Erotica & Me (lately)

Peta Todd

So, as many of you know, I have been writing and publishing a lot of erotic short stories lately.  They are of the Hardcore Erotic sub-genre; a situation, some characters, and a very steamy sex scene – literary porn, if you will.

They don’t have a great deal of back story; the characters are described in brief, the setting is like a sketch of an actual description, and the focus is on the naughty acts themselves.  I am in no way opposed to this sort of writing, I actually enjoy both reading and writing the sub-genre, but my latest story has gone a different way.

The latest piece I am working on (The Last Shot – working title) is a different species of story altogether, at least for me.  It seems to be building itself as it goes along rather than the other way around.  The protagonist is the narrator and it’s a first person, past tense view over the story’s arc.  As I sit down and write the story, it as if she keeps cramming detail and description into it, unhappy with the idea that her story be an abbreviated sexual romp between the sheets, or over a desk, or on the kitchen floor.  And I am just letting her go with it and watching the results, the evolution of the story with a certain amount of interest.

I was reading a book recently that talked about the difference between writing porn and writing really well put together erotica.  There’s an obvious but subjective difference in the two.  Erotica seems, to me and this author at least, to be something that draws the reader along.  It’s a full-fledged story with characters, back story, and a plot that may or may not end with short quick breathing and the exchange of bodily fluids.  And yet, it may achieve the same result as the the sub-genre in a more subtle, almost clever way.

After reading the book, I realized that I had never thought about erotica that way and that maybe this is what the new story is leaning toward.  Perhaps subconsciously, this new story is the direct result of that knowledge and my desire to explore it.

It is nothing if not a writing exercise.  I find myself asking all of the usual questions that a reader would ask of the character and the situation in any other genre and then click-clacking the answers through the description or inner-dialogue of the protagonist.  I suppose the point is, it’s new and challenging and different and I am enjoying it immensely.  I can’t wait to hear what everyone else thinks.

Sorry if this is not up the usual snuff of dirty little tidbits that the usual posts contain.  This one is just an update on the latest piece I have been working on.  I’m hashing out the experience.  Keep an eye out for it.  It should be completed soon, hopefully.  I guess I don’t really know, because she just keeps going.

Katie’s Long Holiday – An Erotic Tale

Katie’s Long Holiday – An Erotic Tale

This story was one that had been in my head for a while.  It’s Katie again, this time in first-person present tense, describing her stay with her friend Ann and Ann’s father.  The story opens up with Ann’s father creeping through the house, making his way downstairs, and trying not to wake his daughter or her friend the night after they arrive.  Katie is listening to him, already thoroughly infatuated, and thinking about her plan.

She doesn’t wait long.  Before you know it, she’s up and getting ready to head downstairs.

I get up and realize how excited I am. I stand in front of the mirror in my silk pajama top and look at myself. My hair doesn’t look too bad, it’s tousled but in a sexy kind of way. My breasts are pushing against the fabric; with it buttoned up you can only see the cleavage. I decide to unbutton all but one button. I look at the reflection and grin, perfect. I move around a bit, turn from side to side. Now they are more visible but not falling out. From either side you can see the gentle curves, the roundness and weight of them, but not the nipple. From the front you can see the inside of the curves, the pertness. I turn and look at myself over my shoulder. It’s a long pajama top, comes down to the top of my thighs. It’s my favorite thing to sleep in. If I sit down, it’s going to be a show. I pull it up a bit and look at the little boy shorts underwear I have on. It’s black lace and only covers half my ass cheeks. Satisfied with the overall look, I drop the top back down and head toward the bedroom door.

Katie’s stories are always interesting that way.  They don’t have a lot of back story.  Katie wants, she desires, she’s devours the men she finds attractive.  It seems to be all she thinks about.  She’s obsessed with older men, men in their fifties, strong men who take care of themselves.  I often wonder if we will ever find out what her life is all about.  So far, it’s all just snippets and little pieces of stories – in this story we learn that she doesn’t really talk to her family, that she’s glad to be away at college.  So far, she seems to do one thing well and that is bring her and her chosen partner (she is always the pursuer, the temptress, never the pursued) to climax.

I move my hips in his grip and slide my muff along the length of his shaft. He moans. I lift my arms above my head, stretch my body and arch against him. He feels so good, his stiffness against me, his strong hands on my waist, his warm breath. I look at him and he is taking it all in, soaking in the view of my tender body. I grin and bite my lower lip as I slide off his legs and down to the floor. His eyes get wide. He looks like he can’t believe what’s about to happen, like it’s too good to be true. I flip my hair back over my head doing my best to look sexy, like a hot little vixen. I lick my lips and stare at it, the hot thick rod between his legs. I wrap my left hand around the base of it and point it at my face. I gently squeeze and tug on it until a little more of the clear liquid appears. I move my head toward it and watch him hold his breath in anticipation. I open my mouth, look up at him and grin before I lick the tip of his cock. He tastes salty. I lick him again, this time I running my tongue along his girth. I start at the base, above where my fingers are wrapped around him, and drag my tongue to the top. He moans and thrusts his hips. It feels so good to watch him enjoy it. I do it again before opening my mouth and slipping him between my lips.

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Sex Stories – Max and Katie Meet Tom

Max and Katie Meet Tom

Sex Stories - Max and Katie Meet Tom

As most of you probably know, Max and Katie are two of my favorite characters.  They are college roommates in my little fantasy world and they show up in more than a couple stories.  They are young, pretty, and sexually adventurous – all qualities that make them fun to write.  In this one I used a 3rd person narrator because I wanted the reader to get the entire scene, see it from all angles, and watch both girls take each other apart.

This is Katie’s first time with a dildo, Tom who actually belongs to Max.  And it’s Max’s first time with another woman.  It’s a pretty hot story, there isn’t much setup; it just jumps right into the action.  I thought a lot about my first experience with another woman, the way it felt to be kissed and touched; the way it felt like I was breaking some forbidden law of nature even though I knew I wasn’t.  It’s different the way a woman touches another woman, very different from the way a man does.  I tried to capture that difference in the story.  Here’s a little tidbit somewhere around the middle of the story.

Max watched as Katie’s body started to react to the multi-directional gyrations deep inside her love canal.  She turned him up a click and held on as Tom worked his magic in her wet darkness.  She thought back on all the times she had spread her legs for him.  The times she would sit and slide him into her doggie style while he gyrated, burrowing into her, finding that spot that put lightning behind her eyes and made her muscles quiver.  She held on as Katie fucked herself gently and remembered how big it felt the first time, the way it stretched her dripping hole, filled her tighter than any man had ever done.

Like I said, the story doesn’t really cut any corners, it’s an in your face erotic sex story that leaves both characters (and hopefully the reader) breathing hard and sweating.  If you are interested in reading it, just click on the link at the top of the post.  Feel free to post comments on Amazon, drop me an email, Tweet me, or find me on Facebook – all the usual ways.  I am anxious to hear what you think.


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