Natural Beauty and Eroticism

I find myself drawn to nature and exploring the sensuality that turn erotic and feed our desires. I’m currently writing a short story about a woman who is negotiating the purchase of a wine bar in a town along California’s central coast. I enjoy the area stretching from Pismo Beach, through Morro Bay and north to San Simeon.

I like kayaking in the harbors and spotting the abundant marine mammals while experiencing the contrast of stiff, chilly winds and warm sunshine.

I wanted to place a character in that town and have her erotic senses awakened. In this paragraph, she has just paddled across the harbor and hiked up a bluff. She comes upon a woman watching dolphins:

The woman’s eyes were welcoming and Cassie caught herself gazing and studying her shapely breasts. Her thighs were slender and well-defined with lines of muscle. A lightness in her voice drew in Cassie and ignited a wave of sensuality. An ocean breeze wafted up the bluff and danced along Cassie’s skin. Like a tiny flame devouring a twig and spreading to a larger stick, a tingling moved into Cassie’s thighs, along her spine, and into her thoughts. Goose bumps rose on her arms. The opportunity that presented itself was provocative and stirred her thoughts more furiously than the waves crashing on the boulders along the beach.

Perhaps it’s my own hectic world, seemingly impossible in which to make progress and one that tears at my own psyche, that calls me to write about the beauty and eroticism in nature.

I’ll keep you posted on its progress.

 

Update to Ms. Chanton’s Castle on Amazon

For anyone who bought Ms. Chanton’s Castle: Threesome in the Study on Amazon before Feb 11, please email me for an updated version.

Hopefully, if you did buy a copy you’ll see this but the version prior to Feb 11 wasn’t the one I meant to have and I need to replace it.

I’ve got new Ms. Chanton’s Castle stories ready to write up and I look forward to developing them and the wonderful Ms. Chanton and her story on she turned her estate into a BDSM haven.

In addition, in the next quarter I see writing prequels and sequels to Layover, Riding Shotgun, and Getaway.

Writing erotica and its impact on the author

Writers seldom take into consideration publicly their own arousal when considering an erotic story idea or scene. Perhaps it reveals too much of ourselves; yet our senses are open to emotion and affected by what we create.

We’re not robots and shouldn’t the subtle kiss — lips brushing against each other and the rustling of clothes coming loose generate passion in us even though we’re creating the story?

But we must fight our own arousal — and write beyond the distraction to bring the characters to life in a way that engages the reader and translates the fantasy in our minds to those who engage in the story.

An erotic short story about shared fantasies now available

Sometimes we need help sharing our erotic fantasies with our lovers. A husband creates a board game to help him share a deeply held sexual fantasy with his wife. He wants her to have a threesome with two men — while he’s not present. And the place she chooses is a private estate where the owner, Ms. Chanton, helps people realize their fantasies in bdsm and other sexual adventures.

My erotic short story, Ms. Chanton’s Castle Threesome in the Study, is now available through Barnes and Noble Nook, Kobo, Diesel ebooks, and Smashwords.

I’ll be creating more in this series and I have a work-in-progress on how and why Ms. Chanton turned her estate into a pleasure palace. She really is quite a lady.

Here’s an excerpt from Threesome in the Study:

Sheri reached for her glass of wine, took a sip, and thought her husband must relish in the triumph of having finally created a homemade sexual fantasy game. She put the wine glass back on the table. The thick carpeting cushioned her knees. Each slight movement of her thighs caused her g-string to rub more tightly against her clit. The evening to her was like rubbing two sticks of wood together to ignite a fire and light a pile of dry kindling. Waiting for the flame to catch created an erotic anticipation and delight she couldn’t have imagined, not even on their honeymoon.

Thomas leaned on one elbow, naked except for silk boxers underneath a silk robe. “You’re so right, my dear. Perhaps there is a flaw in my creation.  An opponent means only one of us can win.”

Sheri leaned forward with her legs tucked under her round ass. “I certainly won’t go down without a fight.” She shook her chestnut colored hair to one side over her shoulders and used her lips to nuzzle Thomas’ ear. She blew soft puffs of air when she kissed and he groaned almost immediately. Sheri let her lips linger, barely touching them to his ear lobe. She nibbled slightly and wanted to reach underneath his robe and touch his boxers to fondle his erection.

“Wow, babe. I’m always amazed how a delicate kiss can have such power.”

Sheri smiled. She took a longer draw on her wine and reveled in the intoxication of her sexual prowess, her husband’s delight, and the chance to reinvigorate their sexual desires after two decades of marriage. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

Thomas tossed the die. “Four.” He picked up his piece, a condom in its foil wrapper, and counted the required spaces. “Share your fantasy with your opponent.”

Sheri laughed. “For the next version of the game, darling, you’re going to have to change that to lover.”

Thomas smiled. “Let’s think of this session as test marketing.” He held the card in his hand and looked at Sheri. “Share your deepest fantasy that you’ve never talked about.” He sat up, took his wine and sipped it. “I had hoped you would have gotten this card.” He set his wine glass back on the table.

“Oh?” Her husband had such romantic inclinations that pleasant surprises often waited for her. What fantasy could he share? He had spoken to her about traveling to a nude resort in the Caribbean or having kinky bondage equipment installed in their bedroom. Having two children in college made either scenario possible.

Thomas shifted so he sat next to Sheri and kissed her on the lips. “My deepest fantasy I’ve never shared is I want you to have sex with two men.”

Sheri stiffened and her breath caught in her throat. She studied Thomas’ eyes, searching for a clue to this statement being one of his jocular moments. But he  focused his gaze like he had pondered the request for some time. “Is that so?” She wanted him to grin and laugh. But he didn’t.

Re-arranging my books page

I have to admit, I really thought I had laid out my books well on my books page a couple of months ago. But like opening the door to a closet and seeing tennis rackets, old shoes, and shirts hanging crooked and falling on the floor, I’ve decided to go back in and clean up my books.

Bear with me while I do. It will interrupt the many hot stories I have floating around inside my imagination and the many works-in-progress.

But I’m looking up another tutorial so I hope to make progress.

I have prequels and sequels in store for Layover, Riding Shotgun, Getaway and Ms. Chanton’s Castle. I just need to tidy up the space first.

Language is to erotica like lingerie graces a body

Language can paint images that develop in our minds the way old Polaroid prints would develop before our eyes. And the language of erotica puts us in a space where we can detect caresses over our flesh–fingers touching gently in a way that creates arousal or lips brushing over earlobes or slowly moving to areas of intense, sexual arousal. Expressing this language so it captures the imagination and spurs the reader on to the turn the page — or scroll down the screen — is the welcome task facing erotica and erotic romance authors.

I liken it to a silky robe falling lightly over a woman’s body or silky shorts clothing a man in a seductive state. The clothing adds a layer of mystery and longing for those who see it – making us desire to touch and engage our senses.

Fashioning a sensuous language of kisses and caresses takes time and the writer should be in no more of a hurry to write it than a reader should be to finish the passage. The desire to continue the story, and the desire to finish reading it, should be an organic pleasure and not just a task on the to-do list.

Erotica that can rise above the pressures that would otherwise force us to move quickly and speedily along is the erotic language worth reading.

Erotic fantasy, beauty, and Ms. Chanton

I just made updates to the erotic story Ms. Chanton’s Castle Threesome in the Study that is currently on Smashwords. Feel free to check out the sample opening.

Work-in-progress

I’ve also started writing the story on Ms. Lillian Chanton and how she has opened her estate in the hills above Los Angeles to those who want to explore their sexual fantasies. This will be the prequel to the current story and set the stage for the rest of the Ms. Chanton Castle series.

The series will contain stories that are erotica but also novellas that hold closer to the romance/erotic romance genre.

In the opening of my new story, Ms. Chanton–a former model and successful lingerie fashion designer–is deciding whether she should follow through on her desires to open her home. She is discussing the idea with her friend and domme Lady Marvella.

Ms. Chanton is trying to determine why she should, or should not, open her home like a BDSM Inn and if she could cover the expenses involved:

“Oh, there goes the entrepreneur,” Lady Marvella sighed. “Is life all about profit and loss for you?”

Lillian Chanton pondered the question and her first reaction was gratitude for a friend willing to discuss the future for her estate … “No.” A new realization flooded her being. “It’s about people–and their dreams–and the desire for beauty.” She found herself back at the windowpane, studying the array of designs from the rain.

“And a haven to fulfill fantasies.” Lady spoke quietly and crossed one leg over the other.

I’ll keep you updated on this work-in-progress that I hope to release in early February.