A huge thank you to all my readers over the years for being so generous with their time, for reading my stories and their graciousness in responding to them.
After years of deliberation, and many of you badgering me, I've finally decided to publish my favorites stories. I'm equal parts nervous and excited!
In line with this decision, some stories you love will no longer will be available. Other stories, some of my personal favorites, will be moved from this blog to a new and improved one. Don't worry, I'll provide links to the new blog, as well as the leave this one intact for a few months.
Please be patient with me! As I move forward, I will keep you posted!
All works posted are original stories. As such, they may not be copied or used without author's express permission.
Home for the Summer
His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder, his
tongue and teeth moving across the heated skin, and I moan. “You should have
crawled into bed with me this morning. I’m through waiting,” Low and raspy and
heavy with sex, his accent, usually lyrical, is a growl. Shivers cascade down
Read the full story at UnzippedKiss.blogspot.com or jump here.
I read. A lot. To say I've read 10,000 books would not be an exaggeration. As I read, I often come across points in the story where I thought a different scene should have been written or a certain paragraph should have been removed or rearranged. Which leads me to writing. I write. I've kept a journal for most of my adult life. I've boxes of paper and ink that will probably make a really great bonfire one day. Back in college I'd taken a creative writing class, and I was enraptured. I wrote poetry (which I hate, for the most part), a script for a television movie (which was terrible and riddled with cliches) and short stories. I love writing. Tying these two things together, a few years ago I heard a piece on NPR (National Public Radio) driving to work, talking about Harry Potter fanfiction. I had no idea what they were talking about, let alone that people were writing stories about Harry Potter. Gay stories! Slash, I found out it is called. I was horrified. But curious. Not so much about the gay aspect but that people were actually writing alternate scenes and story lines in the world of Harry Potter. And if they wrote for Harry Potter, were there other books being turning into fanfiction, as well? Oh my fucking God. I had no idea what can of worms I opened once I started looking! But that is another story. The point is, I began writing SERIOUSLY again. Yes, some fan fiction, which led to editing work. Original short stories, as well. And now, my play. Not the horrible screenplay I'd written in college, but another. One I'm very excited about; one I'd started a long time ago. When I decided to actually start writing again I zoned in on the genre that I love to read but didn't think I could ever write - erotica. Nothing like getting your feet wet with a bit of sex, is there? Turns out, I'm pretty good at writing erotica, judging from comments I've received. I branched out into stories with actual plots, which gave me the confidence to write some original work, which has led me to my play. The play is NOT erotica, however. Know you were curious. Which brings me around to posting a story I wrote a little while ago. I'm not going to explain why I wrote this story, but suffice it to say, there is a story behind it. Now I'm offering it up to you. Fuck. I'm nervous again.
Excerpt: "Once upon a time there was a very satisfied, very content Princess. Content the way only chocolate and a man can provide, at the same time. Her Prince was currently in her bed, tied. Eyeing her appreciatively as she walked the room, wearing nothing but stockings and fuck me pumps. He couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him. When she was this satisfied and content, it usually meant that he wouldn't be."