THE SECRET WRITER
I’d like to thank Blak for inviting me to do a guest spot on
her blog today.
The statement above is true, l do write erotica, all the
time in fact and some of it is really sensual. I’m a sensual person, warm and
loving but l have never slept around. I write about sexy situations, ménages,
quick sex in voyeuristic situations and people who have only just met
satisfying urges they just can’t fight. But l have always been a one man woman.
So what’s it all about?
I love to read well-written erotica, always have. I think some
women are drawn to it as some men are drawn to porn. Sex is fascinating and we
are all sexual beings with an ‘itch to scratch’!
The stigma surrounding erotica has been well documented and
as such does make authors of this genre, including myself, vulnerable. We hide
behind pseudonyms for fear of being judged by those we know and love. With many
of us also employed in respected positions, we know that should our secret
identities be revealed we run the risk of losing our jobs through a backlash of
fear and ignorance. Such is the secret world of the erotic writer.
I feel that the unprecedented success of ‘Fifty Shades of
Grey’ has done much to make this genre more acceptable. Everybody read the
book, every age, every genre, it broke through all social boundaries and, l
think, was accepted for what it was, an erotic, sexually explicit tale. It
didn’t matter if you loved it or hated it; ‘Fifty’ was a huge success.
I still keep my identity to myself, but l no longer hide the
fact that l write in that genre. Some colleagues smirk but most are curious,
raising their eyebrows in their ignorance and wondering whether or not I’m a
secret swinger on the side!
I’m not of course, but l do like to express my fantasies
through the power of my pen, what fictional author doesn’t? People are
fascinating, sexual, sensual beings. Our bodies are waiting to be explored and
desired, fiction is escapism in the first instance, and you know, sometimes it
can also be educational!
I love to write, l love to love and l hope you enjoy reading
my intimate expressions.
‘A Wicked Game’
Short blurb:
A
clandestine encounter between lecturers at Keywood upper college campus is
witnessed by second year psychology student Lucinda White. Determined to make
the most of this opportunity Lucinda embarks on a little blackmail, convincing
senior lecturer Mr. Peter Caine that she will keep quiet about her discovery in
exchange for a series of after college tuition.
But
what does Lucinda really want? Is there more to this enigmatic girl than meets
the eye?
‘A
Wicked Game’ is a story of sexual desire and intrigue. Follow it through its
many twists and turns until the story reaches its final climax.
This
book is sexually explicit and intended for adults only.
Excerpt:
“What do you want Lucinda?” Peter asked, his
mouth dry.
“More please sir.” she replied softly,
looking up at him beneath soft lashes.
“More?”
“More. I want to learn more. I want you to
teach me how to please a man, how to please you.”
Peter swallowed hard.
“I’m free period four.” he said quickly.
Nodding, Lucinda left closing the door
softly behind her.
He
was fucked.
As the bell rang for the beginning of period
four, Peter was already pacing his office floor. He glanced across as Lucinda
entered. It was her who locked the door behind her to afford them privacy.
Taking the initiative and ignoring his
worried expression, Lucinda walked forward and dropped slowly to her knees in
front of Peter. She looked up into his face and began to caress his thighs
softly, through the thin fabric of his trousers. Peter didn’t stop her. When
her hands fell on his belt buckle and started to remove it, he was incapable of
moving, even the memory of his own name was presenting a problem to him. As she
teased his trousers down towards his knees and stroked his erection through his
boxer shorts, Peter closed his eyes. There was no hiding place now, no
pretence; the throbbing in her hands gave away his desire. He was lost, she had
won. Slowly she moved him towards her waiting mouth.
Peter opened his eyes as she took him in; he
looked down to see her mouth encase him.
“God.” he groaned.
Agonizingly slowly she slid him back and
forth along her tongue, cupping his balls with her left hand and gripping the
base of his cock with her right. Lucinda’s eyes were wide, fixed on Peter’s
face, her soft full lips held him in place, gripping him the way he loved to be
gripped.
“Oh God.” he groaned again.
Lucinda’s tongue flicked over the head of
his cock, tasting the small pearl of fluid that had escaped his eager body. As
she slid her tongue back down he felt it press against the underside of his
shaft and he gripped her head instinctively.
“Yes.” he moaned.
Then she sucked, she lapped, she slid him in
and out of her tight, wet mouth and it was exquisitely unbearable.
Peter tried to steady her head. He closed
his eyes as the mere sight of her was pushing him close to the edge. He buried
his hands deeply under her hair and tried to slow down the passion that was
threatening to erupt too quickly.
Again Lucinda flicked her tongue and again
Peter cried out. She rocked against him faster and his grip on her scalp
deepened.
Then he pushed.
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Thank you for having me over today Blak, it was great fun!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! It was great to have you here. :)
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