Shaven Haven Vs Lady Garden

Happy Wednesday, sexies!

I've just recieved shock news from a friend, who informs me that trends are shifting and pubic hair is making a comeback!

I know, it's always been there and most of us just choose to keep it at bay with our razors.  It now turns out that we should be throwing away our trusty Gillettes and embracing the hair down there, in favour of a more grown over, earthy look!

I can't say that i'm about to jump on board the bandwagon in the immediate future and return to the way nature intended it.  I don't mind telling you that it's not an idea that is likely to grow on me either.

I recently read an article in which Cameron Diaz was quoted as saying, getting rid of pubic hair is like saying you don't need your nose!  WTF, Cameron? The saying 'not just a pretty face' does not apply here, it's hardly the same thing now, is it?  Common sense tells you you'd have a pretty hard time without a nose, but what real purpose does pubic hair serve? 

Apparently it is there to act as 'cushioning' (against what I'm not entirely sure?) and prevent infection.  Now, as much as I see the reason for sporting a light smattering for the latter (although personally I've never suffered), I'm very sorry, but you won't find me walking around with a voluminous topiary shrouding my modesty, be it for cushioning or otherwise!

I'm afraid it's a definite no no from a vanity perspective for me.  I myself feel much more comfortable and hygienic when the garden is tidy and prefer not to let it become overgrown. There's nothing more embarrassing than going on holiday, dropping your sarong at the beach, then feeling that pang of horror when you realise that you forgot to tidy your borders.  You are then forced to remain covered up for the duration of the day, to conceal the Brillo Pad style thickets that are escaping involuntarliy from the side of your bikini bottoms!

I also have to ask the question, is pubic hair really that attractive to look at? I suppose if you are talking about a neat landing strip then to me that's ok, but I'm really not sure I would want to go down on something that bears resemblance to a salavating woodland animal, or what some may refer to as a hairy growler!

These days, even men are deciding they don't wish to be caught by the fuzz and are proudly manscaping, getting as a close as they dare get with a dangerously sharp blade.  I have to say I'm totally in favour of the new improved, smoother man.  Let's face it, ladies got the better deal in terms of design in the genital department, so a little penis preening can make the area much more inviting to work with, although I'm sure the same can be said for womens bits too! Surely no man wants to return to the dark days of foraging through his lover's dense undergrowth, like celebrity botanist David Bellamy, in search of her elusive bud!

Then there's the economy issue.  Over the last few years, beauty salons have been overrun with demands for waxing.   Brazilians, Hollywoods and vajazzles (totally pointless in my opinion); all popular ways of tidying up our wayward bikini lines.  Just think how much quieter a beauty therapist's day would be, should we suddenly decided to grow our lady gardens! Their wage packets would suffer considerably, I'm sure.

Regardless of public opinion and trends, I know I won't be taking a step back in time and opting for the DLT look (a rather hairy 80's DJ in the UK for those of you who didn't already know); less is more in my opinion, the smoother the better!  

XxX

Appointment With Pleasure

I waited patiently on the massage table, wearing only my panties and a heavy, navy Egyptian cotton towel to conceal my semi-naked body.  A full body massage was what I had been in need of for some time and at long last I had finally got around to making the appointment.  Staring at the varnished wooden floor through the face hole of the massage table, I could hear the squeaking of hinges as the door opened, then clicked closed, indicating that the beauty therapist had entered the room.  As I lay there in a vulnerable state of undress, the relaxing sounds of pan pipe music echoed subtly in the background, while the aroma of massage oil permeated the atmosphere.  Inhaling the sweet air with soft floral notes of jasmine and ylang ylang, I found it both calming and intoxicating.  The warm glow of the lightly scented candles cast flickering shadows around the dimly lit room. The ambience of the environment had drawn me in, emitting a great sense of well-being.  Already I felt in a state of relaxation.

The therapist approached the massage table but did not speak.  I had already been briefed on the procedure, prior to undressing.  Gently, she peeled back the towel. My spine tingled as she exposed my bare skin to the clement air of the treatment room.  Folding the towel, she tucked it around my hips, just under the elastic of my knicker-line, to keep it secure.  I did not feel her presence for a few minutes, but it was not long before she returned, rubbing her hands together, heating the massage oil in her palms to ensure it was warm upon application.

Deftly she placed her hands onto the centre of my back and began the massage. Standing beside the table, her hands glided across the length of my back in fluid sweeps, as she evenly distributed the warm oil.  Working her fingers into the taught muscles along my shoulders blades, I could already feel the benefit.  Her pressure was firm but bearable; the pockets of lactic acid that had been the source of my recent tension were being slowly dispersed.

Swiftly changing position, she stood above my head and began to knead the back of my neck.  Through my peripheral vision, I could see that she had discarded her shoes.  Her dainty, lightly tanned feet displayed immaculate toenails that were painted in a deep red varnish.  She had pretty feet.  I found myself strangely aroused.

She proceeded methodically, massaging the main areas of my body.  She started with my back, progressed to my arms, down to my hands and then finally onto my legs. Her hands firmly worked their way up the length of my inner thigh, stopping dangerously close to my crotch.  I took a deep inhalation of breath with every stroke, each one seemingly edging closer than the last.

A moments respite came when she turned her attention to the soles of my feet, massaging them deeply with a firm rotary technique.  What the hell was wrong with me today? I had indulged in many a massage in the past, but this one felt different; it was almost as if she was purposefully trying to tease me.

Suddenly she spoke, quietly, instructing me to turn over onto my back.  As she lifted the towel and held it aloft to cover my modesty, I flipped myself over on the bed.  She covered me with the towel once more, leaving my neck and shoulders exposed.

Taking a quick break, she re-lubricated her hands, replenishing them with fresh oil.  Returning to the massage table, I was now able to observe her in greater detail, as she continued to work on my décolletage.  She was around twenty-five years of age, blond haired, blue eyed and very pretty.  Her hair was piled high and soft wispy tendrils framed her pixie-like face.   I recalled being told when I had booked the appointment that my therapist’s name was Maya.  When she had greeted me upon arrival, she spoke with a Nordic accent, possibly Swedish, although her English was word perfect.

Her hands continued to circle in therapeutic sweeps, brushing the thick towelling about my torso, as she competently manipulated the area between my neck and chest.  Then without any prior warning she pulled back the towel, uncovering my bare breasts.

My nipples instantly hardened as cool air washed over me. She placed her oily hands on both breasts and began to knead my ample, fleshy mounds.  I had never had a full body massage before, so I wasn’t totally sure if this was standard practice.  I probably should have queried it, but it felt so pleasurable that I let her continue.  I had never experienced lesbian tendencies before; I was in a long-term relationship with a man who satisfied me in every way.  However, I was extremely turned-on by what she was doing.  Continuing with her tortuous massage, pummelling my body with vigour, suddenly I could take no more.

With an abrupt jolt I sat upright, startling Maya who was totally focused on the task in hand.  She stepped back, her face bearing a shocked expression.  Holding my gaze she remained silent, as if waiting for me to voice my disapproval.  I stared back at her, my breathing now heavy.  Unsure as to what compelled me to do so, I lowered myself off the massage table.  The heavy towel fell at my feet, leaving me standing in only my delicate black lacy knickers.  I approached her slowly, all the while her eyes were transfixed on me.  Standing before her, I hesitated before reaching out, my right hand finding its way into her hair.  I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips.  To my surprise she put up no resistance.  Eagerly she reciprocated, her tongue hungrily invading my mouth, as if she had already pre-empted that it would happen.  This provocative thought fuelled my fire; had this been her intention all along?   I could feel her hand working across my navel, her fingers then tracing a line up to the valley that separated my substantial breasts.  She cupped and squeezed my right breast as we continued to kiss.  My nipple stood firmly to attention as she grazed it with the tip of her index finger.   A warm ache radiated in my pussy, as I responded to her touch.  I could feel myself becoming wet, the crotch of my knickers absorbing my silken nectar, evidence of my arousal.

In a slow, seductive manner I took Maya by the hands and guided her backwards towards the massage table.  Raising myself up onto the edge, I spread my legs wide, allowing her to rest between them.  Pushing down onto her shoulders, I forced her to her knees.  Complying with my demand, she sank to the floor in obedience, without hesitation.  She knew exactly what it was I desired.   Rubbing my thigh with one hand, she peppered the other with soft, delicate kisses.  Her full lips slowly ascended up to my knickers.  Without prior warning she sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh.  I let out a cry, not one of pain, but one of exctasy.  She shot me a devilish glance as she rubbed her hand over my panties; my clit throbbed wildy as she teased me through the sodden material.  Gently she eased the scant lacy fabric to one side wasting no time to sink her mouth over me.  She began to suck gently upon my fleshy labia, which framed my moist opening.  I pulled her head in closer, silently commanding her to go deeper; my swollen clit desperately craved her attention.  Her tongue flicked and swirled about me.  Slowly at first, then firmer and faster as she sensed the climb to my orgasm had begun.  She continued to lap, her saliva mixing with my flowing juices.  Higher and higher I climbed, her relentless tongue showing no mercy until she finally pushed me over the edge.  I came violently, the warm waves of my orgasm rippled through my body over and over again, sending me into another world.  Never before had I experienced such an intense orgasm.

As I slowly regained my composure, I noticed Maya had begun to undress.  It was evident that she had no intention of letting me leave without first making her cum too.  One by one, she slowly unbuttoned her white therapist’s dress, entertaining me with a provocative strip tease that was a sight to behold.  Seductively she pushed the dress off her shoulders and I watched as it dropped to the floor.  She stood before me, wearing a cream sheer bra and knickers, and neutral coloured lace top stockings.  I envied her youthful physique; Slim and leggy, she looked gorgeous.  I wasn’t ashamed to admit to myself that I fancied her.  The silhouettes of her erect pink nipples were clearly visible through her bra, the crease of her pussy peeked through the matching see through knickers.  I wanted her.  I wanted to explore her, taste her and devour her in the same hungry way she had just devoured me.  She walked towards me and grabbed my hand.

Edging off the bed I rose to my feet.  She led me around the corner to a wet room tiled from floor to ceiling in stone, with a single gold shower-head mounted upon the wall.  She sauntered over to wall and pulled a leaver, which turned the shower on.

A fine defused spray rained down upon the tiles as the room steadily began to fill with steam.  Taking me by the hand she led me under the steady flow of hot water.  The oil coating my skin had created a water resistant barrier. Droplets of water formed tiny pearlescent beads that ran off my body.  Maya was drenched; her sexy underwear clung to her perfectly formed body.  She was a beautiful mess, carefree and totally oblivious to her smudged mascara.  Grabbing my wrists she pulled me onto the floor of the wet room.  I stared up at her as she slowly began to remove her knickers.  A stream of water ran down her lithe body and dripped off her tidy lips as she discarded the delicate garment, kicking it to one side.  Sinking to her knees she pushed me back.  Casually I leaned onto my elbows, supporting my weight as she forcefully pushed my legs apart.  Straddling me, she slowly lowered herself down over my pussy in a scissor-like fashion and I could feel the wet lips of her clean-shaven pussy make contact with mine.  Immediately she began to grind herself into me, our moist folds locked in an intimate kiss as she writhed rhythmically.  This felt heavenly; I could feel a second orgasm building.   She persisted relentlessly, harder and faster, using me to make herself cum.  I showed no objection, my hips gyrated to meet her thrusts as she moaned with pleasure.  I sensed she was close too.  We continued to pound away at each other, our juices mixing together as we fucked under the soothing spray of the shower.  Maya came, releasing a drawn out moan as her body shuddered around me.  My own orgasm followed shortly after.  Climbing off, she laid down beside me.  Taking me in her arms she held me in a comforting embrace and delicately kissed my forehead, a wordless show of appreciation for what we had just done. We lay in relative silence, gathering our thoughts before she clambered to her feet, picked up her knickers and left the wet room, leaving me forever with the lasting memory our intimate experience.

In the distance I could hear the faint sound of a voice calling my name.  The voice became louder and I soon felt the presence of a hand gently shaking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes, I must have been dreaming.   Maya was standing beside me as I lay on the massage table, carefully trying to rouse me from my erotic yet impromptu slumber.  She needed me to vacate the treatment room as she had but minutes to prepare for the arrival off her next client.

Acknowledging her apologetically, I shrouded myself in the towel and proceeded to gather my clothing.  Maya smiled and left the room allowing me some privacy to dress.  As I pulled my jeans up over my hips I was aware that my knickers were slightly damp.  How did that happen I thought?  Perspiration maybe?   I had felt hot underneath the confines of the towel.  Once fully clothed I left the treatment room. As I made my way out of the room I was aware of some discomfort, my jeans annoyingly rubbed on my inner thigh as I walked.  I passed Maya once more in the corridor.  She glanced at me as she walked on by.  A knowing look laced with an element of wickedness.  No, surely not.  I had most definitely dreamt the whole thing.  There was no way it really happened….  Or did it?

©AngelGoneBad2014

 

Halcyon HumpDay

Hey sexies!

Check me out! two blog posts in one week, impressive huh? I advise you to make the most of it, as it's probably never likely to happen again!

I've had a great HumpDay, mostly spent writing about humping, with a few hump related activities thrown in for good measure.  A great way to add a bit of spice to gloomy wednesday such as today.

In the presence of the ever sexy Mr A, who never fails to brighten the dullest of days might I add, I was quite astonished at how focused I have been.  Seems to be a rarity these days and certainly wouldn't have been the case had Mr A not had his own shit to sort out :/ 

I felt it necessary to take a brief break from writing The Chauffeur, as progress has been slow and relatively non productive of late, although I'm still set on getting it finished before the summer.  To keep my creative juices flowing, I decided to pen a new story and completed the first draft this afternoon.  The aim being to post it over the weekend once it has been tweaked several hundred times!

I have especially enjoyed writing this one.  The story centres around a naughty girl on girl first encounter at a beauty salon, with an added twist.  This is my first attempt to date at writing lesbian themed erotica, so I hope it translates well.  I also hope at this point my writing is starting to develop it's own style and my stories become more descriptive where needed. As for my punctuation... Well, one step at a time Hey! ;) 

Please look out for it and I hope you enjoy...

                           XxX

       

My Everything

Have you ever had someone enter your life who is like no other you have ever met before?  Someone who brings out the best in you, who makes you feel alive, allowing you view the world from a different perspective, like a blind person who is suddenly given the gift of sight?

Do you have that special someone who is your first waking thought?  Taking up permanent residency in your head, dominating your daydreams when they are not around.  Do you cherish every moment spent in their company and feel a void when you have to say goodbye, if only for a short while. 

Have you ever felt so in tune with a person that you can anticipate what they are about to say before they have even said it?  Do you at times, sense what that person is feeling, without he/she uttering a single word?  Do have someone who is equally like-minded and ticks every box on your compatability list?

Are you privileged to have someone who tells you that you are the most beautiful person in the world to them? A person who sees past your flaws and embraces them because they are all part of you?

Have you ever had an uncontrollable thirst that only he/she can quench? Where every glance, every kiss, every caress drives you wild with wanton desire?  Do you ever feel a constant ache between your legs, no matter how many times he/she makes you Cum?  Does it feel like each time you fuck you are taken to new heights of physical pleasure, a lust so passionate and intense that you feel totally as one?

Do you have someone who has had such an impact on you and your life, that you never wish to imagine a world without them in it?

Until I met Mr A, I had never felt such a wide spectrum of emotions.  Out of the blue he turned my world upside down, set it on fire and fucked me fifty shapes of sideways!   He inspires me in everything I do, fuelling the emotion and passion in the sex scenes I write.  He is my life, my love, my soulmate and above all he is my best friend.  I'm loving every step of our journey together.

XxX

©AngelGoneBad2014

How Do You Like Your Steak Sir?

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To flirt or not to flirt? That is the question...

So, we're now at the start of February 2014 and some time has lapsed since I last posted anything on my blog (four months actually).  My eBook is progressing nicely, but I'm taking a brief break from it, for today I'm in the mood for a topical debate.  I thought for my first post of the year, I'd pick a subject that most people can relate to.  My chosen topic is Flirting.

Whether it be online, on a dance floor at a party or merely an exchange of glances between two strangers on a busy high street; I think it's safe to say that at some point each of us has engaged in a little flirtatious activity.  Harmless flirting... Nothing wrong with that... But is there really such a thing as harmless flirting and at what point does flirting become unacceptable?

Some might argue that flirting causes no immediate problems in happy, healthy relationships that are built upon trust.  My sister's long-term boyfriend has often been known to leave my sister in the company of flirtatious men for his own amusement.  He trusts her implicitly and knows she would never act upon such advances.  Others might insist that anyone in a happy and healthy relationship should not feel the need to look beyond that relationship, as they should be totally fulfilled by the person they are with; and to some extent, I agree.

Once upon a time, I was in a relationship where any attempt to flirt would have been met with consequences, so it was easier not to.  That was until Alex, (not his real name) came along.

I had been with my then boyfriend for around 5 years, we met at a young age.  Alex was a friend of a collegue, who regularly visited my place of work.  He was gorgeous and showed me the kind of attention I had not recieved in a long while.   We instantly connected.  I fancied him something rotten and our chemistry quickly became apparent to others.  We innocently flirted for around 3 months, until he decided he wanted to take it further.  The fact that I was in a relationship meant I had to draw the line.  At the time I loved my boyfriend and it would have been over between us had he found out.  I still think about Alex from time to time, even though nothing ever happened between us.

Today, my new partner is somewhat different.  We both agree that flirting is ok, as long as neither of us oversteps the mark... But what if one half of a couple is excessively flirty, while the other isn't? Can it take its toll on a relationship?

Should a flirt be more sympathetic to his/hers partner's feelings and stop if it starts to cause heartache? There is nothing wrong with being intrigued by people you find attractive surely? After all, we are human.  However, if it causes upset, should a person have to put up with it? There's a time and a place for everything.  If flirting translates as an exchange of glances or a few words laced with innuendo, then that can't be classed as cheating, can it? At the end of the day, the flirt is still going home to his/her partner at night and no deceit has been committed. 

Let's look at it from another perspective. 

What if the actions of a serial flirt begin to have a profoundly negative effect on his/her partner's self esteem, instilling a feeling that they are never quite enough for their partner?  Imagine that person feels they are never attractive or slim enough.  What if it makes them feel they no longer satisfy their partner and they fear that their partner will be unfaithful.  Would it be justifiable for the partner of a flirt to express their unease towards their lovers' behaviour, without being branded as possessive, jealous or clingy? Or in the worse-case scenario, when should the partner call time and walk away? I also raise the question, if the person doing the flirting is in a supposedly 'loving relationship' then how would they feel if the tables were turned? 

A friend of mine is in long term relationship with a serial flirt.  She tells me they are very happy.  Her boyfriend, on many an occasion has been spotted out and about flirting with anyone who will allow him to lavish himself upon them.  He often appears in photographs on social media sites, draped over gorgeous women and thinks that this is acceptable behaviour.  However, evidentily for my friend, (who is drop dead gorgeous might I add) the rules change somewhat on her nights out.  The minute her partner sees her chatting or even glancing in the direction of another man, she is more often than not ushered out of the bar/club she is in.  Her unnecesarily possessive boyfriend can normally be found lurking in the background waiting to pounce.

The words  'Double' and 'Standards' spring to mind.  

What's good for the goose is good for the gander, especially as said friend has always tolerated her boyfriend's flirtatious ways and has never once been tempted to stray.

 

Lets take a look at sexting:

Two people sharing a sexual fantasy or scenario via messaging/email, who in many instances never meet.  It may be said that if sexting is used to complement a mundane relationship, then it could also be deemed acceptable.

Here's an example:

Mr and Mrs X have been married for several years.  They love each other dearly.  Unfortunately, their once vibrant and exciting sex life has fallen by the wayside due to the humdrum routines of daily life.

Mr X has started chatting to someone on Twitter.  Her AVI intrigues him.  A picture of stocking clad legs is all he has to go on, that and her online banter.

They make a connection and before long they have exchanged DMs.

Mr X doesn't disclose the fact that he is married.

Their banter becomes more flirtatious. Before they know it, their words have become more teasing, as they start to express their lust for one another.

They are effectively sexting.

Although Mr X really has no idea who he  is talking dirty to on the other end of the DM, he continues to engage her, sharing with her his most intimate fantasies. It becomes an addiction.

He describes in great detail things he would love to do to her.  In return she tells him in depth how she would reciprocate.  This is a huge ego boost for him.  He can't remember the last time he and Mrs X shared this kind of intimacy.

He feels that as he is doing it from the comfort of his living room as Mrs X watches Eastenders, he is not technically cheating.  Deep down inside he knows that Mrs X would be heartbroken should she find out what he is up to.  He deletes all messages.

Mrs X remains oblivious to her husband's shenanigans for now at least, as she gets lost in the latest plotline of the soap opera.

One thing she has noticed, is that her husband has started to be a lot more attentive in the bedroom.  She likes it.  It makes her feel good knowing that he is still attracted to her.  He makes love to her much more passionately these days.  

Little does she know, all the while he is visualising fucking the stranger who has given him many an erection through words alone.

Flirting can either make or destroy a relationship depending on the kind of relationship you have... So while flirting  can be just harmless fun, be mindful of your partners feelings and make sure you are not jeopardising a great relationship to get your kicks!

I'd love to hear your views on flirting, either at @badangel74 or 

iamangelgonebad@gmail.com 

See ya soon sexies xXx

Blog Hop Interview - Tag, You're It!!!

When I was recently invited by my writer friend Neil Winnington, to partake in this blog hop interview, I jumped at the chance.  Being a fledgling erotica writer I've never had the opportunity to do anything like this before, so naturally I feel rather honoured to have even been considered.  A few weeks ago Neil was asked to participate and nominate three other writers to answer the same questions I will be answering today.  I was thrilled when he tagged little old me, along side two more established writers, Charming Man and Marie Rebelle.  Find out more about these incredible writers here, and be sure to check out their blog hop interviews.

  http://charmingman.com 

  http://rebelsnotes.com/

I'd also like to take a moment to thank Neil for his endless support and belief in me as a writer.  You can check out his responses to the questions here:

http://enwinauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/blog-hop-interview-tag-youre-it

So, without further ado, let's get started with the interview, shall we?

What are you working on right now?

I'm currently working on my first eBook, The Chauffeur, which I hope to have completed and ready for publication some time during early 2014.  So far, I'm finding the process very exciting, if not slightly daunting.  It's completely new territory for me.  The story focuses on an illicit encounter between a young woman and her chauffeur.  After breaking down in the middle of nowhere and unable to call for assistance, they find some naughty ways to amuse themselves.  It covers the topic of outdoor/public sex, which I find very arousing.  There is something seriously hot in knowing that you could be caught at any time.  The stories I have written to date are relatively short and sweet. They cut to the chase and get straight down to the nitty gritty with minimal anticipation.  Within this book I'm trying to be more descriptive.  I want to set a good scene with a slower build-up to the act itself and include an element of romance.  On paper, the story hasn't even got into full swing yet, but I know exactly where it's going.

How does it differ from other work in its genre?

I wouldn't say that it differs tremendously from a lot of other erotic short stories I have read, I haven't really made a conscious effort for it to do so.  I'm really just concentrating on finding my feet and working to develop my personal writing style.  However, I suppose I could argue that it is unique in its own right, as it comes from my mind and my fantasies.  I'm certainly allowing my inner pervert a free rein with this.  What turns people on varies from person to person and this is my take on an outdoor sex scenario. Whether it will arouse those who read it still remains to be seen, but I do sincerely hope it has the desired effect.  For me when I read a story, especially within the erotic genre, it has to be believable.  I find it easier to connect with the characters and the plot line if I can relate to it in some way.  So that's what I hope to do, create something that people will find sensual but also realistic.  I'm sure as I evolve as a writer my ideas will be become more perverted.

Why do you write what you do?

 

I'm glad you've asked me that.  I'm quite a sexual person and when I'm not engaging in the act, I think about it a lot! I'm also a total fantasist and the simplest of things can trigger a dirty thought in my mind.  I've always been a bit of a book whore and partial to a racy read.  The first erotic book I ever read was Forever by Judy Bloom, when I was around 15 years old.  It was quite controversial in its heyday, as it dealt with teenage sexuality and was very graphic for a book aimed at the teenage market.  I do seem to remember it was banned at my school for that very reason.  It was the first time I'd ever been turned on by something I'd read and I became hungry to digest more books like it.  Sadly nothing else came close.  I then progressed to the odd Jackie Collins and Jilly Cooper novel in my late teens.  I devoured their explict words, much to the dismay of my parents, who viewed that kind of thing as being being porn on paper.  After joining Twitter in 2012, I discovered a wealth of great erotic writers on my timeline.  My kindle suddenly became jam-packed with erotic stories that I'd downloaded after following the writer's links.  I was once asked by a writer friend if I'd ever thought of having a go at writing myself.  She thought that with everything I'd read, I must surely have some good ideas as a basis to write something of own.  At first I laughed it off; yes, I love reading, but I had certainly never entertained the thought and certainly didn't believe I had the flair to become a budding writer.

Earlier on this year my personal circumstances changed.  A series of events led to a discussion with friends about life being too short and the importance of seizing opportunities while we still can.  We decided between us that we were each going to try something new.  That was when I decided to try my hand (no pun intended) at writing erotica.  For a few months I'd already been writing my thoughts on paper, as a means of dealing with what was going on around me.  What I wrote was expressive and even though my punctuation totally sucked, I thought maybe I did have the potential.  Combining my love of sex and the written word suddenly became an appealing hobby to me.  I immediately put pen to paper and within days I had the first draft of my story, Lust Junction. You can view other things I've written here: http://angelgonebad.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1  

I write mainly for my own pleasure.  I love the therapeutic value it provides me, whilst allowing me to become completely incapsualted in my own fantasies.

How does your writing proccess work?

 

Hmmm.. That's a good question. I wouldn't actually say I have a strict proccess.  It usually starts with an idea that randomly pops into my head, quite often when I'm out shopping or have no pen and paper to hand.  I've found myself rushing to get home before now, so I can make a note of my thoughts as quickly as possible.  Once I have my idea, I have a brainstorming session.  I determine my starting point and how I want my story to end, the bits in the middle come later on.  I then start to think about my main character, deciding on who he or she is and from which perspective I'm going to tell the story.   I decide upon the secondary characters, outline a brief plot, then I just go for it.   I'm still a total novice and probably need to become a bit more organised in that area, but I suppose that will come with experience.  As long as I get the words down on paper when I plan to, then I'm happy.  I love the emotions that writing sex scenes can draw from me.   I'm right there, as that person in the scene.  It's totally draining, but in the nicest possible way. 

 

Well that's the interview over and I must say I enjoyed being under the spotlight for a short while.  I hope this has given you an insight into what makes me tick... Next up to answer these questions on the 21st October  are some of my other amazing writer friends:

Amelia Bryant

http://ameliabryanterotica.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1

Benjamin McQueen

http://transportsofdelighterotica.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1

And last.. But not least

Mike http://01society.wordpress.com/

Hope you enjoy their work as much as I did xxx