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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 …

 

3 – EXCERPT 2

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

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Backyard Glory
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Skinny bitch

I have been in two minds as to whether to post this picture. Not because it’s revealing – it isn’t – but because I worry that people will actually take the title and image at face value.

But, fuck it. I need to say this.

Earlier in the week, I was at a friend’s house. And someone there, someone I’ve met maybe twice?, perhaps three times?, decided to comment on my weight/size. The not-so-subtle implication being that she thought I had an eating disorder. Now, in so far as it went, her questions weren’t delivered in a completely impolite way – I’ve definitely had worse (see below). But they still pissed me the hell off. Why?

Because I get shit like this ALL. THE. TIME.

I’m not sure why but, for whatever reason, people feel that it’s perfectly acceptable – that they’re perfectly justified, even – in making comments about my body shape. That it’s totally okay to tell me I must have an eating problem. To ask me directly about what I consume on a daily basis (as if I’m supposed to produce a food diary for their perusal). To make snide, derogatory comments about my frame. Because you can’t possibly offend a thin person, can you? Continue reading

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Bra Wars

I have small boobs.

As in really, really small.

As in AA cup.

As in stick me topless next to a boy and look only at our torsos and you’d be hard-pressed to tell the difference between us. From waist to neck, I’m pretty androgynous.

I’m not ashamed of my smallness – although that hasn’t always been the case – and I’ve even called attention to my breasts (or lack thereof) in various photographs, such as this one. Bluntly, I’m comfortable in my own skin and I really couldn’t give two hoots if my body doesn’t conform to a standard or ideal. It’s mine and it does everything I want it to. (Well, mostly!)

That said, there’s one thing about having minuscule boobs that drives me absolutely nucking futs: finding a bra that actually fits and at least makes an attempt to acknowledge the concept of ‘sexy’.

Attention, lingerie designers and manufacturers! I may be shaped like a rake but I am not asexual. Nor am I twelve. Want to know what buying a bra is like for someone of modest proportions? Believe me when I say the level of difficulty is right up there with destroying the Death Star.

A long time ago (yesterday) in a lingerie shop (not so) far, far away …

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Exposed! My Mom Knows!

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Dis-moi…

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Image: Bola 3, Juanedc from Zaragoza, España

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is ‘dating’ and, as such, I’ve chosen to post the beginning of a story that’s been percolating in my head for the past few weeks as I think it fits the brief rather well. The idea for this piece – which, at this stage, I’m simply calling 3 – sprang into being at around the thirty kilometre mark of my recent alpine trek with S – who then had the dubious privilege of listening to me work through and discard various plot scenarios aloud for the remaining thirty.

The perils of being friends with a smut-writer, eh?

EXCERPT – 3

The waitress carefully places our drinks in front of us – a beer for David, a finger of vodka for me – and drifts away to the sounds of our murmured ‘thank yous’. Both of us watch as she weaves her way past the other tables of softly chattering diners, making well and truly sure she’s out of earshot. As she disappears into the kitchen David turns to look at me, the intensity in his dark eyes belying his carefully impassive face. 

He picks up his beer and takes a long swallow. “Rules,” he says, finally, putting the bottle back down on the table and sucking a bead of moisture from his bottom lip. “What are they?”

I lean back in my chair and regard my own drink sitting untouched in front of me on the white tablecloth. My fingers fairly itch to pick up the glass and knock back the liquor but I know I don’t want even a single drop of alcohol to taint this decision. It’s too important.

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Are you a self-published erotica or erotic romance author?

Have you created a cover for your eBook cover using a photograph you’ve bought from a stock library?

Have you had a cover designer create one for you?

If you’ve answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions, then read on because I’m about to babble about the decidedly unholy trinity of image licensing, erotica, and associated terms of use. It’s a post I’ve been meaning to write for a while now but, thanks to a tweet I saw late last week (more on that in just a minute), it’s been well and truly bumped to the top of my ‘things I need to blog about’ list.

I think we all know that using material that doesn’t belong to us for commercial purposes – words, images, photographs, drawings, logos, etc., etc. – without first paying for it and/or obtaining permission to use it from its rightful owner, is theft. And if you didn’t know that, then please go and look up the word ‘copyright’.

Like, right now.

But are you also aware that even though you may have paid for and legitimately obtained an image from a photographic stock library, you could be breaching said image’s terms of use by placing it on the cover of your latest steamy release?

For the majority of self-published authors, their first port of call when looking for a suitable cover image for their latest release is a royalty-free photo stock library. There are quite a number of them out there – iStockphoto, Image Source and Shutterstock to name but a few.

Why?

Because these sites offer thousands upon thousands of images of all types that can be purchased for commercial use relatively cheaply. In short, they make it really, really easy for you to get your hands on a professionally shot image. One that doesn’t look like you took it half drunk with Uncle Dave’s Polaroid or require you to pay any hefty usage rates in the same way you would on a royalty-managed picture.

The downside? You don’t get exclusive rights – which, in layman’s terms, means any image you pick could very well end up on the cover of someone else’s book, too.

Ever been sifting through Goodreads or Amazon and had a weird sense of model deja vu? Yep, that’s because the author – or publishing house – has purchased a royalty-free image. Compare, for example, Elle Chardou’s Darkness Awakened

 

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… with Emily Snow’s All Over You

 

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And Justine Elyot’s Captivated: Ten tales of Willing and Thrilling Submission

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… with Lexi Blake’s The Men with the Golden Cuffs

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