I never imagined myself writing erotic fiction. The closest I ever came was a brief dream in my youth of writing a Mills & Boon novel. (If you think that's cringe-worthy remember I was YOUNG!)Back then I looked at all the sad people slogging away unhappily in their mundane jobs and pitied them. You see, I was special, made for greater things. I had no doubt my writing would propel me to the tops of the best seller lists and I’d live happily, if somewhat smugly, ever after. My 9-5 job was as boring as the rest of them, but that didn’t matter. It was all temporary.
It soon became evident that finishing a novel was a little trickier than I’d hoped. The years went by, and I married and had two children. I also tried on various careers for size. My writing dwindled to long rambling diary entries and little else. There were a few half-hearted attempts at getting back into it. I bought several books on how to write a best-seller, hoping to unlock some secret.
Well, I'm still waiting to discover the secret, but I'm a little closer to my dream now and a hell of a lot more humble!
My foray into erotica began when my husband asked me to read an erotic story he'd downloaded. After reading a few pages I threw it back at him in disgust. “That’s rubbish and it’s obviously written by a male. It doesn’t turn me on, it makes me feel ill.”
“So do you think you can do better?” he challenged.
The seed was planted and it flowered in a most unexpected way. Not long after that conversation, I had a 6 hour drive from Sydney to a small country town. I had a recorder in the car with me. Why not see if I could write a few erotic short stories by recording them? Those six hours flew by. To my amazement and delight I found that the words flowed without hesitation. The scenes were clear. I was transported.
So that’s how it all began! My goal is to write stories that are compelling and arousing. I’m juggling full time work with writing and it’s not easy. I no longer look at other people trapped in soul-destroying jobs with pity. Now I see people just like me, doing the best they can. We all have secrets. We all have dreams. We all have fantasies.
It gives me great joy to share some of my naughty fantasies. I hope it gives you delicious pleasure to read them ;-)
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Warm Pink to Red Hot (7 Sensual Short Stories)
Short and deliciously spicy, these stories are designed to inflame your passions quickly. From Romance to lust, there’s a story for everyone to enjoy. Whether you’re after sweet romance or down and dirty sizzling sex, there’s a story for all tastes. Perfect bedtime reading to take you from warm to red hot fast!
The pool party is to be a lavish affair. The pool has a glass wall so that people in the lounge room can sip champagne while watching the bathers. Louisa finds out people get up to all sorts of things in pools, especially when they’re unaware that they’re being observed. At this particular party the pool isn’t the only place where people play while they’re being watched………
John is a sexually frustrated man, on red alert for any female in the vicinity. When Liz joins his small office he’s consumed with visions of taking her in every conceivable position.
Before long John discovers to his utter amazement & joy that Liz is thinking along just the same lines. Even better, Liz is a very, very naughty girl. Her dirty antics will have you squirming & your pulse race.
A Very Special Shopping Trip
Jo did not expect to find herself trawling for sex in a grocery store on a Wednesday, but here she was. It was an outrageous idea, and not long after entering the store she decides not to go through with the plan.
Fate has other ideas however.
Sex with a stranger has never been this hot!
20 years ago a random meeting with a Frenchman led to the best sex Natasha every had. To her great disappointment, in all the years since, no lover has ever came close to the heights they shared. It broke her heart when he disappeared without explanation. Now he's back in town, promising to relive their first encounter........
Good With His Hands
Have you ever watched the rippling muscles of a tradesman working in your home? Ever imagined as he drives a hammer home with powerful blows how hard he could hammer into you? All those bulging muscles, skin brown from the sun and glistening with sweat. In this short story Roz has a very hunky tradie who is more than happy to use his special tool to drive her wild!
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