Chasing my Mojo

A few days ago, I vowed to plunge back into my writing, in order to purge the pain from my heart.

It kinda worked.

I still cry myself to sleep most nights, and struggle to watch anything even remotely sentimental on TV, but my Muse has drifted back into my life, one hand on my shoulder as I thrash out ideas on the computer. Okay, there isn’t much thrashing going on. It’s more of a quiet mulling, but dramatic licence exists for a reason, right?

Anyway, I started two new stories this weekend, both of them set in the shifter forests of New Hampshire. If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you’ll quickly spot The Wolves of New Hampshire series, a story where an ordinary city girl called Nadia is abruptly plunged into the intense competititive world of male shifters who have little to no contact with the outside world.

The Progenitors

Naturally, the men are naked (forest rules apply. This ain’t Twilight), and Nadia finds herself drawn into a forbidden relationship with a young shifter, as well being pulled into an intense girl-girl romance.

What? None of my stories are 100% straight. They all blur the boundaries to some degree. Gay men experiment with women (usually unsuccessfully), straight women sleep with other women, and all my transgender characters have fluid relationships.

Back to the shifter story.

With six stories already written, and the Happy Ever After in place, I was suddenly inspired to write the next part of Nadia’s adventure, which opens with a three-guy gang bang and her cuckolded lover. Nothing like plunging straight in, right. A good policy for a sexy story, not so much fun in real life, right girls? I always prefer foreplay or plenty of lube for an abrupt plunge.

(That goes for guy-guy action too, by the way).

Anyway, there’s already plenty of sex, a theme which should continue throughout the new series, however many books it turns into (probably four, but we’ll see).

In addition to the above shenanigans, I was also inspired to write a parallel story, which is a gay adventure romance, and takes place alongside the original Wolves of New Hampshire stories.

With so many guys in the forest, and so few women, a young man has to find love somewhere, right? So two of them, with occasional input from their pack-mates, will enjoy secretive (at first) gay sex and love in the forest while the events of Nadia’s story play out in the background.

Something for everyone, and a chance to expand my shifter universe along two different threads.

Watch this space for updates.

iHeart the new release from Kelly Love!

One of my Facebook friends has finally been able to spill the beans on a secret she’s been bursting to announce for the past four weeks.

Kelly Love (not to be confused with the Australian fashion designer) is very excited about her first ever release, a novella length office-based lesbian romp, Carnal Lust. It’s a pure F/F story, with only occasional hints to anything remotely M/F. 😀

“Stacy Quinn is a hotshot copywriter, working at the world’s top advertising agency. She has the looks, the smarts and the drive. She has it all. Or so it seems…
Stacy has secrets, dark secrets that haunt her every single day. Every night she chases a new woman to satisfy her lust. But each conquest leaves her feeling emptier than the last. When new manager Marcy arrives at the office, Stacy finds the ground shifting beneath her feet.

Will Marcy be another wet, hot and steamy conquest or can their relationship blossom into something more?”

At 15k, Carnal Lust is packed with story and steam, plus a good dose of will-they-won’t-they intrigue. Stacy Quinn bounces (literally) from woman to woman, hoping each one will fill the emptiness within her. The sex is hot, hard and sticky, but leaves Stacy feeling as lonely as ever. However, the new boss provides Stacy with a different kind of distraction, that of writing copy for a range of adult merchandise.  This has the added bonus of bringing the two women close together from the outset.

I’ve been involved in the project as a beta-reader and loved the mixture of fun and hints of darkness that infuse Stacy’s life. Kelly’s also considering a sequel, so more hot boss-and-employee frolics could follow. I already volunteered to beta this one as well. 🙂

If you sneak across to Kelly’s author page, you can even bag yourself a free deleted scene from the book, an idea I love so much I think I’ll steal offer something similar for my own stories.

Is it just me that takes notes during sex?

From that title, you’re probably imagining me lying underneath a guy with a spiral notebook in my hand.

That’s just silly… my handwriting would be too shaky to read afterwards.

So what happened was this;

I was on the bed, beneath a lovely young guy and we were seconds away from penetration. He was hard and wet. I was ready and eager for him.

And then, instead of sliding into me, he points his most precious part downwards and begins slipping it across my wet skin and down between my cheeks.

It was odd – but it felt lovely. I thought ‘This is a new one for me… I must get Lucy or Amber to do this.’

I suddenly realised that I was actually memorising the position of his body, how far my legs were drawn up, how hard I was breathing as he moved on me and exactly how it felt to be exo-humped.

Am I the only one who takes mental notes during sex, or do a lot of women writers look for new ideas whilst between the sheets?

Please tell me I’m not alone in this…

Concerned, Annie

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The research for TBL4 is in the bag

I’m putting together a scene for TBL4 – Chilled Out, where pairs of characters have to spend extended time huddling together in single-sized sleeping bags.

The characters will be mixed pairs of boys and girls who need to share their body warmth. Very, very immoral behaviour – and a problem for me, as I’ve never actually shared a sleeping bag with anyone, so I didn’t know if it would be possible for two people to squeeze into one, never mind getting up to mischief as well.

So I called a buddy who hill-walks a lot to see if he and his girlfriend would be up for a bit of posing. His girlfriend answered his phone, but she seemed quite taken by the idea and invited me round. That would be fine, I thought. They can slip in together and I can ask them to adopt a few sexy positions and I’d have my answers.

So I got to their house – only to find that she was eight months pregnant!

‘Um…’ I said. ‘This isn’t really going to work, is it?’

She dismissed my concerns and threw me Rob’s mock-camouflage sleeping bag, which I dutifully rolled out onto the floor.

‘So what is it that you want me to do again?’ she asked.

‘Um…I wanted you and Rob to get in this thing together and snuggle up in a couple of different ways.’

‘Why?’

‘So I can see if it’s possible for two people to be comfortable and…um…’

‘And…um?’

‘And maybe have sex…or something.’

Lindy stared at me for a moment. Her hands absently rubbed her swollen belly as she considered my words. Then she shrugged.

‘You guys will have to do it, then. I’ll go and get the tea started.’

So…long story short, Rob got home and Lindy shouted through from the kitchen that I needed a bit of help with something. Now, Rob isn’t a bad-looking lad. He’s fit as hell from mountain climbing and hill walking, but I’d never even entertained the idea of getting close to him.

But he shrugged off his boots and slipped into the sack…literally. Lindy wandered through, drying her hands on a tea towel, chewing on something that I didn’t want to think about (she was pregnant, remember) and gestured for me to get in with him. So I slithered down his body and we lay on the living room floor like a couple of hot dogs in a bun, wondering what the hell to do next. My cheeks were burning. Yeah, I know. Even I get embarrassed sometimes. Especially when my friends boyfriend starts to get hard through his jeans because I’m lying on top of him.

‘Okay…he said. What do you need help with?’

‘I need to…’ damn, this was embarrassing. ‘I need to try out a couple of positions…in here.’

‘To see if it’s possible?’ Rob grinned, throwing Lindy a sly glance. She rolled her eyes and wandered back to the kitchen.

So in the space of the next ten minutes, I found that it was indeed possible for a woman to straddle her man (although it put a lot of strain on the fabric and pushed my back down) and for him to lie along her back and take her in a Tight Squeeze (Flat Doggy). Missionary was fine as long as I didn’t try to lift my legs off the floor. Rob was pressing against my girl parts at this point and it was a struggle to keep my voice level.

The other thing that emerged (the only thing, thank goodness!)  was that oral sex would have been pretty much impossible for two reasons…there wasn’t really enough fabric to allow anyone who wasn’t under five foot nothing to ball up between the other one’s legs, but even if they could have, suffocation was a real danger.

So…research completed. I ended up with my answers and Rob ended up with a massive boner that he didn’t bother to hide. If he’d been single, maybe I would have rewarded all his hard work (we were pretty hot by the end of it all and I had a wetty on) with a ‘pay-off’, but Lindy had been very understanding.

That said, maybe she would have been grateful if Rob had been allowed his ‘release’.  He wouldn’t be getting much for the next year, that’s for sure.

But I didn’t. Somehow I didn’t. Maybe the thought of a hormonal, kitchen knife-wielding mother-to-be was enough to cool my ardour.

Anyway, ‘The Bucket List Part Four – Chilled Out’ (the Christmas special) can now commence. And as I type, I will be smiling at the memory of all the hard work that went into researching it. 😉

Annie

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Cover Reveal! TBL2 is almost ready!

It’s here! I’m pleased to be able to show you the finished cover for TBL2 – Caught. This was created by the same artist who put TBL1’s cover together – and I could give her (or him…I’m not 100% certain) a great big kiss for this effort.

The early mock-ups had a nice tidy bed and no handcuffs, so I was very happy to see the changes – this cover is more in keeping with all the naughty goings-on in TBL2. I love Amber’s (on the right) sultry, calculating expression and Lucy (on the left) looks suitably uncertain of what’s about to happen.

I’m hoping to be able to announce the release date soon – so watch this space.

TBL3 – Flames of Passion  is now completed and has been sent off to SteameReads. I’m already wondering how THAT cover is going to look. Eight naked firemen should make for a sizzling hot cover. 😀

*Scurries away to begin writing TBL4 – Chilled Out.*

Urgent – 100 guys needed! Who’d go for a gang bang?

This is one for all you guys out there…It’s research for my new novella (The Bucket List – Part Three), so don’t get your hopes up. This isn’t a Facebook bring-one-bring-all party. 🙂

I’d like to hear from at least a hundred guys (just to make the maths simpler) – who would be happy to gang-bang my girl Lucy (the one on the right in the cover picture for TBL1) if there were seven other guys standing in line, waiting their turn to take her?

In fact, some of them may already have been there, so you’d probably be second, third, fourth or even higher on her score card.

This next bit’s for my own curiosity;

Would you be able to perform?

Would you be happy to have other guys watching you?

Would you mind being the eighth guy in line or would that just gross you out?

Would you go round again?

Please add more than just ‘Hell, yeah!’ if you can – it’s all for literature!

Thanks in advance.

SSS from TBL2

Today’s Six (seven) Sentence Sunday is an excerpt from the forthcoming ‘The Bucket List (Part Two) – Caught’, soon to be available from SteameReads.

Amber and Lucy are caught in the bed of a department store by a security guard, who immediately threatens to call the police.  Quick-thinking Amber offers him a glimpse of her body, but the guard is greedy for more.

At this point in the story, Amber has submitted to the store guard’s wishes and is partly undressed, having removed her blouse and her bra. BFF Lucy watches in horror as Amber is molested by the guard – his reward for not making the arrest official.

*

After about thirty seconds of fondling Amber’s breasts, the guard straightened up as if he’d made a decision. 

“Stand up!” he snapped. 

Amber’s shoulders sagged minutely, but she rose to her feet and faced the big guard, who was now standing right in front of her.

“Take off the skirt,” he said. 

Amber complied, moving deliberately slowly, pulling down the short zip and shrugging the skirt off her hips where it slumped to the floor to pool around her ankles. 

“And the knickers – drop them.”

“Amber…” I whispered, my heart sinking into my shoes.

*

Enjoy!

Sex – the unwritten (and fairly fluid) contract.

It occurred to me the other day that we enter into a sexual relationship with very little idea of what lies ahead of us. For the guys, their hope is for a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.  For ladies, the same would be nice, but add to that some respect, tenderness and hopefully a dash of fun too. Sex doesn’t have to be serious…

No, when we close the door (in most cases, but not all) we cross mental fingers and fervently hope that the evening won’t be a total disaster. Orgasms and fun would be nice. Erectile dysfunction, puking and unsanitary messes are not on the list, thank you.

That’s all expected – and sometimes it goes almost to plan. But what of the route to that final, satisfying sigh? What of the methods used to bring each other to that happy non-faked place?

If we’re assuming two complete strangers at this tryst, then only fumbling, trial and error will establish each other’s roles and preferences. But what if the guy is on the submissive side? What if the dark-haired, black-outfitted woman who agreed to come home with him isn’t the handcuff-packing dominatrix he visualised, but a meek librarian (no disrespect to librarians) who only wants a father figure to seduce and use her? Can you picture the scene where both await the touches of the other – but nothing happens? Such a let-down.

And even once the clothes do come off, who agrees on the oral fun? Who goes first? Foreheads could bruise if both parties drop to their knees at the same time.

Have you ever had one of those encounters where the guy just won’t go down on you, no matter how much pressure you apply to the top of his head? Or where he’s determined that missionary is best, even though you desperately need to be taken doggy-style?

I know that many of you will say that communication is the key here, but unless you are the assertive sort, it may be felt that to insist (i.e. hint strongly by tweaking your lover’s ears – or genitals!) on something will upset the other party. Gentle ushering, begging, making doe eyes and saying ‘please lick me…for at least eight to ten minutes and only then may you enter me using position B’ is one way, but it’s a tad clinical, wouldn’t you say?

Another useful method is to coo into his ear that you are loving what he is doing (still trying to get his socks off), but it would just be so HOT if he would just do one little thing (get on the same side of the sheets as you / insert favourite pleasure here).

It’s obvious that working everything out beforehand isn’t feasible (or sexy – unless you’re an accountant or a quantity surveyor) but we stumble into new clinches with very little idea of what we’re doing – or how the other person is wired up.

Anything could happen!

But, then, isn’t the thrill of the unknown all part of the fun? 😀

What IS IT with sex?

Exhausted

I don’t know if it’s just me, or if anyone else can relate to the unfairness of sex. I spent last night in the pleasant company of two bisexual guys and we all had a great deal of fun – three ways.

This experience was partly research for a new short story idea, and partly to ease an ache to be filled (you know what I mean, right ladies?). No-one can say that I’m not committed to my art. 😀

I wanted to get the low-down on how guys fuck (each other) and I was surprised by a couple of things that I thought I knew – but clearly didn’t!

At some point during their demonstration I found that I was so turned on by their fucking that I couldn’t help but gravitate towards the bed – and found myself getting fully involved with both of them.

Anyway, to get to the point, I was appalled to find that an hour or after having had a thoroughly pleasant time with these guys (and reaching the point where I had to wheeze ‘stop – please!’) that I retained no sensation of the evening’s activities at all.

Nothing. Even the warm glow in my tummy had faded.

Sure, this morning my thighs and my butt cheeks ached (I was trying to be uncharacteristically flexible in order to try out ALL the positions), but if last night had been a drunken haze, then this morning I could NOT have been certain that anything other than some light gymnastics or some over-enthusiastic dancing had taken place.

What the hell?  Where’s the lasting afterglow?  Where’s the week-long ‘ahhhh’ that should follow sex? It’s as if my body has just shrugged and said ‘right, now let’s get on with the day.’

What am I doing wrong?  Am I being too vanilla  (Hello…threesome?  Bi-guys in all three…ahem…too much info)?

No, I’m sorry, it’s just not good enough.  Mother Nature, I want a word with you! I want a memento of last night’s undignified hammering where I got nailed…um…damn it, I can’t even remember how many times!

*sigh*

STOP PRESS; I was showering a couple of hours later and realised that my nipples were unusually tender from the rough treatment they’d received.

BIG DEAL! I could’ve gotten the same sensation from jogging round the park in a cheap bra…

My first M/M short story is completed!

A few weeks ago I told you that I’d put my foot in it by erroneously assuming that the ‘gay’ requirement for a short story contract meant ‘lesbian.’

My bad.

I didn’t check my facts and ended up being contracted to write a 5,000 word piece on gay (guy) lovers.

Well, I decided to dive right in and emerged rather breathlessly at the other end having completed a nice little piece about the blossoming romance and subsequent bedding between two workers on a building site.

My gay (male) friend agreed to read it through for me. I spent a nervous evening, wondering if I’d just spouted inaccurate drivel like I used to do in my early puberty. In those days, my knowledge of male anatomy was rather sketchy and what little I did know was second- or third-hand from embarrassed girl friends who had brothers or who had spied on their older sisters’ boyfriends.

When I saw my friend the next day, he told me that not only had I managed to capture the feeling of love between the two guys (one ten years younger than the other), but he’d become seriously aroused and even ‘lubricated’ by the time he’d finished the story.  He actually asked if I’d ever witnessed two guys together, to which I said no, but his question assured me that I’d managed to get the anatomical details and sensations right.

After he left, my mind wandered a little (it’s dangerous when it does that) and pondered that if he’d offered to let me watch him in action, I might have said yes.

Just for research purposes, you understand. 😀