Guest Blog: Blak Rayne

by | Sep 11, 2012 | | 1 Comment

The Best OVA

First, I’d like to thank Lucy for having me at her blog today! Thanks so much!

This article is dedicated strictly to OVAs, and graphic novels, which are another forever-growing part of the Japanese anime/manga industry. There isn’t anything new about OVAs, or graphic novels, both have been around for decades. OVA means ‘original video animation’ (not the plural for ovum), it is an animated movie released as ‘direct-to-video’, which translates the movie hasn’t had prior theatrical or TV viewings. A graphic novel is a narrative work where the story is presented to the reader through art in either an experimental design or a traditional comic format. These novels have plots that range from romantic to action and every genre in between. I like to call the GN a fancy-shmansy comic book. LOL It’s like taking LOTR, and cutting all the description out, add basic dialogue then pump the images up on steroids. Yeah that works!

My awakening happened in 1998. I was surfing through the Internet on a friend’s computer (because I didn’t have one of my own) when I happened to come across these unbelievable Japanese anime pictures. I’ve been into anime since childhood, and I’d seen some Yaoi images, but nothing quite like Ai no

Kusabi. It was love at first sight. The story and characters were amazing, and I was instantly hooked. This was the very first yaoi OVA that I watched. After downloading every picture I could find, I took an interest in writing yaoi-based novels, which was a departure from my usual fantasy, sci-fi, and fiction writing.

As an artist myself, I find Japanese anime/manga to be unique, beautiful, and unparalleled in the animation world. To this day Ai no Kusabi remains my favourite yaoi. Iason Mink and Riki are gorgeous. In my opinion the art work in the original OVA is the best and the new OVA (released in 2009) doesn’t quite do the characters justice.

Written by Rieko Yoshihara, Ai no Kusabi, which has several English translations, ‘Wedge of Interval’ or ‘Love’s Wedge’ is a sci-fi drama. The central characters are Iason Mink (seme/blond) and Riki (uke/dark). These two men meet by fate, and Iason, though considered above the slum dog, Riki, ends up falling for the young man. Of course, the sex is borderline abusive in the beginning, but that soon fades. These two men have quite the history together as you discover later, and their relationship seems to be in constant peril spanning a long period of time. Soon as they reach some type of understanding, and Riki begins to accept the love that he holds for Iason, someone tries to destroy their relationship. If you’re looking for humour, a huge climax, or maybe a happy ending, move on my friend. This story doesn’t have any of those qualities. Ai no Kusabi is dark, dramatic, and bitterly sad. Believe me, I cried at the end. But that isn’t to say the story is poorly written. ANK just doesn’t have a happily-ever-after, which is rare but remains true to the original yaoi guidelines. The very first Japanese homoerotic stories didn’t have happy endings. Most were filled with angst, and if you’re a yaoi fan you know exactly what I mean. LOL

When I first discovered this yaoi, no one had heard of it–well Western culture knew little of the Japanese yaoi world at that time anyway. Now, things have changed with the spread of the Internet. There are over 99,000 websites dedicated to, or have pictures/write-ups, or mention Ai no Kusabi. Yes, I said 99,000–unbelievable isn’t it? The author, Ms. Rieko Yoshihara, passed away, and wherever she is, I’m sure she’s thrilled with the success of her novel. If you’re interested in learning more about this yaoi, the first website is totally awesome, one of the best I’ve ever come across, and I’ve come across quite a few! LOL Ai no Kusabi has graphic sex, gorgeous characters, realistic plot, and sad ending; the story sticks to its yaoi roots.

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

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Filthy Friday: Slave Nano

by | Aug 31, 2012 | | 1 Comment

This is the third blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Slave Nano!

Random musings on ice cream!

First up, can I thank Lucy for inviting me onto her web site to contribute to her series of ‘Filthy Friday’ blogs offered by authors of the ‘Smut by the Sea’ anthology.

My contribution to ‘Smut by the Sea’ is a story called ‘One Scoop or Two?’ and, yes, you’ve guessed, it features a lot of ice cream…and an equal portion of oral sex too!

‘Danatoni’s’, the ice cream parlour in my story is based on my childhood memories of another ice cream parlour, ‘Morelli’s’ in Broadstairs, a seaside town in the south east of the UK, also famous for its association with a rather more illustrious writer, Charles Dickens.  I love ice cream.  When I read through my story and came to the description of the character Darren, ”stood, goggle-eyed and drooling, gazing at the ice cream looking like a pervert let loose in the red light district of Amsterdam” I suddenly realised, oh my god, that’s me, I do that!  Darren returns with his girlfriend, Keeley, to the ice cream parlour he remembers from his childhood and that’s where the fun really starts.

These days you can get a cornucopia of varieties of ice cream and exotic flavours.  But back when I was growing up in the early 1960s there was no such choice.  There was the ice cream van selling ‘Mr Whippy’ (tee-hee, a name that has amusing connotations for a writer of BDSM erotica!), which came down the road I lived with its ‘Greensleeves’ jingle.  Now, what is it about ‘Greensleeves’ and ice cream vans?  What marketing man dreamed up the idea that, oh let’s play a Tudor ballad, that’ll get the kids flocking in?  The funny thing is it worked, as the sound of the jingle was a call to all the children on the street to rush out and buy a cornet or a strawberry Mivvi.  Aah, Mivvi’s – now there’s the classic ice lolly for you!

But the height of exotic ice cream experience then (this was before the days of those US interlopers Baskin-Robins with their new-fangled blueberry cheesecake ice cream) was a block of Wall’s Neapolitan.  I mean, it had three flavours, all in one block, how good was that?!  I remember that before it settled down into its classic combo of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate an early version had green ice cream, how amazing?  I suppose this was meant to be pistachio though I doubt if it had ever seen a real pistachio nut but it was green, so, hey, that’s ok.. Because of that, and to this very day, my favourite flavour is still pistachio. When I was last in Italy faced with an ice cream parlour in Sam Gimignano (the Tuscan hill-top town with all the towers) with an amazing range of flavours and boasting both that it made the best ice cream in Italy (an awesome claim) and also that Tony Blair frequented it on his many holidays in Tuscany (hmm, not so great a claim) I chose pistachio for that classic Italian gelato experience.

Sorry, I’m digressing.  Now, of course this was why Morelli’s was such an inspiring place for a kid.  Genuine Italian ice cream parlours were a pretty rare occurrence when I was growing up and this one was amazing with a choice of flavours that was mind boggling to a child brought up on Arctic Roll (hands up who remembers that!).  And of course, just like Danatoni’s in my story, Morelli’s made damned fine ice cream! This was clearly one of my formative childhood experiences, which is why I simply had to pay homage to it in my story.  So folks, will it be one scoop or two?

One Scoop or Two?

Keeley’s boyfriend, Darren, had promised to take her on a weekend away.  Anticipating a romantic city break she is disappointed to discover what he has in mind is a trip to a traditional seaside town from his childhood.  But things take a distinctive turn for the better when the couple accidently get themselves locked into an ice cream parlour.  Ice cream sundaes will never be the same again for Keeley!

Story extract

“You’ve been a good boy,” she smiled, “so I think I’m going to treat you to an ice cream.”  She picked a metal scoop up and cast her eyes across the coloured mounds of ice cream, “Hmm, what flavour? I know just the thing, the classic Italian ice cream, pistachio.”

She plunged the scoop into the pastel green mound of ice cream covered with chopped nuts.  She held the scoop over his crotch and looked him in the eye with a wicked gaze and then released the scoop of ice cream onto his cock.  He gasped and wriggled in the chair, gripping tightly onto the arms just as she had done.

“Hmm, I think we’ll have some whipped cream on that,” she said as she squirted oodles of cream from an aerosol can, “and some chocolate sauce,” as she squeezed a stream of syrupy brown sauce onto the ice cream, “oh, and some hundreds and thousands to decorate,” as she took a handful of the multi-coloured sugar strands and sprinkled them over the ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Darren sat there in ecstasy as he looked down on his erect cock smothered in the combination of ice cream, cream, chocolate sauce and sugar strands….

Slave Nano

Find out more about Slave Nano and his writing at www.slavenano.co.uk

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

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Filthy Friday: Tanith Davenport

by | Aug 24, 2012 | | 2 Comments

Check out Tanith Davenport’s fab post in this series to help promote the erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Tanith!

Dive Right In

When I write, sometimes I have a title in mind, other times it comes later. With I Like It Wet, the title came first. There was a certain cadence to it, as well as a certain spice. I pencilled it in as a potential title for a shower sex story and put it to one side.

And then I met Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse at Eroticon. They handed me a card for Smut By The Sea and that was that – shower sex became beach sex. And since I had recently been to Scarborough and been utterly soaked during a walk down the seafront, I immediately had the idea for the ultimate water kink – being drenched by waves.

Talia was a great character to write. I read far too many heroines, even today, who have no purpose in life beyond finding a man and no sexuality until he awakens it. Talia, however, is a junior fashion designer who has plans for her future career and takes control of her own pleasure – something which drives my hero, Jay, absolutely wild. A fellow designer and a passionate man, Jay is used to being underestimated and misconstrued by those around him, so the discovery that Talia also has hidden depths is enough to ignite sparks between them.

And Scarborough is a great place to fall in love. I go there a lot and I love the place.

So next time I go, I may slip down to the beach and think about Talia and Jay frolicking in the waves. In the meantime, I hope everyone else enjoys reading all about it – and maybe discovering they also like it wet.

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!

Filthy Friday: M. A. Stacie

by | Aug 17, 2012 | | 3 Comments

This is the first blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to M. A. Stacie!

Saucy Seaside Stories

Huge thanks to Lucy for inviting me onto her blog. It’s a pleasure to be asked, and to be included in the Smut by the Sea anthology.

My short, Ice Cream Kisses, is one of the many stories within in the wonderful anthology, and I stumbled upon the submission call after Lucy sent out a tweet. I adore the great British seaside and spent many summers making sand castles and riding on the funfair. There’s nowhere quite like it so I knew I had to write something for it.

The seaside always reminds me of ice cream, fish and chips and those really greasy, sugary donuts you buy on the pier. Yum! However, the idea of writing a sexy scene within a chip shop or donut stall didn’t quite do it for me. That’s how my lush ice cream man started out. I’m sure my dad would be horrified that I’d turned my childhood memories into smutty fantasies.

With many of my short stories, I like to add a back story, but one that doesn’t give all the answers. Skye will therefore always be a little bit of an anomaly. Ice Cream Kisses is just one small moment in her life. Her past, and future for that matter, are left to the reader’s imagination.

Deciding exactly what my couple would get up to was the hardest (no pun intended) part of all. I find the excitement and nerves when a couple could get caught always intriguing to read though writing it was a challenge. I’d chosen a very busy seaside—Brighton Beach, and at a very busy time—an open air concert, so keeping the anxiety level while still conveying what the couple were up to was taxing. There was certainly a lot of ‘Fat Boy Slim’ music played while writing it…just to get the atmosphere, as he’s held a few open air concerts on Brighton Beach.

There may also have been a little product testing with the ice cream. It would have been wrong not to research the story, right? People say write what you know. Well, now I know an awful lot about ice cream, but maybe not so much about saucy interludes with the ice cream seller in the back of his shop.

Thanks again to Lucy!

 

M.A. Stacie

Xx

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Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!

Guest Blog: C. Margery Kempe

by | Aug 16, 2012 | | 9 Comments

The Magic of the Serpentine

The magic of Kensington Gardens—home of Peter Pan—may be well known, but its adjacent neighbour, The Serpentine, may be less so. It got a big boost during the Olympics because the Triathalon began there.

Go Brownlees!

The Swan PrinceI set the opening of The Swan Prince there even though the initial spark of the idea came to me in Galway. Living in the west coast town you just can’t miss the swans everywhere you go. They rule the city! And don’t they know it, too. They pose for pictures or else sail regally up the Corrib.

The Serpentine is a more tame sort of place than Ireland’s wild coast, but it seems the perfect place for a swan prince in exile. After all it was created by the wish of Queen Caroline back in the 18th century. Although artificial, royal gardener Charles Bridgeman created it to appear natural.

In the 19th century the lake got a new notoriety when the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley’s pregnant first wife drowned herself in its waters. He married Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin just a couple weeks later. That tragedy was just one of several that coloured the mind who created the immortal Frankenstein.

The Serpentine is the border between the magic of Kensington Park and the more brisk busyness of Hyde Park, with its Speaker’s Corner and horse paths. As you cross over the Serpentine Bridge, it offers a moment of contemplation. The boaters dot its surface offering Londoners and tourists alike a little oasis of gentle fun in the midst of the bustling city.

And if you haven’t enjoyed the café at the water’s edge, you just haven’t had one of the nicest treats in London.

Here’s a little snippet of the novelette, where Lena and Charles head to the café after he dramatically rescues her brother Freddy from the waters:

Lena smiled and turned to the young man trying to dry his clothes with the rough blanket. “Can I buy you a tea and cake? And maybe you’ll tell me your name?”

When he laughed, Lena admired the easy smile he gave her, the deep blue eyes and the fine, strong features of his face. The startling white stripe in his hair didn’t appear to be any indication of age, for his face looked as young as her own.

“Charles Downing.” He shook her hand. Even chilled by the waters of the Serpentine, the warmth of his grasp and the feeling of his skin against hers, sent familiar feelings shooting through her. His gaze held hers. Then they both flushed and looked away from each other. What is this? Lena thought.

And with a grave seriousness, he turned his gaze to her brother and said, “Pleased to meet you, Freddy.”

“Let’s have cakes!” Freddy exclaimed, nearly tripping over his blanket and immediately dragging his new friend toward the café. Charles grinned back at Lena and allowed himself to be jerked along.

“Freddy, don’t pull on Charles like that. He doesn’t even know you.”

“It’s all right, really.” He laughed again.

Charles’s voice had a wonderful warm tone that caused little vibrations along Lena’s skin, waking her senses. Oh my. She laughed, too. She found it rare to be so instantly at ease with someone, and so fascinated. It had been so long since she had felt that frisson of instant fascination—and attraction.

Freddy jumped up and down at the counter, demanding hot chocolate and cake. Charles wanted to demur from anything, but Lena insisted he at least have a coffee. “If only to drive away the chill,” she said with mock seriousness.

They sipped their hot drinks and chatted between outbursts from Freddy, who saw the need to name everything he could in the café. In no time at all, Lena confessed her despair about her joblessness and Charles offered a sympathetic ear.

“You moan that your life is so dull and then when something catastrophic occurs, you realise just how good things had been.” He sighed and looked away.

“Ah, you too?” Lena watched the faraway look in Charles’ eyes. A shadow crossed his face, as if a storm had blown in from the coast. “I’m glad I have my folks to rely on, but it’s a bit miserable feeling, as if I have no say-so in my own life.”

Charles gave her a rueful smile. “I no longer have family to protect me. I suppose I should be happy enough on my own, but I envy your safety net.”

Lena put a hand over his. “How awful to be on your own!”

Charles shrugged, but he didn’t remove his hand from under hers. “We do what we can with the fate we’ve been handed.”

“Why don’t you come to tea?” Lena asked, surprising even herself with the sudden inspiration. “We can always add one more place.” Don’t push, Lena, maybe he has a girl friend. Or boyfriend. Or somewhere to be.

Charles smiled, but with regret. “I can’t do that. But tomorrow . . . would you like to meet up for lunch?”

Lena balanced her initial regret against this new possibility. “Sure. Where shall we meet?”

“Peter Pan?”

Lena grinned. If there were anything that could make this handsome man even more appealing to her it would be a fondness for Pan and his statue, her favourite spot in Kensington Park.

“What time?”

C. Margery Kempe is a writer of erotic romance distinguished by its humour, intelligence and fearless sensual pleasures. Her stories range from contemporary thrillers to medieval era fairy tales. An English professor by day, she also writes on medieval literature, film, creative writing and New Media, as well as humor, drama, mainstream and genre fiction under her real name and non-explicit romance as Kit Marlowe.

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Guest Blog: JoAnne Kenrick

by | Aug 13, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Bittersweet Symphony released Friday, officially. It’s book three in the Tales from the Coffin series. For those unfamiliar with the series, here’s a quick low down:

Estella is a vampire. Stood up at the altar by Dracula over a hundred years ago, has ever since lived in a dank basement of an old Cemetery house in York, England where she likes to play with her food by telling erotic ghostly tales. It gets the blood pumping in her victims, making them nice and juicy…if you know what I mean?

Lucy Rot is a zombie, and Estella’s lover and servant. It’s her job to lure in the food for the night because Estella is a bit of a hermit – Yes, she still wears her old wedding dress from time to time, in true Haversham style.

The ladies are often visited by Bone Cruncher, who is mysterious as he is sexy and dangerous.

Each book in this series shares more of Estella and Lucy’s story via their introduction of the stories with twisted endings. Read the series in order to follow Estella, Lucy, and The Cruncher’s love story.  Or, if you’re in the mood for a quick, twisted paranormal fix that’s smexy hawt…then pick one and dive in. But be warned, Estella and Lucy may be beautiful creatures of the night, but they do bite so keep those hands in!

BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY is a friends-to-lovers story set in a country manor in the Welsh border town of Ross-on-Wye. But of course, you know things ain’t gonna be peachy when it’s Estella doing the storytelling.

NEW RELEASE BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY, Tales from the Coffin book 3

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The Bone Cruncher hasn’t visited in a while, and Estella thinks it’s something she did. Misery loves company, but she loves food more. Putting on a smile, she musters up an erotic story. But can she make it to the end of the tale without comfort eating?

To onlookers, Seren lived the high life in London with her orchestra conductor of a husband. She had a major case of unrequited love for her best friend, though, so their relationship was doomed from the beginning. Divorce papers served, it’s time for her to go back to her home town on the England-Wales border and face the music.

Owen, now a postman of their little market town, is thrilled to see Seren when he shows up at her doorstep with mail. It’s not long before they’re releasing their pent up lust and love for each other. Within that mail, though, are letters addressed to Seren’s parents. They’re from her ex and hold a truth Seren is too fearful to face. Even with Owen by her side.

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EXCERPT Lucy and Estella

“Lucy, be a dear and catch food for me?” Estella called from her gothed-out coffin, using a commanding tone. She stroked the plush velvet lining that cradled her dead body, sat, and fluttered her long lashes at her faithful little zombie then stretched her arms. Sleeping in a box might protect her from sunlight, but darn, it gave her cramps.

“Already taken care of, so please present yourself to the dinner guest.” Lucy dragged toward her with her usual slump and groans, her step hindered by the tight leather mini her mistress insisted she wear. So short, it exposed Lucy’s translucent red French knickers and dark curls. Pleased to see her squeezed into it, Estella took in the peep show and her mouth crooked to the side.

Lucy frowned. “Why’d you have to pick out outfits for me that show my muff?” She tugged at the skirt to cover herself. Estella scoffed and stumbled to standing, her ivory-colored legs askew and not at all proper.

“Because it reminds me why I keep you around.” She did not appreciate the back chat, and decided she’d have to teach her deady bear a lesson to snap her back in line—later, when they were alone. “Offer our guests some refreshments while I dress.”

“Finger sandwiches?” Lucy threw her hands up, palms out, and wiggled her fingers. Well, the ones she had left, anyway. “Oh don’t look at me like that. I’ll wash my hands first.”

“Don’t be vulgar, Lucy. Ladies shouldn’t mock the living with their missing digits.” Estella slipped her moth-ridden and ancient wedding gown over the corset squeezing in her waist, taking extra care with the fragile fabric. “Do me up?”

EXCERPT Ghost story

“Right before you were due to marry Andrew. How could I forget?”

“I guess I knew he wasn’t the one for me…even back then,” she muttered. Aghast, she glanced up in hopes he hadn’t heard her.

He stared at her, his intense gaze caressing her, seeping deep into her skin and sending goose bumps over her arms. If only he would reach out and sooth her aching heart.

There was no escaping how she felt about him now. Panic grabbed at her. Gasping for air, she clenched her chest with her left hand and tried not to focus on her pounding heart. Hard to breath. She hadn’t felt this way, ever, with Andrew. But Owen had always had this effect on her. Stupid friend-zone. She cursed him moving next door as a child. If only they hadn’t been tree house buddies or sandpit allies.

Itching to have his touch over her, to wipe away the prickles breaking out all over her body, the throb in her pussy intensified.

“No wedding ring?” He dropped the letters he’d been clutching before whisking her into a spinning embrace. He gripped her tight, whirling her into a rush of excitement.

Tales from the Coffin series, in order

Strange and Beautiful – out now

All the Pretty Faces – out now

Bittersweet Symphony – out now

 

Treacle And TreasonTreacle and Treason releases October 26th:

It’s Bonfire Night, but the fireworks in Estella’s boudoir are more impressive than any rocket or sparkler.  She has more pressing things on her mind than trivial traditions like burning the guy and crunching her canines on treacle toffee. A spot of unrequited love, and her little deady bear’s rotting body.

What better way to distract herself than to entertain you with a ghostly retelling of the infamous Guy Fawkes and the Fifth of November legend.

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Also watch out for Threesome Sweetness, coming soon – Irish Kisses book3.

 

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