tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46608874180045760362024-02-20T23:32:37.937-08:00Polly Patkin's Erotic StoriesSexy fiction written & published by Yasmin CavendishAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-63529805055181741592013-06-04T16:44:00.000-07:002013-06-04T16:44:37.761-07:00I got spanked at the weekend!Well, not literally, not in a physical sense. But my girlfriend Bobbi gave me a severe verbal chastisement that left me feeling sore, embarrassed and ashamed. I would have preferred the option of offering my bare buttocks for a hard spanking, delivered with the rigid palm of her hand, or twenty merciless strokes from a bamboo cane. But no - she selected the far more painful punishment of carefully chosen words. She gave me a tongue-lashing, and it hurt like hell.<br />
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And what, you might ask, was the reason for this punishment?<br />
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Simple. I made the Big Mistake of blogging about a particular aspect of our relationship. I thought Bobbi had already agreed to it, but I was wrong. And so - and not for the first time in my life - I badly misunderstood the situation. I screwed up. I shared intimate details of our relationship with anyone who dropped by. The blogpost in question caused much wailing, and much gnashing of teeth, not only for Bobbi but for two other people as well. Oh dear, oh dear! It all hit the fan at very high speed. <br />
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<i>Whatever were you thinking?</i> asked Bobbi.<br />
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I really didn't know the answer. It's not like I was massively drunk when I wrote the blogpost. Maybe I was trying to make a point.<br />
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Things have settled down a bit since Sunday. Our relationship is back to normal. The 'aspect' I blogged about has gone away, and the controversial post has been removed. I think I've been forgiven, or maybe I'm just out on parole.<br />
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Oh well. Life goes on.<br />
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Below, as a kind of footnote, is how I imagine the punishment if Bobbi had chosen to wield a thin length of bamboo instead of a torrent of words.<br />
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<i>I approached the table nervously, clutching the hem of my short blue skirt, as if I expected a gust of wind to blow it upward. But there was no breeze in Miss Roberta's office. It was a small, musty-smelling room with only a single tiny window. She and I were alone, just the two of us. I tried to start a dialogue, in the faint hope that she might not carry out the punishment. </i><br />
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<i>'Please, Miss Roberta. Please don't do it. The cane hurts so much.'</i><br />
<i><b>Be quiet, Yasmin. You must endure the penalty for writing those foolish messages on your blog</b>.</i><br />
<i>'Please, Miss. I promise to be....'</i><br />
<i><b>Silence! Lift up your skirt. That's it - all the way up to your waist</b>.</i><br />
<i>'I'm so frightened, Miss.'</i><br />
<i><b>Try to be brave, Yasmin. Bend over and touch your toes</b>.</i><br />
<i>'Don't. I beg you. Please don't.'</i><br />
<b><i>Don't what?</i></b><br />
<i>'Please don't pull down my panties.' </i><br />
<i><b>Stop whining, you silly girl. Bend over and touch your toes. Keep still</b>.</i><br />
<i>'I can't, Miss. I'm trembling all over. I don't want to be caned.'</i><br />
<i><b>Relax your buttocks, or the strokes will be twice as painful. Are you ready</b>?</i><br />
<i>'Oh God! Please don't hurt me. I promise I will never....'</i><br />
THWACK!!<br />
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<i>The stroke put a line of fire across my naked bottom, leaving a narrow red-pink stripe on the skin. Another stroke followed. THWACK!! And then another. THWACK!! My rear cheeks were already stinging terribly, but the cane hadn't finished with me yet..... </i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-72127685377298638832013-05-20T09:40:00.000-07:002013-06-04T17:24:08.021-07:00Writing About Panties: Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We call them by different names: knickers, panties, briefs, undies, smalls. But whatever we call them, these items of clothing are a basic fact of life for women everywhere. I guess the only places where this doesn't apply are those little corners of the planet where people don't wear many clothes at all, except maybe a loincloth dangling from a piece of string. For the rest of the female population, a pair of panties is <i>de rigeur</i>, an essential item (except, of course, on those occasions when we choose not to wear them). It's probably true to say that most of us regard panties (whether our own or somebody else's) as fairly ordinary things - like socks - and not particularly worthy of special attention. <br />
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So why, after saying all this, do I write erotic fiction about panties?<br />
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It's an interesting question (for me, at any rate). I've tried to answer it a couple of times, in emails and in face-to-face conversations. The question usually comes from women, not from men. Those who ask it are usually people I know quite well. They know I don't conceal the fact that I write explicit erotic fiction about lesbian sex. Some of them enjoy reading my stories, and these are the people who'll turn to me and say: <i>"Hey, Yasmin, what's the big deal with you and panties?"</i><br />
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My answer is always the same: I write sexy stories about female underwear because I feel the subject is an unexplored kink in lesbian erotica. By 'unexplored' I simply mean that not many authors of lesbian erotica write about it. Plenty of these authors mention panties somewhere in their stories, but the mention is usually brief (please excuse the pun!). The panties tend to get removed soon after they appear in the story. Not many authors use panties as the main theme in a lesbian tale, in situations where underwear becomes the focus of erotic attention for the main characters. It's different, of course, in some parts of the spanking fiction genre, especially in stories where a female character is an adult 'schoolgirl' getting spanked by a dominant 'schoolmistress'. But I think a lot of these panty-spanking stories are written by male authors, or for male readers who get turned on by the idea of adult women wearing traditional school uniforms. I don't see many stories by female authors in which a lesbian spanking scene puts panties at centre stage.<br />
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When I first started writing lesbian fiction, I decided to concentrate on three sub-genres, as specialties through which I could build up collections of stories grouped by theme. One sub-genre I chose was bondage, both consensual and non-consensual. Another was the bi-curiosity of heterosexual women, leading inevitably to temptation and seduction. The third was panties.<br />
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All three sub-genres were chosen by me after email conversations with my friend Jen Saunders, a fellow-author of lesbian erotica. Jen advised me to focus on specific themes, because this is what she did herself: she reckoned it helped her to write better stories. Bi-curiosity and seduction held an instant appeal for me anyway, because of my own relationship experiences, but bondage wasn't something I would have considered without strong urging from Jen. She said bondage fiction was always in demand and would get me noticed by the online reading community, so I chose it as my second sub-genre - albeit somewhat reluctantly. To my surprise, I began to enjoy writing about bondage. But it has never made the transition from my computer screen to the bedroom I share with my girlfriend.<br />
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My choice of panty-related fiction as a sub-genre of lesbian erotica felt a bit weird at first. Also, I figured I couldn't write anything new on the subject because Jen seemed to have it pretty well covered. Stories about lesbian panty fetish were her main output in those days, and she seemed to have the market all to herself. I mean 'market' quite literally, because she was making money from writing custom erotica for private individuals. Her clients were mostly men who paid for kinky tales about lesbians indulging in various kinds of panty play. In some of these stories, Jen and her real-life girlfriend Karen turned up as principal characters, in situations where they seduced the customer's wife while all three of them kept their panties on. Jen often added bondage to the mix, some of it quite heavy and sadistic. Her clients really loved this stuff and couldn't get enough of it. Some of them even wanted to buy Jen's unwashed panties, but she never went down that route.<br />
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The first piece of erotic fiction I ever wrote was a softcore lesbian story called <i>Train Ride</i> which was essentially about British school uniform panties, or 'school knickers' as we used to call them. Jen Saunders had originally asked my sister Trish to write this story, but Trish passed the assignment to me. I enjoyed writing it, and Jen went totally wild about it, and I got plenty of feedback from readers after it was published online in 2005. What I liked most about the story was the challenge of making panties seem as erotic to female readers as they obviously are to large numbers of men. Judging by the very positive comments I got from women, I succeeded in this objective.<br />
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I soon had a little portfolio of lesbian panty fiction and discovered, again to my surprise, that the topic offered enough ideas for new stories to keep both Jen and me happily scribbling away. Jen sent one of her custom erotica clients over, and I was soon giving this guy what he wanted: stories about gay and bisexual women enjoying sex while their underwear stayed on. Like Jen, I agreed to appear as an occasional character in the narrative, in scenarios where I made love to the customer's wife or girlfriend. But I went a bit further than Jen and agreed to write myself into explicit scenes in which the customer himself was part of the action. So in some stories the guy had sex with me, and then with his wife (both she and I would still be wearing panties!). It all got very kinky and a bit messy, but it was strangely amusing and I had no problem with it at all. The guys in question paid a nice amount of money for this stuff. One customer even paid extra after I agreed - after some hesitation - to bring my sister Trish into the storyline (not only as co-writer, but as an additional character in the sex scenes). Trish helped me write some of the scenes involving her and me but we couldn't take the assignment seriously. Although we're not in a real-life incestuous relationship it's a taboo we've discussed without fear or embarrassment in the past, most notably 23 years ago when a particular situation arose, so it's not like we suddenly became shy about writing ourselves into a sibling incest tale. Writing those scenes was just one big laugh for us, because Trish peppered the narrative with lots of in-jokes that only she and I would recognize. I think the customer noticed our little game, because he asked for certain parts of the story to be rewritten. He was, however, extremely happy with the final version and (allegedly) showed it to his wife. Later, he asked for a sequel, but Trish and I had already agreed between ourselves that one story about 'lesbian panty incest' was enough. In any case, Trish had her own erotic fiction project involving elves and orcs and sexy Xena-type characters.<br />
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So, although I write in the genre of lesbian panty fiction, I'm not actually a panty fetishist. For me, panties are functional rather than erotic. I put them on in the morning, and I take them off at night. I like wearing them on cold days because they keep my butt nice and warm. I like buying new ones from my favourite brands, and I like receiving them as presents. Nonetheless, it would be a lie if I said panties don't turn me on occasionally. I have to say I do enjoy looking at attractive women in their underwear, whether in real-life, on TV or on the internet. Hardcore visual pornography doesn't do much for me, but a picture of a cute female ass in tight panties is very sensual and can often push my buttons. And it goes without saying that I adore the sight of my girlfriend Bobbi in her 'smalls', especially when she doesn't realize I'm staring at her. But the crucial aspect for me is that the panties must have a woman inside them. On their own, they're just items of clothing which don't give me any kind of sexual buzz.<br />
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Jen Saunders is different. She is a most unusual lady. I am not quite sure what to make of her. She is the only woman I have ever met who has a genuine panty fetish. And I do mean a full-on fetish, not just an occasional kink. I could say more about this. One day, I will say more, but I'll need to get her permission first. The key point is that Jen, unlike me, writes lesbian panty fiction because she finds it massively arousing. It's not just a literary sub-genre - it's a big part of her sexual existence. She boasts that her fetish is the reason why her stories were so much in demand from her customers - those panty-obsessed guys knew she was just like them, but a rare female version. They knew she enjoyed doing weird stuff like sniffing underwear from a laundry basket (something she openly admits to). They knew she enjoyed writing panty fiction as much as they enjoyed reading it, and this gave them an extra thrill. When she sent a client a customized story, she often included a little note describing in graphic detail how she masturbated while writing certain scenes. She once told me in an email that she only added these notes to keep the guy on the hook, to ensure that he came back for more stories. She complained that it was such a big effort for her - a gay female with no heterosexual experience - to share such intimacy with men. But she said it was necessary, a surefire way of holding on to her clients, whose payments funded her excessive drinking and smoking. She often told these men other intimate things, such as what kind of underwear she was wearing while writing their stories, and I think she rather enjoyed doing it. I suggested (half-jokingly) that she was a hypocrite, a closet bisexual who enjoyed teasing men via email. She wasn't amused. <br />
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In another blogpost I hope to include a sample of Jen's lesbian panty fiction, and also some samples of my own.<br />
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[<i>to be continued</i>....] <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">My e-book anthology of lesbian panty stories is available for download. <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/235720">Click here</a></span>.</b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-69064327323819902592013-04-11T04:59:00.000-07:002013-04-17T08:05:02.879-07:00Been away, now backI've been away from this blog a couple of months, or maybe more. Can't even remember the last time I updated it. Been away on an extended overseas trip, i.e. a sort of vacation. Well, not quite a vacation in the best sense (slouching on a beach in the sunshine, sipping something exotic through a pink straw) but rather a strange blend of family catch-ups and emotional patch-ups, with business meetings in between. No need to go into the boring details but basically I spent the first part of 2013 in Spain and Turkey.<br />
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In Spain I met my mother, who also happens to be my employer. She now lives in Australia most of the time but has some Spanish property interests that needed urgent attention, so she summoned me over from England to sort out the problem. It was all quite stressful and unsatisfying but it was good to be with Mama for a few weeks. She really is an amazing woman. She celebrates her 70th birthday next year but still looks as glamorous as she did in the 1960s. <br />
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After leaving Spain I traveled solo to Turkey to visit relatives and attend a couple of family events. I'm expected to behave myself on such occasions and not draw the wrong kind of attention. My past hangs over me like a dark cloud, threatening to engulf me in a fog of immorality. To some members of my Turkish kin I'm still a pariah, a renegade, an outsider who doesn't really belong. On this occasion I was welcomed into the family homes, but not everyone treated me in a friendly way. The fact that I'm in a homosexual relationship was mostly ignored, although some of the younger folk did ask how things were going, and I furtively showed some photos of Bobbi.<br />
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The best part of the Turkish trip was meeting up with Trish, my sister (half-sister really), whom I miss terribly since she left the UK. Unlike me, she has now been rehabilitated with The Family and all her mistakes have been forgiven or forgotten. Everyone congratulated her on how much she has changed in recent years. Swapping skin-tight jeans and clingy tops for traditional dress won't turn her into a different person, but it certainly made the trip a whole lot easier for her. <br />
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The upshot of all of this is that I'm now back at HQ, back at the computer. I suppose I could have found time to maintain this blog while I was away, but I didn't. I could have gone back on Twitter too, but didn't get around to it. So I've got plenty of catching up to do. I'll start blogging and tweeting again as soon as I get organized.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-29408444467803045012013-01-10T04:50:00.000-08:002013-01-10T04:54:41.453-08:00Secrets: a tale of lesbian love<i>An erotic story by my friend Karen...</i><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">The two women were no older than twenty-five, or so Berinda guessed, as she
watched them from her hiding-place among the trees. The small glade where they
met for their weekly tryst lay near the edge of the forest, not far from a half-forgotten trail, and its location had been a secret for many months. A secret
known only to these two furtive lovers, until Berinda discovered it.</span></div>
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harvest time, but only in recent weeks had she learned of their secret meetings
in the woodland glade. There, upon the green grass in the sunshine, they met
each week, at the third hour after noon. In a silence broken only by the
rustling of leaves and the buzzing of honeybees they made passionate love,
breathlessly enjoying each other's gentle caresses until the sun went down on
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Berinda knew their names: Cathkin of the River Ridge and Lily of the
Stoneland. She knew also the names of their husbands.
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">She wondered, too, what their husbands would do if they ever discovered the
truth. Berinda knew what her own husband would do if he caught her indulging in such pleasures: nothing at all, for he no
longer kept any affection for her and had little interest in her life. After
six years of marriage their relationship had crumbled, although Berinda still
had to yield her body to his drunken passion every Saturday night. She
detested him, and he despised her, calling her a barren witch. He often cursed her
childlessness but still leered at her voluptuous form whenever she bathed. Her
long black hair, reaching down to her buttocks, still fascinated him, as did her
narrow waist and sumptuous breasts. But Berinda no longer found him attractive
in any way, nor indeed did she feel attraction to any man. Her preferences were
shifting in a different direction, as she neared her thirtieth year, and she now
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Berinda's desires. She loved to see their blonde hair catching the sunlight in the glade, or their blue eyes shining as they whispered their secret love.
Every week, for the past two months, Berinda had followed them furtively to the
forest, creeping behind them as they made their way to their trysting-place,
watching as they slowly undressed. Seeing them kiss and caress in a
gasping embrace made her so envious that she almost wept with self-pity, wishing desperately that she could share the same delight. For
Cathkin and Lily always laughed whenever they kissed. They expressed their affection
with boundless joy, like a couple of golden-haired forest sprites, giggling
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glade with an honest heart, to admit that she enjoyed spying on their
lovemaking. Perhaps they might invite her to join them? Perhaps they might kiss
her breasts and stroke her feminine parts in the way they kissed and stroked
one another? Or perhaps they might become angry, running away in shame and fear,
tearfully begging the unwelcome intruder to keep their secret safe?</span></div>
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sight of their slender naked bodies writhing on the grass gave her such a thrill
that she always masturbated while watching them. There she would crouch, as silent
as a fox among the green leaves, with a hand beneath her skirt, coaxing her
moist slit to a quiet orgasm. Then, as her climax subsided, she would
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">For how many weeks could she endure such furtive self-pleasure, such
exquisite temptation, in secretive silence? How long must she wait before her
courage grew strong enough to reveal herself to Cathkin and Lily? To these
questions she had no answer, even though the words tormented her each
week as she trod the lonely path back to her village. She knew she was not yet brave
enough to show herself. One day, perhaps, the courage would suddenly come. Until
then, she could only watch and wait, before going home alone and frustrated, with
teardrops stinging her eyes as she walked through the bright woodlands.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-47864190142200697462012-12-21T10:48:00.000-08:002012-12-21T13:09:56.903-08:00Shaving<i>Here's me, Yasmin, reminiscing about a past relationship</i>..... <br />
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My ex-lover Susan and I dated for a year and a half. We met on a blind date one summer evening in 2005 and spent the night together at her house, enjoying each other's bodies until we were both exhausted. Susan was quite a reserved sort of woman but she certainly spoke frankly on our second date, when we went on a shopping trip. During a brief pause at a coffee bar she asked me how I felt about shaving off my pubic hair. All of it, every wisp and bristle.<br />
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Having already slept with Susan on our first date I knew she kept her crotch smooth and hairless. Shaved pussies do look cute and sexy, especially if the woman's labia are nicely shaped, and Susan's pussy was very beautiful. But shaving off my own pubes was not something I had wanted to do before, except the usual trimming and waxing around the bikini line. During my twenties I sometimes went as far as a kind of half-Brazilian, leaving a square patch of bristles above and around my slit, but the idea of a totally bald mound had never really appealed. I would probably not need to trim, shave or wax as frequently as I do if my pubic hair wasn’t so dark. <br />
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Anyway, Susan became quite insistent about it, so I agreed to go totally bald before our third date (when we again planned to sleep together at her house). Shaving the pubic area is neither difficult nor uncomfortable, but a suitably sensitive razor is absolutely essential. Being lazy, I used to persuade my sister to perform this task if she was around (and I’d have to reciprocate, of course). Unfortunately, Trish was off the radar in the days leading up to my third date with Susan, so I had to do the job all by myself. When it was finally complete, though after much cursing and squeaking, I felt quite pleased with the result. I checked my reflection in the mirror in my bedroom, standing with my legs apart, nude from the waist down, trying to spot any stray strands. I ran a finger over my mound to test its smoothness. My skin felt lovely and soft, like satin, and I knew Susan would be incredibly turned on when she saw it.<br />
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Well, I was right about that! She was so eager to see my new look that she started slavering like an animal when she got me home at the end of the evening. I was literally dragged upstairs to the bedroom, where she pretty much ripped my clothes off. Soon I stood naked before her, while she knelt at my feet to inspect my freshly shaved womanhood. Then something really weird happened - I became very, very embarrassed. I'm not usually shy about my body, having spent part of my twenties working as a dancer, but suddenly I was overcome with coyness. It was almost like the first time I ever undressed for sex. In fact, it was ten times worse. I felt like I needed to run off and hide. I wanted to curl into a ball in some dark corner where nobody could see me. Susan asked me if I was OK, but I just turned my head away and put my hands over my face. I knew I was blushing a deep shade of red (my skin is a light olive-brown, which makes even a slight blush look dark).<br />
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Fortunately, Susan is a perceptive and sensitive lady. When we were dating, she always knew what to say in awkward situations. She made a joke of my shyness and everything was alright again. Within a few moments we were giggling and cuddling on the bed, both of us feeling easy and relaxed and ready to make love. I still felt odd, still a bit embarrassed, but it soon passed. Even now, 7 years later, I still don’t know why I got timid all of a sudden. Nothing like it has happened since, but nor has anyone else asked me to shave my pubes, so it’s hard to know if the same feeling of shyness would hit me again.<br />
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That night, Susan and I took our lovemaking to a new dimension. Her passion grew so hot that I almost saw steam gushing out of her ears. Her reaction to my hairless pussy was manic, frenzied, slightly scary. She couldn't stop touching it, kissing it, running her hot wet tongue all over it. When we melded our bodies together it felt totally awesome, just as she had promised it would. Our smooth slits rubbed together like two slippery mouths. The subsequent orgasms were fantastic, mind-blowing, intense.<br />
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After that I continued shaving my pubes. Not all the time, and certainly not as often as Susan wanted. To be honest, I just couldn't be bothered. It's a bit of a drag, even when someone else does it for you. I guess it became a kind of special treat for Susan whenever I turned up with no bristles down there, but she didn’t hassle me if I presented her with a triangle of dark, half-grown fur. She still kept herself meticulously hairless the whole time and never seemed to mind razors and waxing and all that stuff. Being a natural blonde she could have sprouted a patch of honey-colored stubble and still looked fairly smooth from a few feet away. But she seemed obsessed with removing even the slightest hint of hair. That was okay with me, because I enjoyed stroking her lovely smooth mound, and placing tiny kisses all over it, and hearing the little gasps she made when my tongue roamed gently across its silky surface.<br />
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<i>Yaz xx</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-50523657726150381552012-11-29T07:53:00.000-08:002012-11-29T07:53:01.817-08:00The Debt: a tale of lesbian bondageIt was not supposed to be like this. Sarah knew this was not the kind of game she wanted to play. The knots were too tight and the thin leather cords bit into her skin. She had agreed to indulge in a bit of kinky bondage with Nikki and Jade but it was not turning out how she had expected. It just didn't feel right. In fact, it was starting to feel quite scary.<br />
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Her arms and legs were already aching from being stretched to the corners of the X-shaped cross. Every muscle, every sinew, every sensitive nerve in her body was hurting. Her limbs were pulled so taut that her breath came in short gasps which made her shudder all over. She was completely naked. Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly helpless. Between her splayed thighs her pussy was lewdly displayed, its flesh-lips gaping like the open petals of a summer rose. Her pubic hair had been shaved off with a dry razor which had left her feeling sore and tender. The shaving had been done after Nikki and Jade crucified her. Each of them had taken a turn with the razor, giggling as they drew it slowly across her skin. They had deliberately chosen a blunt blade so that the tiny blonde hairs were ripped from her crotch. <br /><br />
The cross was fixed to a gray concrete wall in the basement of an old warehouse on Ricken Street. In the dim yellow glow of a single lamp Sarah noticed that she was in a large, square room with a bare floor. It was empty except for a long wooden table in the center. To her dismay she saw that the table had metal handcuffs fitted to each corner. Upon the tabletop, arranged in a neat line like a workman's tools, lay ten strange-looking implements. Three were shaped like long, thick penises made of hard black rubber. She reckoned they were at least fifteen inches long, with bulbous tips pointing menacingly towards her. The largest was thicker than her wrist, longer than her forearm and had a raised brass ring halfway along the shaft. Merely gazing at it, and wondering what it would feel like inside her body, was enough to chill her blood. The other items were similarly disconcerting: a leather whip with five thongs, each of which terminated in a sturdy round knot; a thin bamboo cane; a ball-gag; a shiny metal rod with a rubber handle connected to an electric cable; a small hairbrush with stiff bristles; a pack of latex gloves; and a big tube of lubricant.<br /><br />
She had been left alone in the room for nearly an hour and she was stating to panic. Fear spread through her veins like poison as her mind raced with terrible thoughts. What if Nikki and Jade decided not to come back? They were supposed to be her friends, so surely they would not simply leave her in this awful place? On the other hand, why would anyone treat another person in such a degrading way, if they were truly a friend? After all, nice people don't strip their friends naked and tie them to crosses. Sarah now bitterly regretted her willingness to participate in this strange game. The only reason she had agreed to play the role of slave-girl was to please Colette, her lover, who owed money to Nikki and Jade. The session of kinky role-play was meant to pay off Colette's debt. It was supposed to begin with a couple of hours of light bondage, with Sarah being tied and spanked and gently flogged. This was to be followed by a sexy threesome - with Sarah still playing the submissive - and maybe later a foursome if Colette decided to come along after work. Sarah had refused to spend the whole night with Nikki and Jade. They were beautiful women and she certainly felt attracted to them. But she did not share their passion for extreme kink, nor did she want to spend more than a few hours alone with them. She reckoned they were slightly crazy. They were notorious around the local lesbian community for pushing the sexual boundaries too far, and for taking too many risks. Many of the things they reputedly did to each other went far beyond what most people regarded as acceptable.<br /><br />
Sarah began to shiver uncontrollably. Not because the room was cold. Indeed, the steam pipes running across the ceiling made the air hot and humid. Her nude, splayed body already glistened with sweat. But she was shivering nonetheless, because her tightly stretched muscles were going into spasm. The pain in her wrists and ankles was growing. She wondered if Nikki and Jade had left her alone to increase her discomfort, to make sure she was already hurting when they eventually returned to resume the role-play. She hoped they were intending to come back soon, even though she was not relishing the prospect of being whipped and abused. Her greatest fear was that they might not come back for a long time, and that she would be left in the basement, all alone with her pain and thirst. So she hoped they would return sooner rather than later, to do whatever they wanted to do, to have their fun with her, and then to release her as soon as it was over.<br />
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She wondered if she would be able to endure the ordeal without crying or fainting. Terrifying images flashed through her mind as she gazed at the table. Although not a person of vast sexual experience she possessed enough knowledge to realize what the latex gloves were for. The thought of being subected to such humiliation made her catch her breath. Her main hope was that the lubricant would be used generously, to ease the inevitable discomfort, and that the degrading ritual would stop if she screamed.<br /><br />
These and other disturbing images were still floating around in her brain when she heard footsteps and voices outside the door. She recognized Nikki's voice, and Jade's, but a third woman was also there. Not Colette, whose French accent was distinctive, but someone else, someone unfamiliar. Sarah listened attentively. She could not hear everything that was said but the debt was certainly referred to a couple of times. Suddenly she froze. Her breathing paused. Her naked, sweat-soaked body turned rigid, like the polished statue of a crucified saint. She felt sure her own name was being mentioned in the conversation. Then she heard Jade's voice speaking loud and clear: 'Yes, Colette went away on a business trip. It was totally unexpected.' And then came Nikki's voice: 'That's right. Our plans have changed. Colette said we can keep the pretty slut for the next five days.'<br /><br />
Five days! The words tore through Sarah's heart like iron nails. Five days with Nikki and Jade! Five days of sexual torment and unspeakable depravity. Surely there must be some mistake? Colette would not abandon her like that, not without first retrieving her from the clutches of these horribly perverted women. <br /><br />
And then the door opened, and she heard Nikki's voice again: 'Hello, Sarah. Want to hear the good news?'<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-87414355498745352752012-11-28T04:32:00.000-08:002013-05-20T16:36:21.738-07:00Writing lesbian BDSM: a personal viewI've always enjoyed writing lesbian bondage fiction. Soft or hard, consensual or non-consensual, the whole girls-only BDSM thing really fascinates me - but only as a theme for a story. Away from the keyboard it's a topic that has played almost no part in my life. I say <i>almost </i>because I've occasionally indulged in the kind of vigorous lovemaking that some people might call 'rough sex'. This was mostly with men, not women, but that's another story for another day. Even now, I am not averse to giving or receiving a firm slap on the bottom when fooling around with a playful girl. But I'm no spanker, and neither is my partner Bobbi. Nor is my sexual personality dominant or submissive. My stories of cruel mistresses and pretty slaves are not drawn from personal experience and derive entirely from my imagination.<br />
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Whenever I've written a BDSM tale I have simply chosen a scenario, switched on the computer and seen where the narrative takes me. But I would be lying if I said this kind of stuff doesn't turn me on. Writing about bondage has always felt a little bit exciting, like dabbling in a taboo. Some of my kinky stories were certainly more arousing to create than others, and my fingers would leave the keyboard and go wandering down the front of my pants. Btw, I heartily recommend stroking as a useful way of dealing with Erotic Writer's Block. It usually works for me, anyway ;-)<br />
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The consensual bondage storylines were always my favorites. Writing them never failed to turn me on, even if I didn't always go as far as touching myself. With non-consensual stories it mostly depended on what kind of mood I was in. If I was feeling depressed or angry, I could complete a fairly sadistic tale without getting aroused at all. Sometimes I would finish writing and just end up feeling more pissed off than when I started. But if I was feeling happy and relaxed, I could get aroused by pretty much anything I wrote, even if it was something that came close to being extreme bondage. There was no pattern to any of this. When I sat down at the computer to write an erotic story - whatever the theme - I never knew if I was going to get aroused or not. I remember one occasion when I was writing custom erotica for a client. I got terribly bored with typing the narrative for a non-consensual lesbian bondage scene, but then everything perked up when the scene changed to male/female domination. It was extremely hardcore heterosexual action and it really turned me on. This happened at a time when I was supposedly a 'lesbian', having told everyone I was done with guys for good. Like I said: no pattern to it. A classic case of Go Figure...<br />
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It was always interesting to get the opinions of my chief proof-readers: my sister Trish and another author called Jen. Trish has always steered clear of hard BDSM in her own stories but she grudgingly agreed to read my preliminary drafts. I would give her a printed copy and she'd come back and say 'Well written, but too nasty'. Jen on the other hand is a total bondage freak in every sense and always gave my so-called 'nasty' stories a big thumbs-up. She was never shocked by anything and reckoned there was a considerable demand for hard lesbian kink among female readers of erotica. Maybe she was right. I saw her a few months ago and told her I was intending to publish my old stories as a series of ebooks. She asked me if I would do the same with some of hers, all of which are brilliantly written and exceedingly kinky. Look out for an announcement about Jen's stories in the near future. <br />
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Over the years I've toyed with ideas for a lesbian bondage novel. I actually made three attempts, each of which fizzled out after a couple of chapters. The first was a historical tale featuring the Egyptian queen Cleopatra as the exotic captive of kinky Roman ladies. The second used the well-trodden idea of a women's prison with harsh rules. In both of these the bondage was non-consensual, but in the third novel I switched to a consensual theme based around a research institute where weird sensory experiments were performed on willing female volunteers. At some point I might publish all three as mini-novels in ebook format. I haven't done anything with them for a long time but recently I gave them a re-reading and, to be honest, I was taken aback by the severity of the BDSM scenes. My first thought was that I couldn't imagine writing such material now, because I've assumed my tastes in literary kinkiness have mellowed somewhat since my long break from writing. But last week I penned a new tale of consensual bondage and, to my surprise, it became quite 'hard' in terms of what the dommes were planning to do with their submissive slave-girl. It's a very short piece, like flash fiction, and it will appear on this blog in the next day or so.<br />
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I'm currently collating a few of my longer bondage stories for publication as an e-book anthology which will hopefully appear on Smashwords in January 2013.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-88428863526859605602012-11-15T04:33:00.000-08:002012-11-15T06:08:12.845-08:00Writing Erotica: a family affair?Over on Twitter my wonderful webfriend Ms Quote recently sent out a poignant question to her fellow erotic authors:<br />
“Do your friends and family know you write erotica? If so, what do they think?”<br />
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I replied in a couple of tweets which Ms Quote <a href="http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/writing-erotica-the-secret-hobby/">later summarized on her blog</a>. Here's what she wrote:<br />
<i>“Most of my friends know I write erotica,” Yasmin says. “My sister encouraged me to start, mom finds it amusing, and granny is none the wiser. My mom describes my erotic stories as ‘quaint,’ even the ones I think of as explicit. Hmmm. Not sure what she means by that.”<br />“Quaint”? Either Yasmin’s mom hasn’t read her books or maybe she’s more hardcore than Yasmin gives her credit for being.</i><br />
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Ms Quote is very perceptive. She's absolutely right: my mother is indeed worthy of the label <i>hardcore</i>. My sister Trish and I used to think of our dear Mama as open-minded, a genuine free thinker, like the hippy chick she evolved into in the 1960s, but <i>hardcore </i>is surely closer to the truth. How many women of her generation, I wonder, would gleefully read an erotic story - written by her own daughter - in which the main character was obviously herself. Yet that is precisely what she did, back in 2003 or thereabouts, when she was on the cusp of her sixtieth year.<br />
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The story in question is <i>The Girl On The Bridge</i>, one of my sister's fantasy tales about heroic female warriors in an imaginary land. It revolves around a beautiful senior lady with long, silver-white hair and a graceful figure. This character behaves flirtatiously with two handsome young men before interacting with them in a very intimate and totally inhibited way. As with most erotic fiction written by Trish the sexual scenes are very explicit, with all kinds of jaw-dropping kinkiness going on, but it is right up there among my all-time favorites.<br />
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Due to personal circumstances I didn't get to read <i>The Girl On The Bridge</i> until the summer of 2004, but I already knew of it from telephone conversations with Trish and our mother (whom we call 'Mama', rhyming it with 'La-Marr'). When I did eventually digest the story I really loved it, and I could see why Mama loved it too, and why she was happy to identify with it. Even the difference in age between the main character and her younger lovers reflected Mama's own relationship choices in the early years of the new millennium.<br />
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Without delving into too much detail, or breaking confidentiality, I can safely say that our mother has led a colorful life. It's almost like she never gave up the old hippy philosophy and chose a life with flexible boundaries and not many rules. I think both Trish and I followed in her footsteps, even if we plowed our own little furrows and went in different directions. Neither of us can be described as living a conventional life, at least not in the way such a life has a template or stereotype. It was inevitable that our mother would be a massive influence on how we turned out, because she was always a lone parent who raised us by herself without much help from anyone.<br />
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So, yes, I reckon our mother qualifies as <i>hardcore</i>, at least in terms of her attitude to the erotic fiction we write. The fact that Trish and I have always discussed the topic so openly with her, telling her about our latest storylines, probably makes us hardcore too. On a note of vanity, I am pleased to report that Mama's favorite story is my own <i>Kath Personal</i>, an oddball tale of voyeurism and bi-curiosity, which I've recently included in my lesbian anthology <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/235720">Smooth & Tight</a>.<br />
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At the other end of the tolerance spectrum is our granny, whom I also mentioned in my Twitter conversation with Ms Quote. This venerable lady, still very much alive in her big old house, is my paternal grandmother, my dad's mom (Trish and I had different fathers). But she has always been 'granny' to both of us. I dread to think what she would do if she ever saw our naughty stories. Profound disappointment wouldn't quite cover it. Granny is quite a religious person and a staunch adherent of tradition. She goes into a mad frenzy if we walk out into the street without covering our heads, so I can barely imagine what she might do if she saw our names turning up on an erotic fiction website. I expect she would attack us with the antique cavalry sword she keeps in the basement!<br />
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And so we come to Trish, my sister, who is three years older than me. It goes without saying that she has no problem with my being an author of sexy stories. Her only gripe about my writing is my reluctance to explore heterosexual themes. She reckons my portfolio of fiction is too narrow to give full rein to my creativity. I understand what she means, but I really only want to write lesbian stories. This isn't because my lover is a woman, nor is it due to a lack of practical knowledge about heterosexual intimacy (my relationship history pre-2002 defines me as bisexual). It's simply a matter of personal choice. I enjoy creating stories about beautiful women making love with each other or indulging in kinky stuff like spanking and bondage. I don't feel any urge to create similar tales featuring male characters.<br />
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In my own past I've enjoyed moments of intense intimacy with men, but I'm unlikely to draw on these experiences when writing a story. I do, however, intend to share some of them on this blog, partly because I'm aware that not everyone who visits here is exclusively interested in Sapphic sex. This will meet with the approval of Trish, which is very important to me. In any case, I am sure she is right about the need to broaden the scope of my writing. Creating lesbian stories is what really turns me on, but blogging about my heterosexual experiences will be a kind of compromise. <br />
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Incidentally, Trish reckons she wrote me into one of her stories, in the guise of a dancer called Liana who performs a sexy routine for the Three Vixens (a trio of scantily-clad female warriors who appear in a series of tales). Trish says she based Liana on me, because I was dancing professionally when she wrote the first version of this story in the mid-1990s. Personally I'm not convinced, because Liana is a pale-skinned redhead who looks nothing at all like me. My own theory is that she's a composite character, a blend of me, Trish and our mother, subconsciously created by my sister as a literary nod to the fact that all three of us worked in dance at various points in our lives. The story featuring Liana is called <i>Dancing With Vixens</i> and will appear in an e-book anthology I'm compiling at the moment. <i>The Girl On The Bridge</i>, previously mentioned, will be published as a free download on Smashwords.<br />
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My sincere thanks to Ms Quote for starting the Twitter conversation that prompted me to write this blogpost. Please visit her fab website <a href="http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/">A Good Woman's Dirty Mind</a> and follow her on <a href="http://twitter.com/MsQuote2">Twitter</a>.<br />
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It's the perfect start to the day: being woken by her gentle touch in the early morning. She knows how much I love it. That's why she's doing it now, in the half-light of dawn, at the beginning of a lazy weekend.<br />
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Emerging slowly from a sleep of dreams I become aware of her soft caress. Through a drowsy haze I sense her fingertips on my thigh, tracing long oval shapes all the way up to my hip. Still drifting in the warm limbo between sleep and wakefulness I half open my eyes. I'm on my back. She's lying beside me, on her side, with her face resting on the pillow. My own pillow is almost totally hidden by my hair, a tousled black mane that frames my head like a dark halo. <br />
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I roll onto my side, putting my back towards her. Not because I don't want to see her lovely face so early in the morning, but because I like it when she runs her fingers up and down my spine, and around my shoulders, and on the backs of my thighs, and over my ass.<br />
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We're both naked, of course. I don't like sleeping in clothes of any kind - not even nightwear. Even though I'm now almost a year past 40 my hair is still long and thick, like it was 20 years ago, so my head and neck get hot and sweaty on a warm night. Maybe I should get my hair cropped short, like hers? Or maybe not. I know she likes touching it, and playing around with it, and brushing it after we bathe, and running her fingers through it.<br />
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I hear her breathing softly behind me. She's very close. So close, in fact, that I can feel the hard tips of her nipples pushing against my back. She's making a little purring noise, like a kitten. I want to turn over and kiss her, but then the caresses along my spine would stop. So, too, would the firm squeezing of my buttocks. Her pleasant stroking up and down the groove of my ass would also cease abruptly.<br />
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So I stay where I am, with my back towards her.<br />
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And now her middle finger is under my body, probing from behind, sliding along the narrow band of skin between my anus and pussy. I'm so sensitive there. I sometimes wonder if I've got more nerve-endings in that place than anywhere else in my body. Being stroked there, by someone who knows precisely where to touch, is almost unbearable. I start gasping frantically, like I'm drowning in deep water. And then her finger reaches the front. She touches my pussy-lips. Too heavenly! But I don't want it to stop.<br />
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I'm nearly fully awake as she moves even closer. I can feel her breath on my shoulder. She whispers something but I'm too distracted to acknowledge it. Her middle finger draws back from my pussy, retracing its course until it reaches my butt-crack. There it pauses for a few moments, nestling in the dry heat, its tip resting on my anus. Then it slides forward again, going very slowly. When it reaches my pussy a second time I can't bear it. She's teasing me mercilessly, but she has gone too far. I'm awake now and I want more than a tease. Forget the gentle touching! What I need is Sex, and plenty of it. I want more than a couple of fingers moving around down there. A tongue would be nice, to really start the day. And then a pair of velvet-soft lips putting tiny kisses all over my pussy.<br />
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I roll onto my side again. Her arms are around me. Our bodies press together. One of her hands is buried in my hair, holding the back of my neck. The other is behind my waist, crawling over my ass. For the first time since the teasing began I open my eyes fully, gazing straight into hers. Our eyes meet - mine and hers, dark brown and pale blue - sharing a feverish, hungry stare. We both know what's on the menu. Our mouths join in a hot, slippery kiss. We're smiling as we do it, because we're tasting the flavor of the night before, and we're remembering the things we did to each other.<br />
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She whispers again, and this time I hear it: 'I love you.'<br />
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These are the only words she needs to say, and the only ones I need to hear. I echo them back.<br />
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'I love you, too.'<br />
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No more words are necessary. It's time for deep kissing, and more touching, before the session really begins. I slide two fingers inside her. We'll talk later, when the sunrise turns the walls of our bedroom to gold. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-42292306358850470422012-10-31T18:10:00.000-07:002012-10-31T18:13:03.382-07:00Do you like it?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Check out my e-book of <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/235720">lesbian panty stories</a> .....Yaz x</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-67048722341556902672012-10-30T11:40:00.000-07:002012-10-30T11:55:53.464-07:00Writing erotica<br />
People start writing erotica for all sorts of reasons. Some come to the genre as fully-fledged authors of non-erotic fiction who decide to add more spice to their tales. Others just like the idea of creating a sexy story as a turn-on for their readers (and for themselves).<br />
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In my own case, I began writing erotica to relieve the intense boredom of convalescing at home after a long illness. That was in late summer of 2004, a few weeks after I returned to the UK to live with my sister Trish. I didn't have much prior experience of writing, except for a couple of months as a rather hapless freelance journalist, but I felt I was up for the challenge. It was Trish who actually nudged me into it, asking me to be chief proof-reader for her sexy stories about elves, <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/246303">orcs</a>, dwarves and heroic warrior women. I enjoyed the task, and found it quite easy. Sitting up in bed, with a red felt-tip in my hand, I happily trawled through heaps of handwritten drafts, some of which went back fifteen years or more.<br />
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Then, one day, Trish suggested I should write some erotica of my own. She handed me the rough outline of a story she had been planning to write for a lesbian fiction website. I accepted the assignment and spent a lot of time on it. The result was <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237761"><i>Train Ride</i></a>, a kinky little tale of female bi-curiosity, lesbian seduction and soft cotton panties. It was published on the site and immediately received positive feedback from readers. Buoyed by this encouragement I decided to continue, so when Trish asked me to finish one of her fantasy tales (set in an imaginary Tolkienesque world) I was happy to do it. The storyline existed only as a rough draft but I rather liked it: a young female warrior seduces a sexually frustrated older woman in a roadside inn. I finished it in two days, gave it the title <i>A Different Kind Of Meat</i>, and presented it to Trish, who published it online alongside her own stories. Flushed with enthusiasm I carried on writing, and proof-reading, and putting stories on the web, even after I got well enough to take on a part-time job.<br />
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I decided at the outset to write fiction with exclusively lesbian themes. It's no coincidence that the default setting of my sexuality had been moving from 'bi' to 'gay' for several years, since the late 1990s. My most recent intimate relationship before my illness had been with a woman and I felt a deep yearning to stay on the same path, in both my writing and my personal life. My sister wanted me to broaden my horizons to include hetero fiction, but the genre held no real attraction for me, even though I had enough practical experience to describe in detail what goes on between a man and a woman. I did write a few stories with male/female sex scenes but these were specific assignments for a 'custom erotica' service where the reader defines the storyline.<br />
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Both Trish and I stopped writing at around the same time, five years ago, when our day jobs and other commitments left little time for anything else. We now no longer live together, nor are we even on the same continent. When we met up a few months ago, at a family occasion in Turkey, we discussed the possibility of publishing our stories in e-book format. This was how the Polly Patkin website started, taking its name from one of the more polite nicknames bestowed on me by my girlfriend, who calls me 'Polly Patkin' whenever I have a clueless, brainless moment. The site was originally to be called 'Lazy Lucy', a nickname I've had since childhood, but I'm not as lazy as I used to be (whatever anyone else might say!) so I ditched the idea.<br />
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Since setting up the website and beginning the long task of re-formatting our stories I've started writing erotic fiction again, in a small way, to see if I can still do it. It feels slow at the moment but if I get something finished I'll announce it here. I'm slightly rusty, like the Tin Man after the rain got into his joints. My girlfriend, who at 35 is six years my junior, assures me that an hour or two of creative writing is good therapy for a 40-something woman. 'You need to keep your mind active at your age,' she says, with a smirk and a sly wink. The trouble is, I'm not sure she's joking!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-67138029957157865002012-10-26T01:32:00.000-07:002012-10-26T01:32:02.067-07:00You and me....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-84680432477878169472012-10-24T10:54:00.000-07:002012-10-30T11:46:14.885-07:00More Orc Girlz!<div style="text-align: center;">
Yes, those lusty orc ladies can now be found at Amazon.com......</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Orc-Girlz-ebook/dp/B009VJ0BOQ/"><b>Orc Girlz: a collection of erotic stories</b></a> (Kindle edition)</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-7722270022047561162012-10-22T09:08:00.000-07:002012-11-15T12:32:10.774-08:00Free erotic story: lesbian orcs & elves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span itemprop="description">In this sexy, humorous story by the author of <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/246303"><i><b>Orc Girlz</b></i></a>, a tough female orc falls in love with a human girl and tries to win her heart.</span><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/247368"><span style="font-size: large;">A Touch Of Romance</span></a> </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-85113614068858132712012-10-18T09:45:00.004-07:002013-04-17T07:58:07.560-07:00Orc Girlz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some years ago, my sister Trish wrote a number of erotic stories about sexy female orcs. I've published six of these tales as an e-book anthology under the title Orc Girlz. The book is available for download at $1.49.<br />
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Trish is a brilliant writer who taught me everything I know about the erotic fiction genre. She created an entire imaginary world, The Heartland, as a setting for her stories. Her orcs are like the ones in <i>The Lord Of The Rings</i>: rough, tough, coarse and violent. But her female orcs are also exotic and sensual, with the same physical and emotional needs as their human neighbors.<br />
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If you're curious to see what these 'goblin girls' enjoy doing when they encounter an attractive man (or woman), take a look at these <b><i>very explicit</i></b> tales.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/246303">Orc Girlz</a></b></span></div>
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<b>A collection of erotic stories by Trish Miran</b></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-62277148793256551982012-10-18T09:09:00.000-07:002012-10-18T10:40:39.033-07:00Lesbian Panty Stories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Smooth & Tight</b> is the title of my new e-book, an anthology of five erotic tales of lesbian panty fetish. These stories are very kinky, deliciously sexy and quite explicit. They explore what I consider to be a 'hidden taboo' among gay and bisexual women, namely the sensual potential of another woman's underwear.<br />
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Agree or disagree? See what you think after you've read the book.<br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/235720"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Smooth & Tight: Sapphic Panty Stories</span></b></a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-7782992084562576282012-10-18T08:50:00.002-07:002012-10-18T10:42:09.764-07:00Free erotic story: Train Ride<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A young, married businesswoman has an unexpected encounter with a beautiful girl during a train journey. Read this <b>free erotic story </b>by clicking the link below:<br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237761"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Train Ride</b></span></a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660887418004576036.post-45227208904369634792012-10-18T08:32:00.002-07:002012-10-18T13:53:06.948-07:00Polly says hello!Welcome to the Polly Patkin website, the home of high-quality erotic fiction.<br />
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All posts are by me, Yasmin Cavendish, unless stated otherwise. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15235415355046302208noreply@blogger.com0