Writing Frenzy

Holy Shit!! I've been up all night. A full night writing. I made phenomenal progress too. I wrote two stories for Alison Tyler's "Boat story" contest. Now I have to choose one to submit (or do I?). I also wrote the rough draft of the "Purple" showcase story for Alison. I started another story for an anthology due Aug. 15. And, I wrote the rough draft for yet another story for a different anthology due Aug. 1!! I haven't had a writing frenzy like this in....ever!! Alison Tyler you fucking rock as an inspiration. Truly! Now is the hard part. The revisions. That's the longer, harder work. (oooh, I like the sound of that) All this writing about sucking and fucking has made me tired but horny as hell!! What do do, what to do?? Husband is at work. Hmmm, three choices as I see it:

1) Keep writing

2) Go to sleep

3) Get out my purple battery-powered friend!

I'm leaning toward number 3! And, yes, Alison Tyler, my battery-powered friend is really purple. G'nite all (or good morning, whichever applies).

HFFD,

Tarin

P.S. After I originally wrote this, I was up even longer writing two more stories! So, here I sit at the computer. I didn't get out my purple friend after all.

A Coming Out

This is new territory for me. Not the erotica part; secretly I've always been a dirty little girl. It started when I was a child sneaking peaks at my dad's "girlie" magazines. I've always loved sex. I have been reading romance novels ever since junior high school when I found one of my mom's books. So, being around it and loving it is not new to me. Writing about it is.

As I started writing fiction it dawned on me that I can be whoever I want to be on paper. I can live out my fantasies every time I pick up pen and put it to paper. The more I wrote and got into reading popular erotica, the more I was drawn to it. I want to make other people feel the way I feel when I read anything by Alison Tyler or Rachel Kramer Bussel. I want to create those worlds that I'll never be able to visit in the tangible world.

Hence, this blog is born. My first trek into writing about all things sex. Yesterday I timidly tested the waters when I sent my first erotic piece to a contest. "Virgin No More" is true in more ways than one. The narcissist in me wants to see how it's doing, but the chickenshit in me is, well, chicken shit! Anyway, this is my coming out of sorts. It's scary but oh so fucking exciting!!

HFFD,
Tarin

It's Funny Now..

...but four hours ago we weren't laughing! I thought that one of the perks of being an "empty-nester" was that you could have sex whenever and wherever you wanted. Bullshit!! Here we were in the throws of passion and the phone rang, and kept ringing. It was daughter number 3. I ignored it because husband was so close, I just couldn't make him stop--it was an afternoon quickie afterall. I kept all my attention and mouth just where it was. Then I hear a knock at my bedroom door!! Shit, he says, I forgot to lock the front door. Too late now...I'm too far gone to stop. Daughter says, it's just me, I need to use the bathroom--I'm locked out of my apartment! I stop for a quick second and say just a minute! I go back and finish what I started and we are hauling ass through the bedroom, trying to be quiet about it. I try to wash the come from my mouth and hand. I flush the toilet and open the door apologizing for taking so long. She just looks at me. I shrug my shoulders and go back to the bedroom. I'm sure she knew what was going on and she and her siblings will have great fun discussing mom and dad getting caught fucking *at their age*... but I felt like I had been caught by my mother at seventeen!! Next time, *I* will lock the damn door!!

HFFD,

Tarin