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#WIPitUp: Saving Grace (The Garden of Earthly Delights)

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Today, as part of the WIPitUp Wednesday blog hop, an excerpt from the first book in my forthcoming Garden of Earthly Delights series, Saving Grace. Yep, you heard that right. After much encouragement from the lovely Natasha Knight, I’ve finally decided to publish this beast!

If you’ve been following my blog since its early days, you’ll know that Saving Grace started life as an online serial, which I posted in instalments here on Chintz. However, despite best laid plans, it got kind of … out of control, and what was supposed to be a 15,000 word short turned into a 60,000 word novel. Given how it grew, and that the end result was quite a fair way from my original vision (suddenly, I had a far more complex story on my hands, and plot arcs and characters I never initially envisaged) I became increasingly reluctant to publish it in its entirety. I even, cruelly, left a number of dedicated readers hanging at around the half-way mark! *hangs head in shame* But Natasha read the finished manuscript, gave me a stern talking to, and basically made me realise that different didn’t mean bad.

So, deep breath … May I present Nick and Grace. Again. :-) Continue reading →

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Wicked Wednesday: Once upon a time …

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Image: John Anster Fitzgerald (1823-1906)

Fairytales. Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, The Red Shoes, Hansel & Gretel, Red Riding Hood, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Six Swans… I could go on and on (and this somewhat-comprehensiveWikipedia list does.) Is there a literary genre better suited to eroticizing? I can’t think of one. But maybe that’s because from my earliest memories of reading erotica, fairytales had a deep erotic allure to them. Eroticism winds subtly through so many of them, beating a steady, throbbing drumbeat just below the surface. Even the most innocent-seeming have a sensuality that tugs at my imagination.

Do they tug at yours as well? Do they inspire you to write or photograph something erotic and sensual, moody and dark, terrifying and creepy?

This week’s Wicked Wednesday challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to take a fairytale of your choosing and turn it into a piece of erotica. You can write a story, a snippet or a piece of poetry; or take a photo that you feel emphasizes an erotic element of a fairytale.

– Prompt by PiecesofJade

When I was a little girl, I had something of an obsession with Andrew Lang’s The Blue Fairy Book. My grandmother and grandfather had a copy and, despite its unassuming cloth cover and acres of dense text, it was one of the most exciting reading discoveries of my early childhood. Inside, the most brilliant collection fairy stories. Not the saccharin-sweet versions depicted in pretty picture books but ones with bite and grit. The endings weren’t always happy. Many of the tales were downright violent. Dark and painful.

I was both shocked and fascinated.

Thorn King, my very first published story (which appeared in A Princess Bound) was a fairy tale and, perhaps not surprisingly, it owes a lot in terms of tone and approach to Andrew Lang’s collection. In fact, my favourite reviewer comment to-date warns people about its content. I am exceedingly pleased (perhaps strangely) by this because it tells me that, like Lang, I succeeded in creating something provoking and different. (Many online reviews for The Blue Fairy Book state how ‘shocked’ they are by the rawness of its stories.)

Around the same time I penned Thorn King (which is an original), I wrote an erotic adaptation of the French fairy tale Bluebeard. (Of all the traditional tales, this remains one of my all-time favourites, not least because it still scares the living cr*ap out of me as much now as when I was a child!) It’s been sitting on my computer for quite some time but this Wicked Wednesday prompt seems like the perfect time to reveal a snippet. I really hope you enjoy it.

 

BLUEBEARD

You probably know our story. Or think you do.

Let me guess.

You heard about how I took a wife. Threw temptation in her way by giving her a key to the door I’d told her not to open. That I promised to kill her when she disobeyed and discovered the bodies of my dead wives.

That I’m a cruel, wicked man who deserves death for what I would do to her.

It’s funny how we twist things to hide the uncomfortable reality, isn’t it? How we secret away those dark little parts society doesn’t want to see in forgotten corners. Paint them in a lighter colour.

Oh, don’t get me wrong – there are fragments of truth in the tale you were told, such as it is.

I am cruel.

I am wicked.

My wife did open the door. But she didn’t find bodies behind it. Oh, no. She found her salvation. Continue reading →

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Sinful Sunday: To the Bat Cave!

The week’s Halloween-themed Sinful Sunday is celebrating all things spooky and wicked and sexy, and I cannot wait to see what everyone comes up with for this prompt. I went on a bit of a rampage in the local junk shop earlier this week and ended up with a number of potential props, including plastic spiders, centipedes and severed hands but, in the end, it was this $2.00 paper lantern that won the day. Now I just need to cross my fingers and hope that M responds to my Bat Signal …  Continue reading →

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Saturday Spankings: “Put your legs in the stirrups …”

I’ve not joined in with The Saturday Spankings before, so if we haven’t met previously, greetings! It’s lovely to have you here!

My entry for this week’s hop? A snippet from Diana, the first story in my recent release, Scene. If you like your Doms on the … crueller side, I think you’ll enjoy it. :-)

Thanks so much for stopping by.

Jane xxx

 

“Put your legs in the stirrups.”

Humiliation paints your neck a delicious pink but you comply, albeit slower than I’d like. I strip the gloves off, toss them in the station’s rubbish tin. Secure your wrists with the cuffs bolted to the sides of the table before fastening the stirrup restraints over your shins. You watch me the whole time, an intoxicating mix of shame, arousal and anger burning in your eyes.

Lovely, filthy girl.

I push the insulated stirrups apart, opening you completely, and lock them in position before stepping back and nodding at Steven.

“All yours.”

Continue reading →

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Wicked Wednesday: Losing it, asking for it

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We have all had that first time sex experience. What was your first time like? We’re you ready? Were you nervous? Do you regret it? Was it exciting and sensual and everything you hoped it would be? After the very first time you continue to experience more firsts. Your first blowjob. Your first threesome. The first time you realized the way you enjoyed sex was different than the way others enjoyed it. And somewhere in there you even experienced your first orgasm. Tell us about one of your firsts.

– Prompt by Stella Kiink

 

I was sixteen when I lost my virginity. It was at a party, in a muddy stockyard, in the middle of winter, with a boy, G, from school. We’d been eyeing each other up for weeks, flirting during class, hooking up at various social events, things going further and further until the urge to have sex was itching at us both like a hair shirt, maddening in its intensity.

We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but that didn’t matter to me – or him. I was never a hearts and flowers sort of girl and, unlike a lot of my peers, who generally had far more romantic notions when it came to giving away their virginity, I had a somewhat more pragmatic approach to sex. (Much to their consternation, my world-view didn’t really require that the boy I lost it to take me to the movies for six months and then profess his undying love over a candlelit supper.) Bluntly, having had a satisfying relationship with my own hand for quite some time, I was intrigued by the possibilities presented by a penis and didn’t place much value on waiting to ‘do it’ with someone special. My first time was very much something to get out of the way so that I could move on with experimenting and enjoying my sexuality.

I should say at this point that, although G and I weren’t officially an item, we were attracted to one another. With every look we shared – in the lunch queue, during seemingly endless maths lessons – the promise of sex was there and by the time the night in question rocked around, we both knew what was going to happen. He’d never done it before, either, and with the party raging in a woolshed roughly fifty metres away, the cold night air attacking every exposed bit of skin as we partially undressed and fumbled about in the dark with a condom it was, frankly, pretty awkward and uncomfortable. But neither of us was dissatisfied. Even more surprisingly, rather than it being a case of lost interest after the fact (as I suspected it would be) our desire to connect, against all odds, increased.

And that’s when things got interesting. Continue reading →

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Scene: Soap

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Image: Lux soap by Mario Spann 

Happy Friday, all!

Today, a final Scene teaser to kick off the weekend, which (all limbs crossed) should be available to purchase via The Zon within the next 24 hours. This excerpt is taken from a story titled Soap and was a blast to write, although, at times, I did question whether it might squick my readers out. Ah, well. Nothing ventured and all that. If you love the idea of punishment and being taught a lesson? This one’s DEFINITELY for you …

*Missed the first Scene teaser, An Unexpected Fare? You can find it here.

 

SOAP

I scramble onto the bed and lie my still-damp body down on the rumpled white sheets.

The seconds tick by. Then the minutes.

When he finally reappears the wash of relief makes my eyes prickle. But then I see the soap in his hand. “So,” he says coldly, peeling back the wrapper to reveal a snowy-white bar. “It seems we have two issues.” He crumples the paper and drops it to the floor. “One,” he pins me with his icy blue eyes, “lying.”

I shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I had every intention of–

The frigid look he gives me kills my apology dead.

“Two,” he continues, his mouth twisting with annoyance “your aversion to both my cum and your own.” He takes a step towards the bed and I clutch at the sheet beneath me. “The first,’ he says, placing a knee on the mattress and leaning down to press a palm to my forehead, “I think we can deal with very effectively with this.” He brings the bar of soap to my mouth. “Open.” Continue reading →

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Scene: An Unexpected Fare

London Taxi

Image: London Bus and Taxi at Night – Tim Sheerman-Chase

Today’s Scene teaser, an excerpt from An Unexpected Fare. 

I’ve been in countless London restaurants and black cabs over the years and have often wondered what sorts of deliciously deviant things go on in back seats or at tables, in full view of drivers and waiters. I’m sure we’ve all played footsie, surreptitiously fondled under cover of a tablecloth. Perhaps felt a hand slip discretely beneath our skirt. But what happens when it goes further? A lot further. And your most avid watcher isn’t a stranger?

 

AN UNEXPECTED FARE

“What are you doing?” she says, hoarsely, as soon as he’s out of earshot, her gaze fixed on the white linen tablecloth.

Slowly, deliberately, I move my trapped index finger so that the very tip of it grazes her clit, light as a butterfly, through her lace underwear. “What does it look like I’m doing, pet?” I say quietly. “I’m touching my wife.”

She sucks in a breath and casts a sharp glance at me before slowly dropping her eyes to look at her right wrist, still caught in Paul’s hand. “And Paul?” she whispers, not daring to look at him. “What’s he doing?”

I lean down, press my mouth to the milky skin between her neck and shoulder, catch her flesh between my teeth and bite lightly.

“Why, you, of course.” Continue reading →

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To watch or be watched? To see or be Scene?

I suspect that those of you who are regular visitors to Chintz already know that I have a bit of a thing for BDSM (No, Jane! Really?!), so it should come as no great surprise to learn that Scene, the collection of sexy, sinful shorts I’ve been working on for the past month or so is, well, a wee bit kinky.

Last Friday, I revealed the cover. Today – and over the coming week – I’d like to tease you a little about what’s lurking behind it. What sorts of stories have I written, exactly? What manner of delicious perviness might you expect to find within? Perhaps the blurb will give you a bit of a clue … Continue reading →