Originally published in Adult BackWash: Monday September 30, 2002
"Well here I am, what's the big surprise?"
The room remained just as dark and quiet. Shelly waited, one hand touching the concrete wall, keeping track of the door she had just closed behind her.
"Did someone fall asleep at the switch?" Shelly called, a little louder. Still nothing. …more
Here, in Adult BackWash, it's my job to be provoking. Not thought provoking, though I expect your brain comes into it at some point. Just provoking in a naughty, flirting, seductive way. It's usually fun. When I'm in the mood to be provoking.
Sometimes I would rather be provoking in a different way. I'm contrary. If you say black I might just say yellow, just to be provoking and contrary. Of course, I don't say white, that would cross the line from provoking to aggravating. I'd rather stick with provoking, it's more fun and easier to get out of later if things don't work out quite as planned.
When I chat on IRC, I enjoy being provoking there too. I don't get there too often these days. I used to be an IRC diva, back when I was still a virgin. One of those nice girls longing to test out being bad, or at least a bit naughty. Now, having been there and done that a few times, I'm just me again. That nice girl with an underlying, lurking streak of wickedness.
Evil? Well, that could be next. I'd really need the right partner. Do you know any men who want a sexy, provoking, contrary, seductive woman with a lot of t and a?
Fooled you. I'm not all that, really. In truth I'm a soccer Mom without the husband, kids, minivan, picket fence, garden or pets.
This was originally posted to HubPages. However, they unpublished it (and several other posts) because it was too adult.
I've written erotica and non-fiction adult content too. It's not as dramatic as people want to think. The worst reaction I had was from my Mother and a sister when they found out. But, once I showed them what I was writing they mellowed out about it.
I've written erotica and sold it too. I also write non-fiction for adult sites. It's an interesting market. I get ideas and experience which work well for me when I'm writing in other markets, venues and genres too.
There is a big difference in writing erotica versus plain, pure pornography. One of the differences is that porn sells a lot easier then gets passed around online without any credit to the original author. Erotica writing is better in the long run, even for making money, because anyone who wants to hire you based on what you have written, can actually find you. …more
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Saturday August 03, 2002
Chris stumbled along, blindfolded and unable to see whatever he was stumbling over. He was glad to be wearing boots at least. The trail had far too many rocks and tree branches scratching his upper body. With his hands secured in front of him, he was unable to protect himself. His Governess had strapped a heavy pack onto his back and he could feel something solid thud into his back each time he stumbled. The wind blew the chill of autumn nipped at his bare skin, bringing goose bumps and shivers along his tall frame.
His Governess walked behind him encouraging him to keep moving. She used something that made the sound of a whip and had the sting of a whip too. Chris knew she didn't own a whip though. Chris plodded along, trying to feel for his steps but not being given the time to do so with his Governess whipping his tender bottom and urging him to keep going. …more
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Tuesday August 20, 2002
The man on the beach lay still and unmoving. Jane decided he must be dead which was a shame. He was the most gorgeous looking male she had ever seen. As she walked just a bit closer she could see a few odd things about him. For one thing, his skin was green. Not a really noticeable green, in fact, it was very pale green, not so far from her own skin colour. But green instead of pinkish. Definitely not the green they used in alien movies. Still, she had always thought a real dead body would be pasty white or that bloodless blue-white skin gets when it's never been exposed to the light of day. But, he wasn't. His hair was greenish too. Different from the skin because the green of his hair was probably as dark as green could be before it would be black.
The green-ness aside. The really odd things were his hands and feet. She didn't get to be a successful gothic writer without picking up a few odd facts here and there. It was possible for a person to be born with some webbing between their fingers and toes. But, that was removed at birth, or very soon after. Who would go through life with a full set of webbed hands and feet. Kids must have teased him ruthlessly about being a duck. Poor guy. …more