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Hi folks! I just finished the first draft of my first original story in eight years. I meant to get this post done earlier, but the story has been consuming my thoughts and time. I was tagged by http://rupured.com/ to post this by the 14th. It’s technically the 15th where I am now, but better late than never, for a simple blog post on my own site, right?

What am I working on?

I just (as in, an hour or so ago) finished the first draft of an urban fantasy erotic romance story that I’m submitting to an anthology. It’s ~8500 words currently but the limit for the anthology is 8000, so I’ll be cutting the fat, so to speak. I sent it to a few beta readers and will be looking at their suggestions and editing in the morning, then sending it off, because the deadline is tomorrow (procrastination? what’s that?).

Sugar and Spice is in a world very similar to ours. The only difference is that magic and mages exist, though not everyone knows about them. It is the story of a transgender woman with a career in graphic design who decides to take a gamble and buy and take a magic potion to undergo a transformation to change her body’s sex. Her partner, a cisgender woman, is a loving and supportive barista. They have a bit of a sexual switching dynamic, sort of a D/s lite type of deal. I classify this story as erotica. Yes, there’s a plot, and conflict, but there are two sex scenes in the story that take up a big portion of the wordcount. One is pre-transformation, and one is post-transformation. One is in their shower, and the second is in the locked office of the coffee shop where the cisgender woman works. There are some references to pumpkin spice lattes that make me glad that it’s pumpkin spice season. I plan on treating myself to one tomorrow if I can find a place that has sugar free syrup.

This story really surprised me, because is nothing at all like what I thought my first piece for submission would be. I temporarily put aside my idea for a M/M/M BDSM polyamory novel (which I’ll still be writing, with two others authors) when I had several inspirations at once for this story. I wanted to have a bit of a focus before writing, and decide where to submit it before writing it, so I looked at Cirlet Press’ website. I’ve been listening to a lot of their stories on the Nobilis Erotica Podcast (http://nobilis.libsyn.com) and have learned they are a good company to work for, so I decided to look into their calls for submission. The one for the Coffee – Hot anthology seemed like it would work quite well for my story; all I had to do was weave the coffee theme into the setting.

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

This is a tricky question to answer because I don’t stick to one genre, exactly. Most of what I’ve written over the last eight years has a sexual or romantic element to it, but some of what I write is humor, some is erotica, some is romance. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if my romance counts as erotica or not, because even when I write a story with a heavy focus on plot and emotion, there’s still plenty of steamy sex. That being said, I think my work is different from a lot of others in a few ways.

I plan to write all kinds of gender combinations in my stories. A lot of people stick to M/M or M/F or F/F… not me. I’ve written M/M, M/F, F/F, and M/M/M so far. I have written a transgender character, as I described above. I plan to continue to write all kinds of relationships and characters that fall under the LGBTQetc rainbow… and some heterosexual stuff too. I prefer to be inclusive rather than exclusive. It’s funny, though, because I spent years writing M/M exclusively, but returned to my M/F roots when I had a dream that just had to be written as a story. Since then, everything was M/M again for a few years, until some recent nonfiction that I wrote based on personal experience (M/F and F/F/M).

I’ve written polyamory and BDSM/kinky stories. I plan to continue to write both, sometimes in the same story. The difference between me and some other authors in this regard is that I actually practice BDSM/kink, and am in an open relationship where multiple romantic partnerships are on the table as a possibility. Poly and kinky are not always intertwined, but they can be, and I’m writing about them together because I learned about both at the same time. Because of my involvement in the kink scene, I know a lot about polyamory, from talking to friends who have been navigating the world of ethical nonmonogamy. And even if there’s an activity in BDSM that I’ve never done myself that I’m interested in writing about, I probably know someone who’s tried it and can ask them about it.

I am absolutely unapologetic about writing extremely graphic titillating sex scenes. Even my sweet, fluffy romance has smut in it, and I’m proud of it. I see that from some other authors, but not a huge number of them.

I write some relationship dynamics that are taboo. or at the least make some people uncomfortable. One of my most popular fanfiction stories deals with a teenager seducing a man over ten years his senior, who has a position of authority over him. I’ve also written some things that, were they not fiction, would be illegal to do in real life *wicked grin*.
Why do I write what I do?

Quite simply, because it’s fun. I like writing sex. I like writing interpersonal interactions and intrapersonal musings. I like writing silly dialogue. I like writing angst. I like writing romance.

How does my writing process work?

It depends on what I’m writing and on my mood. For short pieces, sometimes I just sit at the computer, start at the beginning, and write until the story’s done in one sitting. For longer pieces, I often write outlines (anywhere from a few phrases for each scene to full descriptive summaries) and then flesh out the prose of individual sections, not necessarily in order. For example, for my first longish fanfiction piece (about 10,000 words), I started in the early middle, skipped to the early bit of the end, then moved on to the beginning, and filled in the gaps afterwards. I can write linearly, but if I’m writing on my own rather than collaboratively, I like having the freedom to bounce around as inspired, jotting down phrases and sentences that I like for different parts of the story and coming back to them later.

Also, I usually write on the computer. Occasionally I’ll handwrite, but I type much faster, so if a computer is available, I’ll use it.

Who’s next on the blog hop?

Sometime the week of September 15, the hop continues with these stops:

http://www.grace-duncan.com/graces-blog/

http://saraste.wordpress.com/

http://andrewqgordon.com/

http://fairybright.wordpress.com/

To hop backward, head to http://rupured.com/2014/09/fabulous-five-blog-hop/ where I’m tagged. Thanks for reading! Now I’m off to sleep! It’s past my bedtime.

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BDSM Blog Hop Post 2 – Sensation Play Short Story

Welcome to my second post for the BDSM Blog Hop! I wasn’t planning to write more than one, but I had the urge to write about one of my favorite aspects of kink – sensation play, which can involve all types of sensations (hot, cold, silky, rough, etc). And that made it the perfect time to write a piece of fanfiction I promised Grace R. Duncan I would write to celebrate the release of her first novel… over a year ago. Yes, this has been a long time coming.

 

Now, those of you who have read my previous posts may be thinking, “what is this, the unofficial Grace R. Duncan fan blog?” No, it’s not, but as I explained in my last post, Grace has been instrumental in my development in kink. She also has helped me develop as a writer. She has beta read some of my stories and encouraged me, while I’ve beta read hers, and we have even collaborated on some roleplay projects for fun.

 

It’s past time I wrote her this little gift.

 

The characters featured are from the Golden Collar series http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=976

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Reading the books is not necessary to enjoy this story, but I recommend reading them all the same if you enjoy BDSM, Master/slave dynamics, erotic storytelling, and rich worldbuilding. The characters in this story are Bathasar and Teman. Bathasar is the Malik (ruler) of Neyem, a country in the fictional world of Gaea. Teman is a gypsy and former thief for hire. In Choices, when he was arrested, instead of being sent to the dungeons, he was given the choice to become a palace pleasure slave, and drew Bathasar’s attention. This story doesn’t have an exact place in the Golden Collar canon timeline, but I’d place it some time after Choices and Coronation and before Deception. In my story, Teman is Bathasar’s slave and mate, and he and Bathasar love each other deeply. Teman’s submissive tendencies and desire to serve his love and Master, Bathasar’s dominant tendencies and deep love for Teman, and the time they have spent getting to know each other’s wants and needs make them a beautiful example of a strong Master/slave couple. Their style of M/s is not one that relies on a lot of protocol like many couples I know, but it is just one way of doing M/s. I hope you enjoy this intimate scene between Bathasar and Teman, in which they explore a new-to-them form of sensation play.
So without further ado… here is:

 

Bathasar, Teman, and the Ice

 

 

“Love. Are you at a good stopping point? I have a surprise for you.”

 

Teman looked up from the book of poetry he was reading, curious. Bathasar sat in the chair across from Teman’s in front of the fireplace, a book closed in his lap and his lips quirked into a smile. The firelight danced in Bathasar’s gray eyes, which swept over Teman’s body, nude but for his jeweled collar, golden cock cage, wrist and ankle cuffs, and anklet of bells. The anticipation in Bathasar’s expression intrigued Teman.

 

Sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes on Bathasar, Teman carefully marked his page and closed his book, putting it aside.

 

The poetry could wait.

 

“Yes, Bathasar?”

 

Teman had a feeling that the surprise had something to do with whatever Bathasar had called to be brought into their rooms not long ago. Teman had looked up when Ghalib had entered with a covered metal box and deposited it on their dining table. Teman and Ghalib had exchanged smiles and greetings before Bathasar politely thanked Ghalib and dismissed him. When Ghalib had arrived, Teman had been rather absorbed in the epic poem he was reading, so he had gone back to his book, relying on Bathasar to tell him what the box was for in due time.

 

And now, apparently, it was that time.

 

Bathasar placed his book on the table beside his chair and stood, stepping closer to Teman, hand outstretched. Taking Bathasar’s warm hand and rising gracefully to his feet, Teman glanced back and forth between Bathasar’s smiling face and the box on the table.

 

“Now, where was this curiosity just a little while ago, love?” Bathasar teased, stroking the side of Teman’s face, then tucking a few strands of long brown hair behind Teman’s ear.

 

“The curiosity was there, it was just trumped by my curiosity in my book, until you actually spoke of a surprise, love,” Teman retorted lightly with a small grin. Bathasar’s surprises were always interesting, to say the least, if not extremely enjoyable. “I knew you would bring it up eventually.”

 

“I’m not sure whether to be disappointed that you weren’t more excited earlier or be glad you know me so well,” Bathasar said with a low chuckle, and leaned in to brush his lips against Teman’s. The soft touch was still enough to send a rush of pleasure through Teman’s body, amplified by Bathasar’s fingers moving to twine through his hair and massage his scalp. His cock twitched in its cage, interested in the development of events.

 

“So what’s my surprise?” Teman murmured against Bathasar’s lips, tracing a hand down Bathasar’s silk-robed back.

 

“You’ll experience it soon enough. Lie in the bed, on your back. Arms up and apart, legs spread.”

 

Teman’s cock started to fill just from Bathasar’s commanding tone, but his cage kept him from hardening completely. Bathasar released Teman, who hurried to comply. He noted that a layer of towels topped the sheets that usually adorned the bed before he positioned himself as Bathasar had ordered. Given what Bathasar had told him to do, he was likely to be bound, and most likely tormented in some delightful way, probably with what was in the box. Whatever it contained would potentially make some kind of mess, Teman presumed, because of the towels, but that didn’t give him any indication of what it was. They had played with food before, but usually in those cases, Teman was on a platter.

 

Teman watched in anticipation as Bathasar strode slowly to the bed. While Teman waited, he took the time to admire the way Bathasar’s black hair shone in the firelight, and the way the green silk robe clung to his lean, yet strong frame.

 

Bathasar approached the headboard and gently lifted Teman’s right wrist, attaching the cuff to the hook at the corner that had been installed on the bed for that purpose. After pressing a kiss to that palm, Bathasar walked around the bed and repeated the action with Teman’s other wrist cuff and palm. Next came the restraint of Teman’s ankle cuffs to the corners of the footboard – no kisses accompanied this, but Bathasar’s fingers trailed over the tops of Teman’s feet–lovingly, gently–before he released each one.

 

Being exposed and spread wide for his lover to take pleasure from made Teman’s cock swell within its cage, and he let out a small whimper of need. Need for more than just light, gentle touches to his extremities. Bathasar must have noted the sound, because he chuckled.

 

“Soon,” was all he said to soothe Teman before dropping a kiss on Teman’s lips briefly, then going over to the dining table where the box sat.

 

“Yes, Bathasar.” Teman turned his head to watch Bathasar remove the lid from the box, withdraw a metal bowl, and replace the lid.

 

Bathasar returned to Teman’s side and set the bowl on the floor before Teman could get a good look at what was in it. When Bathasar trailed his fingers teasingly down Teman’s chest, Teman shivered, and looked into Bathasar’s eyes in surprise.

 

Bathasar’s fingers were cold.

 

“Bathasar?”

 

With a smirk, Bathasar lifted something from the bowl for Teman to see, and Teman laughed when realization hit.

 

It was a chunk of ice.

“I overheard one of the nobles talking about using ice on a slave, and thought, given your beautiful reactions to what I already do to you, we might enjoy playing with this,” Bathasar said.

 

“Yes, please,” Teman said breathlessly.

 

Bathasar’s smile widened, and he replaced the ice before removing the chain that held the key to Teman’s cage from around his neck. Bathasar unlocked the cage and put aside the pieces, then replaced the chain around his neck. Teman’s cock was at full hardness within moments, thanks to his conditioning.

 

“I will never tire of seeing that,” Bathasar remarked, before brushing the fingers which had just been holding the ice over Teman’s erection.

 

Teman shuddered at the cool skin on his hot flesh and bucked up for more contact, but Bathasar had already stopped touching him.

 

If just cool fingers did this to him, what would ice do?

He was about to find out, as Bathasar had reached back into the bowl and was currently holding a piece of ice directly above one of Teman’s nipples. He could feel the cold radiating from the ice, causing his nipple to tighten and harden, and he bit his lip, waiting for Bathasar to close the distance.

 

And when Bathasar did, Teman let out a moan.

 

The first sensation was that of extreme cold, more than he was used to, since his baths were always hot, and the palace was kept at a comfortable temperature. But as Bathasar rubbed the ice in a circular motion over Teman’s nipple, the feeling began to change to less unfamiliar, and more pleasurable. Bathasar moved the melting ice to Teman’s other nipple, and Teman moaned again with the contact.

 

It felt good, that much was certain. His erection certainly seemed to agree, not having flagged in the slightest as Bathasar repeated what he had done with Teman’s other nipple.

 

“That’s it, Teman,” Bathasar urged, “enjoy it.”

 

“Yes…” Teman agreed, and closed his eyes, surrendering to sensation.

 

The contrast between the frigid ice on one nipple, the coolness of air on the wet nipple that had just been let be, and the relative warmth of the rest of his body disoriented his sense of touch. He was completely at Bathasar’s mercy, not knowing what his lover would do next, and yet he felt at ease. He knew he could trust Bathasar to make the experience amazing.

 

The ice was gone from his nipple then, and Teman felt chill wetness at his lips.

 

“Open,” Bathasar commanded, and Teman complied, allowing the sliver of ice that remained to drop into his mouth, then down his throat.

 

Teman felt Bathasar’s lips on his, and opened to let Bathasar’s surprisingly cold tongue enter his mouth, depositing another small piece of ice for Teman to suck on and quench the thirst he hadn’t even realized he felt.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered when Bathasar drew back.

 

“Of course,” Bathasar said. “But I’m far from done with you.”

 

Teman opened his eyes to see Bathasar’s expression, which showed excitement, arousal, and love. Bathasar returned to the bowl to draw out another piece of ice, but this time, he ran it from Teman’s breastbone downward, teasing lower and lower. He swirled the ice around Teman’s navel and Teman shivered and laughed at the wet, cold tickle. Teman closed his eyes again.

 

And then the ice was where Teman had hoped Bathasar would use it.

 

First Bathasar touched it to the head of Teman’s cock, eliciting a yelp of surprise at just how strong of a sensation the freezing object produced. Bathasar chuckled at Teman’s reaction and swirled the ice around the head for just a little while, before running it up and down the shaft: underneath, on the sides, on the top. Teman shook uncontrollably, whimpering, and couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, the newness of the sensation, or the stimulation. Whatever it was, he didn’t care, he just wanted more. He could tell from Bathasar’s laugh that he was pleasing his love, and that was what he wanted.

 

When the current piece of ice melted, Bathasar pressed another to Teman’s balls, making Teman twitch and cry out.

 

“Is that alright?” Bathasar asked, a note of concern in his voice. He withdrew the ice and stroked the side of Teman’s face.

 

Teman managed to open his eyes and smile. “Yes, just… surprising,” he explained.

 

“Do you want more?”

 

Teman nodded, and Bathasar kissed him.

 

“Good,” Bathasar said with relief. “Because I have plans for you yet.”

 

Closing his eyes once more, Teman took deep breaths as he waited for Bathasar to resume their play.

 

He was startled by Bathasar’s mouth wrapping around his erection, accompanied by a piece of ice. Bathasar used his tongue to press the piece against the underside of Teman’s cock. Teman let out a noise he could not remember ever having made, and a laugh vibrated around his cock, indicating Bathasar’s pleasure at the reaction.

 

Teman was glad he was bound to the bed, because he didn’t think he’d have been able to avoid accidentally flailing his arms and legs otherwise, with what Bathasar had decided to do. Oral sex was something Bathasar was already quite skilled at, but adding ice to the mix took the sensation up to a whole other level. Teman was whimpering, shaking and unconsciously tugging against his restraints as the ice and Bathasar’s tongue swirled around his cock, accompanied by sucking.

 

Just when Teman didn’t think he could be any more stimulated, he felt ice against his balls again. This time, he didn’t yelp, but moaned as it slid over his sac. His balls drew up against his body and he fought in vain to keep some semblance of sanity as Bathasar continued to torment him. It was a hopeless cause, he would fall to pieces the second Bathasar granted him an orgasm, but Bathasar would also make sure that those pieces came back together afterward.

 

The ice moved from his balls down Teman’s taint, and he groaned.

 

And then it was touching his entrance, sliding around teasingly, until Bathasar pushed it in.

 

With a strangled cry, Teman bucked up deeper into Bathasar’s mouth, which lifted off him for a moment, only to return with a new piece of ice.

 

The sounds that were coming from Teman were almost inhuman, as the small piece of ice inside him began to melt and Bathasar sucked and licked and swirled the ice around Teman’s erection. Teman wouldn’t have been able to open his eyes even if he tried; the sensations of cold and pleasure were simply too overwhelming. He was teetering on the brink of orgasm already. It was so soon, but he wanted it so badly, wanted Bathasar to make him come. The pleasure built within him as he continued to tremble and let out a string of sounds. Teman gasped for air, trying to find words, to tell Bathasar, to beg for what he needed.

 

“Bathasar… please… close… may I?” Teman managed to request.

 

Bathasar lifted off Teman’s cock just enough to speak the command Teman needed to hear to find release.

 

“Come,” Bathasar ordered, and dove back to sucking Teman to completion. It only took an instant before Teman cried out as his orgasm surged through him, balls emptying stream after stream of come into Bathasar’s throat.

 

Gasping for air, dots dancing behind his eyelids, Teman trembled with aftershocks as Bathasar slowly released his softening cock.

 

Moments later, while he floated just off the surface of nowhere, he felt his cuffs being unhooked from the bed. Then Bathasar’s warm, smooth skin was up against his side, and he realized that Bathasar must have disrobed.

 

Time passed, with Bathasar stroking his chest, murmuring endearments, and praising him. Little by little, Teman came back to himself, his body and mind feeling connected again. He opened his eyes.

 

“How are you feeling, beloved?” Bathasar asked, smiling down at Teman.

 

“Mmm, wonderful,” Teman replied, a blissful grin on his face. “Thank you.”

 

“You know,” Bathasar mused, “we still have some ice left over.”

“Bathasar?” Teman wasn’t sure if he was up for another session of so much sensation so soon, if that was what Bathasar was getting at.

“When you’ve recovered, I expect you to serve me. Use the ice on me,” Bathasar explained.

 

Ah. Well. That certainly sounded enticing. Teman’s smile widened.

“Gladly, Bathasar.”

 

 

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