I am attempting to co-author smut with Lisabet Sarai, a fellow writer of erotica (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). Much higher brow than moi. I can never figure how they can type with their little finger stuck out. 🙂
I write stroke material, more suitable for the bathroom, while Lisabet writes nicer porn that works better in the conservatory with tea. I love Lisabet’s works, some are a little too dark for me but if you leave the lights on, it’s okay.
She’s been trying to elevate my writing style but finally gave up and is joining me at the bottom of the barrel. We started out trying to co-write a story but our writing styles are so different, we were having problems getting together. Finally, Lisabet gave up and started her own story, which takes place in my world.
Lisabet says that she’s having fun letting her characters loose to do whatever their fantasies can dream up.
“At the same time, I’m working on my silly, smutty novella set in Larry’s world, which is totally different in mood and style. In both cases, I’ve felt a remarkable sense of freedom and control. Well, not exactly control—I believe that inspiration can’t be summoned and hence is not subject to conscious control— but a sense of the writing being in sync with my intentions and desires.”
It’s really neat to see my characters described from her viewpoint and I’m loving the initial chapters as she builds the story line. If you’ve read my work, you know that my characters spend a majority of their time in the sack but I’d like to think there is a thin plot line running through it.
We are one of “those people” and I tend to include my friends in my stories along with their specific kinks. With the names changed to protect the guilty of course. A lot of my stories revolve around The Fox’s Den, a strip club in Las Vegas.
Where we used to live in the mid-west, we were members of a key club, where you had to have a key to get in. It was in a large two story building, the bottom floor was a neighborhood tavern and you would walk behind the bar and use a round cylinder key to electronically unlock a door leading upstairs.
The club upstairs was a cross between a strip club and a swingers house party, where pretty much anything goes including audience participation. This was the basis for my gentleman’s club in Sin City.
I enjoy writing erotica which is generally HEA (happily ever after) except for the parts where Foxy puts on her thigh high leather boots, leather bustier, and grabs the whip. I always have to laugh as one of the couples we run with, he is a cop and loves to be disciplined by Wifey.
When she puts her spike heel in the middle of his back and flogs him, it is a real trip. Personally, I’m not into pain because it hurts too much but I must say that it really turns a lot of people on. My wife can go from a sweet sexy slut to a bitch mistress in an instant. You can see the change in her personality as she pulls those boots up her impossibly long legs.
When she gets out the dog collar, I know that someone is going to be punished and it’s time to disappear into the shadows. Then there is the butt plug but I won’t go into that!
Often swingers erotica involves cheating, fights, and divorce but this has never been our experience. We have a fair size group that we run with and problems from the lifestyle have been few and far between.
My stories reflect a fun filled world of casual sex that is often based upon something we’ve done or witnessed. So when you read one of my stories, they are always full of sex but little angst. It’s escapism pure and simple and hopefully, will leave you feeling good.
My latest story, Stripper or Nurse, is 80,000 words and blends Hotwives, their cuckold husbands, and swingers into a long tale, which blends the best of both worlds.
So if it’s been so long since you’ve had sex that you can’t remember who gets tied up, then give one of mine a read.