The True Interview-Author Imani True
Stops by Blak Rayne’s Blog
In Her Own Words:
“Hi. I’m Camille, and I love watching
people live out their fantasies. Don’t you?
No? Maybe that’s because you’re not
watching the people I’m watching.
When I’m on the clock, I work very
hard. But when I step out of these stilettos, I embrace my erotic side by
peeking in on the fantasies of those bold enough to live them out. Sometimes my
friends tell their own stories; other times, they allow me to be an invisible
guest at their party. Because of
them, I’ve been “Turned On and Turned Out,” had an unexpected “Detour,”
celebrated “Nika’s Birthday,” and scratched my “Sophomore Itch” - all in the
same night.
But enough talk.
Sit back and relax. Draw a bath, pour
some wine, and imagine……….take a sneak peek into my naughty world, a place where I can be, do, say, and have whatever I desire at that moment. It’s
an erotic buffet of sensual indulgence where fresh strawberries, the perfect
pair of stilettos, and just the right amount of steam are always on the menu.
As
you’ll see, I’m not shy. And I’m very
good with a camera. So bring your appetite and imagination
as my wildest fantasies unfold right before your eyes.
And of course, you’re more than welcome
to enter my world (if you dare), but consider yourself warned: in
“Strawberries, Stilettos, and Steam,” my camera is always ready.
The question is….Are You?” ~Camille
So begins the adventures of Camille
Stiletto, video voyeur and narrator in Strawberries,
Stilettos, and Steam by Imani True and Dreama Skye.
Imani, tell us about yourself and your
writing
I’ve been writing since I was six years
old and always knew I would be a writer. I grew up in New York, went to college
in the South, married, and moved out west to raise a family. Took a break from
writing to do that, and go back to school. I’m recently divorced, and now that
my son is on his own, I’m back doing what I love. It’s a beautiful thing!
Why Erotica?
Why not? I think everyone has an erotic
side, a fantasy-driven part of their personality. Some live it, some deny it,
and some experience through the actions of others. I write about it because I
enjoy it, and it allows me the freedom to really express that part of me in an
entertaining way.
Tell us about the characters in Strawberries, Stilettos, and Steam
Camille’s friends are male and female;
married and single; best friends and total strangers. And everything in
between. Lorena and Carlos christen a new house. Sasha and Rayne meet on a
fictitious website called Erotic City, and they have an encounter. Judge Alisha
is visited by a mystery man in black who fulfills all her sexual desires. There
are many more stories: tales of threesomes, cougars on campus, V.I.P.
escapades, and interrogation room hook-ups. Sometimes raw, sometimes tender-they
run the gamut. But the one thing they all have in common is that Camille witnesses
everything firsthand and tells her friends’ stories-with their permission, of
course. Lucky her!
Why did you choose Camille to tell this
the story?
Because she has the best seat in the
house! And her camera is rolling the entire time. We even get to see Camille in
a few naughty situations of her own.
Let’s peek in on what Camille’s
watching right now (An excerpt from Nika’s
Birthday):
The striking woman began removing her
clothes in the garage. First her shoes, then her blouse, and finally, her
skirt. By the time she entered the living room, a trail of clothing marked her
path inside the house.
Nika Winters had decided to make her
way upstairs and into a warm bath. When she rounded the corner at the second
floor landing, she heard a familiar voice.
“Stop right there.”
Strong hands came up to her face,
loosely tied a blindfold around her eyes. Those same hands nudged her from
behind to enter the master suite of the lavish property that she and her
husband called home.
“Right this way, baby.”
Jackson Winters was like that. He
always had surprises for his wife of fifteen years. Nika loved that about him.
“What’s going on?” Nika asked, her
curiosity piqued at Jackson’s actions.
“Did you forget today was your
birthday?” Jackson asked her. “I know
you saw that new Infiniti out front this morning, and I think you even drove it to the boutique today.”
“Oh that? It was mine, wasn’t it?”
“Kind of late to be asking that, Mrs.
Winters.” He kissed her. “Happy Birthday, Baby.”
Nika passionately kissed the man who
stole her heart back in high school. “Let’s see…I got a new car, flowers, some
balloons, and a very sexy voicemail today. I’m thinking that’s enough for my 40th
birthday. Wanna’ save something for my other birthdays.”
“Good thing I don’t think like that. I
saved the best gift for tonight.” He laid his naked wife on the bed.
“No peeking,” he said. He kissed her
again.
“Ummmmm, you can keep that up all night
if you want,” Nika said.
Jackson jumped up from the bed. “Stay
right here,” he said to his wife. “You have one more present. I’m going
downstairs to get it.”
Hmmmmm,
wonder what he’s up to now? She
thought.
Downstairs, voices were whispering.
“You got the papers?” Jackson asked.
“Yes. I’m clean.”
“Good,” Jackson said. Then he
continued.
“I know she mentioned doing this awhile
back, but she may have changed her mind. If she doesn’t want to do it, then the
whole thing is off. Cool?” Jackson asked.
The shadowy figure nodded.
Five minutes later, Jackson came back
upstairs. He was not alone. Nika immediately recognized a familiar scent that
wasn’t her husband’s. She smiled and raised up from the bed.
“Is Adonis here?” She asked.
“Yes, he is. I hope you don’t mind,”
Jackson said. “So are you ready to
live out one of your fantasies?”
“Is that
why he’s here?” She curiously asked.
“Nah, I’m just here for the cake,”
Adonis joked.
Adonis (Don) Grant was Jackson’s frat
brother. Friends since elementary school, the two were closer than most blood
brothers. Don, Jackson and Nika were thick as thieves in college. And the only
reason Nika hadn’t dated Don was because Jackson stepped to her first. But the
chemistry between her and Don was always there. Jackson knew that.
“Baby, you’ve let me live out my
fantasies many times over,” Jackson said. “So tonight, Don and I want to give
you yours.”
Nika smiled.
“So are you gonna’ let me blow out your
candle?” Don asked.
Nika closed her eyes underneath the
blindfold. When she thought of Jackson and
Don pleasing her, she imagined all her fantasies being fulfilled. Having
both men focused completely on her would be the perfect ending to an already
unbelievable birthday.
Suddenly, Nika felt two sets of hands on her body.
“Relax, baby. Tonight, it’s all about
you.” Jackson told his wife as he kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Yes, it is,” Don said. He planted a
kiss on Nika’s forehead.
Jackson leaned over and kissed her even
more passionately this time. “Are you ready for your present, baby?” He removed
the blindfold.
Nika raised up, opened her eyes and
found herself between Jackson and Don. (To Be Continued)
Where can readers find you?
Camille and I are both on Facebook: (Yes,
she has her own page)
And Twitter: @authorimanitrue and
@ImaniTrue
In True’s World: http://truerotica.blogspot.com
True Skye Media: http://www.trueskyemedia.com
On Amazon: Strawberries-Stilettos-Steam
What’s next for both of you?
I’m working on the release of my second
book, A Little Sumthin Sumthin, a
novel about karma and starting over. It’s a crime drama with elements of
Erotica (hot sex scenes-lol), and I’m super excited about it because it’s the
first of many books I’m writing with crime-driven story lines. My educational
background is in Criminal Investigations and Forensics, so this will be a fun
one to write and read. I will publish those as e-books under the brand of “The
Writer True.” I’m also working on stories for several 2012 anthologies, and a
few screenplays with my son.
Camille is taking a break, but she’s
going to be an important part of the sequel to Strawberries when Dreama and I write it. For now, we’re both tied
up with solo projects, but we’ll get back to Camille because we have to-she’s
too sexy and too intriguing to sit on the sidelines for long.
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