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Monday, August 22, 2011

AUTHOR GUEST SPOT - ALEXANDRA CHRISTIAN

The Erogenous Zone
By Alexandra Christian

I find that, as a writer, I often get hung up on the descriptions of my characters.  I know, I know… that old adage about leaving something to the readers’ imaginations, but part of what I love about being a writer is that I can create worlds and people and another’s mind’s eye.  It’s a little bit like playing God—without having global disasters. That being said, I’m often visualizing parts of the body and examining them to the fullest.  I’ve become very acquainted, over the course of my writing career, with which parts of the anatomy turn me on the most.  And you might be surprised—they aren’t what you think.

Exhibit A:  Mouths.  I have always had a hang-up about mouths.  I either love them or hate them.  The lips, the shape of the jaw, the teeth, the way someone holds their mouth as they speak—I am a keen observer of everything.  Call it an oral fixation, but a man with full lips, imperfect teeth or a strange curl of the lip can keep me mesmerized.  And I love to watch a man smoke.  If you’ve ever read my fiction, you’ll probably notice that many of my characters either smoke or I mention their mouth in great detail. 

Exhibit B:  Necks.  More specifically, the slope along the back of a man’s neck, from the edge of their hairline to their shoulder.  The skin there is so soft and smooth with tiny little hairs that stand up when they’re at the peak of arousal.  Its often tanned, even on the palest of skin, and little beads of sweat gather there just waiting for my tongue to swipe it away.  And put a tattoo there—whew… I just can’t stand it.

Exhibit C:  The V of Doom.  This is a term I coined many years ago.  The “V of Doom” is that line formed by the pelvic bone.  It crosses over the hips and points downward towards the naughty bits, drawing your eyes to the main event.  Women have them, but they are usually hidden by the fleshy hips.  In fact, if you can see them on a woman, she’s probably too thin. But men don’t have that extra padding and therefore the “V” stands out in sharp relief.  Its almost like a frame for the navel, belly and cock.  And just seeing it makes my mouth water. 

So there you have it—those images that tickle my erogenous zones.  I know that women are supposed to be more about feelings and sounds, but I am, by nature, a more visual person.  Images really get my motor running and therefore, when I write I use a LOT of images.  To illustrate my point, I’ve added a little taste of “Second Skin,” my newest release from Sugar and Spice Press. Our hero, Jack Leannan, is a sexy and mysterious older man.  I defy anyone to read this description and not be hooked…

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    Jack Leannan wasn’t like anyone I had ever met before.  And I think I knew we were going to sleep together from the moment I saw him.  We met briefly at a dinner party and I was instantly fascinated.  He was quite a bit older than I, but it didn’t affect his allure at all.  The silvery strands at his temples only served to highlight the cool blue composure of his eyes.  His body was solid, a telltale sign of one who took care of himself, but not overdone.  He had a quiet grace that gave him an air of mystery and dominance.  His accented voice was low with just a tinge of gravel that had me drooling with his first hello.  We stood around in the same circle of strangers, exchanging shallow niceties and bored expressions.  He didn’t say a lot, merely commented when spoken to.  I noticed him laugh quietly to himself at inopportune times and it endeared him to me, though I was afraid to engage him in conversation. 
               I didn’t notice when everyone else had left the circle and I still stood there, holding my glass of wine and staring at Jack.  It was as if the entire world had disappeared around us and I couldn’t care less.  “Miss Spencer?  Are you alright?”  He spoke to me and I started.  I hadn’t realized that he even knew my name. 
               “Catherine.  Please call me Catherine,” I said, somewhat robotically as I pushed the words from my lips.
               He smirked, one eyebrow quirking.  “Are you sure we know each other well enough for that?”
               “I’ll risk it,” I replied. 
               “As long as we’ve set the ground rules.”  With another smile he offered his hand and we shook politely.  I tried to let go, but he held on tight and then pulled, leading me to a couch nearby.  “I hate parties,” he said casually as he motioned for me to sit.  “Standing around talking to strangers was never my forte.”
               “You seem to be doing well so far,” I replied, taking a seat.
              “If you’ll notice, the only person I’ve actually spoken to is you.”  He sat down sideways on the cushion beside mine, turning towards me in a comfortable fashion. 

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So there you have it, everything you need to get up from this blog, go attack your man and lick each and every one of his erogenous zones…


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Oh yummy! Erogenous zones, aren't they awesome! Loved your post Alexandra. Thank you for stopping by. Have a great day.
Happy Yaoi Hunting
Blak Rayne^_^!!

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