How'd I end up trying to make this thing real? I had a job that used to kick my ass far more than 8 hours a day, regularly, and all the creativity in me dried up like roadkill on a hot summer's day. I used to write fiction constantly when I was in college, but after I hit corporate life finding the energy got hard.
After 10 years in corporate, I saved up money and decided to get serious with the writing bit. I think it's possible to eventually make this thing pay the bills, but in the mean time, it's about craft, and marketing myself with the right image that conveys to you, my reader, what I'm about, and keeping you (and me) happy with more stories.
To wit, my latest story, Talk to Me is now live!
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Years back, I was a Lolita-esque college girl and I had fantasies of seducing and torturing middle-aged men. I found them cute and sexy. But I was a virgin (yes, I didn't pop it as a teenager) and I kept dating different men (not having sex with them) trying to figure myself out as a woman. How to talk to a man, how to flirt, how to be frank about what I wanted, and to set boundaries, yada yada. Some men were uber pushy. I'd met those men as boys in high school and already knew I didn't like them.
What I wanted was the man who could be subtle, masterful, even, yet also, respectful. Kind. Gentle and confident enough to know when not to act. That's a rare thing, restraint. It is one of the most erotic things in a partner, not trying too hard, knowing just when and how to apply enough pressure. That's literal and figurative - a dude who jackhammers a girl in bed by default without easing her into it isn't doing either of them any favors. It usually takes a little finesse to get her into the state - and then she demands the jackhammer. The impressive bit is in having the skills to read those signs.
I learned, in my erotic travels, about a delicate kind of vulnerability in a male lover. How men are, like us women, just young awkward wannabes in a body they are still figuring out, and how we have wants, needs, that we sometimes don't know how to control, or wield. And that one of the most beautiful and charming - and erotic things - in a man is the initial self-doubt, when he sees something he wants, and isn't quite sure he can get it. The man who reacts with a bit of nervous tension, walking that line of wolf and puppy, is hot. He wants to grab and molest you yet, knows if he breaks the rules, he won't get any of what he wants.
Of course I enjoyed the power behind it. What woman doesn't? Men have their own power, too, when a woman has surrendered her physical self and he's getting her good. They revel in their possession of us, and we revel in being possessed. But before ... there's the anticipation. The talking about it. The dancing around it. The threat of it, something delicious about to happen, the worry that it won't ...
Talk to Me is about savoring that white, pure edge of almost there, before you even get to the sex. The mindfuck, the courting stages. I'm a Libra, so, this is the part that often turns me on the most, before we even get to the naked bits.
Told from a male point of view, this is one with a lot of dirty dialogue you might just enjoy acting out aloud with your lover. Enjoy! :)
- Mira
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