Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy

For AT. 


I didn't know what happiness was until I tripped over you that night. Did it qualify as the end of a long, long night or the very crack of dawn in the next day? All I know is your laughter split open the sky and I fell into your arms like I’d fall into bed. And then, well, we fell into bed.
Over and over.
And rolled around in there and came up smiling, it seemed, every time. Now I’m here, naked, waiting for you to come home and join me in bed. You make my whole heart sing, babe.

Okay, maybe it's a bit scrappy. But it's a sincere 100. Happy New Year to all of us. xxx

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dirty pink fingernails

no longer required: a new interview up at Erotica For All.

Thanks for having me, Lucy!

(Pic is of my beautiful '69 Valentino typewriter)

Pause #2

... it's midwinter, I've got some horrible lurgy, and - I don't feel like I've run out of things to say about condoms yet!

So, I'm going to go quiet for a week or so, come back in the new year and extend my vague competition to the end of January. There are lots of interesting links and things in the comments that I'll pull out for an airing (hope that's okay, those who've shared) and more flashes to come.

Happy New Year, everyone, and I hope that 2011 brings peace, love and joy to you all. xxx

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A pause in the rubber parade for ...

Some lovely news!

Here's the fabulous guest list for Alison Tyler's next Spice anthology 'With this Ring, I Thee Bed', out in April 2011. Hooray!

Now or Forever by Nikki Magennis
Racing to the Altar by Sommer Marsden
Forever Hold Your Peace by I.K Velasco
A Lucky Wedding by Thomas S. Roche
Something Old, Something New by Sophia Valenti
Kiss the Bride by Lana Fox
One Last Time by Saskia Walker
Forsaking All Others by Janine Ashbless
Mother of the Bride by Cheyenne Blue
I Married a Gigolo by Jax Baynard
Strippers and Cigars by N.T. Morley
Something Blue by Shanna Germain
Speak Now by Heidi Champa
Wedding Crasher by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Blushing Bride by Bella Dean
Anniversary Waltz by Portia Da Costa
I Will by Erastes
A Vow for a Vow by P.S. Haven
Seven Year Itch by Kristina Lloyd
Rites of Passage by ADR Forte
Naked Nuptials by Alison Tyler
Love, Honor, and Obey by Rita Winchester
May the Best Man Win by Kate Pearce
Taking Vows by Kristina Wright
The Wedding Stoppers by Michael Hemmingson

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Do you take plastic?

I took the pill until I broke down. Greasy hair and the world through a glass, darkly. The last thing I wanted was sex. My friend tried the coil – cried with the pain, bled like a miscarriage. Another had hormones implanted under her skin, her periods ceased, she took years to revert to normality.

I tried counting. Guessing the danger zone. That ended in tears.

But a condom. Fits all cocks, takes on all comers. Pocket sized, portable. Suits all sexes, any slot.

If the man I love won’t wear one, he’s not the man I love. Pretty good indicator.



~ #3 in a series of flashes celebrating the condom

Practising Safe Sex

What are we practising for? The Fucking Olympics? Maybe Nirvana – perfecting our technique for the virgins we’ll meet in heaven. That harem of beautiful but coy types who’d rather close their eyes, get it over with.

‘You’re cute when you’re blushing, d’you know that? Just relax.’

It’s not always easy to be easy – there are so many facets to a good fuck. Including some things that aren’t easy to practise: a lover’s chemistry. And it may not be safe, no matter how strong our amulets. There’s always the risk of failing, of falling. In love, or out of it.


~ #2 in a series of flash pieces celebrating the condom

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Even in times of drought ...

They may still save your life!

Cleanliness by Craig Sorensen

Thanks to Craig for permission to post this lovely flash piece.



Cleanliness

            My hand rests on the overflowing trashcan.  A warm juicy rubber drapes over another, cold but very wet.
He could have tidied up the place.
His calloused finger starts at my tailbone, teases my pucker and I gasp, traces down into my wetness and paints my clit.  His cock resolves, stabs my hip.
His arm appears like a crane on the Manhattan skyline, dips toward the nightstand and retrieves a shrinking ribbon of foil pouches.  I swallow.
A sweet rip.
Unfurling latex crackles.
“Again?” I whisper.
“Again.”
I spread my legs and jack up my hips.
Cleanliness is overrated.



Monday, December 20, 2010

Conscientious condoms

I was wondering about the impact of condoms. These are carbon neutral, fair trade and ultra thin!

"The Southern Indian rubber used in the manufacture of these high quality condoms has been sourced under fair trade conditions; ensuring a fair deal for our producers and the environment."

Semaphore

If it’s tucked in your back pocket, or slipped quietly into the overnight bag, I know exactly what’s on your  mind. If you toss a pack quietly into the basket as we walk round the supermarket, my heart beats faster. By the time we get to the freezer section I’m burning up.

You leave a trail for me, through the maze of laundry baskets and obligation and forgetfulness, a series of little silver flags. Square winks. Glittery parcels. Messages in foil envelopes.
I’ll write back in sign language: my three wishes: a hot fuck, a heartfelt kiss, our good health. 


 ~ #1 so far in a series of works in honour of the condom.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Rubber-dub-dub

I have a 12 month old baby on my lap right now bashing me with the sharp corner of my favourite Mazzy Star CD - what better time to set a contest in celebration of our favourite stretchy superhero, the condom?

Ahem.

Actually, this comp is in honour of recent encouraging news about the fight to find HIV treatments. It's great to hear about possible hope.

But I read this article and what struck me was a comment left by someone: 'Eroticise the condom'.

Well, I may not be able to do much, but that's something within my sphere of possible!

So, for the chance to win a signed copy of the fabulous Vampire erotica anthology 'The Sweetest Kiss', post your used condoms to me at - no, wait, that was a joke. Really.

Enter either with a short flash bit of fiction (up to 100 words) about how acquiring, wearing and sharing condoms is sexxxy, or a thought about what makes those little scraps of rubbery stuff so fucking wonderful. (Fucking wonderfully). Non-writers, don't feel left out! This contest is for everyone. Pop in and slip on your favourite brand of johnny, and show it off. I mean, let me know what kind it is.

Enter by midnight GMT, the end of the year. I'll pick a winner and post out this lovely book and maybe some lucky prophylactics, too.