Posts Tagged ‘erotica’

Porn vs Erotic Fiction

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Welcome to my very first blog post for February. It’s the week of Valentine’s Day. Love is in the air. Right outside my window, birds are tweeting.

But for this week I wanted to write about a common misconception people have. It’s something that many people who have never read erotica have in common.

Simply put, many people who, in fairness, have never read erotica, lump it together with pornography.

It’s an easy assumption to make. However there many differences between porn and erotica. Some are obvious, while some require fine distinctions that only writers make.

What is erotic fiction, anyway?

Erotic fiction, and more commonly, erotic romance, is fiction with a sexual focus. Sure, characters grow, and sure, characters have challenges in the real world. But while action movies, for example, use action set pieces to propel the plot forward and make things happen that otherwise would not happen, erotic fiction, simply put, uses sex to achieve the same effect.

Porn, on the other hand, is people having sex. Period. Depending on your taste in porn, I will acknowledge, a porn video will have some plot, some dialogue,  and some degree of context, especially if its role play porn, but for the most part, porn videos and the like involve people having sex with each other for no apparently good reason except they are in a porn video and they are supposed to have sex.

But in erotic fiction and erotic romance, every sex act has a reason behind it. Every sex act has a context within which it happens, and a consequence afterwards.

To equate porn with erotic romance simply because it has sex in it, would be offensive to anyone who calls themselves a writer. Besides the fact it is harder than it sounds to write a sex scene, many writers consider themselves artists. Writers who write plays are called playwrights, to imply that they are building something. All writers build something. Writing takes work, hard work, sometimes months of it, to finally complete a story.

I will say this – erotic romance, like porn, does have niche markets within it. I can say this with authority because there are quite a few writers who write in the same niche market I do, namely the niche of interracial erotica, specifically black woman with white man.

The rise of the internet and especially e-books and e-book publishers, has allowed the free creative expression of interracial fantasies. Interracial sex was once frowned upon as much as burping at the dinner table was. But it’s (mostly) accepted today, although some people will find the forbidden aspect of it sexually arousing all by itself.

So tell me what you think. Post a reply to this blog. Tweet me. Email me.

Peace out. Namaste.

Jon Bradbury is the writer of eleven interracial BW/WM erotic e-books, including Sugar Daddy, Worst Kept Secret, and The Professor, and is madly writing more. He can be contacted by following his Twitter feed @JonB1969.

 

I do my best work at night

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Welcome to my second blog post for January.

Like many writers and other types of artists, I do my best work at odd times of the day. Sometimes fairly early in the morning, especially when I wake up early and can’t go back to sleep, but more commonly late at night, past 9:00 pm.

I’m not sure what it is about the evening that makes it so amenable to writing. Probably just that it’s after the busiest time of day, I’m sure, but in the meantime, I find it’s my most productive time of the day when I’m pounding the keyboard at night.

Daytime is so… ordinary. But night-time…is sexy.

Night time brings out the most glamorous in us, especially for women. Glittering parties. Evening gowns. Cleavage. Hair up. Necks exposed. Backs exposed.

Men and especially women become freer at night, less inhibited. More apt to do things that would seem crazy in broad daylight. For me, it seems easier to get in the right frame of mind to write erotic fiction at night than at any other time of day. Certainly I write more love scenes at night. More sex scenes.

Although, that isn’t always the case. Some of my sex scenes do indeed not only take place in broad daylight but in places you would consider crazy. For instance, in The Favor, Cocoa has an encounter with Missy’s husband TJ in his office.

Crazy, huh? A lot of people, men and women both, have fantasies about having sex in other places besides the bedroom.

But that’s the draw of erotic fiction, the mix of reality and fantasy. To make good erotic fiction you have to have a little of both, like the Yin-Yang from Chinese culture, the white fish with black eyes next to black fish with white eyes.

It’s best when you either start off with a sex scene and bring reality back, or start with reality but quickly bring fantasy into it. Either way works but it’s always important to bring both, reality and fantasy.

Hope you enjoyed this blog. Please leave comments and/or questions.

Peace, out. Namaste.

Jon Bradbury is the veteran writer of eleven interracial BW/WM e-books, including The Favor and Worst Kept Secret, and is madly writing more as you read this. He can be reached by following him on Twitter @JonB1969 to send fan mail.

 

Memoirs of a Vampire’s Lover (secret life of a housewife) 1-16

Greetings my fellow vamp lovers!

As you know I’ve been caught in a cat and mouse game between my husband’s clever scheme and a willing participant who has taken my life by storm. Today I decided to put my theory to the test. Is Den the mastermind behind Booker’s perfectly timed appearances? Or the more terrifying question, is Booker real?

I think back to a few years ago when I thought there was a ghost in the house. Den was working and I heard the door to the utility room downstairs slide open–it makes its own distinct sound. The dogs heard it, too, we all stood at the top of the steps waiting to see who’d come in. But nobody had. I even called Den home from work to check the basement, thinking we had an intruder yet he found nothing amiss.

Today I needed a box to ship an auction that sold last night. I asked Den to get one for me as I didn’t feel like going out into the cold. Five minutes after he left I heard a noise downstairs–so did my two dogs! I knew, then, without a doubt, who’d come in. I had been with Den every moment since asking him to go for boxes. We heated up dinner and ate together before he left. He did not make a phone call or do anything suspicious. When my mysterious stranger manifested himself right in my living room after Den pulled from the drive, an eerie feeling settled over me. My stomach became filled with anxious flutters. I began to realize that something more than a man’s fantasy was at play here.

Booker is real!

To my utter surprise and delight…he didn’t come alone this time. He brought his darkly alluring brother with him. There I stood in my comfort pants and long-sleeved t-shirt, totally unprepared to entertain two gorgeous men. I felt very embarrassed over my appearance. But they didn’t seem to mind. My clothes weren’t their focal point.

“How did you know I’d be alone?” I asked. “I only asked Den about an hour ago to run an errand for me.”

“We know everything you do, angel,” Booker purred in that sensual voice that made me melt. “Haven’t you noticed the changes yet?”

I stood still, simply gazing up at the two tall, most seductive men I’d ever seen. Booker was wearing leather again. Mercy! He is so fine! And his brother, oh wow, I could only gasp. Their family had been blessed with awesome genes.

“Your name is Rider?” I double-checked. Booker had only mentioned him once.

“Yeah…and you’re the elusive Storm,” he replied with a wink. “Not the easiest woman to catch alone these days.”

I couldn’t stop staring. His dark eyes penetrated me to the core, creating a sudden ache of desire. I’d never seen a man with more shadowy eyes, as if he wore eyeliner, but I could tell his appearance was natural. They were so very dark and decadent, like the most enchanting night you can imagine. I felt spellbound. His very long black hair hung freely past his broad shoulders and only enhanced the dark allure. And if the man wasn’t already enticing enough–there were the black leathers clinging to his long legs like a second skin. I wanted to jump both men at the same time. I was still basking in afterglow from my tryst with Booker just a few days ago and now he’d come back with his brother yet!

Booker reached out and stroked my hair. Thank goodness I’d just washed it, but it was still curly as I hadn’t used my Chi iron yet.

“I love the wild look.” He stepped closer. “Now that you and I have…” He paused with a deep sigh. “Consummated our bond…my brother longs to taste your blood. We have been searching a very long time for a woman brave enough to take this step.”

“Me?” I gasped. “You think I am brave?” My pulse picked up speed as did my breathing.

“I know you are.” He flashed a killer smile and I saw his fangs!

I shook my head. I had only caught a glimpse after his first bite before they receded beneath his disarming smile. But there they were, long and white, ready to bite. I shivered beneath the daunting charisma of these two men.

“You wrote us into existence,” Rider added in a voice so heavy with sensuality it was beyond description. The closet comparison I could make to Rider’s sexy voice would be eating Tiramisu. That first bite just teases every part of your mouth and slides down in heavenly fashion–that was Rider’s voice. “Did you think we’d not come for you one day?” His eyes held mine captive.

“I-I…” What was I saying? I had no idea! This was simply unreal.

They moved into position with Booker to my front and Rider behind me. Their hot and I mean HOT breath feathered my neck as Booker swept my hair into one hand and held it to the side. “We can’t stay long this time, angel,” he whispered. “But we need to seal our blood. Yours, mine and Rider’s…to complete the circle so that your transformation continues and completes successfully with no side effects.”

“Are you willing?” Rider murmured at my neck. “Will you receive us both at the same time?”

How could I say no? Would you? I doubt any warm-blooded female could resist what I faced at that very moment. “Yes…” I hesitated, then took a deep calming breath. “I accept both of you.” And though it felt like a dream or as if I’d just taken leave of reality for a short time, I welcomed them.

Two pair of hands swept over me and suddenly I felt naked though my clothes had not been removed. Their lips kissed and sucked my neck. One man at each side. They nipped and teased with sharp teeth as if preparing me for what would come next. My body tensed. A peculiar haze floated into the room. The dogs had become unusually quiet. Suddenly pain and instant pleasure as I’d never known rocked my body as they bit down at the same time. I bit my lip and grabbed their hair to endure the shockwaves racing through me. My legs were trembling so severely that I could barely stand. I felt their arms holding me up as their mouths sucked voraciously at my neck. Everything inside ached for their touch. I wanted them to strip me and take me right there. But I instinctively knew there’d be no sex this time.

Even so, my two vampire lovers did not disappoint. They oozed sexuality to the max and just their bite spiraled me straight into a wild climax. I shuddered in their strong embrace as they fed on my blood. What seemed like a long while later, they eased their fangs from my skin and soothed the puncture points with their tongues. The feeling was indescribable. I panted for breath while clutching handfuls of silky blond and black hair. I didn’t want to let them go.

Booker drew back just far enough so that our eyes met. I knew mine had to be as glassy as his from the intense exchange. After all, their arousal was clearly evident by the rock-hard bulges in those leather pants pressed against me. Rider dropped his head to the curve of my neck and wrapped himself around me from behind. His heavy breathing floated over me as did his inviting scent. I wanted him.

Booker brushed sweat-dampened hair from my face and stared down with those striking blue eyes. “You will grow stronger each day from here out. You belong to us now, nobody else.” He was so handsome and cool, I simply sighed in bliss.

“I look forward to our first mating,” Rider purred, as his fingers floated up and down my back. He stepped around to face me. “You’re blood is sweet and rich just as Booker said. I’m all yours, baby doll.”

“See you very soon.” Booker lifted my chin with one gentle finger then kissed my lips. I sighed again.

I glanced at Rider. Would he kiss me, too? Oh I so wanted to feel those sexy lips on mine.

He framed my face with both hands and gazed into my soul. I stared back, breathlessly, into those sinfully seductive dark depths. His lips touched mine in a succession of feathery kisses before he filled my mouth with his tongue. Ohhh, he tasted as amazing as his brother. I was in paradise!

Then in the next moment…they were gone.

Until next time,

Storm Savage

http://stormsavage.weebly.com/

 

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