She -- A Dark Erotic Tale

She was first written in 2006, as a submission for a magazine called Cthulu Sex, which, if I recall correctly, prided itself on works of sex, death and tentacles.  This story was perhaps my first attempt at erotic horror, but unfortunately, it didn't make the cut for the magazine. There's something about it I still love, though, so here it is, my lovelies.

Enjoy!

 

He’d first seen her from the walkway connecting The MGM and Excalibur casinos: she was below, in the milling flow of the sidewalk that ran the length of the strip.  Her dark, wavy hair was held back from her face by a pale blue headband; she wore a loose, short white blouse which had slipped down on one shoulder, and a black vinyl mini-skirt.  Her eyes, scanning the crowd, were the deep, liquid color of fine green glass, shaded by long, feathery black lashes.  But it was her lips he focused on: sensually glossed, they parted slightly in patient anticipation.  Perhaps she was only waiting, unaware of the tantalizing shimmer of her pout—but he doubted it.

This woman was a killer.

Dance of the Paper Dolls (Pt 3)

         <Pt 2

          “What are you?” she asked.  “Why are you doing this?”

          “Just the natural order of things, sweetness,” said the dark-haired girl.  “We had to make sure Genesis hadn’t killed you, or we’d have had to punish her, but now that we know you’re alright, we can get on with the party.”

          “Party?”  She was still groggy, her mind still slowly coming awake.  “I don’t… want a party…”

          The girl laughed—it was like ice and glass, hatefully biting.

          “Sure you do.  Colt’s been waiting ages for you to come along and play, haven’t you, Colt?”

          “Sure have,” the male agreed.  “But it’s all right, Cleo… let her catch her breath.”

          He smoothed back her hair; her shoulders relaxed a little.  Devilish as he looked, he seemed gentle.

          “There now.  You are pretty… no wonder our little puppy likes you so much.”

Dance of the Paper Dolls (Pt 2)

 <Pt 1

 

           She went to the window and poked her head out.  They were there, just as she’d imagined them: Darry in the same shirt and jeans—they were even dirtier now—and Genesis, standing behind him, her hands clasped demurely behind her back and her face upturned with a knowing, winking smile.

           Thankfully, though, no fangs.  And she wasn’t wearing that red kimono… just jeans, Doc Marten boots and a violet, laced-up-the-front corset top.  Her hair was pale blonde, but it wasn’t white.

           Maybe, Winnie thought to herself.  Maybe I am overreacting.

           Maybe I am a little jealous.

Dance of the Paper Dolls (Pt 1)

Darry had missed classes for over a week; she’d left him message after message on his cell phone and hadn’t gotten so much as a text in return.  Winnie was just about to contact the police to make a missing person’s report—something she knew she should have done from the beginning—when, amazingly… he returned.

She caught sight of him from across the student union—he was sitting in the teal nylon sofa chair he always sat in, waiting for her as if he’d never left.  A rush of sudden excitement filled her and she picked up her pace to join him, practically dropping her tray of food as she did; as she got closer, though, she realized how strange… how incredibly different… he looked.

Commentary: Join The Party

Today's new story, Join the Party, is a story I have mentally labeled "Pure Porn".

One of the reasons I like writing erotica is that I find it to be a really, really good staging ground to explore all sorts of characters, their personal developments, their psychologies, reactions, and opportunities in a variety of complicated and interesting situations.  When I started writing shorts for Foreplay and Fangs, I was interested in exploring a number of sexual behaviors, communities and identities.  That's why this blog has stories ranging from gay and lesbian tender romances, to supernatural horror, stories looking into flirty monogamous kink, wives getting banged while hubby watches, exhibitionism, and rough bdsm, and stories exploring the sexual side of creatures like dragons and werewolf fanatics.  One of the reasons I wrote Rhythm and Blues, a story I readily admit to be disturbing and uncomfortable, was to explore a little bit into the darkness of a damaged person's heart, and see where such a path would take me.  I might not have posted that story except that I felt the results, while potentially controversial or offensive, were solid, and they pleased me as a writer.  When it comes to such things as writing controversial subjects such as rape, rape fantasy, tentacle porn and sexual encounters before the age of 18, I tend to agree completely with this podcast by Remittance Girl, so if anyone wants to ask me why I write about women entangled with half-beast lycanthropes or why the desperation of a sexually abused girl, you can give that a listen.

But Join the Party is something I wrote for one very simple reason: it's porn.  Pure down-and-dirty get-your-rocks-off porn.  I felt like writing something naughty and purely for the sybaritic indulgence.  It's quite possibly over-the-top and probably not as in-depth as some of my other stuff, but that's not the point.

So usually I write things with a deeper idea of where certain questions will take me and what certain situations will say about a character and their inner workings.  I know lots of people will think it's ridiculous to say such a thing when writing porn, but I stand by it.  If you ever want to know what the "non-porn" motivation behind any given story is, feel free to drop me a comment.  But every now and then, something like this will make its way in here, and when you see them, I only wrote them because I had an itch to scratch, and I sincerely hope its the sort of thing that will make you squirm in your seat and perhaps try to sneak in a little "sessitimes" of your own, solo or with a partner.  Or with many partners.  I'm cool with that.

Enjoy Join the Party!  If you do like it so much you find yourself looking for a few sneaky moments with your vibrator or a bottle of lotion, well, do me a favor and give it a +1 or a retweet, would you?