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Today, I continued working on a new story that I have brewing. And I thought that I would share some of it. The premise is a sexy convention where characters from various erotic fiction stories all get together for a weekend of… Well, anything! In my head, it’s sexual debauchery. But then again, everything in my head is sexual debauchery.
This story (which is actually shaping up to be a novella or maybe even a shorter novel?), but it features all four of my main characters going to this convention and getting themselves into all kinds of sexy situations. But let’s be honest. Would you expect anything less from me?
You know what? Let me introduce the characters to you. For those that have yet to read any of my main works. And shame on you!
Anyway, here we go.
First up is Freya. She’s the central character. Slightly above average height. Red hair. Hazel eyes. Curvy, but still somewhat slim. Sex addict. Has been best friends with Cynthia and Katie for almost their entire lives.
What?
Oh. The “sex addict” part?
Yup. She’s a sex addict. Barely controlled, too. It builds right from the first chapter of my first “Freya’s Sexual Adventures” book and really explodes in the second one (aptly subtitled “Freya the Sex Addict” – as an author, I am not subtle!). Fucking, sucking cock, dick up the ass, handjobs, titjobs, guys, gals, group sex – it’s almost all she thinks about.
So, yeah. That’s Freya.
Cynthia is the epitome of big, bold, and beautiful. She’s like a curvier Marilyn Monroe. Her golden amber hair shines like the sun. Her smile lights up any room she enters. Her tits are gargantuan. And she has the mind of a pervert and the mouth of a sailor.
Basically, she’s a complete hoot. I’m going to include a quote from my new story that sums her up pretty well later on in the blog post.
Next up is Katie. She’s the sweetest little girl you could ever hope to meet. She’s honest, caring, sincere, and completely in love with Cynthia. Like head-over-heels in love with her. ALL she wants in life is to make Cynthia happy. But don’t worry, it goes both ways. Cynthia would never even imagine doing anything to hurt her adorable Katie (her “Katie-bear”).
The two of them may bicker and argue over EVERYTHING, but there is always pure love between them.
And Katie’s a real tiger in bed! Cynthia certainly has her hands full with cute Katie!
That leaves us with Alex. The left out man in this foursome. Well, with a sex-addicted wife and (spoiler alert) the mutual agreement to also have sex with either of Freya’s best friends (Oh, yeah! Things get wild in the second book!), he hardly feels left out. He’s quiet as well as quietly handsome, but strong and confident and can definitely hold his own with the two strong-willed ladies in his life.
Plus, he’s the one with the cock. That helps. Even with Katie’s beloved strap-on, both Freya and Cynthia agree that there’s no real substitute for a good hard dick.
So, that’s the gang. They are a fun bunch to write for and readers have told me that they are a fun bunch to read about.
A reader recently told me that they were his “hands-down favorite fictional characters out of all the erotica he’s read.”
If only he knew the people that my characters were based on…
Anyway, I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from my current work-in-progress. I have my file named “Sex Convention(need a good title).” Suggestions are welcome!
Let me set the scene. The four friends have just stepped into the doorway to the ballroom where the Convention Meet and Greet is being held. Here’s the excerpt:
“It’s amazing,” Cynthia gasped. But she wasn’t looking at the chandeliers or the tables or even the enormous buffet table against the far wall groaning under the weight of endless, and no doubt wholly fattening, hors d'oeuvres and snacks. She was trying to take in the endless array of scantily-clad women with tits on full display. The scantily-clad men with tight asses and broad chests. Women in luxurious gowns of every description, most of them hugging their every curve as they mingled and merged. Handsome men in tuxedos, Italian leather shoes, and expensive jewelry attentively conversing with each other. All Cynthia saw was a literally mouth-watering meat-market of potential sexual conquests.
Her reverie was interrupted by Katie. “Ew. Your hand is all sweaty.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s wet,” Cynthia replied, never taking her eyes off of the feast laid out before her.
“You’re disgusting!”
Still not taking her eyes off of the sexy masses – in fact, barely even blinking – Cynthia hissed, “Shut up, bitch. This is my weekend.”
Hmmm… I wonder where this is going to lead?
(Cliffhanger ending.)
Love,
Frey
Once again I got a private message yesterday from my publisher. He really can be a nag!
But in a good way. In a great way!!
(He’ll probably read this.)
He’s awesomely awesome and my life was incomplete until he entered it!!
[Publisher: I wish I could enter her!]
But seriously, I know that he’s just trying to help me promote my books on Bookapy, so I'll be indulgent toward him. I half-assed some work prep stuff to free up some time to blog today.
Blogging is so strange. When I write a story, it’s a world unto itself. I get to make all the characters, emotions, sex – everything exactly how I want to make it. And at the end of the story, it’s complete and it exists and it’s done.
A blog is me talking to… you? No one? Anyone?
It’s like a story just exists. A whole in and of itself. A blog is like a conversation between two people (you and I) but forced into a monologue (just me).
So, I guess I’ll just start babbling and we’ll see where this all goes.
And by the way, there ARE ways that you can talk to me. On any of the sites that you see my work, there are ways to contact me. I’d love to hear from you. Especially, if you give me some ideas on what to write about in my blog!!
Well, I write erotic fiction. That’s why you’re here, right? So, I’ll talk a little about one of my more surprising sections in my first full-length book, “Freya’s Sexual Adventures: Book 1 - The Beginning.” It’s what I like to call “the accidental anal” scene.
I can hear you thinking: “Accidental anal? How the hell does that happen? What, like you didn’t see a cock sticking up and you accidentally sat on it?”
Let me explain.
Sometimes a young lady likes to have her butthole played with. It can feel extremely erotic and dirty and taboo and exciting. And all of these things add up to make it quite a turn on for her. A finger is interesting, but the head of a cock is bigger and softer to the touch. Velvety, even. And even MORE taboo. Of course, a man’s dick getting all excited can produce some lubrication, so that’s a definite plus. It also frees up the guy’s hands to play with other parts of a woman’s body.
But how would one go from a little (not so) innocent anal play to full-blown ass fucking?
I’ll let this excerpt from my first book explain that for you:
Her arms were getting tired, so she dropped down onto her elbows which pushed her ass upwards and even more spread open.
Her orgasm was building.
She felt the familiar waves begin to radiate from her pussy outwards, reaching every part of her body. She held her breath and tensed for a split second, and then the release of her orgasm exploded inside her.
And an instant later it happened.
And it happened so quickly, that even after it was done, neither of them knew exactly how it had happened.
Maybe he lost his balance when she shifted her body?
Maybe she pushed back just as he was pushing forward?
Maybe as she orgasmed, her anal sphincter muscles loosened?
Maybe all three?
Maybe more?
However it happened, it happened.
One second he was rubbing his dick against her asshole, and the next second the entire fat head of his cock was lodged inside of her asshole.
They both immediately froze in utter panic at this new development.
“What are you doing?” she screamed.
He looked down to see her asshole stretched obscenely around his cock.
“What did you do?”
“I… I...” he stammered.
“I! I!” she mocked him, her face pushed against the blanket on the floor beneath them. “You shoved your dick in my ass!”
“No. I…” Alex faltered.
“No?” She challenged him. “You didn’t? Well, it’s in there.”
He was dumbfounded.
“Well, get it out!” she yelled.
He placed a hand on her right ass cheek and started to pull backwards.
“Ow!” She screamed. “Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! It hurts! Don’t move! Don’t move!”
Alex was leaning slightly forward in the act of trying to pull his dick out of her, and when she screamed and he froze, he was barely balanced. Now, as he teetered on his knees, trying not to move, he realized that he was losing that battle.
He panicked as ever so slightly, he started to tip forward. Alarmed, he watched his dick slip about a half-inch more into her ass. Thankfully, she was so busy muttering to herself that she didn’t seem to notice.
But when he tried to regain his balance, his dick pushed a good two inches into her.
“What the fuck!” she yelled. “Don’t move!”
“Sorry! Sorry! I don’t know what to do!” he yelled back.
“Neither do I! But stop moving!”
The two of them, completely motionless like a statue representation of a page out of “The Joy of Sex,” Freya gave a dry laugh.
“You know… After the initial shock – and pain – it definitely hurt like hell going in!” She panted, “Now that it’s there… In my ass…” She paused. “It actually kind of feels good.”
And, of course this only leads to more wild sex.
So, what did you think about this little scene? Thoughts? I’d love to hear them!
And if you’ve been so kind as to purchase one of my book downloads, please do me a HUGE favor and rate it and leave a comment on the Bookapy site. It would definitely make my day. And help keep my publisher off my back!! [Publisher: Fat chance of that!]
Thank you!!!
Love,
Frey
I opened a private message yesterday from my publisher.
“Blogs? :) Sorry, I'm not trying to be a pain in the ass, just a lil reminder.”
The little smiley emoji thing doesn’t make it any better.
I already did two blog posts in the last few days. How often do people blog? Is this a full-time job?
Ugh.
So I sat down to write a blog post.
And came up with nothing. I just stared at the stupid blinking cursor.
…blink…
…blink…
…blink…
…write…
…you…
…stupid…
…bitch…
I know! I’m just as shocked as you are! I have no idea where my laptop learned such filthy language.
Then I showed that thing who’s boss and closed the… lid? Top? Whatever it is, I closed it up.
But the next blog post kept gnawing at me like a rabid nutria. Have you ever seen one of those things? And people EAT them! But then again, people eat squid. People eat bull testicles. People eat lots of strange stuff.
Anyway, it kept gnawing at me.
And I don’t want to let my publisher down, so I opened up my foul-screen-text laptop and saw another private message from him. Probably to nag me about the blog thing again.
Nope!
It seems that my second full-length novel has become available for download.
Yay!
I’ll write about that.
Oh, wait. Another message.
Wow! My sales have doubled in the last two days! And NO, my sales didn’t go from 1 to 2, ya jerks! I’ve actually sold a small handful of books. I’m still quite a ways away from being able to retire on my porn book sales, but it’s a respectable start to my writing side career.
Of course, the sexy cover image probably helped the new book. And I sold a few more copies of previous titles. I don’t want to call books that have been available for less than seven days my “back catalog.” Not yet, at least.
So, “Freya’s Sexual Adventures - Book 2: Freya the Sex Addict” is available now.
With my first book, I was just kind of careening blindly into the unknown. I hadn’t read much erotic fiction and I had NEVER written any. But I have a pretty wild imagination, so… The first book came out pretty decent, I think.
But I always had a larger story arc in mind. To oversimplify, in the first book we meet the four characters, Freya and Alex’s love grows, Cynthia and Katie’s love grows, and that book ends where Freya and Alex get married and the four buy a two-family house together.
I wonder what could happen with four sexy young adults living together? Oh, and the main character, Freya (of course!), has a growing sex addiction that they all need to deal with. Sexy shenanigans on the horizon? For sure!
And this second novel (that still sounds so weird – I wrote a novel! Well, two!!), but the second novel is even LONGER than my first. But all the crazy sexual addiction stories needed all of those extra words!!
At over 100K words, my calculator says that works out to… a mere… “4.97299236610E-5”... uh... something… um… “millicents”(?) per word. I don't know what that strange number means, but I think it broke my calculator!!
Okay. I just did an internet search for “E-5” and it tells me that it’s something 10 to the power of -5. Or something. I don’t think that I’m very good with math stuff.
So, (perhaps?) my latest book costs you only $0.000049729923661 USD per word.
Let’s go with that.
What a bargain!!!
I don’t know what else to write and my dog is looking at me like he really needs to pee.
When I think of something more interesting than math to discuss, I’ll post another blog thingie.
Have a wonderful day!!
I got my first blog response!! Yay!!! And it wasn't "show us your tits!" Double yay!!!
Briowink asked, “Hi Author Freya, other than erotica (or smut), what do you enjoy reading? Favorite books, genres, or authors? Thanks!”
Thank you for the great question, Briowink, but first, I want to muse on the screen name, Briowink.
As I say it in my head, I am subdividing it into two parts, “brio” and “wink.” Brio means “vigor or vivacity of style or performance.” And no, I didn’t know that off the top of my head. But the internet has all the answers to everything. And “wink,” well, that’s a wink.
So, Briowink is a healthy (vigor), attractively lively (vivacious), and stylish winker.
Interesting.
Of course, one could subdivide that screen name up differently. Like “Bri” as short for Brian, “ow” as in the exclamation used to express sudden pain, and “ink” meaning the slang term for a tattoo. So, maybe Brian is expressing the pain he experienced while getting a recent tattoo?
Also, interesting. Maybe even more interesting than the stylish winker.
But I digress.
Other than smut, what do I enjoy reading?
Well, I rarely read any erotica. I write it. If I have the time to read, then I have the time to write. Also, I don’t want another author’s ideas to infiltrate mine. I don’t actively avoid reading any, but it’s just not something that I do as a hobby.
But I do read!
The back of breakfast cereal boxes.
How I can save hundreds on car insurance.
The riot act.
I love to read that one.
But seriously, folks…
Lately, I’ve been very interested in biographies and autobiographies. I go to thrift stores or used bookstores and just scan the biography section and see what jumps out at me.
I recently read a VERY wacky one written by Jim Carrey and Dana Vachon called “Memoirs and Misinformation.” It is a completely wacky and crazy fictional story that draws into it such wild elements as a hooker who cosplays as Marilyn Monroe, a devastating forest fire, Charlie Chaplin’s cane, aliens, dinosaur bones, a ton of celebrities doing nutty stuff… It’s completely bonkers. And it’s no wonder that I liked it.
I am currently reading the autobiography of Anthony Kiedis, the singer/songwriter in the Red Hot Chili Peppers rock band. It’s interesting, but mostly in an almost repellent way. The book is well-written and is holding my interest (so far!), but there’s an awful lot of casual drug use and it really paints a picture of Mr. Kiedis as… maybe just a not very good person? I don’t know. The jury’s still out on whether I’ll finish the book or just abandon it.
Along those lines, a book that I read that I did like a lot was “Me” by Elton John. Of course it contained plenty of interesting stories, but one thing that I respected about the book (as well as Sir Elton Hercules John – and how can you NOT love someone who legally changed his name to include Hercules??) was that he painted his copious drug use as bad. He owned all of his poor choices right from the start.
I know that my views on this are biased, but my blog, my views!
What are some books that you all like to read?
Any recommendations for me?
Love, Frey
Hey! So… I’ve never blogged before. Heck, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to put in a blog!! My publisher told me that I can blog about a particular story or just anything at all. He either doesn’t know me that well or he figures that a completely cute and crazy trainwreck would be good marketing. Whichever it is, you can blame him for your blogging experience with me.
Welcome to my sexy insanity!
But before the lunacy, I’ll give you a little background so you can get to know me better. Of course, the best way to do that is through my stories. And no, that’s not a plug. In fact, I’m not going to shamelessly hock my work here. No one wants that!
My publisher will be pissed about that.
Okay. To keep him happy, here it is:
BUY MY BOOKS
RATE THEM HIGHLY
SHARE LINKS TO MY WORK
Great.
Now back to why you’re here.
A while ago, I read a news article about a woman who was making a ton of money selling sexy pictures online. An absolute TON of money. And I wanted in! But no one’s going to buy sexy pictures of me, I said. Besides, I’m WAY too shy for that.
What to do… what to do…
Lightbulb!!!
I have a wild and sexy imagination and I can write in coherent sentences!
Bingo!!!!
After a little internet research, it seems that people can sell sexy stories online. Well, what do you know? Maybe I can sell sexy stories online?
And a little over a year later, here we are! Neat, huh?
So, now you’re all caught up.
(Dead air)
(Drumming fingers on the tabletop)
Well, I guess a good use of this blog would be to interact with YOU. So, what should I talk about? What do you want to know? And I know where some of your minds are going! Naughty, naughty! Let’s keep this professional, shall we?
Oh, wait. The phones are lighting up!
“Hello. Welcome to… (crap, I didn’t think of a good name… and I’m terrible under pressure…) Welcome to Sexy Freya’s Sexy… Talk Show… (oh, that sucked). What would you like me to talk about?”
“Hey, Frey! First time caller, long time reader. Uh, I was wondering about the infamous hippo story you wrote. Can you tell us a little bit about that?”
“Oh, boy! The hippo story… Sure. Thank you for calling.”
“I love you!”
“That’s sweet. Thanks. Bye-bye.”
Oh… the hippo story. I joined the WRIST website and they have a monthly story contest. The first month I was there, the contest was about your best/worst date. So, my demented brain came up with a story about a woman that works as a “gloryhole gal.” I don’t even know if that’s an actual profession? Anyway, she falls in love with one of her regulars. Then I reread the rules. Well, this isn’t MY date. So, I disqualified myself and just published it. As it turns out, you’re allowed to make stuff up. But I didn’t know.
So, the second month, I wrote two stories for the contest. I’m happy to say that one of them won first place! My first entry in my first contest! My second entry was the hippo story. It was good enough to come in third place (missed second place by a single vote!). But it did cause quite a bit of chatter on the site.
The theme for that month was nudity. Well, that, of course, works in pretty well with sexy stories. My first-place story was sexy. Very sexy. The hippo? Hippos just aren’t sexy.
Another member had posted a picture of a giant hippo chasing a fat, bald, naked man and people commented that that was a story that they would want to read. I aim to please, so I wrote that story.
It was a story about a poor man on a safari who was “tricked” into stripping down and he then finds himself face-to-face with a murderous hippopotamus. And hilarity ensues.
The issue was that – hang on. I’m going to unplug this phone. I hate to be interrupted while I’m talking!
Alright. So, the issue was that I wrote it from the standpoint of the fat, bald, naked man. This threw people who were trying to figure out who wrote it (including a friend of mine who figured out that I wrote the sexy one, but thought that the hippo story was definitely not me). In fact, people thought that the girl who posted the photo was the author.
Looking back, that may have actually helped me as she is a very well-respected author and member of that site.
During the course of the contest, the hippo story got a lot of comments. People found it funny, silly, crazy, LOL, someone commented “Is the obituary the follow-up story?” Blah, blah, blah.
Sadly, I think the lack of sexiness hurt my contest chances. I can’t help but think if only I had had the hippo mount the poor man, maybe I would have won first and second place.
It’s too late now.
Whoops. My producer is banging on the window with a handwritten sign. “Plug the damn phone back in!!!!” Well, the extra exclamation points seem excessive, but fine.
Ooo. That’s a lot of calls.
“Hello, you’re on the air.”
“Freya! Huge fan! Love your stories!”
“Aww. Thank you. What’s your question?”
“I love Cynthia and Katie and my favorite story of yours is the one where they go to the malls and round up all of the Santas for Cynthia to fuck.”
“Yeah. That one’s a big fan favorite. It’s actually my second highest-rated story and my second most-read story – only beat out in that category by the very first short story that I ever published.”
“The First Blowjob.”
“Ah! You did your homework!”
“Just a big fan. I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you!”
“Thank you. It’s great talking to you! So, what’s your question?”
“Well, we know that Cynthia had a bit of a troubled childhood, though we’re not exactly sure what that’s all about.”
“Let me interrupt you for a sec. As I’m sure you know, I try to write very realistically and try to create very realistic characters. As a side effect of that – kind of a necessary evil – is that sometimes things go unwritten and unknown. In real life, there are things that you just don’t know. There are things that never get resolved. There’s a writing theory called Chekhov's Gun that states everything in a story must have significance and anything irrelevant must be removed. That’s not how it is in real life. You may know someone who loves parrots, but you may never know why. You just accept that they love parrots. Sorry. Go on.”
“Well, my question was whether or not we were ever going to find out what happened to her. But you just answered that.”
“Oh! Well, then do you have a bonus question?”
“Ummm… Yeah. So, is Cynthia bi?”
“Ha! No. Not at all. She’s complex. But, no, she loves Katie. 100 percent.”
“Not to seem argumentative –”
“Please! Argue!”
“Okay. I just don’t want to be disrespectful.”
“I don’t want you to be disrespectful to me, either. But I’m giving you permission to argue.”
“Not really an argument, but Cynthia had no history of lesbianism before Katie came out to her and we all know how much Cynthia likes… a man’s… genitalia.”
“You can say a naughty word.”
“Cock. Wow. I can’t believe that I just said ‘cock’ to Freya Gersemi.”
“Alright. Settle down. I’m just a girl that writes sexy stories.”
“Sorry. I’m just such a –”
“Big fan. Yes. Thank you. Continue.”
“So, she has no history of liking girls, and she certainly likes guys, but she’s engaged to Katie. I have to admit, I don’t quite get it. What’s up with Cynthia?”
“Like I said, she’s complex. She may seem like the happy-go-lucky wise-cracking busty vixen that she is, but there’s a lot more going on. But that may be a story for another time. Right now, I guess I’ll set the record straight on her sexuality. Here’s how I see Cynthia. She is absolutely in love with Katie. And it has very little to do with the fact that Katie is also a girl. So, I guess, Cynthia is a lesbian kind of by default. She likes having sex with guys. She likes having sex with women. She likes having sex by herself! She just likes having sex! But she’s in love with Katie. Katie is her entire world. And Cynthia is Katie’s entire world. Amidst all the extra-curricular sexual shenanigans – and despite how much they fight and argue – theirs is the purest love of any character that I’ve ever written. Their love is completely unshakable.”
“Wow! Thank you, Freya! You’re an amazing author!”
“Aw, shucks.”
“No, I mean, the depth of character, the reality, the humanity that you bring to the written page –”
“I’m going to stop you right there. This is starting to sound like ad copy for my stories. I don’t want this to just turn into a self-serving promotional thing. But thank you for your kind words.”
“Oh, and one more thing?”
“Make it quick.”
“Baba-booey!” (click)
Okay. I don’t know what that’s about. But anyway, that’s all the time we have for today. I hope you enjoyed your little peek into the wacky mind of me.
I’ve been told that there’s a way readers can contact me through the SOL website. I’m hopelessly hopeless with anything tech, so if you can figure it out, I’d love to hear from you.
Of course, keep it respectful, please.
Let me know if there’s anything that you want me to talk about on this blog. I have limited time, so I can’t promise that I’ll get to every message or answer every question, but I’ll do my best.
Thanks for bearing with me this far!
Love, Frey
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