by Jude Mason
After Jamie's horrendous post and the upheaval it's had in her life, both online and off, the post I had planned seems so trivial. Yes, we as authors of fantasy strive to immerse ourselves into our characters. Yes, we spend hours finding just the right words to take you, our readers, into the story. We're like any other fiction authors. We do our research, spend hours even days finding out all the details of how to become a cop, what it's like to drink the blood of a mortal, how the body would move as it became the cougar/wolf/animal changeling, or a thousand other things. Languages, customs, slang, terminology for a dozen, or more, scenarios our stories need.
Yes, we love our jobs. To me, sinking into what I call my writing mode, is so much a part of me I can't honestly imaging what it would be not to do it. It's work, sometimes damn hard work, but I adore it all. Submerging the ordinary Jude into, Johan, a raunchy, bisexual vampire in Night Games who's on the hunt for his female lover's kidnapper is one hell of a high. Of course, the girl has a job, so that took a little checking on. The vamps male lover, he needed to be completely in the picture, his story merged with the main character's... and he needed his backstory as well. It's not just a simple task of sitting down and off you go. If it were that simple, anyone could do this job.
The difficult ones are often the most rewarding. Awhile ago, I did a story called, Roses Have Thorns. Here's the blurb I use:
Roses Have Thorns - What happens when a hooker picks the wrong john? What happens when, a few months later, it happens again, but with a difference? The whores body becomes a vessel for revenge. Their names were Rose. And Rose is angry.
Warning: This book is classed as Erotic Horror, not for the faint of heart
Now, Rose is actually two 'women' and both of them are killed by the same man. The first ghostly Rose takes over the second woman's just as #2 is dying. Simply getting that little bit right was a challenge. About the only easy part was I'm female and so are my Rose's. The horror aspect was such an intense thing it took me weeks to get the work done. A story that would normally take me a few days to put together actually took much, much longer. Oh, by the way, this one is definitely not for the faint of heart, really! It's erotic horror at it's darkest.
Going from that to and creating something soft and sensual was a huge leap. Yet, it's what we all live for. We people our stories with characters who may be close to ourselves in some ways, but that's not what our readers want. They want fantasy and excitement, escapism and that's what we strive to give them.
There's Ambassador Sloan, the man chosen to meet the alien menace and save the known universe. The Shoon, not what the bureaucracy had thought of when they thought at all. Shoon Joining, could take humanity into completely uncharted territory, if only they're brave enough. Oh and the sex...that's where we all seem to get into trouble, isn't it?
It seems we're all fine as long as we close those damn bedroom doors. Once they're open though, we're targets for pretty much everyone. As a romance and erotic romance author, hell might as well stick in simple erotica author, I've been asked by dozens, if not hundreds of people, why I don't step into mainstream, do some real writing. There are dozens of answers, I suppose. But the real reason for me is, I adore my work. Sinking into a character and not closing those bedroom doors, allows me to share all of them with you, the readers.
Would you dream of asking Stephan King why he doesn't go into some other genre? I mean horror is just so, well horrible. He's got to be some kind of perverted serial killer to have written all those nasty books. Right?
Probably not. He's got one hell of an imagination, sort of like me, only his gets more attention and he's paid much much better. He researches his subjects. He makes notes and creates his characters the same as I do. He makes plot lines, rough drafts, re-writes and all the same things I do. But, as Stephan King, he closes the bedroom door.
I sneak in and tell it all. Jamie did the same thing and unfortunately paid a price - a price that I doubt I'll ever be able to fully comprehend. And all because of that damn bedroom door. It's all right to take your readers into the depths of some psycho's dreams of carnage, but, don't you dare delve into the loving, sexual side of a couple's relationship. Yes, some of these 'couples' have unusual relationships, but that very difference is what makes the world go around.
Perhaps one day, the people who can't abide our chosen genres will be brave enough to admit we're not as different as they are. A little empathy, a lot of imagination, some great people and voila, you have the makings for some hot reading. Sex, we all do it. Let's allow those who desire to read it the opportunity to do so, in peace. And, let's also encourage those who write it, to do so to the best of their abilities.
Hugs
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Love and Lust
by Jude Mason
A topic that had me thinking. There's a variety of the forms of love. You love your parents, you love your dog or cat, you love apples or asparagus, you love the town you live in, your country--yet each is different--feels different, means something different to you. They're love though, or I believe they are.
As an author, I've written dozens, if not hundreds of stories about love and what it means to the people who inhabit my books. Readers and publishers expect, and rightfully so, a story to go along with any lust these characters might feel for each other. You know, how they met, where they went, what they look like and why they were attracted to each other. Each of them has a different background and are looking for different things out of life. Some simply want to get free of the rat race, find a small corner of the world and someone to share it with. They want to 'fall in love' with the right person. That right person will be someone who compliments their kinks, foibles and attitude. A dominant man would perhaps be looking for a submissive woman:
From Selene's Awakening (Coming soon to Total E-Bound):
Holding her by one arm, he helped her to stand in front of him, facing him. The robe she had on hung open, her curves inches away. It was as if, suddenly, the angry, frustrated, spoiled bitch had vanished. She’d come to terms with her desires and with him and wanted to explore. Would she stay with him? Would she care for him?
He looked up into her eyes and smiled. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured in that sultry, sexy, voice he was growing to love. He wanted to hear more of it, and much more often.
“Slide the robe off, please.” He reached down and wound his fingers around the erection jutting from his groin.
Selene shrugged and his robe slipped off her shoulders, falling to the floor around her feet.
“Kneel in front of me, please,” David said in a soft, yet stern voice.
For an instant she stood looking down at him, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. She didn’t drop to her knees, but said, “I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I want you. I…I.” She lowered her eyes. “I want you to control me.”
“I know, my sweet lady. I sensed it in you very soon after you awoke.”
Or, perhaps the decades old vampire seeking someone who would be more permanent than the fleeting morsels they fed on--someone who knew and understood the torment of being undead:
From Night Games (Coming soon to Total E-Bound):
“True.” Johan slipped his fingers around the swelling length of flesh and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I can though. Save this for me.”
Chuckling, Petre placed his hand over top of Johan’s and moved it up and down the shaft of his cock. “It’s yours. Always yours.”
Johan looked deeply into his lover’s eyes, and felt the bond they shared deepen. Lifeless, they cared more for each other than either had ever done when they were human.
Johan winked and pulled his hand free. “I wonder if we shouldn’t get some clothes on before we wake her?”
Glancing down at himself then back up, Petre smiled. “Yeah, we don’t want to look more like rapists than rescuers.”
“No shit. For all she knows, she’s gone from one bunch of hoods to another. Follow me.” Johan turned and headed for the bedroom, and the closet full of clothes. Opening the doors wide, he took two robes from the hooks, one black velvet, the other dark blue silk, and held them up. “Which one?”
Petre took the silk robe and slipped it on. Johan slid into the other, belting it at the waist. Pushing his feet into a pair of slip-ons, he turned and headed back to where the woman lay stretched out on the sofa. On the way, he reached down and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed.
Yet, I can't ignore the feeling that lust has it's place and I'm drawn to exploring it in a variety of ways. You can lust after your wife/husband, you can feel lust for the woman or man you see in the street. There's no pleasantry, just the animal want.
There's also the lust for power, or revenge. The darker side of lust is as strong and compelling as the softer, more accepted side. Think of all the hookers, both male and female, who lust after the wealth and standings of those who buy their services. The buyer may lust, but what of the bought? Think of those poor souls who have nothing else but their lust to live, or their lust for revenge.
From Roses Have Thorns:
The room grew dim around them, as if the light couldn't permeate the dark misery transpiring. Clifford raised his head and watched her rifle through the assortment of leather and shiny metal lined up on the table. One hand searched, while the other wandered down her body, following a trail of scars. When her hand reached the soft fur covering her sex, her legs spread as if of their own volition. Her finger found its mark. Her clitoris was warped and torn, but the nerve endings had somehow survived enough to give pleasure. A harsh rub and she rode the wave, but stopped before she crested.
Feeling the sweet nearness of her climax, she gazed lustily at her prey. A glance at what her other hand had found, and she smiled. "This one I think." She lifted her hand and showed him a leather contraption of straps and buckles.
He nodded, solemnly, and didn't say a word. She took hold of his testicles with her dew covered fingers and pulled them away from his groin. One strap wound around the neck of his sack, separating the two round balls from his body. Rose jerked the straps tight then fastened the buckle and petted the lewdly presented jewels. Another strap circled the base of his prick, and she took great pleasure in pulling that one particularly snug while buckling it. The last strip of leather didn't have a buckle, but did have a clip at its end.
"Fun begins now, Clifford," Rose purred as she pulled the last strap to the end of the table and clipped it to a metal ring welded in place.
When Clifford's groan started, it was barely audible, but by the time she'd fastened the scrotum strap, the sound had risen to rumbling growl. The skin stretched paper thin over his balls. The tiny blue veins contrasted sharply to the white skin. Rose ran a finger over them, her nail lightly scraping the tight flesh.
"Yes!" he hissed and pushed his body toward her hand, as if seeking her pain-filled touch.
They lust for each other, for different reasons, but the feeling is undeniable.
Human emotions are amazing. I guess as writers it's up to us to draw the picture clearly and show the readers the love and lust of those we write about.
I'd love to hear what you all think about our topic this week. Love and Lust, such strong emotions with such wide variations of meaning.
A topic that had me thinking. There's a variety of the forms of love. You love your parents, you love your dog or cat, you love apples or asparagus, you love the town you live in, your country--yet each is different--feels different, means something different to you. They're love though, or I believe they are.
As an author, I've written dozens, if not hundreds of stories about love and what it means to the people who inhabit my books. Readers and publishers expect, and rightfully so, a story to go along with any lust these characters might feel for each other. You know, how they met, where they went, what they look like and why they were attracted to each other. Each of them has a different background and are looking for different things out of life. Some simply want to get free of the rat race, find a small corner of the world and someone to share it with. They want to 'fall in love' with the right person. That right person will be someone who compliments their kinks, foibles and attitude. A dominant man would perhaps be looking for a submissive woman:
From Selene's Awakening (Coming soon to Total E-Bound):
Holding her by one arm, he helped her to stand in front of him, facing him. The robe she had on hung open, her curves inches away. It was as if, suddenly, the angry, frustrated, spoiled bitch had vanished. She’d come to terms with her desires and with him and wanted to explore. Would she stay with him? Would she care for him?
He looked up into her eyes and smiled. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured in that sultry, sexy, voice he was growing to love. He wanted to hear more of it, and much more often.
“Slide the robe off, please.” He reached down and wound his fingers around the erection jutting from his groin.
Selene shrugged and his robe slipped off her shoulders, falling to the floor around her feet.
“Kneel in front of me, please,” David said in a soft, yet stern voice.
For an instant she stood looking down at him, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. She didn’t drop to her knees, but said, “I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I want you. I…I.” She lowered her eyes. “I want you to control me.”
“I know, my sweet lady. I sensed it in you very soon after you awoke.”
Or, perhaps the decades old vampire seeking someone who would be more permanent than the fleeting morsels they fed on--someone who knew and understood the torment of being undead:
From Night Games (Coming soon to Total E-Bound):
“True.” Johan slipped his fingers around the swelling length of flesh and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I can though. Save this for me.”
Chuckling, Petre placed his hand over top of Johan’s and moved it up and down the shaft of his cock. “It’s yours. Always yours.”
Johan looked deeply into his lover’s eyes, and felt the bond they shared deepen. Lifeless, they cared more for each other than either had ever done when they were human.
Johan winked and pulled his hand free. “I wonder if we shouldn’t get some clothes on before we wake her?”
Glancing down at himself then back up, Petre smiled. “Yeah, we don’t want to look more like rapists than rescuers.”
“No shit. For all she knows, she’s gone from one bunch of hoods to another. Follow me.” Johan turned and headed for the bedroom, and the closet full of clothes. Opening the doors wide, he took two robes from the hooks, one black velvet, the other dark blue silk, and held them up. “Which one?”
Petre took the silk robe and slipped it on. Johan slid into the other, belting it at the waist. Pushing his feet into a pair of slip-ons, he turned and headed back to where the woman lay stretched out on the sofa. On the way, he reached down and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed.
Yet, I can't ignore the feeling that lust has it's place and I'm drawn to exploring it in a variety of ways. You can lust after your wife/husband, you can feel lust for the woman or man you see in the street. There's no pleasantry, just the animal want.
There's also the lust for power, or revenge. The darker side of lust is as strong and compelling as the softer, more accepted side. Think of all the hookers, both male and female, who lust after the wealth and standings of those who buy their services. The buyer may lust, but what of the bought? Think of those poor souls who have nothing else but their lust to live, or their lust for revenge.
From Roses Have Thorns:
The room grew dim around them, as if the light couldn't permeate the dark misery transpiring. Clifford raised his head and watched her rifle through the assortment of leather and shiny metal lined up on the table. One hand searched, while the other wandered down her body, following a trail of scars. When her hand reached the soft fur covering her sex, her legs spread as if of their own volition. Her finger found its mark. Her clitoris was warped and torn, but the nerve endings had somehow survived enough to give pleasure. A harsh rub and she rode the wave, but stopped before she crested.
Feeling the sweet nearness of her climax, she gazed lustily at her prey. A glance at what her other hand had found, and she smiled. "This one I think." She lifted her hand and showed him a leather contraption of straps and buckles.
He nodded, solemnly, and didn't say a word. She took hold of his testicles with her dew covered fingers and pulled them away from his groin. One strap wound around the neck of his sack, separating the two round balls from his body. Rose jerked the straps tight then fastened the buckle and petted the lewdly presented jewels. Another strap circled the base of his prick, and she took great pleasure in pulling that one particularly snug while buckling it. The last strip of leather didn't have a buckle, but did have a clip at its end.
"Fun begins now, Clifford," Rose purred as she pulled the last strap to the end of the table and clipped it to a metal ring welded in place.
When Clifford's groan started, it was barely audible, but by the time she'd fastened the scrotum strap, the sound had risen to rumbling growl. The skin stretched paper thin over his balls. The tiny blue veins contrasted sharply to the white skin. Rose ran a finger over them, her nail lightly scraping the tight flesh.
"Yes!" he hissed and pushed his body toward her hand, as if seeking her pain-filled touch.
They lust for each other, for different reasons, but the feeling is undeniable.
Human emotions are amazing. I guess as writers it's up to us to draw the picture clearly and show the readers the love and lust of those we write about.
I'd love to hear what you all think about our topic this week. Love and Lust, such strong emotions with such wide variations of meaning.
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