I confess that I rarely have time to blog on Tuesdays, and thus usually don't do these posts, even though I very much enjoy writing them.

I confess that I've been feeling a little burned out lately and have been missing a few deadlines and not being quite as productive. I want to amp up the writing, revising, and submitting for the next week, though, as on June 9th I leave for Ohio to visit family and won't get back until the 15th. And I won't have much time, space, or energy to write while I'm there.

I confess that I understand why I'm burned out - I've maintained a pretty intense production schedule lately. I know I need to be patient with myself. But I just want to write! (Even though part of my doesn't).

I confess that I'm so glad I started taking yoga again.

I confess that I love clothing-optional beaches.

I confess that even though I'm still not 100% recovered from being hit by a car, I miss riding a scooter (I quit for the sake of some very important people in my life).

I confess that I'm procrastinating and need to get back to real work now.

Drabble #2

Prompt: Fireworks

Thunderstorms and fireworks displays: my favorite conditions for sex. I haven't had a good rain since we moved to the desert. Storms are too few and far between, and they're so short-lived that they're over before foreplay. Fireworks don't happen often enough, either. The displays are too public, anyway. I wake up in the middle of the night in the middle of September. Something has jolted me from sleep. I look out the window - no rain. Neighbors down the road are having their own private display. Finally, release. I return to bed and start to rouse your sleeping form.