Women Writing The Erotic

Women and erotica

Emmanuelle de Maupassant

In this series (within the 130 authors survey), I’ll be sharing women’s views on exploring sexuality through fiction. Which themes tug to be unravelled and explored? What motivates us, challenges us, empowers us – as readers and as writers?

Women are not only the predominant readers of erotica but form the lion’s share of authors; volumes of both are on the up, up, up.

More of us than ever are letting rip on the page, opening up our sexual imagination (blessed are the pseudonyms) and committing it to book form. As we know, when it comes to erotic fantasy, it’s no fun unless you’re sharing.

Women continue to face battle after battle for equal rights, respect and recognition, across every sphere imaginable, but when it comes to erotic fiction, our feet are firmly under the table.

Perhaps, just perhaps, we’re stepping into an age where we’ll have the freedom to read…

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Nick Shaw Book Reviews

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black male, erotic fiction, interracial, mature, Relationships, review, young adult

During the past week I had the opportunity to read a fellow Goodreads author Nick Shaw’s first two offerings. Enjoy my reviews….

 

Joshua’s Awakening : A young African’s Encounters with mature Englishwomen, by Nick Shaw

https://www.amazon.com/Joshuas-Awakening-Africans-Encounters-Englishwomen-ebook/dp/B01JDLH6B2

A Review by Sasha Holden

“Joshua’s awakening” is an intriguing read that is as much about interrelations as it is about a young man’s sexual awakening. Joshua, a young man of Gambian descent finds himself in Newcastle England at an Anglican Boys home where nothing seems to be going to plan. His accommodation and apprenticeship have fallen through and he appears doomed to follow in the footsteps of his mother Anama, whom he frowns upon for performing the duties of a cook in a restaurant. Enter the mature blond canteen lady at the Anglican home Shirley Low, and all of a sudden this young virulent well-endowed African males blood begins to pump. Joshua’s adolescent problems soon dissipate as sexual tension greets the air. Before long Joshua’s flame for mature blond English women is ignited as he meets the recently widowed Gillian. During her marriage to Bob she rarely had orgasms and her recent participation at a lingerie party with girlfriends, together with the rabbit vibrator that ensued, revealed her hidden desire to sleep with a Black Adonis. Before long her brief encounter with Joshua has her fantasizing about having him inside her.

However Joshua’s journey toward manhood is not without angst. Aside from his ever depressing financial predicament, coupled with the lack of a secure residence, he must soon come to the realization that physical intimacy is more often than not far removed from emotional intimacy. Whether it is Susan, the young blond assistant in the French corner grocery store, or the mature and married store owner Laura, with her sexy green eyes and red hair, Englishwoman are reticent to be seen with young black men, let alone be intimate with them. “Why are all the English women Joshua meets wanting to keep him as their little secret,” he ponders. Even the forthright prostitute with whom he endeavors to lose his virginity, would appreciate it if he uses the discreet exit, to ensure no one sees him in her company. Yet after exploits as a male gigolo for an upmarket white courtesan, a brief dalliance with a drug affected lover and several violent encounters with disparaging young white males of similar age, Joshua begins to awaken his own sexual awareness. He recognizes that sexual connection can be achieved through understanding what it is that turns not only you on, but your partner on.

The journey from adolescence through to manhood is difficult for many young men, as they search for their sexuality in an often uncompromising world. Yet Joshua’s awakening is made all the more difficult in a class based society where race is a primary motivator within people’s lives. The story has a broad appeal, to the young adult reader who is keen to explore their own sexual trysts, through the eyes of another, to the mature reader, who has more often than not fantasized about a rendezvous with a young African male. Shaw manages to crossover that fine line between telling a story worth reading, and reading an erotic tale. That’s not to rule out an erotic tale with a sense of sensuality, with the potential for a romantic ending, for those willing to take the journey through “Joshua’s awakening”.

 

 

The Film Stars Dark Secret, by Nick Shaw

https://www.amazon.com/Stars-Secret-Hollywood-Interracial-Erotica-ebook/dp/B01LO77NUW

A Review by Sasha Holden

Blond movie star Missy is set to launch an even more successful career in Hollywood when her integrity is brought into line by Martin Grover, the then boss of MGA, in a meeting with her manager Jake Bronstein. It’s the 1960’s, and LA is infatuated with none other than the stars of the day. Does the public gossip columnist Rona Barret have a scoop that could derail Missy’s Hollywood plans? Could it be true? Was Missy seen having lunch with the star black boxer Jackson Coots? Were they indeed having an affair?

As a fledgling actress in the embryonic stages of her career Missy needs money. Back then in the 60’s, one way to make it was to pose as a nude photo model for black males who “got their rocks off” at the sight of white women. Before long she graduated from searching for money as a photo model to securing a gig as a pro. Yet coincidentally her world was flipped upside down as a consequence. $1,000 dollars later and she had made love to a black man for the first time, only to find her orgasm was as intense as when she had touched herself. The public taboo of a sexual tryst with a black man made it all the more exciting for her.

Twenty years later enter the 22 year old stud Jason. The young black employee of the PR agency handling the promotion of Missy’s film has done his homework on his blond MILF co-star Missy’s past. “So why did she leave Hollywood all those years earlier,” he pondered?

This tense read from Shaw is once again filled with all the twists and turns commensurate with his unique writing style. Once again we are drawn into the interracial tension between the mature blond lead and her curious young black stud. Jason changed his idea of sex with a white woman forever and the young man soon discovered the best feelings were when lust and emotions combined to give a sensual high. The appeal cuts both ways, as we endear ourselves to the sexy young Jason, in search of his own sexuality, whilst at the same time identifying with Missy, the sensuous blond siren in search of her past. Of what might have been.

 

 

 

Once upon a time in the West

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18 year old, blond, gorgeous, lesbian, lingerie, milf, panties, shopping, west

 

 

It was 4.20 and the store was all but empty. Monday evenings were quiet at this time of year. Summer hadn’t really arrived and late fall was hardly the time to splash out on new lingerie. Well not in this isolated section of the mid-west.

I sat swiveling on the high chair behind the counter. My black shoes were somewhat scuffed. I’d need to clean them before tomorrow’s shift. My brown work skirt was riding up my legs, just briefly exposing the white panties I had worn for two days straight. Pretty rank really. My phone buzzed again. James wanted Pizza tonight, not sushi. “BTW Mom’s at Jane’s tonight we can watch Twilight”, he said.
“Cool”, I replied, as a tall blonde lady in a black and white dress smiled and found her way to my department racks. I had only been in lingerie for three weeks, though having spent six months in sports and swimwear I was enjoying it. There was much more range in intimates, and at least women (or men for that matter) became excited when shopping for their favorite underwear. At 16 being my first year out of school I was luckier than most James’ Mom had reminded me.

“I was lucky to have a job” she had said.

The bell rang and I met the tall blond lady in between the change room and our overseas collection. She was trawling through the Italian “La Perla” range, where the darker colors she said weren’t as suited to her color. I’m more of a pink and red girl she laughed, as the UK “Gossard” range of intimates met her fingertips.

“Have you ever heard of the Triumph range” I suggested? “They have a new “Amourette Collection” that has some pretty pink and red pieces”, I said.

“Let’s have a look” she replied, smiling as we made our way toward the far right hand corner of the store. Her eyes lit up. “Stunning” she said, she quickly pulling two bra’s both pink and red from the rack. “I’m hopeless” she said. “I’m all out of whack. Up top I’m a 34C and downstairs I’m practically a small to medium”, confused as to where she could find the right sized panties.
“If you take the bras into the change room I shall find the matching panties and bring them over to you, if that’s okay”, I suggested, keen to make a sale. Then as I spoke she quickly grabbed a third bra, more of a crimson color from the clothes hanger, and clutching onto the three bras proceeded toward the change room.

“I like to mix and match” she said, arching her long neck back in my direction as I turned, catching a glimpse of her taut ankles, white sandals and pink toenail polish, as she disappeared around the end of aisle 7. Within two minutes I had located the matching Triumph panties. Well the matching colors as it were, the panties the lady had requested were at least two sizes smaller than the bra size she had collected from my racks.

Taking time to gently draw back the change room curtain I slid the panties onto the change room lounge seat. I could see her turning toward me, as she strapped the pink bra up from bend her back, then began pulling it up higher above her breasts, her head lowered to perfect bra placement. Her breasts were large though firm, her nipples a beautiful rich dark pink, pointing in large circles toward my clumsy stance.

“There just on the couch seat” I said, in a shy voice, as I drew the curtain to the change room closed, before sitting behind the change room counter. Within seconds she appeared. She was wearing a pink multistrand necklace and matching wristlet. A Boho Chic look that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Kind of cool”, I thought, for a middle aged Mom, “that is if she was a Mom”, I mused. Walking slowly toward me, with her white sandals still on, I noticed she had chosen the pink bra and the red panties. They looked gorgeous on her, I thought to myself. Simply stunning. The panties I had chosen were perfect. They clung to her thighs though not tightly enough to place pressure upon her crotch, whilst her bum cheeks were covered, and in no way protruding from the pretty red briefs. She threw her head forward, as her long blond hair whisked its way down over her taut torso toward the beautiful red briefs.

Then lifting her head back up and smiling, “how do I look?” She asked.

“You look wonderful”, I said with an air of unexpected confidence, “absolutely wonderful”.

“How does the size appear?” She questioned, moving closer toward me. Close enough for me to take in the feint scent of “Issay Mayake” that lingered from her presence.

“The 34C is a brilliant fit, well you already knew that”, I answered, whipping up a head of steam (I was on a roll), “and the first thing I noticed as you alighted from the change room was how well the “Triumph” panties fitted you. I must say I was a bit nervous, having chosen them myself, but they look great”, I said.

“Why thank you” she said, as she came in close to me. “You have such eloquent language” she said, “for a small town girl”. “And such beautiful black hair”, she said softly, gently brushing a length of my hair away from my cheekbone.

“Why thank you” I replied, blushing. “No one has ever said that to me before”.

Then leaning forward and whispering in my ear “well now someone has”, she said, before turning to walk back into the change room, her long slender legs reaching all the way to the new red panties, as they clung so beautifully to her tight firm hips. I felt a tingle whistle slowly down through my own torso, in between my ribs, beneath my tender young breasts, a soft release, from somewhere down below, as the feint scent of her “Issay Mayake” perfume lingered in the air around me, lighting up every orifice of my young body, causing me to feel faint myself. Weak at the knees I sat back at the counter, before drawing in a deep breath and returning to sit back behind the change room counter.

Within what seemed like seconds her American Express card had filtered through my card machine, and with her bright red “Triumph” lingerie bag she quickly made her way toward the store exit. “I’ll have to let you out”, I said, “as the store is closing”.

“Thank you so much” she said turning again toward me once more. “What is your name gorgeous girl?” she inquired.

“My name is Jessie”, I said, with a broad smile.

“Well nice to meet you Jessie, I’m a Jessie to, but most of my friend call me Jessica. I might see you again, I’ve just bought a small ranch and am moving in this weekend. I’m not much of a country girl, I might need some tips from a pretty country girl”, she said, as she approached the exit doors.

“I hope you enjoy the Amorette Collection”, I yelled as she walked briskly away down the hallway. “It looks beautiful on you”, I said. It was too late. She had gone.

Locking up the store I went up into the office to flick on the external security cameras. My vision caught the change room camera frame. It was on all day to prevent theft from within the stores change room. I thought for a split second. “I shouldn’t do this”. Then picking up the remote I rewound the change room tape. Sitting now in the dark my eyes wandered through the proceeding twenty minutes of change room vision. There was Jessica, pulling her dress from above her shoulders. Undoing her bra strap. Then turning toward the camera. Before bending over to remove her panties toward her ankles. Exposing the most breathtaking sight I had ever seen in all of my short sixteen years. The most beautiful pink pussy. So warm, so smooth, so pink. Within moments my own fingers had found their way inside my own dirty white panties. Penetrating within the folds of my tender young skin. Rubbing at the wetness that dripped from my snatch. Fingering now furiously as I kicked the door latch. With lights now off I focused further in. Nervous anxious, excited, buried within my sin.

 

Moon and Stars Press Interview with Sasha Holden

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author, books, erotic fiction, Interview, love, moonandstarspress, people, poetry, writing

We recently had the opportunity to sit down with our newest author, Sasha Holden, and conducted a far reaching conversation with her to find out really what beats deep in the her soul and made her the critically acclaimed author that she is. Excerpts of that interview follow:
Tell us about yourself.
I grew up as the luckiest girl in the world with a loving family from a privileged background. Having lived in rural Australia on a cattle property as a young girl, I then attended a private school in Sydney where I enjoyed studying English and History. Following a placement with a modelling agency in Sydney I was soon transferred to New York where I lived for the ensuing decade with my fashion photographer boyfriend Jack, whom I met on location in Italy in late 2006. I now continue to travel between Australia, where my family resides, and New York, where many of my closest friends now live.
When did you first know you wanted to become an author?
I wrote a book as a student about a native Australian from the wrong side of the tracks entitled “Shades of Grey’. This short story appeared from nowhere, and I found myself unable to put the pen down. Then for an extended period of time following I wrote poem after poem, writing with a passion, with the constant need to place my words upon paper. Though it wasn’t until January 2015 when I realized my calling to become an erotic fiction writer. My body yearned for the heightened sense of eroticism that was to form the nucleus of my novels. Put simply, I fell in love with writing erotica.
How do you develop your plot lines and characters?
My stories focus around a central female lead, who is strong in character though somewhat vulnerable. Either through personal setbacks, or emotional turmoil, they find themselves longing to escape their everyday lives, in order to divine their inner most desires. The sexual fantasies that lay deep inside their core. Deep down in places they only ever dreamed of visiting. Having developed my central female lead the characters surrounding her are derived from the exploration of her own fantasies, be they of a heterosexual, bisexual, or of a lesbian nature. More often than not self-exploration opens the door to a plethora of erotic experiences, from which my female lead sets sail.
In your opinion what makes a “great” story?
A great story for mine is one that has not been told before. It is well written, engaging on a number of levels, and intriguing to say the least. I enjoy my stories to develop on a slow burn, over an extended period of time, during which I am drawn into the plot through my love or connection with the leading characters before me. When you ask what makes a great story, I do believe there does need to be a surprise element, or an element of the unknown. Twists and turns are par for the course, when it comes to keeping me enthused. Though when I think of the great Dickens stories, or even the Grapes of Wrath, one of my favorite novels, it is the ability of the author to place you firmly within the shoes of their leading character, to place you right there, in the moment as it were, that to me defines a great story.

Do you write every day in a disciplined fashion or as new ideas come to you?
When I am writing a book I do try to maintain a level of continuity. Missing days here and there can prove difficult as I lose the thread and in turn the thrust of my plot. In terms of new ideas I spend time before I write a novel, and at night time whilst in bed, analyzing the plot of my current story, working through the various sub plots at length from every angle, to ensure the context of each meets the longer term goals and objectives of the story.
What is your favorite book of all time (and why)?
This is a difficult question. To choose one book is nigh impossible. Though if I had to pick one it would be Ernest Hemingway’s “Garden of Eden’. The story encapsulates an eclectic mix of self-development, romance, sorrow, love and intrigue, as the leading characters find each other, and ultimately themselves, amidst a sea of change, uncertainty and self-realization. Not to mention Hemingway’s vivid description of the scenery within which they find themselves. Truly spectacular.

Who is your favorite author (and why)?
Again a difficult question. In terms of Australian novelists I enjoy Patrick White. His attention to detail, his description of individuals, and his ability to take the reader on a journey through another’s life is second to none. Whilst when it comes to American authors I do enjoy Ray Carvers work. His free spirit and sense of honesty shines through all his writing, from his work as a poet to his time as an author. Furthermore I do enjoy reading criminal authors such as Michael Connolly, the author of such thrilling novels as “The Poet”, and “Blood Work”. I still am not answering your question am I. When all is said and done Ernest Hemingway comes close to being my favorite author, though D H Lawrence, the author of “Sons and Lovers” among other romantic classics, would have to be my favorite author. I enjoy both his depiction of the English countryside, as well as the enduring search for love, that permeates throughout his novels, like a heartbeat through our veins.
Aside from writing what activities do you enjoy?
Outside of writing I enjoy horse riding, the occasional game of golf, cinema, sex and the surf. Spending times with friends and family obviously rates high on the list, though if I could happen upon my perfect evening, somewhere in the picture would be a fine wine, a bath, and a book.
If you had to spend the rest of your life in one place where would it be?
The Amalfi Coast in Italy. Perhaps in Sorrento. The picturesque clifftops, serene surf and vivacious personalities leave me swimming with the desire to travel there again, and again.

Do you model your characters on people you know?
It would be difficult for any author to say they are writing about experiences they have never had, or indeed characters they have never known. Though as a rule of thumb I enjoy manufacturing characters from my own imagination. Characters who I would either like to visit, or more often than not, like to be. Take for instance Jessica Stanton, the middle aged lead in my latest “Spur Hill” series of novellas. What I would give to step into her cowboy boots for just one day. Or for just one evening when it comes to that.

Do you prefer writing poetry or fiction?
I enjoy writing poetry although I have always felt poems were something embedded in me, that I just had to let out. As if I were carrying them around with me for weeks or months on end until such a time as they simply “had to be written”. To the contrary writing fiction, or more particularly erotic fiction, is something I am totally and utterly infatuated with. I prefer writing erotic fiction more than anything else in life. Well almost anything that is.