How I Became Diiirrrty, Baby
Escalation… yes, I’ve certainly been guilty of that in my writing. The fact that I’m a writer of erotic romance at all is a result of escalation. I used to write perfectly sweet, traditional romances, you know. In fact I still do that as well, but once upon a time when I first discovered there was such a thing as erotic romance I decided to try to write one. Just to see how it went, coz everyone was doing it, right? So I figured it must be fun. Well, it went pretty well, because look where I am now . Still writing erotic romance and having the time of my life with it. There’s something so freeing to just throw out all the rules and write WHATEVER YOU WANT. Oh, yeah, baby.
This week I thought I’d share a snippet from my first erotic romance and one from my latest, soon-to-be-released BDSM themed novella. Let’s see if I’ve escalated between then and now, eh?
The first erotic romance I had published was a short story called Fijian Fling. Now, I’m a bit nervous about posting something I wrote in 2007 (yikes!), so be gentle with me:
In reply he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear and slowly tongued her earlobe. With a shocked sigh she sagged against him, the curve of her spine melding to his chest. His heart thumped harder, his pulse quickening. He wanted to tear her dress off. He wanted to press her up against the nearest palm tree and fuck her like an animal in rut.
All in good time…he cautioned himself. Sophie needed a little more finesse than that—as much as he was capable of and more. Right now, he’d settle for not having to beg her to have sex with him.
To that end he continued to coax a response from her by sucking gently on her earlobe. She arched her back, her head falling to the side to expose the pale column of her throat. Recognizing the opportunity, he moved his lips down to taste her there. She whimpered, a shudder running through her. She sank further back against him, her bottom coming into contact with his hard-on.
With a gasp she tried to pull away, but Nick grasped her hips and held her there against him. “No,” he rasped, tilting his hips. “I want you to know what you’ve done to me.”
“Oh…” she breathed. In the moonlight he saw her eyes flutter closed, her lips part. He pressed his cock more fully into the groove of her ass. “Christ, you’re sexy. Fucking irresistible.”
His words, or perhaps his language, made her still. “Nick…shouldn’t we…talk about this?”
Nick almost groaned. Typical woman. Typical lawyer. Trying to mess up a perfectly good thing with an in-depth analysis. He moved his hands up along her waist and brought them around to the front of her dress. His palms covered her breasts and gently squeezed. “What do you want to talk about?”
She said, “Um…” and arched into his touch.
He kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts until the dress became more of a hindrance than he could bear. He released her enough so he could turn her in his arms. He took her mouth, his tongue finding easy passage through her parted lips. She tasted like the citrusy dish she’d eaten and the promise of delights yet to explore.
He took two steps forward until she was backed up against a nearby palm tree. Its trunk was bowed from years of withstanding tropical winds, and he laid her back against it, aligning her spine with the trunk so one foot came to rest in the sand on either side of it. Her body reclined before him in the silvery light, her legs effectively spread. She held her balance only by the grip she had on his shoulders. “Nick?”
His name came out a whisper, full of apprehension and anticipation. “Shh. Don’t think so much,” he told her, and started at the top button of her dress, forcing his movements to remain slow as he worked his way down.
By the time he slipped the last button free she was breathing raggedly, her chest and stomach rising and falling. He’d never seen anything so perfect as Sophie laid out against that palm tree, her dress parted to reveal her underwear, the white cotton luminous in the ethereal light. He saw a hint of nipple straining against her bra and ran a hand up her abdomen, praying for a front clasp. He searched and found it, closing his eyes in momentary triumph before opening them to watch as he undid the clasp and her full, rounded breasts spilled out, their dusky crests peaked with wanting.
“Ahh…” he sighed, and filled his hands with her breasts.
“Oh God, Nick.” Her fingernails pierced his shoulders and he sensed her struggle with astonishment. “I can’t do this. I’ve never done this.”
He cocked a brow. “Never?”
“Not like this…in the open. I can’t.”
He should take that as the invitation to her bungalow he could turn it into. But for some reason he didn’t want to let her off that easy. “I could do whatever I wanted with you like this, Sophie. Your thighs wrapped around that tree trunk.” He slid his hand down over her stomach until he found the cotton triangle of her thong panties. He touched damp fabric and groaned. “You’re wet, baby. I could make you come right here.”
She shook her head. “No.”
Intent on making his point, Nick slipped his hand beneath the material, his fingers threading through springy hair damp with arousal. He encountered her folds and gently parted them, finding her clitoris with his finger. He swiped the swollen flesh in one long stroke.
Her hips jerked and she gasped, her head rising off the tree. Nick grasped her neck and kissed her, starting to stroke her with a steady pace. “Oh, I’m almost… Oh,” she whimpered into his mouth, a sound of frustration.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her. “Relax.”
He sensed her efforts to do as he urged. The little mewling sounds of unassuaged longing she was emitting were driving him to the brink of sanity.
So there you have it, a taste of the first erotic story I ever wrote. What do you think?