18 days gone

Two weeks down plus change. Still not feeling as though I have started the new year. I have certainly neglected the writing side of things. And the selling of the writing too. A brief look at the Amazon numbers tells me I won’t be retiring any time soon. Number one on my list of things to do is get the writing empire running again.

Too many projects want to be picked next. It’s like being in a classroom and asking kids to answer a question. Most, if not all, are there with their hands held as high as possible, some even standing up as if that’s going to get them noticed more than the rest. A few even make that strange ‘uhhn’ panting noise to show … to show they exist I suppose. No, today I am writing a long overdue story for my children. Erotica next, but today it’s for kids.

Writing aside, the failure of The Shore to make anywhere near the impact of the previous titles is clearly down to my decision to tame the cover down. Clearly a taming too far. While I had thought that people would search for erotica based on their own search terms and then the blurb provided with the book, I think the cover has a lot more impact that I had realised. I know in book-stores it’s all important, but that’s because you are browsing and ONLY see the covers (or spines). In an online store searching will bring you into first contact which normally gives you the book blurb too. In the world of erotica I’ve never known a sexy book cover to have anything to with the story inside, yet one can assume that it’s like an advertisement saying ‘this book IS sexy’.

Pricing seems to have had little to do with sales either. I know it does with other genres, but erotica… people seem to be willing to pay $0.99-2.99 for a short story (even if it is a little short). There will be one more erotica title to add to the current titles, and then who knows. I’ll decide then.

Pity that Amazon filters on such vague guidelines. But I think the cover needs to go back to sexy. So… yeah, sexy it will be. Current covers can stay as they are. And its certainly too cold to shoot anything for a new replacement cover for The Shore. I hate working with free pictures, but sometimes conditions just kick you to the kerb and you have to use what’s available.

Ok, time to get back to work. I think my New Year has finally started.


Santa’s Naughty List

(A late Christmas present for you. xx)

Jenny woke to a loud bang from downstairs. Adrenaline forced her into full wakefullness and she slid out of bed and retrieved the iron poker she kept under her bed for just such occassions. Creeping downstairs, she listened carefully, as much for her own footsteps as for anything beyond. There was a shuffling noise that sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. This was where the women in films always got it wrong by confronting their attacker, only to find themselves overpowered or facing some nightmare from the grave. She stopped, tried to calm her breathing and  then decided to do the sensible thing.

‘I’ve called the cops. I’m also armed. If you leave now, I’ll tell them it was my imagination. Take whatever you’ve got and go now,’ Jenny yelled. Silence. Perhaps she should go and call the police. She stood absolutely still and listened to her heartbeat for a full minute. Nothing. She should be sure. The police hated timewasters. Jenny crept down the rest of the stairs.

The kitchen was empty. The contents of the fridge were undisturbed. There were no footprints and the furniture was all where it was supposed to be. Of course, her purse was in the lounge. Perhaps the thief had gone to look in there. Jenny backed out of the kitchen, still half convinced someone might still be in there waiting for her to turn her back.

The hallway seemed to extend to infinity as she edged her way closer to the lounge door with her back to the wall. If there was anybody there the sound of her sliding along the wallpaper was a dead giveaway. Then again, whoever was in the lounge probably knew she lived there and was just waiting for her to step inside. Well, she’d surprise them yet.

Jenny kicked the lounge door open and screamed. That might even alert the neighbours, she thought. The door hit the wall and shuddered. Jenny felt around on the inside wall for the light switch and discovered that the lounge too was empty. She went in and sat down, her heart finally slowing down. Maybe what woke her was sound from next door. She was glad she had not bothered the police now. Back to bed then. Jenny left the lounge and hallway lights on. The house felt safer with the lights on.

Her bedroom was the only room with the lights still off. Padding back in barefoot, she stepped in something cold. There was snow on the floor. Jenny shrieked and fled. She ran straight into a reindeer. Winded, she stood there in shock. Her mind simply went blank but for the simply message, there’s a giant animal in my hall. It blew a great gout of steaming breath out and just stared at her.

‘He likes to be scratched behind his ears,’ a deep voice called out. Jenny turned and peered back into the dark bedroom, still in shock. There was a man dressed as Santa Claus laying on her bed. In her state of mind, the only thing that really seemed to register were his dirty, snow covered boots dripping water onto the end of her bed. Then she screamed.

‘Your neighbours are away for the weekend. Lucky for you really, as last night would have really woken them up. Surprised that the poor guy was walking today. Good work with the whip though, you could be a pro domme with handywork like that.’ Santa sucked on the cigar and blew a huge smoke ring.

Jenny stopped screaming and glared at the man dressed as Santa. ‘How the hell do you know about that?’ The man winked at her and blew a smaller smoke ring through the first. ‘He put you up to this? Nice try, but I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. And your beard is pathetic. Dead give-way, no? On top of that it’s not even Christmas any more. Now, do I call the police or do you fuck off now?’

Santa tugged his beard and it regained a more traditional, fuller and fluffier appearance. ‘I didn’t realise I had to come in formal wear. There. What do you think now?’

Jenny was struck dumb. The man had become the face of Christmas. Recollection of an empty Christmas suddenly broke her silence. ‘You didn’t do much for Christmas this year did you? Bit late to come crawling around here to apologise.’

The cigar smoke rings formed frowning faces. Santa jabbed the glowing end of the cigar into his beard and it smoulder away, reverting back to his rougher white stubble. ‘Well, you see there’s toys and gifts for the kids that play nice. Then we have what I like to call the naughty list. Guess where you are.’

Blood flushed Jenny’s cheeks. ‘Naughty list? It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong.’

‘Wrong? No. Immoral? I’m not one to judge. Naughty? Let’s say that I only visit the ones who fit my personal definition of the term ‘naughty’. And just so you know, Santa did bring you a gift.’ He nodded towards the end of the bed and there was a long, flat oblong box. Jenny eyed it with suspicion.

‘If this is a joke, you are taking it way too far. If it’s not, then i’m still asleep.’ She reached for the package and bagan to rip the festive wrapping away. Opening the box inside revealed a long cane, spreader bar for her legs, and leather cuffs with ties that she already suspected would fit exactly to each of teh four corners of her bedframe. She turned back to Santa. While he was still laying where he was, his red bottoms were gone and he was naked from the waist down.

‘Your sack is showing.’ Jenny chuckled at herself. ‘Have to admit, it’s bloody huge.’

‘Haven’t you heard? Christmas only comes once a year.’ They both chuckled.

She took the cane from the box and used the tip of it to push his cock around so she could see it more clearly. It was a nice large, thick looking cock. It would probably be massive when he was erect. She gave it a little whack with the cane. Santa yelped. One by one, Jenny fastened the cuffs to the bedpost, and then put the man’s hands and feet into the leather loops and tightened them. Santa was chomping on his cigar and sporting a wide smile and, as she’d hoped, a huge erection.

‘Well, if Santa only comes once a year, we better make it a good one.’ Jenny eased her wet pussy over Santa’s rigid cock and eased its tip between her waiting lips. She sat still a moment, letting a shiver of pleasure run through her, then began to fuck him slowly. The cane and the spreader bar she’d use on him later. Some candles and pegs and the strap on

‘You’re mine now, bad boy.’ Jenny pinched her nipples and began to sing. ‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas….’

The next one

I haven’t been entirely bed bound this November. Kids have given me what feels like another cold, and as long as it’s not in the same ballpark as what we all had at the beginning of November it shouldn’t be a bother. Still on meds from the oral surgery, and sneezing and yawning hurt like mad. Eating is easier but I hate anything with seeds right now. Really hoping for a nicer December.

My latest short story, The Shore, has just been uploaded to KDP. Not live yet. A little on the short side at 5,5K words, but given my current state, I forgive myself. Slight change in the cover design. Not sure I like it yet but it will do. Mostly want to make the title more visible at small icon sizes. As for the cover image, that’s just intended to try to avoid getting filtered. So far two out of three have been filtered, apparently because of the amount of flesh in the cover image.

Pricing has changed too. Everything is 99 cents now. Halving the royalty amount hurts, but at the same time I was not comfortable asking $2.99 for a short short-story. That price was part of the now failed sales challenge, and since it no longer applies, have a price cut! Anyway, a dollar seems fair.

NaNoWriMo aside, I was supposed to have 5 titles out by now. The next one is going to be a Christmas story. A nice stocking filler 🙂

NaNoWriMo Notes Day 6

This is one hell of a cold but I’m over the worst. Still more slime coming up than seems natural and I really shouldn’t have watched Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’ the other night. November 6 and I feel OK for the first time in a week.

Couple of things have happened in the last few days. First of all I am seriously behind in my NaNoWriMo word count. I have been writing, but not for that. Which brings me to the question; why am I doing NaNo if I am so busy? The usual purpose of NaNo is to get people writing. I am already writing – I’ve just finished another piece under my real name. I wanted NaNo to help me with my Erotica challenge. Part of that was getting more written. Not necessarily 50,000 words but I was hoping to get a story a day out. I still am. But real life comes first, and since I am writing, I don’t feel as bad if I do let it slide. We’ll see. I have a couple of chores left this morning then I will throw myself into things and see where the day ends up.

Secondly the challenge has hit something of a snag. Well, my sales dried up. My partner blames my pricing became I am writing vanilla erotica and he claims its only ‘niche’ that can happily claim a $2.99 price tag without people venting their spleen about being overcharged. My ‘challenger’ agreed with my partner. He made it clear that his erotica was very hard and even admitted that Amazon had actually pulled a load of his titles.

It is too early yet to draw any conclusions from the couple of months my titles have been on sale. And there are still only three of them. The playing has field changed dramatically over the last  twelve months. All book publishers have come down hard on erotica. Not just what they sell but how easy it is to find it. No publisher wants to be the subject of a ‘my children found Daddy porn’ news story, no matter how manufactured the story really is.

So. NaNoWriMo? My other works will count towards your word count. If I pass 50k, that will give me a victory of sorts. A story a day for November will make me feel good about myself. Do both and I’ll feel like a winner.

So part II. The challenge. It was initially on his historic sales and if I could match them with the aid of social media. I still have three months left. Interesting to note that my ‘challenger’ has put all his stories in one book and is now selling that at the $2.99 price point. We agreed that gives me room to drop my prices 🙂

Right, back to work. Wish me luck.

NaNoWriMo Notes Day 1

Still feeling horribly horrid with this cold. Couple that with all the chores and other duties I’ve had to do today and I didn’t have a chance to sit down and write anything until nearly 10pm. Day 1 is a little shy of my target at just over 1200 words, but that’s today’s story done. It’s short and not very sweet. I’d heistate to call it erotica. I think I am channeling too much of this cold to be erotic 🙂 Come back tomorrow for something different.

Oh, and fair warning, in the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I am posting these as they come. No apologies for poor editing and mistakes. It’s word count that matters.

NaNoWriMo Day 1


Barbara felt the familiar nudge of Frank’s penis in the small of her back. Not now, she thought, I’m sick. She pushed back sharply enough that she hoped he got the message.

‘Hey, you’re awake. I was just snuggling. Let me just work my way in there. Mmm..’

Frank’s penis nestled just beneath her buttocks. She knew what he intended next. The same thing almost every morning. Most of the time it was welcome. Sometimes it was just too early. This morning she was sick. It was his stupid cold she’d caught too. Barbara hoped he might have picked up on her reluctance and let herself drift back into sleep.

Wracking coughs woke her from an absurd dream. Her skin felt like fire. Frank’s body was actually cooling her down.

‘Wow. That felt amazing. you should do that when I’m inside you,’ Frank said.

‘What are you going on about?’

‘Your cough. Everything went tight. Your thighs squeezed like mad and everything was just solid.’

Barbara realised Frank’s penis was now pushed between her legs, pressing against both the cleft of her arse and pussy. Maybe she could just let him fuck her and sleep through it. Anything if he would just let her sleep. Suddenly her nose began to run and she flailed around for the pack of tissues she hoped were still somewhere around her pillow.

‘Frank, I’ve got your cold. Remember how bad you felt the last few days? That’s me now. Do you really think I want sex right now? Do you think I want slime coming out of me at both ends?’

‘Hey, if I would have had the energy, I would have fucked it out of me. That’s what you do with a cold. You don’t let it get a hold. You fuck it out. Fuck it out hard. Want me to do that to you. You’ll be up and around in no time. Daddy’s gonna fuck that cold clean out of you.’

‘You were on the sofa for three days straight, whining like a baby. You couldn’t get an erection when I stuck my hand in your jeans and searched for signs of life. Now I’ve got your cold. You can fuck yourself.’

Frank nuzzled in closer. ‘Seriously, an orgasm will make you feel better. It’s like eating chocolate.’

Barbara threw a punch behind her blindly. ‘Like you want to give me anything but a baby. Get lost Frank. Go to work or something. At least stick a condom on.’

Frank pushed himself between her pussy lips and started to gyrate slowly. ‘Why is it with a cold that you get all slimy up there but there’s still nothing down here?’ His finger came around and started to probe Barbara from the front.

‘You are all romance. Here. Let me help you.’ Barbara blew her nose directly into the palm of her hand, turning it into a sickly green mess. She showed her open palm to Frank, then pushed it between her legs and wiped it all over her pussy. ‘That’s how sick I am. If you really want to then go for it, finish quickly, and then let me sleep.’

Frank called her bluff and pushed inside her pussy. Barbara thought that after she had wiped her mucous down there that he’d be put off. He actually surprised her. The initial penetration was nice, but the cold still trumped everything and she felt too lousy to enjoy the anything. The condom was not that important either. Period was due any day. She just didn’t want the hassle of cleaning herself up after him.

The slow fuck became nice in the way that a morning stretch can be nice, but no more than that. Frank was careful and slow, but that meant he would take a while to come yet. Another bout of coughing left her throat feeling raw, and Frank moaning with pleasure.

‘Oh God, that almost made me come. If you could do that when I do, that would be amazing.’

Barbara coughed again. And again. Frank started to speed up. While that felt nicer, it also meant he was going to finish soon. Even sooner than she expected came the familiar moaning and bucking and thrusting. In a few moments he was finished. She had held her coughing off on purpose. Now she let loose again, her throat tickling more than ever. It still made him moan.

‘Now that’s medical. Some more of that and you’ll kick this cold in no time. Let me go and make some tea and then I’ll go again.’

‘You said you’d let me sleep. What about work? You’ll be late.’

‘Saturday, babe. That cold really scrambled your brains. Well, no worries, I’ll take care of you this weekend. Let me get some tea babe. Then I’ll give you another injection. Doctor’s orders!’ Frank laughed and jumped out of bed. The silence of his absence was like massage to her ears.

There was something about flying out of the bed and into a drainpipe full of seaweed and fish and then she realised she was dreaming. Knowing that, Barbara was able to nudge dream in a direction that took her flying down the pipe and suddenly over a field of wheat in the moonlight with a sky full of stars.


With a moment of dread she realised that Frank wasn’t just bringing her tea, he was announcing his presence for the entire weekend. She was captive in bed while the cold made her feel this bad. He stood there grinning like an idiot, holding two mugs of tea and sporting a new erection.

‘Thought I’d give you a couple of minutes to recover. I’ll put yours down just over here.’ Frank slid back into bed, pulled his knees up and sipped his tea. For a moment Barbara thought he was done and it was just a morning in bed, but no, he put his mug down and, spooning, started nuzzling her again.

‘Frank. FRANK. If you want me to feel better… I thought I was the one supposed to be getting an orgasm?’

‘What? Oh yeah. This time I promise. You know I sometimes shoot off a bit quickly the first time.’

And you get bored after the second time because you are a selfish asshole. ‘Go down on me. Make me come first Doctor. Then you can give me more medicine.’ Barbara tried to sound as sexy as she could with a blocked nose and a throbbing headache.

‘But I just came. And you put a handful of snot down there? That’s so gross. Give me one of those tissues.’

Barbara held up the empty tissue packet. ‘If the doctor wants to inject any more medicine, the doctor will clean it up.’

The Doctor bumped his way under the duvet and blankets and nestled his head between Barbara’s thighs. She shifted so he could get his face right in there and then waited for him to start. At least he was good to his word and started to lick and kiss her pussy without any more complaint. She listened to the sound of his breathing. It was still hampered by the cold. He might be feeling better but his nose was still blocked. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing and waited a moment longer. Then she clenched her thighs. With his breath exhausted, Frank passed out in seconds. It served him right. Barbara nudged his head out of the way, made herself comfortable and fell back to sleep.