You confessed, way to go! And if YOU haven’t yet then bring on!
Everybody’s Favorite Erotic Author….
You confessed, way to go! And if YOU haven’t yet then bring on!
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Reading your stories has warmed my heart.
Stories of self-love, rekindled marriages and seχ lives, daring nights out, changes taken, overcoming failures and seχ in public places. And these are only just a few of the stories I got from you, the readers of my weekly newsletter. It warms me inside with the belief we all share a communal spirit. I long for a private space we can all share, ideas anyone?
Seχ in public places. What defines it?
I’ve stayed in a beach hut resort where my neighbors were very noisy having seχ, and I think it was deliberate too! It certainly had an effect on my partner and me at the time. We weren’t the only ones who heard or could be heard. The effect certainly spread and caught on! But was it seχ in public?
Having seχ in a car, yes maybe? Having seχ on a car, yes definitely (thanks, J 🙂 On an empty train, yes or no? On a train packed with people while standing up and with no one knowing, who knows? What stories do you have and what do you define as ‘seχ in public’? Do you have a story to tell, personal or otherwise?
Let’s not to forget one of my favorites, seχ live on stage! And as you may have read in my earlier newsletters, I’ve seen this from both sides. Look it up, you know how!
Sitting within an arms distance from an unknown couple having seχ right in front of you is entirely different from perching on my own bed watching the same from my lovers. Holding back in both cases has its thrills though.
Of course, if there’s a price of admission to such things, then it’s not public seχ!
Once I was invited to a public exhibition where a couple had seχ on a bed, in the middle of a room, as people walked through the exhibit rooms. I’m not talking simulated seχ here but the real thing. At the time, it was so shocking, that highlights from the event were shown the TV news headlines!
I was in my early twenties then, and it was like someone had made this event purely to show me I was normal. I felt liberated.
Any inhibitions I’d had up to that moment — and there weren’t too many — were gone. I let myself be seduced by the much older co-creator of the event. My girlfriend and I went home with her and took turns in the bed with this infamous lesbian.
When watching a staged seχ show, I get tunnel vision. It’s like I am the only one in the audience, much like when I am at home. So, I can get little disorientated on an external level and also have a compulsion to do more (a subject matter for another time).
Seχ in public can be addictive, like watching a live seχ show (well, to me that is). And whether it is having my bottom reddened, or being in bed with multiple partners, I go into that same inner state. I have a laser-like state of mind.
Every little moment, from facial expressions to the colors and texture of skin, and the interpersonal relationship traits people share. At that moment I see it all. My therapist is fascinated by my recall of events when I’m relaxing on her couch. I’m lucky to have people around me who know me well enough to keep me anchored when I go inward like this.
Love. Love anchors me.
The statement may seem out of place in the context of this subject of extreme seχ. However, it’s not, love is, and always will be, my strongest emotional connection. Everything else seems like background noise in comparison. Love and seχ of all kinds are synonymous to me.
WTF I hear?
Yes, I fall in love a lot, and you may already know I love romance too. I can’t help it!
I have feelings for all my lovers, and it defines my actions. I surf a fine line between complete freedom to explore and the company I keep. Although it may seem as though I have no conscience when it comes to seχ, I do have limits. My experiences have given me an instinct, one I trust to steer me right, and it works. Yeah, so I piss people off in general, but not those who are closest to me.
Sorry, I do have a tendency to waffle on, you probably want to read more seχ stories.
But first, talking of love, Hugo is out of touch at the moment, he volunteered for a three-month tour of the Middle East for a better posting later in the year. Short term pain and long term gain, or so he tells me. Only speaking once a week is not great. I had to agree in the end when he pulled rank on me. I’ll be in command when he gets back to the bedroom, so he should watch out!
He’s been in contact with Freddie in New York too. He and Kevin are coming over in less than two weeks, a little earlier than planned, but it will be good to have two of my favorite men in the house again — orders from Major Hugo.
Freddie and Kevin have been keeping me entertained via video chat, and my friend Bo was treated to a little show too, and as predicted, cannot wait for them to be here. Hence the earlier arrival, which my sister Geneva has plenty to do with too. She and Bo are conspiring to take over my seχ life. Would you believe it?
The effect of Hugo on me is plain for everyone to see, he has inspired me to be better, and with that in mind, I have moved on with a project that has been building over the last year.
My ‘Confessions of an Erotic Author’ book has become rather large! So much so, I had to take a step back for few days and ask myself where it was going? So, I’ve decided, it’s either going to be three books or drip fed in 20 – 30 short episodes.
I took some advice, which is not a usual thing for me. Generally, I jump in and make adjustments. Not this time though. And I apologize to my readers who have been asking when the bl**dy book will be coming out! The delays will be short lived.
So, I spoke with a friend who has connections in a slightly different industry and was told to leave the idea with them for a week or two. This wasn’t good for my decision process, but she was doing me a personal favor on a professional subject. I kept writing and compiling more content.
A few days later, I received an over-excited phone call which gave me a different answer to the one I wanted, making me slightly less enthusiastic. My friend ran my book concept past a television executive friend of hers, and she loved the idea. She then ran it by her team, who now want to explore the prospect further. Only I don’t see it.
I want an opinion about how I can break the stories up. The transfer from the written page where you hear from me in a deeper point of view to the small screen doesn’t work. It might, but I am left with more questions than the single answer I was looking for.
These are going to be my personal thoughts, and I want to keep it a little more exclusive. TV exposure will out me to the world, and I am not sure I want it. Yes, I’m bold in bed and don’t mind talking about it to a select few, but do I want this to reach my mother and her friends? F%ck No. She would die, and my life would change for the worse.
So, I was given the option, explore the TV idea or self-publish. I gave my answer and put the phone down. I left the house with my sister, and we went out for the evening with my friend Bo, over to Cannes. We had work to do, and I could do with the distraction. I convinced Bo we should do a spot check on one or two clubs that we had been to previously. She grinned then winked at me, was I really that transparent?
Her name was Juliet, and she was a little firecracker who I’d met a few weeks earlier when we watched a rehearsal for a live seχ show. So now I’d got my fix of live seχ and made arrangements for Juliet and I to go home together.
We had met a couple of times for coffee already just so we could get to know each other. My sister calls it the interview, but then that sounds too clinical to me. I don’t consider having a crush on someone clinical, my sister has so much to learn!
My sister and Bo had made other plans for the remainder of the night. I wasn’t interested in the details, but preferred to hear what happened the next day, over lunch where I could take notes.
This left Juliet and I to head off home alone. We both had that first-time buzz going on in the back of the taxi home — a thirty-minute drive. She sat on my lap, and I tried to keep us out of the driver’s rear view mirror. In the end, I offered him double the fare if he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the road. Needless to say, he jumped at my proposition.
When we final got home — both near naked as I shoved her through the terrace doors — the bl**dy phone was ringing. I had to listen just in case it was Geneva in trouble. It wasn’t, it was my friend from earlier begging me to take the call.
I ignored it and pulled Juliet towards the bedroom, but she stopped me. I’d already relayed the story to her and being an assistant to someone in the entertainment business she reminded me that opportunity was knocking. I agreed, then disagreed. The phone stopped ringing, but my answer machine kicked in – she left a message.
Juliet took a stool at the kitchen counter and crossed her arms with a look that said ‘deal with that first, or you’re not getting this’ in her French mime.
After replaying her five previous messages, I returned the call knowing it was going to spoil the mood. I was stuck in the middle of wanting Juliet and not wanting to make a decision on someone else’s terms. I’d told them no earlier, and apparently, they weren’t going to take no for an answer and had all sorts of compromises to offer.
The solid advice was to not publish and go straight to TV, but to also take a percentage deal on the show. A deal I knew well. But I still didn’t want it. This book was going to be an all-in, no-holds-barred tale of what life can be like if you throw off the shackles of conformity, and it wouldn’t be the same on TV. Any idea that goes to TV or film gets diluted several times over until the heart and soul of the story no longer exists.
In the end, I compromised, but with one exception, that I would tell my story in a format of my choosing. It would not be self-published on Kindle, PDF or as an ePub document. And I could allow my readers to view it on a secure password-protected website, in just the same way it would be read on an electronic device. I would be able to give access to whoever I wanted, but I would not let anyone download a copy. So, now I have 30 days to decide whether to accept those terms or not.
My name will only be associated with the online version and not as a contributor to the television series if it, in fact, makes it that far. And this is half the problem. I sign over the option to the producers, and it might not go any further, leaving my work in no man’s land, hence the compromise. To add to this, there is no guarantee the idea won’t be stolen and the idea written by someone else.
I put the phone down with a sigh. Juliet, bless her, was now ready for me and told me we could speak more about it in the morning, that was if I wanted her to stay overnight?
I led her by the hand to my bedroom and took out a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and slapped them on her. She’d told me earlier she had two days off work and that suited me fine. Juliet would make a lovely distraction, taking me inward to the place I love the most when I share myself with someone I like.
The next morning I heard Geneva arrive as the sun poked its head over the horizon. She would surface again around lunchtime, so I left her asleep. When Juliet woke, she and I lazed about and talked for a few hours before I drove her home. She was going to join me again that afternoon for a swim and few hours in the sun. She was growing on me and was going to be a good friend and lover.
Once I’d driven her home and come back, I had some time to myself. I pondered the compromise I made late last night which left me in a somewhat melancholy mood. Two cups of coffee later, I’d made up my mind and how to deliver my story to the people who would value it the most, the readers of The Weekly Scarlett Newsletter no less. It would be exclusive to them only, and that was what mattered most.
So, watch this space, we have love, dirty seχ, naughtiness and romance coming your way. I will start teasing you very soon and begin delivering the stories which were previously half told, leaving you hanging! Now you will have it all, no-holds-barred, but be warned, it could offend some. So, please use your judgment when it comes to deciding whether you should read the stories or not.
For now, and as I know some of you like it hot and others a little more wholesome, I have two special giveaways for you.
My very good friend and naughty novelist Kat Crimson has put our books together on her spectacular website to present some of our finest works for this free book giveaway. The Erotic Romance and Menage Romance promotion as the name states, it offers you 40 different books from 38 separate authors to download and read to your heart’s content.
Next, below that, we have our Sweet Romance BookFunnel Bundle Promotion with just over a dozen great reads for you to download and enjoy! Yes, they’re free!
Have fun with these great books, and I will catch up with you next week with more news on how you can gain access to my confessions. But also how the preparations are going for the Cannes Film Festival after parties! You don’t want to miss it.
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