Chintz has been a little silent this past week – and that’s because I’ve been here, on top of this beautiful hill, in a tent, with no Wi-fi:
Stunning, no?
I’d like to say that I was reading saucy books and writing more Garden but I, um, spent most of my time exploring the gorgeous North Devon coastline and getting myself wet in the mighty Atlantic. Oh, and eating fish ‘n’ chips and scones slathered in jam and clotted cream. (Lush. Totally, totally, lush.) Continue reading
It has been ages since I posted a Garden of Earthly Delights instalment. Ages. In fact, the last episode went up back in April :-/ The story has been continuing, though. Oh, yes. In fact, I am now roughly 15,000 words away from completing Nick and Grace’s story, which, when all’s said and done, will clock in at around 60,000. (I’ve inadvertently written a full-length erotic romance novel – how on earth did that happen?! Can’t quite believe it given that short stories have always been my thing …)
So, slight deviation from the original plan: this will be the last Garden of Earthly Delights episode posted on Behind the Chintz Curtain. It’s really become far too big and unwieldy to be read in blog form now (your eyes will likely fall out if you try to consume it from end-to-end, given its size) and I’ve made the decision to remove all but the first chapter from my site and self-publish the full version – properly edited – upon completion.
A big thank you to everyone who has read along to-date and/or encouraged me to keep going; I promise I’ll let you know when I finally hit the finish line!
Jane
xxx
When Grace arrived at the office just before eight the following Monday, Jack was already hard at work drawing – and clearly had been for some time.
‘Morning,’ she called as she made her way across the room to her desk, trying to ignore the aching soreness between her legs. She’d been at Nick’s almost the entire weekend, the sex they’d had on the Friday night kicking off an explosive two days that had seen him fuck both her body and her mind in practically every position and in every room of his house. Continue reading
I can’t believe I’m eighteen episodes into The Garden of Earthly Delights. This serial is now 35,000 words long (!) and we’re over the halfway mark. A massive thank you to everyone who has been reading along as I write, but especially to Josee, Connie and Snowdrop who’ve been acting as a mini cheerleading squad, commenting on the chapters as and when I post them. Hope you guys like this instalment; it marks a certain … milestone, shall we say, for Nick and Grace. I’m not sure about the tense switch I tried though; I’ll let you guys tell me whether you think it works!
Enjoy.
Jane
x
‘I must say that you do look quite fetching in that position. So very helpless. So very … fuckable.’
After forty-five minutes of being tortured by her own arousal, Grace felt like screaming in desperation. The mere thought of anything relieving the relentless throbbing between her legs was enough to make her squirm with hope and hopelessness.
Nick had systematically reduced her to a quivering, shaking mess with nothing more than his sly fingers, his voice, and the toy in his hand – or as she was coming to think of it, ‘that fucking evil piece of glass’.
He’d used it like a mercenary might a weapon – with absolute authority and without any pity or lenience whatsoever. Her entire body felt as if it had been twisted through the eye of a needle, the bones pulled out like wisps by the string of orgasms she’d been forced to have. The need to stop – the need to keep going – and find relief from the monstrous conflagration Nick had set burning within her pussy had become as important as the blood pumping around her body, the air permeating her lungs. Continue reading
Did you enjoy Nick’s text messages in part sixteen? Well, it’s Friday again and Grace gets to see him in person. Only thing is, she’s got the giggles …
The sound of a key turning in the lock of his front door had Nick glancing down at his watch. He looked up at Caelan, who was standing next to the window checking emails on his phone.
‘Eight o’clock exactly.’
Caelan glanced up. Smiled slightly. ‘You didn’t really expect her to be late again, did you?’
‘No,’ Nick shook his head. ‘I think we’re finally moving in the right direction. No small thanks to you.’ He cocked his head, listening to the sounds Grace made as she moved about his foyer. Hopefully removing her clothes. Continue reading
Since I attended Eroticon last weekend, I’ve been thinking. About lots of things. But, in particular, making more time to write. Not reviews, not articles, but erotica. More Five-minute stories. More serials.
Chintz went live approximately eight months ago and since then I’ve blogged nearly every week day. That’s a fair few posts! But while I’m tapping away furiously on my keyboard for a good few hours Monday to Friday, I’ve found that I’m devoting more and more time to reviews and less and less to writing stories. Continue reading
It’s Friday. And as promised, here’s episode sixteen of The Garden of Earthly Delights. I’ve tried something a little different with this instalment; it’s comprised of a series of text messages. I hope it shows that you don’t always have to be in the same room as someone in order to have sex with them. And, I, uh, might have taken a little inspiration for the toy in this one from Lizzie’s glass dildo review.
I’m really interested to see if you love or loathe this text format; do you think the messages work? Let me know …
Missed part fifteen? You can find it here. Continue reading
Image: Your temperature is dropping by C. Kennedy Garrett
After a whopping break between episodes (was it really November that I posted part fourteen of Garden?!), Nick and Grace are finally back. Sorry it’s taken me this long to crack on with their story; I got kind of sidetracked.
I’m 99.9% sure that those who’ve been following this serial have completely forgotten where we left things after such a lengthy break, so to refresh memories, here’s a quick re-cap …
Last time we saw Grace, she was at Nick’s place. She didn’t have her clothes on. And she was caught between a two delightful instruments: a feather and a crop. Oh, and Caelan was there lending a helping hand, too. All in all, things were going a lot more smoothly than they were the first time those three were in the same room together. So is it plain sailing from here?
Maybe.
This episode is pretty tame. But don’t worry; I fully intended to increase the heat level in the next few chapters. The next one will be posted this Friday.
Haven’t read Garden before? Start here. Continue reading
Today, I’m not doing a ‘proper’ post. Why? Because I’m chaining myself to my desk in order to work on The Garden of Earthly Delights. I have been neglecting it shamefully. There are still a fair few episodes to come (yes, I know what happens in each – I just have to write them!) and I’m beginning to think that Caelan and Jack are going to demand a stories, too … (gulp)
I know I’ve asked this before, but (once more with feeling) how did a ‘short’ serial get so out-of-hand?!
Segueing slightly, a fair few of you know that I belong to a really fabulous group on Goodreads known as BDSM (if you’re a BDSM erotica author or reader – or simply have an interest in kink – I strongly recommend you check it out) and last November, La Crimson Femme, moderator extraordinaire, encouraged me to take part in Bedtime Stories, which features narrated excerpts from the books of various BDSM erotica authors (such as Riley Murphy, Trent Evans, Lindsey Brooks, Kallypso Masters). I was really nervous about it because I’m not a published author and I know my writing still needs a fair bit of work. But I’m so pleased she talked me into it because I’ve received some really lovely comments from people since the recording went live – and I can’t tell you how encouraging that’s been. Continue reading
Image: Lupa – Julo (own work)
Since July of last year:
As I’ve added more and more reviews and articles to Chintz, I’ve become increasingly aware that it’s more difficult for visitors to find what they want quickly. Chances are, if you’re diving into the Toy Box or Words sections, you want to know what’s in them without having to scroll through all the pages.
Behold.
Two hyperlinked lists to make your Chintz navigation life easier: the Toy Box Index and the Words Index. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I’ve done a Garden post (nearly a month – gulp!), mainly because this episode took a lot longer to write than I expected it to. If you recall, we left Grace, naked, in the company of Nick and Caelan back in part thirteen. What will happen? (This episode’s accompanying visual should give you a very strong clue as to what’s in store for her …)
Haven’t read Garden before? Start here.
Seeing Grace sitting there so bravely, so openly, was beyond heady. And the way she’d responded to Caelan’s command, the way she’d pushed back her embarrassment and muscled herself under control? That had more than earned his respect. She was trying this time. Really trying. The thought made Nick harder than he would ever have thought possible.
Holding both ends of the blindfold in his hands, he moved closer to Grace and leaned over her to wrap the fabric around her head. Just before her eyes were obscured, he caught her staring up at him. Her emotions were clearly visible in them: Uncertainty. Fear. Arousal. The faint glimmer of trust that had bought her this far. That, above all else, was what he hoped would be burning far, far brighter by the end of their evening together.
Nick purposefully smoothed the material across the bridge of her nose and over the tops of her ears before tying the blindfold off just below the crown of her head. After making sure the knot was secure, he stepped backwards and regarded the woman in front of him. Continue reading
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