Throat = Sexy

Strepthroat = not so sexy.

Swallowing = Super sexy.

Swallowing with strepthroat= what the fuck who filled my throat with broken glass you bastards I hate you.

Wandering around with a spit cup…meh. Someone probably finds girls with spit cups sexy but it sure as hell isn’t me. I am sadface.

Also it was my birthday yesterday. Ushering in another year via intense pain! Maybe it was my sort of birthday after all. Still, I’d have preferred a flogger session or an hour with some hot wax or even ice cube  torture to this.



Once again, I am too hot for Amazon.

And Kobo as well!

As of this date, Amazon has banned and blocked from publication four of my books. Kobo has also blocked four. It’s amusing that they haven’t been able to agree on which items were objectionable; they’ve both chosen to ban different texts on their respective sites. So far other retailers haven’t given into the fuss but there’s no telling whether that will last. I did attempt to edit and resubmit to Amazon but they were having none of it. Corinna’s just too hot to handle.

What this means for my readers is that Smashwords is now the only site that carries all of my eBooks. If you have a craving for taboo erotica, you can find my uncensored library here:

It’s a bit of a bummer, I’ll admit. Amazon did more for me in reaching a larger audience than other sites have. But the hypocrisy, inconsistent policing of policies and willingness to ask “How high?” when sensationalist media says “Jump!”, I am hesitant to continue publishing there. Maybe I’ll change my mind as time goes on, but since this Indie erotica witch hunt seems to crop up on a yearly basis, somehow I doubt it.

Corinna Returns!

And it was a terrific Christmas. Family and loved ones, light and laughter, and the chocolate covered cherries and Dad-protected meal recipes that I have missed so very much.

I also missed writing, so after a good night’s rest, I’ve jumped right back to it.

As of now, Into the Dreaming City stands at close to 8000 words and has only two more scenes to write before I can consider it finished. It will probably be my first post-New Year release, so keep an eye out!

Escape from Faery weighs in at 23,511 words and will not be done for a long time but I like how it’s shaping up! This one might break the erotica boundaries by being slightly more about story and characters than sex but frankly, I kind of like that. Not that my more naughty readers should fret– there’s plenty of explicit spice to keep you turning the pages. There are just more pages in between incidents. 😉

I’m also poised to hold another giveaway on the EROTICA group on Goodreads. If you’re a member, watch for a post to go up tomorrow night– the theme will be Naughty Resolutions!

Tis the Season!

Happy holidays to my steadfast readers and to all of those who might happen across my blog in the next several weeks!

Since Discipline‘s release, I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind of work, family responsibilities and, of course, writing. On the 21st, I’ll be traveling to visit family I haven’t seen in several years and I couldn’t be happier about it, but it does mean my output is going to suffer (whose doesn’t, this time of year? Work levels go down, waistband sizes go up, ho ho ho). So I’m trying to get as much done as I can.

What’s in the chute right now?

Into the Dreaming CityAt the moment, I’m near completion of a short fiction prequel to Wetware Dreams, which explores more of the post-apocalyptic world that story is set in and explains where our tormented heroine Dorothy comes from. Tentatively titled Into The Dreaming City, I think it will be a worthwhile (and hot!) read for anyone who enjoys having a rich plot to go hand in hand with their toe-curling non-con elements.

I’ve also been working on what may well end up as my first novel. After having discovered several unfinished manuscripts in the dark recesses of my computer, I took one of my favorites out and have been dusting it off. Editing is a painful process but it’s going to be worth it– I don’t know that the end product will be classed as erotica, though there will be plenty o’ sex in it, but I do know it’s the story of the sort I look for on bookshelves.  Thus far, I have around 18k words edited and I’m aiming for a final tally of 60-70k.

Of course, that’s going to take awhile, so I fully intend to keep naughty appetites satisfied by continuing with my short fiction efforts. I enjoy the genre far too much to turn away from it. So, after the New Year, look for further stories from my neck of the virtual woods! Until then, have yourselves a very merry holiday season, and a safe (sane and consensual!) New Year.

Christmas in October

I really should go through old folders more often. Today, while searching for the outline of a story, I discovered several files I haven’t looked at in years. Among them were three chapters of an erotic romance (totally over ten thousand words) set in a fantasy world, five thousand words of the start of an urban fantasy murder mystery with a satyr and a selkie who have to join forces to solve the crime, and (brace yourself) one piece that’s over seventy-two thousand words, pre-editing.

72,000 words. More than a novel, and it’s only at the halfway mark of the story.

There’s yet another historical fantasy erotic epic set in a unique world that I haven’t tallied up yet, so far as word count goes, but I bet it rivals the big one.

Yeah. This is why it pays to check the dark, cobwebbed corners of your works in progress folders more often, people!

And here I thought I was behind in my making creative progress.

Edit: So I tallied up the word count on the previously untallied story and rushed back here all excited to update and then I couldn’t find the bloody edit button. How’s that for dumb? Almost as dumb as having another 32k words lurking in that works in progress folder.

You heard it here first, folks: Corinna is so much of a dork that she has over 100k of unpublished words just sittin’ around. ‘Cause because, that’s why.

I feel dum.

Edit #2: Also I suck at math. Make that 35k words.

Where in the world has Corinna been?

Well, friends, she has been trying to write! I don’t know what it is about this time of year but things have become ridiculous busy. Between work and family, it hasn’t always been easy to get words on a page, but I’ve been plugging away. Over 5000 words now on Sweet’s Dove, another 1000 on a modern BDSM lifestyle-submissive story (yet to be titled), and yet another 800 on a prequel to Wetware Dreams.

Call me an overachiever, and I won’t argue.

Aside from writing, I’ve also been quietly celebrating receiving some incredible reviews for the stories I have out there. They are so incredible that I feel compelled to share. Many of them come from Goodreads, and if you haven’t opened an account over there as a reader or an author, you are very much missing out. It’s a terrific site!

Here’s a review of Recess, from Anthony Beal, who gave it five stars:

This author’s usage of language and imagery to convey as well as evoke moods and feelings of arousal has earned a quick fan in me. Touching on a variety of sexual sensibilities, the title work and short pieces excerpted here have left me (much like Mrs. Pickman and other characters I look forward to meeting soon) wanting more, which is the best to which one can look forward with any story. Well done.

Also weighing in on Recess is Annie, from the UK:

I bought this on the recommendation of a reader at the `Free Erotica Today’ thread, it is free at dot com, but not in the UK, I downloaded `Recess’ anyway. The title story is a flash fiction piece, perfectly executed, well written, lyrical and wonderfully erotic.

The product description informs that the remainder of the book comprises extracts from Parr’s other titles, and I think it’s an excellent way to sample an unknown author’s work before buying. Even though Amazon UK hasn’t priced this book so that it’s free here too, seventy seven pence is a steal anyway. Nevertheless, I’ve clicked `tell us about a lower price’.

I’m going to buy Parr’s `A Nymphomaniac’s Pillow Book’ next, I loved the opening line, `I can list every lover I’ve had. Their names are my poetry, my prayers’. I’m glad that I followed the advice to read this author. Highly recommended.

Can I just say it sucks that Amazon UK doesn’t follow Amazon US’s pricing? Sorry you had to pay for that one, Annie, it was intended to be free.

Ella Dominguez has weighed in on Love, Ink & Lycanthropes with another five stars:

I read the excerpt on Corrina’s blog and it was intriguing. The entire story, as short as it was, was incredible. I wish it hadn’t ended. I actually felt tears well up at the very last few lines. Damn. What a great story. Corinna really has a way with words and a wonderful way of telling stories. As writer myself, I envy her talent. This author should seriously consider making this particular story a series, because these characters deserve their continued saga to be told, and I really think she’s struck gold with this one. Please, MORE?

I absolutely recommend this short story.



NephilimAnd a Goodreads user named Spinster was kind enough to weigh in on Nephilim, giving it four stars:

Nephilim is a well-written, definitely dark book with a lot of tension and extreme actions. Although I personally really liked it, I wouldn’t recommend it to just any Victorian maiden. If you’re into more unconventional erotic literature (check the book description for details), it’s definitely worth a read. Or two. 😉

After a sudden and a little disorienting start the book picks up pace and intensity. I often find it difficult to connect with the heroines in erotica, they’re either too slutty or too whiny, but this time I had no problems. I could feel what she was feeling and understand why she reacted the way she did in a horrible situation. The possibility of the supernatural angle helps the reader from going too deep into the darker side and maybe accept the cruelties and the very steamy sex scenes a little better.

The book was a quick read (too quick if you ask me!) and perhaps my favorite part was the ending. It gives room for the reader’s imagination with a heap of mixed emotions: fear, excitement, trepidation, thrills, chills and curiosity. Definitely not a “Blah, this was it?” -ending and just right for the story.

For me Nephilim was well worth 4 stars

It probably goes without saying but I will say it anyway: Receiving reviews of this quality make me glow. Thank you Anthony, Annie, Ella, Spinster. And thank you as well, those of you who continue to support me, and read my stories. I will hopefully have something new for you to enjoy soon.

Progress! Also another excerpt.

Guess what’s finished? That’s right! Flash is done! Mostly done, at least. I need to do some formatting work on it to figure out how I can add a table of contents without slapping on “Chapter One”, “Chapter Two”, etc., in front of each mini-story’s title. And then I’ll need to sneak that by the meatgrinder at Smashwords.

I can do this. I think.

Once I have that done, I can return to working on Sweet’s Dove, which is turning out to be less about dear Lucy meeting the laconic Sweet and falling in love, and more about Lucy’s own evolution, from the time she enters Judge Taylor’s household, to her joining the Boston bordello, The Graces. And then, hopefully, she will move out West to fall in love with Sweet, because stop hijacking my stories, brain. I had this one plotted out! Now you’re changing it!

On the bright side, it looks like this will mean a longer story and it also means I get to dip into some of my favorite erotic subjects, such as forced sex, attempts at forced orgasm, and dubious- and non-consent. Right now I’m in the middle of a scene where Judge Taylor has gotten his sweaty hands on some French tintypes to demonstrate to Lucy the proper oral technique.

Things are going to get steamy.

Seriously, check it out:

He held in his hands what looked like a large deck of cards. “I have brought you a present, Lucy.”

The Judge had only ever given me torment; I could only view any gift he might offer with wariness. So I remained silent and waited for him to fall on me. Instead, he sat beside me on the bed and spread the stiff cards so I could see their faces.

They were not cards after all but tintypes, wrapped in paper mats. The soft brown images were not the stiff portraits I was accustomed to seeing, but rather showed women in assorted poses, with varying degrees of nakedness. As Judge Taylor sifted through the pile, I was subjected to the sight of fleshy breasts, rounded bellies, gracefully curved and raised arms, with thick thatches of hair in the creases of each body.

I caught my breath and shut my eyes but he would not have it– I had not seen everything he wished me to see. His hand closed on my shoulder and pinched hard until I was forced to look again.

There, directly before my nose, was a different portrait. A man was standing naked below the waist, his shoulders and head cropped from the image. He possessed the same instrument my master had wielded on me, but his was inserted partially into the mouth of the girl who knelt before him, her hair unbound below her hips. Her eyes were closed, as I wished mine were, and there were words inscribed in the corner, fancy and flowing words. I, who could hardly read English, knew them to be in a foreign language. French, I supposed. It was known that the French were the most degenerate of the races.

“Do you see, Lucy?” The Judge shifted his hand from my shoulder to my chin, as if to help me direct my eyes. There was to be no glancing away; my entire field of vision was filled with that obscene coupling.

I thought I could detect, even in dull shades of sepia, the glimmer of moisture that her mouth must have left on that organ. I had never seen one so clearly and was grateful for the blurriness of the image– or I tried to be grateful. Beneath the thin cotton of my chemise, I could feel a heat gathering, the prickle of sweat or worse where my thighs pressed together. Traitorous body, to react to this. I could only hope that the Judge took my stiffness for disapproval.

“Do you see?” he repeated, and released my chin to seek the hands I had folded nervously in my lap. Seizing one, he pressed it to the buttons of his trousers. Before I could close my fingers against him, he had shaped my palm to the thickness that grew beneath. “Take me out.”

I knew better than to protest. Fumbling one-handed, I undid the buttons that kept the thin wool fastened and parted the layers of his underclothing to expose his flesh to the open air. And, because I also knew he expected it of me, I let my fingers curl loosely around his shaft. I tried to ignore the delicate weave of veins against my skin but every time he twitched with excitement, they printed themselves against my palm and fingers.

His hand returned to my shoulder and through pressure, made it clear he expected me to kneel as the girl in the tintype was doing. Oh God, I thought, save me from this indignity. Save me from this, and don’t punish me for the water filling my mouth. I cannot help it, please.

(See? I told you so. Look for Flash: A Collection of Erotic Shorts very, very soon!)