What is it about sex and hotel rooms? This month’s Sinful Sunday prompt was ‘simple pleasures’. Unfortunately, I forgot! But I would say that this image represents one of the things I love: feeling freshly washed sheets against my skin – and knowing that M and I are about to make them very, very dirty.

NB: There are a few more pictures in this series, hence the ‘hotel’ reference in the title. Stay tuned …

Hotel No. 1

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Today, M and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary. And we’ve been having a much-needed getaway in a very beautiful city – Sydney, Australia – just enjoying each other’s company and generally having a wonderful time together. We don’t often get to spend long periods on our own, just the two of us (usually, we have kids in tow), and, I must confess, these past few days have been utter bliss. We’ve done galleries, parks, restaurants, museums and, well, other things …


*A special and heartfelt ‘thank you’ to @LoveHateSexCake, who gave us such brilliant sensual Sydney travel advice. Loads and loads of love and kisses, gorgeous lady. xxx

Sin a little. It’s good for the soul.

Sinful Sunday

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Photo courtesy of Switch Studies

Welcome to Elust #74

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #75? Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

She wanted to let the light in…
Reflections on the Male Nude


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Is it play acting?

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

Can a Woman be a Good Mother and Write a Sex Blog

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Image: Sketches of a Prostrate WomanGeorge Romney via Wikimedia Commons

“Have you ever had an epiphany, when something just suddenly became clear to you. Maybe it was something you wondered about for years or maybe it was something you didn’t even know you were wondering about.”

I can’t honestly say whether the peripheral details of this memory are accurate.

I think it was late afternoon, but I can’t be sure. I suspect that I was about ten – maybe eleven? – at the time. I’m pretty sure I’d not long arrived home from school. But what I do know for certain was that I was lying belly-down on my bed, hand in my knickers, desperately trying to get myself off. And it wasn’t working.

How to describe the frustration of a reluctant orgasm? That feeling of being stuck in a perpetual state of … pleasantly annoying arousal. Unable to move move it forwards. Unable to coax that aching heaviness into being between your legs. Unable to rouse that urgent, drawing sensation that heralds the swelling of your clitoris into a tiny, fleshy cock. Realising that no matter how you move your fingers, how many of them you press inside yourself – how gentle you are or how vigorous – you’re stuck.

But on this particular day, now seemingly so long ago, something happened. Or, more accurately, I made something happen. Something I had absolutely no frame of reference for at the time. Something that wasn’t prompted. Something I’d never read about, let alone heard about.

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For the very first time since the The Films, Videos and Publications Classification Act was passed in 1993, the New Zealand Film and Literature Board of Review have placed an interim ban on a book: Ted Dawe’s award-winning children’s novel, Into the River.

Yes, it is now illegal to purchase, lend or exhibit Ted’s novel. Let me repeat that. It is now illegal to buy a copy of Into the River or to give one you already own to someone else to read, regardless of age. Or to show it to them. If you do? You’ll face a fine of up to NZD$3,000 (if you’re an individual) or NZD$10,000 (if you’re a company).

Why has Ted Dawe’s book been banned? Because, apparently, New Zealand conservative Christian lobby group, Family First, don’t approve of its content – teenage sex and drug-taking – even though this novel has already been reviewed and reclassified three separate times since September 2013 and deemed by many in the book industry to be a novel of great relevance to young adult readers – particularly teenage boys.

In the first instance, following complaints, Into the River was reviewed and confirmed for unrestricted sale. Then, following an appeal by Family First, it was given an R14 restriction. Then, following an Auckland Libraries’ protest, it was reclassified as unrestricted. And now this latest appeal by Family First has seen it banned completely pending another review in October. Continue reading


Can you pass out from an orgasm? I didn’t think so, but it turns out, yes. Yes, you bloody can.

The culprit? This beast, the Doxy Massager:

Doxy Massager

As many of you know, I tend to be a dildo girl (generally speaking, vibrators don’t hold quite the same level of interest for me) but I must admit to coveting a massage wand for quite some time. Mainly because the reviews for them have been so outstandingly positive on the orgasm front and I, er, kind of had this rather lovely little fantasy in my head involving M torturing me with one. (More on that in just a minute.)

However, once I ascertained that the existing ‘gold standard’, otherwise known as the Hitachi Magic Wand or ‘Magic Wand Original’, was out of the running (it’s designed to operate on 110/120 volts and I live in a country that runs on 230) I kind of shrugged my shoulders and let things drift.

I had my dildos. I was happy.

Not so M, whose interest had clearly been piqued by my passing confession re. the perceived hotness of vibrator torture. Armed with Google and a credit card, he embarked on The Quest for the Holy Massage Wand and, some time later, an unassuming brown box arrived at our front door.

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Eroticon 2015What makes a good erotica cover? Is engaging a designer worth the investment? What are the legal ramifications of using a stock photograph in an erotic context?

Last month, thanks to the lovely Ruby Kiddell, I had the opportunity to present my thoughts on these and other cover-related issues affecting self-published authors – including the pros and cons of various cover creation methods (DIY versus pre-made versus bespoke), design dos and don’ts, fonts, the terms & conditions minefield surrounding royalty-free library images, and the Amazon adult tag – to the attendees of Eroticon 2015. It was great fun and a number of you requested that I put my presentation online for post-conference consumption, which, unfortunately, I’ve only just had the opportunity to do due to travel commitments.

Sincere apologies for the delay, folks.

Obviously, the below presentation is top-line and not backed up by my in-person babbling, so if you have any questions about the various slides, please feel free to get in touch via the comments section and I’ll do my best to answer your queries. NB: I’ve included my session prompt notes, too, to help with the decoding of the various visuals but please be aware that these were my cues for the session rather than exhaustive descriptions for each and every one.


How important is a cover?

  • Really important.
  • Your cover is your shop window.
  • Generally speaking, it’s the first thing a potential reader or customer comes across when presented with your book. And the honest truth is that it’s what most readers – particularly those who’ve never heard of you or read any of your stories before – will use to judge whether they want to investigate further.
  • A good cover is a powerful tool. Your writing can be amazing but, just like if you were to wrap a diamond in old newspaper and present it to someone (as opposed to handing it over to them in a jewellery box), you’ll have to work that much harder to convince them of its quality.
  • Humans are visual creatures. For better or worse, we make judgements based on aesthetics – even when we think we don’t.
  • To demonstrate this, we’re going to play a game of cover bingo. Points for naming the specific sub-genre for each cover and whether or not the title is traditionally published or self-published. Bonus points for naming the publishing decade for the Elizabeth Lowell book.

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Image: Shot of Fire, gcardinal, Norway

A while back, for Wicked Wednesday, I posted an excerpt from a work-in-progress, 3, and over the past few weeks I’ve continued to expand it, developing both the characters and the storyline.

I have to admit, I’m breaking pretty much every conceivable writing rule in the way I’m penning this thing – no outline whatsoever heading my list of sins – but I’m enjoying myself, so I’m trying not to panic about that too much!

Famous last words.

The following snippet isn’t exactly racy. Sorry. But I think it gives a nice introduction to David, the ‘asker of the rules’ from the first excerpt. And Maddy, the woman to whom they apply …



Just after ten, we finally get a lull and I shoot out to take a quick leak, stopping on my way back behind the bar to change up the music to something that doesn’t make me want to stick my elbow in my ear. Def Leppard’s Hysteria has just given way to The Charlatans when Luke comes over and taps me on the shoulder, the frown on his face my first clue something’s not right.

“Got a problem.” He turns and I follow the direction of his gaze to the opposite end of the counter. At first I don’t see what he’s looking at. But then …

Ah, shit.”

The pixie. She’s trying to get up off her stool, her co-ordination totally gone, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar so hard her knuckles have turned white. She’s drunk. As in really, really fucking drunk. Even more worryingly, though, it looks like she’s attracted the attention of a couple of regulars, Hector and Oscar – two city boys whose standard MO is to hit on women who’ve had too much to drink. I’ve never had any outright complaints laid against them so I can’t justify banning them to the owner, but I don’t trust those assholes at all.

Not one inch.

I turn to glare a Luke. “How many drinks you give her?” I growl, tossing the iPod in my hand onto the counter.

Luke puts his hands up defensively. “Hey, don’t look at me, man. I’ve only served her once all evening.”

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The Shingle Beach Photo courtesy of The Shingle Beach

Welcome to Elust #71

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #72? Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Backyard Glory
Bra Wars
Versions of Ourselves

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Disabled characters: who do I write them for?
How Can You Think About Sex Right Now?

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*


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