Tag: Erotica

Fan Submissions: Leases and Lust

I was looking for an apartment and having no luck, and time was running out. The real estate agents just weren’t showing me what I needed. After going through three brokers, a friend of mine introduced me to a very professional-looking agent who seemed to know her stuff. She wasn’t hard on the eyes, either; she had long hair, an athletic figure, enormous tits, and wore a business suit and glasses. We had a good chat and set up an appointment for some viewings, and she said she’d pick me up in her car.

I was annoyed on the day of the viewings when she texted me and said she was “so hung over” and needed a few more hours to get ready. I wanted to get this over with in the morning, as I had a busy day. Anyway, there wasn’t much I could do, so I just waited. She showed up with all apologies, and an outfit to match. Her tits were popping out and from her hair to the high heels she looked sexy as hell. I started to feel less pissed off pretty quickly.

The apartments she showed me were good, and it didn’t take much time. She was also a bit of a flirt and kept asking if I thought the bed would be big enough. As she was driving me back, we approached the intersection to my street and she turned the wrong way.

“Um, I think you made a wrong turn,” I said.

She replied, “You have to go back so soon?”

“Well, I guess I have time for a drink.”

“I was hoping for more than that,” she said.

I was a bit confused here, but she gave me a leading look with her eyes. I figured it was best to let her drive and see what happens.

After a few turns, we ended up at the first apartment we’d looked at, and she coolly motioned me out of the car and to the front door. She opened it with her key and we walked inside.

I started to say “Didn’t we just —,” but she spun around and put one finger over her lips to say “Shhh”. Before I could react, she grabbed me by the shirt and put her soft tongue in my mouth while pressing her hard body up to mine. I’d had a massive hard-on since the conversation in the car, and she unzipped my pants with one hand and began stroking my cock. I unbuttoned her shirt and began sucking the nipples on those huge tits, while she threw off her glasses and pulled me to the bed. “I want you to lick my pussy,” she said. This was definitely a woman who knew what she wanted.

It took a few seconds to get her clothes off, and I was playing with her tits when she pushed my head down to her waist and then to her pussy. It was shaved in a landing-strip style and looked very inviting. “Kiss my pussy, baby” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, but put my head between her legs and began licking her clit and her pink, juicy pussy lips. I could feel her rolling her head from side to side and her hands in my hair, begging my tongue to go deeper. After a few minutes she pulled off the rest of my clothes and we settled into a reverse 69. I really wanted to put my cock between those firm, bulging breasts, but I wanted to wait. Her pussy tasted good and I wanted to see if my cock liked it too.

She was writhing and moaning, and I didn’t wait for her to say “Fuck me”. I switched around and spread her legs wider. With a smaller girl, I’d have started slow, but with her I just thrust my cock into her dripping pussy and began fucking her hard and fast. She was making a deep moaning sound and I gave her my finger to suck on. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and I was going in deeper and deeper.

I could tell that she was a girl who liked to be on top, so I slid out and laid down. She gladly accepted the invitation, and sat down on my cock while keeping her feet flat on the bed. I played with her tits as she pounded downwards, taking in my whole shaft. She came at least once, but this was a girl who did not get tired, so I just laid back, enjoyed, and kept it hard.

The bedroom had two large mirrors on the walls, and I wanted to see myself fucking her from behind, so I switched places with her and turned her around. She arched her back and gave me the tightest, juiciest looking ass I’ve ever seen. I grabbed each ass-cheek and shoved my cock into her pussy again. I soon moved one of my hands up to her hair and pulled it back, while wetting the other finger in her mouth and sticking it in her asshole. “Do it,” she said. “Do it”. So I took my cock out of that tight, smooth pussy and stuck it into an even tighter hole, holding her slim waist as she rocked back and forth to take me all the way inside.

I finally had to cum, and I hadn’t forgotten those tits. I laid her down and put my cock between her sweating breasts while she licked the head, thrusting back and forth. When she said “Cum on my face,” I couldn’t resist.

My friend who introduced us called me later that day. “Did she show you anything nice?” he asked.

“And then some,” I said with a smile.

“Have you signed anything?”

“Yes,” I replied. And I knew just where I’d left my signature.

Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

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April 28, 2014
Interview: Betty Dodson

Artist, sex-educator, writer, and feminist, Betty Dodson originally began her career as an artist. In 1968, the Wichita-Kansas native entered the sexual arena with the first one-woman show of erotic art held in New York at the Wickersham Gallery. Three other exhibitions followed and in 1973, Dodson produced and presented the first feminist slide show of vulvas at the 1973 NOW Sexuality Conference, New York in which she introduced the then revolutionary idea of an electric vibrator as a pleasure device. She next went beyond the art world with her groundbreaking book, Liberating Masturbation: A Meditation on Selflove which became a feminist classic. Her subsequent work, Sex for One: The Joy of Selfloving, sold over a million copies and became a mainstay in some feminists’ circles.

Sex for One is in part, a memoir of Dodson personal journey for a healthy sexual self-image. The book also utilized her provocative and powerful images of couples making love, individuals exploring their bodies and close-up drawings of vulvas. In 2002, she published Orgasms for Two, a work embracing partner sex. Most recently, she released My Romantic Love Wars: A Sexual Memoir, an e-book which details her experiences with America’s Sexual Revolution, the women’s movement and her feminist sexual activism with bodysex groups that she conducted over a span of 25 years.

Dodson has spent decades helping women and men understand that self-love is both healthy and beautiful and a portal to sexual freedom. Her work with sex-positive feminist, Carlin Ross, encompasses every aspect of female sexuality and continues to attract legions of admirers.

Betty’s Artwork

Francesca Miller spends 15 minutes with world renowned sex educator, author and artist, Betty Dodson to discuss her career and views on erotica today.

Q: A Women’s study class introduced me to Sex for One and I still have my original copy. Can you talk about the early responses to Sex for One?

For some, I was their favourite dirty joke, but many others appreciated my honest approach to a taboo subject.

Q: How has your work been greeted by the religious community?

Ignored as you might expect.

Q: There seems to be a generational divide between women and masturbation. Younger women and teens seem to embrace it along with sex toys and pornography, while older women still have issues with it. Can you speak to that?

Since I answer questions from girls and women the world over, I have to disagree with your assessment. Far too many continue to believe they will get their orgasms from Romeo’s penis once they find Mr. Right and “fall in love.”

Q: You are the first woman to refer to yourself as a sex-positive feminist. Can you discuss your brand of feminism versus what some consider traditional feminism? Have you noticed a change in the way other feminists respond to your work?

I can’t take full credit for that term. In the 80’s I joined an academic group of women who wanted to counter WAP (women against pornography) by creating FFE (Feminists for Freedom of Expression). Neither group lasted that long. However, I continued to use the term “Sex Positive Feminists” in my articles while others dropped it.

Unfortunately many feminists feared the subject of sex as a divisive topic. It took me 40 years of teaching women how to have orgasms with masturbation to finally enter mainstream feminism. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Q: In your workshops, you invite women to look at their vaginas and embrace their beauty. I’ve noticed that some women have their vulvas surgically transformed to fit the image of adult film actresses. I live in Los Angeles and have even ads on the radio for cosmetic vaginal surgery. Can you talk about it?

I didn’t have women looking at their “vaginas.” That’s the birth canal and we would have needed a speculum. Instead we viewed the outer form of the vulva to see we were all different and also quite beautiful.

Since women are so insecure, they see their boyfriends masturbating to porn and they imitate what they think men want. Most porn stars not only get their inner lips trimmed but they also have breast implants, liposuction, laser treatments and numerous other procedures to look good on camera. Labiaplasty is just another way plastic surgeons make money from foolish women trying to please men.

Q: The popularity of erotic romances like Fifty Shades of Grey has led many women to self-pleasuring and “battery-operated-boyfriends”. Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey? What do you think of literary erotica?

I enjoy well written erotica. However Fifty Shades was poorly written and it did the SM community a disservice. This subculture is always clear about consent and boundaries. Fifty Shades was the ultimate in romantic crap that we might call female porn.

Betty Dodson is a pioneer in women’s sexual liberation and has for more than 30 years been conducting workshops to help women (and occasionally men) overcome their reservations with their sexuality. An accomplished author, Betty’s first book Sex for One has sold more than a million copies.

April 25, 2014
Fan Submissions – Sweet Little Sister

I was travelling between a few cities on business, and fortunately one of the stops was where a good friend from university lived. He invited me to crash at his place for a few days, where he was living with a new girlfriend. I needed to save some money on hotels, so I gladly said yes. The girlfriend’s sister was staying with them for summer holidays, so I slept on the sofa.

We all went out and got drunk on the first night, and as my friend and his girl worked during the day, I was home alone with the sister. Her name was Sandy, and she was about 19 or 20 and spoke in a soft whisper. Her hair was long, straight, and black, and she had a slim, tight body. I’d been given strict orders by Jim and his gf not to try anything with her, especially as they saw us getting along “a little too well” when we went out boozing. I took Sandy out to lunch on the first day, and we watched DVDs together on the second. We were flirting a lot and I seriously was trying hard to keep my hands off her, especially with what she wore around the house.

By the third morning, I couldn’t control myself any longer. After Jim and his girl left, I was sitting in the living room and Sandy walked in, wearing a tight tank-top that showed her slim waist and little shorts that barely covered her ass. I wondered what was underneath. We’d been flirting a lot and it was time to see if she was just being playful. She sat across from me on the other couch, Indian style with her shoes off, and started the small-talk, but I got up and walked over to her.

I stroked her knee and her hair. She smiled and said, “What are you doing?” I didn’t reply, but went to give her a kiss. She gently turned her head, so I began kissing her smooth, young neck. After about a minute she said, “But what if they come back?” “They won’t,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

Sandy acted like a nun around her sister, but I could tell that she was dirtier. Her nipples were getting harder as I sucked them, and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as I rubbed it from outside. As I’d hoped, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Just as I was taking off her shorts, I couldn’t resist asking, “Are you a virgin?” She gave me a smile that told me she wasn’t. “No,” she said, “I’ve been f**ked before.” As I slid off her shorts, I saw a young and neatly shaved pussy. Evidently, she had made sure to be prepared. I wasted no time but darted my tongue onto her clit, gently fingering her at the same time. She moaned so loud that I was afraid her sister would hear it, wherever she was. I was hard as a rock, just hearing her moan and pant as I put two fingers into her tight, juicy pussy.

I soon felt her body contract, as she screamed and gushed forth her hot pussy juice onto my mouth and fingers. I was glad that she came, but worried that she might now be too tired, being on the petite side. Fortunately I was wrong. As she got her breath back, she sat up with a smile and a determined look in her eye, and in one fell swoop pulled down my underwear. She took my raging hard-on into her mouth and began sucking on it with passion and gratitude. I was standing up and she had got down on her knees, cupping my balls with one hand while stroking my shaft with the other. Part of me wanted to cum, but part of me wanted to be inside that slim and quivering body.

I gently pushed her head away from my cock and, not saying a word, laid her down on the sofa. I had to give my cock a few moments to calm down, so I flicked her clit and warmed up her pussy lips. “Put yourself inside me,” she said pleadingly. I picked up both her legs, holding them by the ankles, and slid my cock into her inviting pussy.

I started slow. Sandy was young, and I wanted her tight cunt to get used to me. I put a pillow under her ass for a better angle, and began to thrust more strongly. It was hot in the room – we hadn’t bothered to put on the air-con – and both our bodies were dripping with sweat.

I’d been standing for a while, and my back needed a break, so I pulled out and laid down, motioning Sandy to get on top. She gave me a shy smile to say that she wasn’t so good at this, but I didn’t mind giving her a try. She climbed on top and took a few seconds to put me inside her, and when she did, she let out a gasp of shock-pleasure. At first, she only went down an inch or two, just feeling my throbbing head, but after a few minutes she started to go down all the way, squeezing her tight pussy around my cock. I was reaching an amazing climax, but her eyes told me that she wanted to cum again. Soon enough, she shot her head back and gave a long, loud moan, got off my cock and put her dripping snatch on my face. She gyrated a few times and put her face up to mine. “Here, let me taste myself,” she said as she kissed and licked my lips and her pussy juice.

Now I really had to cum. She stroked my cock and I stood up, as she went down on her knees again. Taking me full-on into her mouth, she sucked my cock like mad. I finally just exploded in her mouth, and she sucked every last drop out of me.

We f**ked again after breakfast, and again in the late afternoon. When Jim and his lady got home, they were surprised at how tired Sandy and I looked after a day of “just sitting around”!

Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

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March 26, 2014
Fan Submissions: Hottest One Night Stand on a Tropical Island

My last significant birthday before I turn 40 is dashing towards me faster than when Santa gives Rudolph a whip on the old but cheek on Christmas Eve. The loneliness of being on a tropical island the size of the state of Indiana can be overwhelming at times.   With only my third date in six months, I am feeling an intense pressure from within to ensure this date does not end in just an “I had fun. I will call you.”

This tiny land mass I live on, surrounded by The South China Sea, is flooded with insanely hot women. Each one of them is more petite, and more sensual than the next. The women make a god-awful slurping sound when they slobber down their bowl of beef noodles, and sound like annoying mice when they talk at times. But, that is all forgiven when they look as hot as they do in their tight little mini-skirts. Not being able to get much more than an occasional hug from these tiny beauties has left me feeling way more frustrated than a 16 year who just can’t convince his girlfriend to give him a hand job.

The spring-time afternoon in Taiwan’s centrally-located city of Taichung had already passed both of us by on a whirlwind of a date. This was a date that was loaded with non-stop sexual innuendos. With the old and disgruntled taxi driver blaring opera music in the front seat of his car, I had my arm around the waste of this amazingly beautiful 30 year old Japanese/Taiwanese ballerina named Yuli.

I could feel how relaxed she was. I could literally sense her heart melting for me as no more words even needed to be said. The suspense leading to our first kiss could not have been built any higher. It was time to take action.   I glanced into her eyes. Our lips softly came together, her arms squeezed my shoulder blades, sending chills down my spine. I noticed through hands-on exploration that her panties immediately became SOAKING wet, and uncontrollable sexual urges were shredding through both of our fully-clothed for now bodies.

When I noticed how wet her panties were, I jokingly said “I suppose I should go home now.” She grabbed me by the shirt, and used her tongue to massage my left ear for what felt like an eternally erotic moment.   My sword was rock-hard already. That was when she said “ Not before you F**K me!!” I pretended to refuse the proposition a few times. I finally agreed to come “F**K HER!”

The taxi driver in the front-seat had done what most Taiwanese people do in completely awkward situations. He just pretended like nothing was happening. I appreciated his willingness to adapt to this situation of carnal desperation. After Yuli whispered her invitation, I knew this was the kind of offer that could not be contained in the confines of my tiny apartment with paper-thin walls that neighbors can hear my every move.

I was planning on making this girl “remember me.”   We both agreed that our bodies were way too hot for normal circumstances and we needed to go to a Sex Hotel.   Sex Hotels are extremely popular in Taiwan. They are also exactly what the name indicates. It is a place that people go mainly to just have sex for a few hours.   The remaining five minutes in the cab were extremely suspenseful. We both called a “truce” on touching each other. I think this was the only way to prevent us from giving this taxi driver an unwanted show.

Welcome to The Sex Hotel

The longest five minutes of our life finally ended when the driver dropped us at the door of our “2-hour” rented hotel room.   The room was astonishing. It came fully stocked with a sex swing, hot tub, and of course a big-screen for porn.   I felt like the pressure was on me to give this chick the ride of her life. So, we both jumped in the shower for a quick rinse and scrub down.   Her breasts were beautiful, her nipples were hard, her ass was tight. Everything about her physical appearance was incredible.   I shut the water down to the shower. I grabbed her hand to gracefully help her out of the shower.

That was when I hoisted her up with her legs wrapped around me. Our naked bodies pressed against each other with the hottest kiss of my life.   I carried her right to the bed with the porno being played in the background to add that extra bit of raunchiness. For the next 120 minutes, we rolled around, slapped, bit, sucked, swung, spanked, spooned, lifted, kissed, pressed, and did every possible sexual action until one of our final remaining moments together.

I unleashed all of my man juice on her in one final explosion.   It felt like every short skirt I looked at, every arm brush, every hug, every girl in the gym I flirted with, every tiny Taiwanese girl I fantasized over, all dashed into my head before the final eruption. Her entire body was covered from shoulders to her waste-line.

It was a release I will never forget.   The phone rang indicating it was our time to check out of the hotel. An amazing feeling of completeness rushed over both of us. No more words and not even any more kisses were exchanged. We both went our individual ways after that night. It was an amazing that I still think about. Sometimes, it is better to just go out on top. That amount of emotion and passion could have never been repeated between the two of us. I am thankful we both realized it so quickly.

Joshua Dent

Joshua Dent was a typical corporate America drone banging his head off the desk trying to get ahead in “Corporate America.” Now, he is an English teacher living in Chungli, Taiwan. He also enjoys doing stand-up comedy, blogging, hiking, and exploring Taiwan in his free time. And, of course, he also loves checking out Taiwan’s “eye-candy.” You can check out his blog at http://wanderingwildman.com/

SimplySxy welcomes articles written by our readers on any topic of their choice. Each submission is edited and published the same as from any of our Sexperts and Contributors.

March 20, 2014
Fan Submissions – The Headhunter

I’d been looking for a job for about two months, and things were pretty tough. When a Headhunter called me for an interview, I began to think that there was finally some light at the end of the tunnel.

I arrived for the interview in my best suit and ready to impress. I was on time, but had to wait about 45 minutes. When the Headhunter – “Therese” — finally called me into her office, I was greeted with the coldest bitch-face I had seen in years, and not even a smile or a look in the eye. “Sit down,” she said.

The first thing Therese told me was that she had already filled the position, and that she had allowed me to come in for the interview to “do me a favour”. She then asked me a few questions about my CV before telling me she was “super-busy” and that I had to go. I walked out of the office, fuming.

A few days later it was Friday, and a friend of mine, Steve, pushed me to go out to the bars to get my mind off things. We went to the usual place and then decided to try somewhere new. We walked in, and almost immediately I saw Ms Headhunter hanging out with a few friends, holding a martini glass and pretending to laugh. “F*ck,” I said to myself. She was the last person I wanted to see.

It was a fun place and everyone seemed to be getting drunk. After about an hour I was getting the next round at the bar when, sure enough, I saw Therese next to me. Obviously she knew I had noticed her, but I completely ignored her. It was taking a while to get our drinks, and she finally said, “You interviewed with me on Wednesday.”

“Oh yes. Hi,” I said indifferently.

I think she expected me to kiss her ass, and she was a bit shocked. My drinks came and I went away. I noticed, however, that although she may have been a cold bitch, she was actually a pretty hot one too. Her tight work outfit showed a nice feminine figure, with her tits looking perky in her pink blouse. I could also see the outline of a thong through her skirt, sliding between two peachy ass cheeks, which turned me on.

I was a bit surprised when, about half an hour later, she came over to me and started acting like we were “friends” and asking me about how my week was. I didn’t like her very much, but her personality seemed to do a 180. At first, she came over to me about every half hour under the impression of getting a drink, but then it was every fifteen minutes, and then she just sort of stayed next to me. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to apologize, was horny, or drunk, but I didn’t care. It was a loud bar, and she was talking in my ear and rubbing her lips against my skin every time she spoke.

By closing time, we were kissing in the corner, and her friends had already left. Steve gave me a thumbs-up sign and took off. Without asking her, I just took her outside and got a taxi, and we both went back to mine.

Therese had been rubbing my cock for the whole taxi ride, so when we got back to my place we started right away. I pushed her up against the wall and pulled her hair back as I kissed her neck. She spun around and grinded her ass against my cock, lifting her skirt so she could feel my hard bulge up against her skin. I teased her a bit and then spun her back and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me and I could already feel her wet pussy. There was no way we were going to make it to the bedroom, so I put her on the couch and we got the rest of our clothes off. Her tits were perfect, just slightly bigger than my hands, and her whole body was clean and hard, with a waxed pussy to top things off.

I tore off her thong and was fingering her while sucking those hardening nipples, when she grabbed my hand and put two fingers inside her fast moistening pussy. She was massaging her clit and I got the message, so I slid my tongue down to lick it myself. “Oh f*ck, that feels so good!” she screamed, and I kept licking and fingering till her pussy was sopping wet. It was now time: this girl needed to be f*cked.

I could tell that she was the type who wanted to be f*cked from behind, so I set her up and without warning thrusted my cock into that dripping pussy. She turned her head back, and her long hair hung halfway down her back – just right for me to pull. “Yeah,” she said, getting more and more into it, “Slap that ass”. I slapped it and continued f*cking her hard and fast. I didn’t want to show any mercy with this girl, and she didn’t want it either, as she moaned and shouted, “Make me your bitch, make me your f*cking bitch!” My cock rammed into that tight, juicy pussy again and again.

After a while, she collapsed with her head down on the sofa, but I wasn’t finished. I rolled her over and she gave me a dirty smile. “Give me that cock”, she said, and sat up, taking me full into her mouth and throat. I pulled her hair away from her face and made her suck harder and faster. I knew I had to cum, and finally, with my hand on her breast and her hand on my balls, I just let it all go, while she sucked me dry.

When we woke up the next morning, she put her hand immediately on my cock and said, “So do you forgive me for being such a bitch?”

“Yes . . . So are you going to help me get a job now?”

“First things first,” she said, as she stroked me and tossed her hair back. I guess I’d passed my second interview!

Andrew Slade

Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

SimplySxy welcomes articles written by our readers on any topic of their choice. Each submission is edited and published the same as from any of our Sexperts and Contributors.

March 6, 2014
Old School Erotica in Modern Times

The mega-success of E.L. James’s erotic trilogy, Fifty Shades of Grey not only spawned a plethora of imitators, but also sparked interest in old school erotic works like Story of O and Anne Rice’s infamous Sleeping Beauty trilogy. Detractors of James’s writing style noted the repetitions, literary clichés, the protagonist’s inner voice, and her awkward attempts at American slang. Most ignored the obvious appeal that a highly sexed, but monogamous romance held for female readers and waxed nostalgic for the golden days of good old sado-masochism – case in point, Story of O.

Anne Cécile Desclos, a French author, translator, editor, and journalist best know by her penname, Dominique Aury, published Story of O in France in 1954. Despite the French reputation for a permissive attitude toward all things sexual, Histoire d’O with its scenes of torture, group sex and humiliation, forced Aury to write her novel under still another pseudonym, Pauline Réage. In fact, Aury, the mistress of intellect and critic, Jean Paulhan, didn’t reveal herself as the author of the dark tale until 1994. It would take years before writers of female erotica felt comfortable walking into the international media spotlight.

Even Paulhan who wrote the preface, took pains to distance himself from the work and claimed not to know the identity of the writer. Why? Perhaps Paulhan realized how polarizing Story of O’s view of female sexuality was, especially in a period following World War II when feminist authors like Simone de Beauvoir were finding an audience. Story of O is distinctly not a feminist work; in fact, the novel came about because an aging Aury feared her married lover’s interest in her had waned. “What could I do? I wasn’t young, I wasn’t pretty, it was necessary to find other weapons.”

Paulhan, an aficionado of the works of the Count de Sade, had declared that a woman couldn’t write a work that equaled de Sade’s. How wrong he was. Aury saw his comment as a way to not only win back her lover, but also prove him wrong. She penned a novel of ultimate female humiliation which included no-nos like whipping, oral and anal sex, forced copulation, branding and labial piercing.

Aury didn’t slowly introduce her heroine to the world of BDSM, she immersed her into it almost immediately. The reader meets the beautiful O in a Parisian park in autumn. Her lover orders her into a taxi where he orders her to strip and delivers O to a mysterious castle where the protagonist’s tale of torture and sexual subjugation begins. Aury wrote the novel in the third person and weaves between the past and present tense. The author didn’t give her protagonist a back-story, didn’t break down O’s psyche, and didn’t even give her a first name. The writing was minimalistic, with little of the sensory detail modern writers include in their novels. Still, the sex scenes were much too hot for the button-down fifties and still shock today. When Grove Press finally published the novel in the United States in 1965, even the male translator used a pseudonym, a female one at that.

As a modern reader who likes erotic romances, Story of O was a bit hard to swallow. Aury did not write her novel as a romance or as a treatise on S & M, it is a masochistic sexual fantasy replete with whips, chains, and masks. Unlike modern works of erotic romance, O was not supposed to enjoy the encounters and, as one of the characters notes to another, “You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.”

I found myself wincing rather than enjoying O’s many carnal encounters. They never seemed to bring her joy or pleasure. Although I had my own issues the scenes of bondage and emotional and physical punishment in Fifty Shades of Grey, unlike Story of O, I never felt the heroine was in danger. The fact that the Byronic hero, Christian Grey, found himself falling in love with his sub, the virginal Anastasia Steele, changed the emotional dynamic. The novel’s main conflict was Christian’s persistent attempts to dominate Anastasia and unlike Story of O, the protagonist is the victor. By the second Fifty Shades book, the characters had changed places, the sub becomes the dom and the power passed into her hands, a major reason that Fifty Shades of Grey appealed to so many readers. While Story of O continues to elicit interest from some quarters and artist Guido Crépax’s turned it into a graphic novel, the novel is still very much a work of another time and place.

February 25, 2014
Book Review – Dark Warrior by Julie Shelton

Amidst the warring times of 14th-century England, Julie Shelton spins a most exquisite tale of passion, vengeance and a forbidden love that best encapsulates the power struggles and lusty fervour that one can only yearn for in fourteenth-century England.

Ms. Julie starts out on a morbid and harrowing note with Dark Warrior, with the ravaged and battered protagonist hiding the woods. By the time her rescuers—Nicholas Herron and Rolf Torgesson—learn of her true identity and that her attacker is none other than her betrothed the tyrant Robert Walford, the impending tragedy has already set itself in stone as the ravishing red-headed beauty has fallen deeply in love with them and they with her.

Julie weaves a novel of pure raw emotion set in Berwick Castle and creates realistic characters of intensity that will resonate with avid readers of fantasy taboo tales. This is definitely a page-turner as readers are drawn into the world of Kathryn, Nicholas and Togesson as they redefine the boundaries of seduction, sensuality, and shared ecstasy.

Dark Warrior will be released on January 15th 2014. You can purchase it at www.bookstrand.com/dark-warrior. For more information on Julie and her books, you can visit her website at http://www.juliesheltonauthor.com

January 30, 2014
Interview with erotic romance novelist Julie Shelton

Julie Shelton’s Dark Warrior

With two highly successful erotic romances novels, Loving Sarah and Owing Sarah, under her belt, Julie Shelton returns with her hotly anticipated third book, Dark Warrior. Based in Atlanta, Georgia, Julie received the Top Pick Award at Risque Reviews for Loving Sarah and is also a recipient of the EDPRESS Award for Excellence in Educational Journalism.

Due for release this January 15th 2014, I had the unique opportunity of getting to know Julie’s inspiration behind Dark Warrior and her passion for writing.

Mandy Tan: Congratulations Julie on the upcoming release of your new book Dark Warrior, as well as taking the time out to answer a few questions on SimplySxy. Please share with us about Dark Warrior and what readers can expect from it.

Julie Shelton: Thank you so much, Mandy for having me on SimplySxy. Dark Warrior is my third book to be published, but it was actually the very first book I sat down and wrote from start to finish—and that was over forty years ago! Readers can expect a thrilling story about three people who find a love so powerful, so forbidden, it places them in extreme danger and forces them to make devastating choices.

Mandy: What led you to writing Dark Warrior?

Julie: I was in college and buried in research on the Middle Ages because I wanted to graduate “With Honors” and in order to meet the requirements I had to write a paper of at least 100 pages on any subject, although the paper had to be in French, since French was my major. I had always loved the middle ages, so I decided to write my paper on life in a French castle during the 13^th century. While I was researching, taking notes on 3 x 5 index cards, one fact per card, the entire plot of Dark Warrior literally sprang into mind. I couldn’t write it down fast enough—also on 3 x 5 index cards, one sentence per card. The finished book filled two shoe boxes, which I lugged around with me for the next thirty years as I moved from place to place. When I got my first computer in 2003, Dark Warrior was the first thing I transcribed onto my word processor.

Mandy: Where did the inspiration come to begin writing erotic romance novels and what is the story behind getting your first novel Loving Sarah published?

Julie: Well, over the next thirty years, while Dark Warrior languished in its shoe boxes, I started keeping a writer’s notebook, which I carried with me everywhere, jotting down descriptions, thoughts, plot ideas, bits of conversations. You know. Everything. In the meantime, I was a children’s librarian, then a professional storyteller and puppeteer, writing children’s stories, songs, finger plays, etc. I also wrote what used to be referred to as a Gothic novel, as well as a teacher’s resource book on storytelling and making puppets.

I didn’t get the inspiration to write EROTIC romance novels until I discovered Lora Leigh, and from the first word, I. Was. Hooked. Couldn’t get enough. Started reading everything I could get my hands on, and back then, it didn’t seem like there was enough. Then I discovered BDSM. Couldn’t get enough of it! When the idea for Loving Sarah came to mind, I just sat down at the computer and started writing. I worked on it for four years, writing, polishing, editing, re-editing, etc.

Then I lost it! The entire 385-page manuscript. Wiped it clean out of my computer. I was devastated. Moped around for months, despairing of ever being able to rewrite an entire novel. And then one day I had to print something and the first page to come out of the printer was the 370^th page of Loving Sarah! The entire novel, except the last 15 pages was still in the print queue! Needless to say, I decided to finish it and send it off to a publisher ASAP.

I picked Siren because they published many of my newly-discovered favourite authors. You can imagine how thrilled I was when they said they wanted to publish it!

Mandy: What do you love most about writing erotic romance novels?

Julie: I love the deep emotional commitment and almost spiritual connection BDSM brings to a relationship. Then, of course, there’s all that wild, kinky sex, heh heh heh.

Mandy: I am sure your books have been an inspiration to many readers out there. Do you have any advice to aspiring erotic romance novelists?

Julie: Just put your butt in the chair and write. And when you’re not writing, read. Do your research.

Mandy: What are your plans after Dark Warrior and is there a fourth book in the pipeline?

Julie: There IS a fourth book in the pipeline. I am currently working on a third book about Sarah, Jesse and Adam which will explore the growing attraction between Jesse and Adam. It will be shorter than the first two. Then I’m planning books about some of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies.

Mandy: I am eagerly looking forward to reading Dark Warrior when it is out. Are you able to share an excerpt from Dark Warrior to give our readers a taste of what is to come?

Julie: I would love to share an excerpt from Dark Warrior. Just be sure to have a fan and a pitcher of ice water handy before you read it, lol.

ADULT EXCERPT

They stared at her, their hot eyes raking over her breasts, her belly, and the golden triangle of hair between her thighs. A hot flush stained her skin a delightful shade of pink, evidence of her acute state of arousal. And the fact that she was naked, while they were both still fully dressed gave her a feeling of deep disorientation. She was filled with such hunger, such love, such all-consuming need, she could barely stand.

Shivering, dry-mouthed, she watched Rolf’s expression as he reached out and touched her breasts with reverent fingers, his deeply tanned skin such a contrast to the soft creaminess of hers. His thumb rubbed across her hard little nipple and her face twisted, contorting with a mixture of love and lust so powerful, it presented more as pain than pleasure.

Spellbound, he watched his thumb dragging across her dusky nipple, his heated stare like fire brushing her skin. “By all the gods, yndling! Thou art bewitching, enchanting. Thou art perfection itself. And thy scent…” He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. “Thy scent is ravishing. Like the sweetest flower garden.” He covered her breast with his palm while his other hand stroked down her belly and cupped her mound, sliding his long fingers through the slippery furrow of her slit.

She gasped. It was almost a sob. Her body jerked and would have collapsed if Nicholas’s hands hadn’t come beneath her arms from behind and held her up.

“I can’t wait to taste thee here.” Rolf’s low voice was rough as sand, abrading her nerve endings, leaving her senses in chaos. Two wicked fingers found her weeping entrance and thrust up inside her hot, welcoming sheath.

Her throat closed on a yelp.

“That’s right, kaereste. Suck my fingers into that sweet dripping cunny of thine. Bloody Hel, thou’rt so tight! So hot. Thou art burning my fingers. I cannot wait to fuck thee with my tongue.”

She moaned, shutting her eyes helplessly.

Still fully dressed, both men walked her slowly backwards toward the bed, keeping her naked body sandwiched between them, Rolf’s hand still hard on her mound, fingers stroking in and out of her dripping cunt. “Odin’s beard, Nick, she is so wet! So hot!”

Another moan, a mangled sound, ripped from the depths of her soul. She was never going to survive this. These men were going to give her pleasure beyond anything she had ever known. Anything she had ever dreamed. Anything she had ever dared to hope—or even imagine. They were going to introduce her to a world of darkly erotic pleasure that would ultimately destroy the person she was and change her forever in ways she could not yet begin to understand. A pleasure that would awaken her body to wicked new cravings and desires that would could ultimately consume her.

And, God help her, she wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted aught in her entire life.

Still holding her under the arms, Nicholas sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her up after him, scooting backwards until he was sitting on the pillows at the head of the bed, with her sitting in the V of his thighs. His erection was a hard ridge against her spine. He leaned back against the ornately carved headboard. Rolf’s hand left her sex and she let out a whimper of disappointment.

Nicholas’s hands moved to her knees, which he lifted and spread wide, draping her legs over his powerful forearms. The scent of her arousal filled the air around them. “Christ, beloved! You smell wonderful! So sweet.”

She sighed, looking down her body at Rolf.

Having removed his baldric, with its two lethal swords, he swiftly removed the rest of his clothing and leaned on his hands at the foot of the bed, wild and barbaric, the gold earring gleaming dully in the firelight. He was the epitome of a Viking raider preparing to ravish his helpless captive.

Kathryn’s lungs seized, her eyes riveted to the primitive symbols marking his bronzed skin. The scything blades on one bicep, the Celtic knot on the other…Blessed Virgin! She’d never seen aught like them before. They made him seem completely pagan. Barbaric. He grinned and her heart stopped beating. She was suspended in time, unable to move, unable to breathe. Unable to think. She was in the grip of an arousal so intense, every part of her body was throbbing with uncontrollable lust.

Licking his lips, a gesture that had her hot juices flowing out onto the sheets, Rolf started to crawl up the mattress toward her, toward that swollen, dripping sweetness between her legs, pink and juicy and throbbing with need. He was grinning, a diabolically wicked grin that stole her breath away.

She tried to swallow but her mouth was as dry as dust. “Nicholas!” It was a squeak. A frantic cry for help. “This is going to kill me!” Rolf was still crawling up the bed, inexorably closing the distance between her old life and the ramifications of this terrifying new journey they were all embarking upon.

Nicholas was chuckling. “Only if ’tis possible to die of pleasure.” He paused. “Let him pleasure you, beloved,” Nicholas whispered in her ear. “Just lie in my arms and enjoy his mouth on you, while I watch.”

“I cannot wait to taste that beautiful little cunt,” Rolf said in a rumbling growl, his glittering eyes still holding her captive. “I have been dreaming of this since the moment I first laid eyes on thee, min skat. It has taken every ounce of discipline I’ve had not to put my hands on thee. And now I get to put my mouth on thee.” He grinned. “Life does not get any better.”

Mandy: Thank you very much for your time Julie, I wish you all the best for Dark Warrior and am sure it will be a great success.

Dark Warrior will be released on January 15th 2014. You can purchase it at www.bookstrand.com/dark-warrior. If you buy it by January 22, you get a 15% discount! For more information on Julie and her books, you can visit her website at http://www.juliesheltonauthor.com

January 13, 2014
50 Shades of Uber Fan-Fiction

Whoever would have guessed that a chaste Young Adult romance written by a sober, non-smoking Mormon housewife would ignite the erotic romance world and spawn the best-selling novel in literary history? The tale of a virginal high schooler who falls madly in love with a handsome and mysterious teen only to discover he is a vampire, ignited erotic literature, namely erotic romance. This popular literary sub-genre owes a great debt to Twilight, the virginal heroine and an alpha-male character named Edward Cullen.

While Twilight didn’t involve sex, its plotting and intense romantic elements have served as the template for several erotic best sellers that first saw the light of day on fan fiction boards; Sempre by J. M. Danhower, Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren, Sylvain Reynard’s Gabriel’s Inferno, The Dark Heroine by Abigail Gibbs, and most famous of all, Fifty Shades of Grey, E.L. James’s publishing phenomenon.

Twilight won the hearts of countless teens primarily because of the male love interest. The author, Stephenie Meyer, created Edward Cullen, a monogamous Byronic alpha-male who becomes obsessed with the female protagonist from the moment he sees her. Bella, the protagonist, imprints her very being on Edward’s soul and he adores her to the point of not wanting to live without her. As therapist Sari Cooper noted in a 2012 series of lectures about Fifty Shades of Grey, “The experience of being desired is a huge erotic trigger for women. It’s the experience of being that special someone. There is no one else in his eyes. He only has eyes for her. She is the one he longs for. It combines the erotic with the sensual. Being desired is such a turn on for women.”

Being desired was the key component that made so many teens and adult women adore Twilight’s Edward Cullen, the troubled teen vampire and his relationship with the protagonist, Bella Swan. The author of Twilight, Stephenie Meyer made seventeen-year-old Edward outrageously handsome, powerful, brilliant, well-traveled and sophisticated. On the other hand, her protagonist, Bella Swan, was an ‘every girl,’ lacking in grace, charm or social skill. In the novels, Bella’s klutziness became an endearing trait, something that didn’t transfer to the screen, an average girl that many teens could identify with. Twilight gave real meaning to the phrase, he’s into you. Bella had a beautiful lover who adored her to the point of obsession and yet, she never had to put out. Teens adored the novels as well as their mothers, who gave thanks that Bella and Edward’s relationship, though passionate, was a non-sexual one.

However, the emergence of fan fiction, or be more specific, uber fan fiction changed the way some viewed Twilight’s chaste characters Writers define uber fan fiction or uber fic as a story that takes the essence of the characters and places them in another time, another place, or another reality. The uber characters do not have the same names and do not have to be mirror images of the canon characters. Sometimes they are descendants or reincarnations; usually they resemble the originals physically, and they share the same type of bond.

Of course uber fan fiction can be devoid of sex, but the most interesting married fan fiction with erotic fiction, a sometimes uneasy union. Erotic fiction embraces the forbidden. Works like The Sexual Life of Catherine M., The Story of O and Anne Rice’s infamous Sleeping Beauty Trilogy, which outsold her mainstream success, Interview With a Vampire, are filled what E.L. James called kinky fuckery: floggings, brandings, BDSM, multiple partners, rampant bisexuality, but without romance. Uber fan fiction changed that.

Though James was not the first to blend the story-structure of Twilight with the carnal, she was the most vocal about the debt she owed to Twilight. “Well, it all started way back in the day when I saw Twilight, the film, and I loved those books. I could not put them down, absolutely avidly read the books. This switch was flipped. I had to write, started writing, wrote a novel, then I discovered fan fiction. I wrote about Edward and Bella and then decided to write about Christian and Anastasia. I took the fan fiction, and a friend of mine re-wrote it and I thought, if he could do it, so could I, and now I am here.”

Indeed, James is here! Her work controversial work has sold over 70 million copies worldwide, made women everywhere, from student to soccer mom, examine their erotic lives and brought sexual experimentation to the mainstream. Writer, Charlotte Rose, attended a lecture that Cooper delivered at the Washing Square Institute in 2012. Cooper’s entitled her talk, “Fifty Shades of Grey: What You Can Learn about Sex Esteem from the Bestseller,” and noted ten erotic triggers written into Fifty Shade of Grey and incorporated into other erotic romances.

1. Powerful hero.

“He is dark, mysterious, and possibly dangerous – a total Alpha male. He’s wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. Being with him is like a rollercoaster ride.”

2. Awakened Heroine.

“She is innocent, the yin to the yang of Christian Grey. She is a young woman awakened by this man who knows a lot more. “

3. Christian Grey uses all the senses – taste, touch, sight, scent, auditory.

“For example, Ana is always talking about how he smells and he about her scent. He also consciously uses these different triggers to arouse her.”

4. Music is huge part of it.

The many musical moments in the book inspire erotic or emotionally charged encounters.

5. He appeals to her psychologically.

“He sends signals to throw her off balance, such as his first gift of the collector’s edition of Tess of the d’Urbervilles. He attaches a quote from the book that says there may be danger waiting. It creates more intrigue for.”

6. There is stimulation of all the erogenous zones and multisensory anticipation. “Christian does it with such expertise, and so much foreplay, with plenty of time to get Anastasia ready.”

A. Primary erogenous zones. Genitals and breasts.

B. Secondary erogenous zones: Earlobe, neck.

C. Tertiary erogenous zones: Feet, arms, scalp.

7. BDSM.

“The book has opened up the door into things people may not have considered before. In Fifty Shades, Ana has many fears about being hurt, but when she is in the red room of pain she is not just in pain—she is in a state of arousal beyond what she would normally feel. Sexual arousal sometimes involves working with negative emotions such as fear and anxiety. It’s the experience of being on a roller coaster that enhances the state of arousal.”

8. Love.

“Ana pushes for ‘more’ than being his submissive and he ‘tries’ because he will do anything to keep her. He’s only had subs [submissive female partners] before, women that he has controlled, and he is pushed to his hard limits by Ana who is demanding more. That’s what people love about the book. They want the romance, the emotional tension. Will it work out for them? They want to know!”

9. The experience of being desired.

“This is a huge erotic trigger for women. It’s the experience of being that special someone. There is no one else in his eyes. He only has eyes for her. She is the one he longs for. It combines the erotic with the sensual. Being desired is such a turn on for women.”

10. He’s loyal.

“At first we are not sure if we can trust him. She talks about his ‘stalker tendencies. ‘What wins Ana over, and wins the reader over, is he’s very loyal. And when she needs him, he’s there. I think it works because women can feel the fantasy of having that danger, with the security of having a good relationship.”

With the exception of items 6 and 7, we can find these same elements in Twilight, the book that started it all. Though I named a few fan-fiction titles, more pop up daily.

December 23, 2013
Breakfast in Bed

In this musing, I recall a school day that began with an unexpected breakfast.

Classes in the mornings were always tough to get up for, and it wasn’t uncommon to skip them to get more shut eye. Thankfully my classes on Thursdays were scheduled in the afternoon so I always took the opportunity to sleep in.

My ex, H, had slept over the night before which he usually did a few times each week. Him with his arm wrapped around cuddling me while we slept on our sides on the single bed. There usually wasn’t much space to manoeuvre but that was as comfortable as it got for us.  Raising my head, I stole a glance at my clock, it was half past ten. Still early, I thought to myself, and I was in no rush to leave my bed.

Turning to face H, he was soundly sleeping away in his singlet and shorts, his breathing slow and quiet. His face was close to mine, our lips barely a few centimetres away. A wild thought entered my head as I decided to surprise him with a wake up call, gently slipping my right hand onto his groin area. He never wore anything beneath his shorts to sleep so it wasn’t difficult to locate his dick under that thin material.  The warm un-erect dick was nice and easy for my hand to wrap around as I gave a slow massaged using my fingers.

H stirred ever so slightly. I knew he was responding to my touches as his dick started to grow in my hand. I was having fun, closing my eyes as if I was asleep but working my magic below. I wasn’t too aroused myself, just enjoying the moment and getting a kick out of waking him up with an erection I created. His dick was now almost fully erect, forming a tentpole like shape in his shorts, and I knew he was awake. I continued squeezing the head of his dick with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger rubbed its tip. Perhaps I should suddenly stop and leave him in this state, that will be fun.

As if he had read my mind, H pulled me close to him and removed his shorts. I was now leaning into his chest, his heart beating faster than it was as my hand had a good grasp of his erection. The tip of his dick was wet with his pre-cum which I used my fingers to lubricate and spread it down the entire shaft. Wrapping my hand around it, I made slow purposeful tugs, keeping a continuous pressure of my palm on his shaft. This was good enough to keep his erection hard but not lead to an ejaculation anytime soon.

Wearing my usual shirt and panty to bed, H’s hand had no difficulty finding its way to my breasts. As I was lying on my side with my right hand stretched south, my breasts were squeezed close together giving him a handful while he fondled both of them. Cupping one after another, his grip on each breast was firm, giving each a good squeeze followed by a pinch on the nipple. This continued for a while before he put his hand between them, stretching his hand so that the tip of his thumb and little finger touched both nipples, giving them a good finger rub. My forehead now became an object for his kisses. Soft and tender, showering small pecks as his lips found their way around, slowly moving to my nose before our lips met.  His tongue pushing its way down my mouth as I resisted its advances using mine. Our tongues danced inside our mouths furiously as if to the tune of a salsa song. Both my nipples were now as hard as his dick.

Not a single word had been uttered by either one of us the entire time but our bodies were responding to each other’s touches and we knew what the other wanted.  I felt his left leg brush up mine, using his toe to pull my panty down in one swift move exposing my bare bottom. H broke off our kiss and got onto the end of the bed for a 69, his face now feeling the heat from my pussy as he used his fingers to part my lips. My heart started beating faster, the sense of anticipation swelling between my legs for what was to come. Lying on each other’s leg with our heads in-between, I moaned as he went to work with his tongue, repeatedly giving me a long stroking licks from my swollen clit down to my pussy. That was his way of teasing me, enjoying my sweet honey juices as he lapped up every bit of it. I felt his lips gently suckling my clit, while simultaneously swirling his tongue in circles. A finger delved in me, well lubricated from my sweet juice, as it navigated its way through my inner walls, rubbing against my g-spot.

I would have moaned loud in delight with the attention I was getting but my mouth had his dick inside which muffled the moans.  His hips controlled the movement, stretching my mouth apart each time his dick went towards the back of my throat creating a gag reflex. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth as I relaxed my throat as much as possible while keeping a rhythmic breathing going with my nose. The feeling of taking it deep was different lying down sideways than in the frontal position and occasionally I would choke when the tip of his dick came into contact with the back of my throat. He pulled out for me to catch my breath a couple of times before diving in again, the shaft of his dick brushing past the base of my tongue. There was no need for any sucking to do on my part with the increasing thrusts as I gave him free rein to screw my mouth with lost abandon. My middle finger, wet from wiping my saliva, was now rimming his ass and probing furtively inside. The angle and speed at which H was thrusting made it difficult for my finger to go deep, but I was getting him there nonetheless. The pumping of his dick in my mouth was getting purposeful with intent, with the growing sound of his dick hitting against the walls of my throat with saliva in-between.

My hips were now grinding vigorously against his face knowing the final release was near. The constant clitorial and g-spot stimulation led to the inevitable as I tensed before a wave of orgasm hit me, my hips violently rocking away.  I felt my body go numb for a second or two as the energy drained from me. H was close too, with his familiar drawn out groans and relentless thrusts a strong indication. Anytime now I thought to myself, before the first bursts of warm semen shot out and hit the back of my throat, threatening to go through it. I gulped down whatever I could as more continued to spurt, mixing with my saliva and oozing from the corner of my mouth. H turned onto his back, his dick semi-erect completely wet with a mixture of saliva and the last drops of semen trickling down. I swallowed what was left in my mouth, wiping the remains from my chin and cheeks with my hand. We both lay there breathless, totally spent and exhausted after what our bodies had gone through. Thirty minutes passed before we felt our strength return.

“That was a great breakfast,” H whispered. Our first words that morning. It was indeed a great breakfast and special way to start the day.

December 13, 2013