Tuesday Tale

My Muse suggested I write a story, in parts, each week on my blog. What a super idea! So, Tuesday will be Tale day.

It's an interactive story, so public comment decides where it goes next (majority rules).

It won't be super polished and brilliant - but a raw story. Every Monday night I'll tally the comments and write the next part of the story, which will be posted in Tuesday. Hope you enjoy!

Here's Tuesday Tale 1, Part 1:

The first woman stood before me, left foot in front of her body, hip jutting forwards, shoulders thrown back making her full breasts stand proudly. Her nipples were tight and pink, crowning pale cream flesh dusted with glitter. Auburn curls fell to her waist but they were held back from her face with a wide blue band, as blue as her eyes. Lean strong legs erupted from bright blue stilettos joining at her hips with flesh like alabaster. Naked, alabaster. Labia were drawn long by the golden ring piercing her flesh, fine chains running to her slim ankle cuffs. She was magnificent.

A bell rang and she prowled from the room. Leonine. The only word that comes close to describing her majesty, beauty and poise.

I didn’t need to see any other girls but the next walked in before I could leave. She rooted me to the spot. Petite, pale, pixie. Her hair was short and blonde, so short it must have been shorn recently. Her eyes were pale, grey or blue, I wasn’t sure as her eyes were downcast once she’d walked in and turned to face the viewing window. Her body was naked, palest pink. Her oiled body had been shaved recently too. Her mons glistened in the harsh fluorescent lights. As the other girl was fiery and alive, this girl was a mouse, a submissive. I would bet my life she wants to be huddled in the corner not on display. With her head lowered, I couldn’t see the delightful blush on her cheeks but I knew it was there, her neck was awash with colour. How wonderful would her flesh look after the lick of a lash?

The bell rang and mouse scurried for darkness.

What a choice - a mouse or a lion?

I’d come to the slave market to buy my wife a toy, her reward for pleasing me. An extravagant birthday gift, I know, but one I could afford to bestow. Buying two gifts was unacceptable. Should I buy the lion, for my pleasure so we could both dominate my wife? Of course, my wife would enjoy every moment of being slave to two.

But would she enjoy the mouse more? Would she enjoy having a slave of her own? I could see her instructing her slave girl to pleasure her, or to please me. I could imagine them both working together at my command.

A mouse or a lion… how to decide?

50 shades...

I'm a bit lost as to what the answer is for the phenomenal success of 50 Shades. I'm going to stick with my theory of the fan-fic beginning, because my other theory terrifies me!

One of my friends said, "... the first chapter kept me reading - how many award-winning books have I struggled to read through the first chapter? This one was easy to get into..."

And I didn't get it. The first chapter didn't hook me in. It did quite the opposite. It was like reading my first drafts and tearing my hair out because I don't say the same thing once or twice but about fifteen times. And that was the first chapter - everything I've been schooling myself out of.

50 Shades is written in 1st person present tense. The exact thing I have been told so many times won't sell. So that's good. I have a HUGE book to say - well, that did. I haven't had that before. I've questioned my decision to write this way, so many times, but now I have someone else doing this, mega-successfully.

So, I've come up with no reason why this has become so huge. My friend was hoping I would. She was looking forward to me buying a European house and having her there for holidays! LOL.

I look forward to what this book does for the erotic genre, and for authors (and would-be authors) writing in 1st person, present tense!

50 shades

So much has been written about this book and how it's opening up the erotic genre - or not. It's popularity is undeniable... so I decided I had to buy it to dissect it and try to work out why.

Before I start, my thoughts were that the fan-fic beginning was what made this popular - word of mouth sent it sky rocketing before it was published in paper. And we know how popular Twilight is. So I thought it tagged on to that craziness.

But maybe there's more...

ordinary things

Usually I create a story by taking something ordinary and twisting it around and around. So I often take an ordinary event in my life, then twist and turn it, add excitement, sex, a myriad of emotions, and events that didn't happen and voila, a story.

The scary thing is when people know me. They know I did that thing (e.g. went to the Daintree). Because they know I did that, then they assume all the rest is factual too. *sigh* If only!

I didn't think this bothered me until Pain Surfer was published. Just a short story, but next time I was at the beach watching the kids surfing (we mostly have kids surfing here) I felt a little creepy. What if someone knew I wrote that story, would they assume I was having wicked thoughts about kids? That kind of worries me. But if I wrote murder mysteries, and set them in places I'd lived, would people assume I was a killer?

I have to get over this.

But... I was at the butcher's the other day. Butcher's shops are such male dominated, raw environments, which had me thinking... what if I set a story at a butcher's shop? And then I walked away with my steak under my arm and reality hit me. Could I ever shop at the butcher's again without blushing? Could I ever ask for sausages without hearing the double entendre?

Using ordinary things, ordinary places, and events in my life, might make writing the story more interesting, but can I live with the questions people will ask and the innuendo? Will I be able to walk into the butcher's without a huge smile on my face? Does it matter if I'm having fun?