Archive | March 2012

Progress!

Over 8000 words written for my anthology submission, and closing in on 5000 written for Alcmene Again. You know what that means? It means I really need to figure out a better title for the submission– my working title is kind of crap. I’m within one short section of finishing it and for the first time, I don’t have a solid title by that mark!

It’s a little embarrassing. But what would you title a story that involves a may-or-may-not-be-an-angel kidnapping and imprisoning a girl he claims is a descendant of the Nephilim and is also his own daughter?

Angel’s Child is cutting it as a working title but I need something a little more…more. More more. Something.

It is a sad state of affairs when words fail someone who touts themselves as a writer.

Future plans in no particular order, once current writing has been finished and edited:

1) Another pseudo-incest title, this time involving a stepfather and his stepdaughter, brought closer together by the death of his wife/her mother. There will be camping and sleeping bag sex. Mmm.

2) A modern take on Scheherazade. This might end up as a full-length collection, depending on how it works out.

3) Book Two of the Fifth Sun story. Elizabeth’s story was the prologue, I think it will pick up again with her son in adulthood. Sex magick warlocks and their pretty young “familiars” in the New World. Tasty!

4) I really want to plot out how to pull off a sexy version of Leda and the Swan without breaking bestiality laws. Best myth ever. This needs to be erotica.

5) Werewolves! No firm plot idea in place for this yet but I have a few vague ideas of how it might go. Hint: there will be sex.

Excerpt from “Alcmene Again”

If you were like me, there was a period in your life when you were mad for myths. I devoured every book on mythology that I could find in both school and public libraries. I dreamed myths day and night. Eventually the urgency of that miniature addiction wore off but I do still love them.

Here’s an excerpt of one of my works in progress, titled “Alcmene Again”. If you’re familiar with Alcmene’s story, you’ll know the twist. If not…I’m not going to give it away! Details may change through the writing and editing process, but I wanted to give a little taste here. Something to look forward to, mm?

Without further ado:


She was surprised by the force of Arthur’s kiss, the way he crushed her full lips and then tugged them into the shapes that pleased him. Sofia gave a little whimper that was stifled when his tongue speared her mouth. It was wet and muscular and he swept the cusp of her throat, threatening her air. Arthur’s arms closed like bands of metal around her waist and he pressed her hips against his. Borne back by his mouth and forward by his clutch, her body arched under him. She wondered if they might topple to the floor, entangled.

Struggling to match the eagerness of his tongue, Sofia realized that Arthur was rock hard beneath his dress green slacks. His erection dimpled the inside of her thigh. She was seized by the notion of wrapping her legs around him, easing that cock towards her sex. But they were in a public airport! The image of herself clinging to him with her skirt around her waist, her buttocks and flimsy purple thong exposed, replaced that rush of heat with embarrassment.

Arthur broke his kiss and Sofia gasped.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said.

“I can tell,” she murmured.

Arthur drove them away from the airport. They talked about little things, still somewhat bewildered by the novelty of one another’s presence. Arthur said nothing about his tour of duty and Sofia thought it best not to ask. She was a little worried, but he seemed happy, relaxed, comfortable. He smiled and gestured often as he talked.

His eyes never quite left the road, but Sofia saw him stealing glances at her tawny, sunlit thighs in the seat beside him. Half-consciously, she pressed her legs together and tugged on the hem of her skirt. Those glances became longer and more frequent until his conversation trailed away.

After a silence, Arthur said, “I see you’ve brought me a present.”

Sofia started to ask him what he meant, but her breath caught. Arthur had taken one hand from the wheel and curled it over her left thigh. His nails dug into the toned flesh between them. Moving his wrist, he pushed up her dress until the violet gloss of her panties peeked between her thighs.

Sofia’s breathing quickened and she shifted in her seat. “Arthur…” she admonished softly.

“Arthur…”

“Let me see it,” he said. “Spread your legs.”

His fingers were very strong. They worked down to her sex and stroked the lips through her panties, teasing up a curl of heat behind them. Arthur seemed to know just where her clitoris was, and when he rubbed it through the silk, she shuddered despite herself.

He was relentless. Her breath thickened into a gasp. She could feel herself swelling, aching for more of his touch. Her body didn’t care that they were moving down a busy street.

Tasha and the Grey Wolf available at Smashwords and Amazon.com!

Every  now and then I’m struck by the urge to write something that isn’t steamy, sizzling or toe-curling. Tasha and the Grey Wolf is a Russian folk tale retold with modern sensibilities and while it touches lightly on adult themes, it shares more with Neil Gaiman’s brand of fantasy and sensuality in writing than it does with my other available works.

If you enjoy your fairy tales with equal measures of sweetness and spice, this could be your short story.

You can find it at Smashwords and Amazon.com, on sale for only $0.99!

Feedback and Writing for the Reader

We’re closing in on the two month anniversary of Corinna’s experiment in writing erotica for the public eye and I have to say, it’s as much fun and excitement now as it was when I started. Veteran writers might chuckle, as I’m still firmly in the honeymoon period. It’s all still new! It’s still fresh! It’s still very, very uncertain if I have the chops to maintain a presence in this niche!

As of this posting, I have sold 45 copies of my stories, and had 2 refunds. I’m averaging a story sold each day but I have no idea if that’s better or worse than the average. I have read accounts of authors who were able to quit their day jobs after six months; I suspect that is not a decision I’ll have to make four months from now.

There is a visceral satisfaction to knowing that there are people reading and possibly enjoying what I’ve put out there. Thus far my short stories haven’t received many reviews. I believe I have two comments on Smashwords and one of them wasn’t the most encouraging, though it did allow that the scenario was well-polished.

Of the stories that have sold well, My Lover, My Brother has been the most popular. This wasn’t a surprise; incest is a perennial favorite and I knew it would do well. But the reception to some of my other works has been surprising. I thought for certain that Captivity would do better than The Nymphomaniac’s Pillow Book, for instance, as Captivity is my favorite of the stories in my library; I think it’s the most sharply crafted and fully realized of my stories, erotica with a strong plot and a compelling world filled with intriguing characters. The Zodiac Club is another one that curled my toes and pleased my muse while I was working on it, and it remains in the middle of the pack so far as popularity goes.

Sales, for me, are less about the money coming in and more about the readers out there saying, “Yes, yes, this is something done well and we’d like to read more!” Sales are the only feedback I have at this juncture on what I’m doing right. You don’t write erotica if you don’t want to turn other people on and you judge whether you’ve performed that function by how well a story does, the comments it receives, its ranks among your library. I write for myself, for the pleasure and craft of it, but I write for my readers as well. And at the moment, I’m not sure I’m tickling their fancy as much as I’ve tickled my own.

My purpose in writing this post is to invite feedback beyond purchases from my readers and potential readers. After two months, what have you liked about the stories I’ve offered? What do I need to continue working on?  There is always room for improvement. I can look at my own library and think of a thousand and one ways I could tweak things– longer stories, lower prices, classier covers, more explicit covers, more sex, adjusted language (I confess, the word “pussy” still makes me giggle like a schoolgirl), dialing back the focus on unique settings and plot elements as a vehicle for the erotic, increasing those elements to create more fully realized worlds and characters…

There are so many directions I can go in but my purpose is to please you as much as it is to please myself. None of those changes would tarnish my vision or purpose for my writing. I don’t feel I’ve done poorly, I’m proud of what I have so far, but pointers and critique are always welcome. So if you feel moved to do so, please do comment. Here, or through email (corinnaparr at gmail dot com). I invite your feedback and thank you for it, as well as for the encouragement shown thus far.

And now, back to writing. Today I will hit my word count mark for my anthology submission, come hell or high water. I have coffee, I have sunshine and soft breezes coming in through my window and all of the time in the world. Hello, weekend!

Heat and Anger released!

Heat and Anger is now live at Smashwords and soon to be available at Amazon.com.

On a hot day in the city, passions boil over. When a young woman flaunts herself in front of a group of drunkards, another man intrudes to push their game beyond its boundaries. Holding her by the wrists, he forces her into the wanton display that they all secretly crave.

This erotic short contains graphic descriptions of public sexuality, exhibitionism, voyeurism and dubious consent! Adults only!

New Cover

Sooo, as I tweeted yesterday, I set out to work a little more on my submission for the transgressive anthology.  Instead, I ended up writing a short story re-telling of the Russian folk tale, The Firebird. I made it through 2500 words without once saying fuck or cock and I’m not sure yet whether that will disappoint people.

This one came about as the result of reading a version of The Firebird to my son and agreeing with him that Ivan really was kind of a dink, and the wolf did all of the work. See for yourself.

Here’s the cover!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alas for the werewolf story lovers out there, it is not technically supernatural erotica. There is a sex scene but it’s brief and PG-13…think sweet rather than hot. I may still get around to writing a werewolf encounter but today is not that day. Maybe after I’ve finished up writing about the poor girl locked in a modified basement by a mysterious stranger.