Sasha White

A few days ago I pondered the whole..reason for being here and the search for meaning thing. Today, on a lighter note…I did this quiz.

You Are Elektra

“You don’t know how I feel. I want revenge.”

I don’t really think Beth needs any introduction around here, but I can’t sop myself. She’s my critique partner, my friend, and a very talented and versatile writer. I begged and bribed to get her to contribute to this collection, and I’m so very glad she did. And here’s what she has to say about it;

Secret Thoughts was my first opportunity to dip my toe into the erotica pool. With Sasha’s encouragement, I spread my literary and imaginative wings and flew. Although most of my stories before Secret Thoughts have been hot, I pushed that hot to scorching. I’ve always written historical, then moved into contemporary, but always erotic romance, and always novel or novella length.

I took that one step further and wrote two erotic short stories for Secret Thoughts, one historical and one contemporary. The historical, Southern Heat, was a fantasy of mine (and many others) - sex with an anonymous, sexy stranger. My contemporary, Behind the Hedge, drew me completely out of my comfort zone and into an incredibly sensual world of voyeurism, and hot male/male and female/female sex. Another wild fantasy, watching then participating.

I always love to explore where I haven’t been before and Secret Thoughts: Erotique gave me the horse to ride.

A little bit of Southern Heat from Beth;

Southern Heat — excerpt

Emmeline finally arrived just beside the pond. She pressed her damp, sticky back against the rough bark of the pine and felt a small broken branch pushing into her spine. Ignoring the discomfort, she braced herself to peek around the tree.

And promptly forgot her name.

The moonlight shone through the trees onto the pond like a porch light, illuminating both the water and the wet, naked man.

He was beautiful. It wasn’t a word she had ever applied to a man. But he was.

He was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a matt of hair on his muscular chest. She couldn’t tell the exactly color of his hair, but it was probably blond. He was floating on his back, sweeping his long arms up and down, gently moving from one side of the pond to the other. He looked like a creature of the sea, full of liquid strength and grace.

But what really drew her attention was what was lying between his legs. She’d never seen a naked man before, of that she was certain. She was also certain that his had to be extraordinary. She’d heard the cook talking to the maid about it once before her parents had died and the servants dismissed. They’d called it a “cock”.

His cock was big and reached nearly to his belly button. And what was below them, she heard them call “balls” although they weren’t exactly round, they were covered with hair, probably dark blond in color, and looked like very large plums. Juicy ones.

Suddenly the dampness in her dress wasn’t the only thing wet on her body. She was wet between her legs. Reaching down, she touched herself through her dress and shuddered. She bit her lip to the point of pain to contain a moan. How could just looking at a naked man do this? Her nipples were hard points rubbing against her damp clothing. They were throbbing in tune with her vagina. What had cook called that? Oh, yes, her pussy. The names were naughty and just knowing them was enough to push up her pulse even higher.

She saw him reach the edge of the other side of the pond. He stood, the water sluicing off him to reveal an absolutely perfect behind. It was round, yet firm, and she found herself wanting to run over and caress it, squeeze it…to bite it.

When do you resign yourself to not finding what you want? I’m not just talking abotu a man, or a relationship here, but about anything and everything.

I tend to be a person who see’s what I want, and I go after it. And I usually get it…but what happens when you get it, and find out it’s not enough? It’s not filling that hole inside you that you thought it would. What if you find the perfect man, only to figure out you don’t want him, at least not all the time. What about if you finally get your dream job, only to discover that it’s just another job? What about if you start to lose wieght only to start sabatoging yourself, because if you finally do lose that weight, you lose that thing you blame everything else on?

Am I the only one who feels this way sometimes? I admit it, there are times when I feel a little lost. Times when I wonder why I am here. Yes, here on earth. I do believe we all have a reason for being here - a lesson to learn, or to teach….but will we ever know what that lesson is?

*smiles* I just realized that this post could come across as depressed, but it’s not meant to be. I’m not depressed at all…lol… just contemplative. Maybe it’s the New Year, maybe it’s that I’m finally realizing my age…maybe it’s just that I’ve had too much caffiene? Anyway, just thought I’d share some thoughts.

He came back to me and undid my blouse, and then the front clasp of my bra. Strong hands cupped my breasts and I pressed my ass back into his erection.

Then I heard him pick up the belt. My head snapped back to search his face. He kissed my shoulder and waited. So I took a deep breath, smiled and tilted my ass up to get ready for the sting of leather on my skin.

He laughed. “I take it you’ve done this before.”

I managed a nod.

The strip of black finally touched me, but not in the way I expected. It snaked around my hips and dropped down to capture my thighs. Cold metal went deep into my leg as he buckled it tight, then he helped me get closer to the wall, stopping only when my nipples brushed its clammy surface. He stroked the sides of my tits and watched while his movements dragged the tight dark tips over the dimples of the painted cinderblocks. Then his hands went south and caressed my ass.

The first slap was loud. It echoed through the library and broke the silence I fought to maintain on a daily basis. The next was muffled but solid, making me tingle and buzz with pleasure. The smacks came slowly, like he wanted to make sure I was okay. To know when he’d crossed the line between pleasing and hurting. Hot flickers of sweet pain grew into a flame. My pussy trembled with each new sting and wept with joy down the curves of my inner thighs.

Laura Bacchi has talent. There is no other way to put it. She can write sweet, she can write raw, and she can certainly do edgy! I’m so pleased she accepted my invitation ot be part of the Secret Thoughts: Erotique Collection.

Now, from Laura Bacchi to you: How Prison Helped My Writing

When I hit my mid-thirties, something happened with my hormones. Just one whiff of a guy, any guy, made me weak in the knees. Made me sweat and think horrible, terrible, naughty things and kept me on the edge of instant arousal. It was around this time that I landed a job in an all-male prison.

One horny woman in the midst of hundreds of heavily tattooed sex-deprived men who worked out several hours a day could’ve made for a lethal combination, but it all worked out just fine. I took the prison’s dump of a library and turned it into a haven for the guys, an escape from their dreary, lonely existence. I tossed the mildewed Reader’s Digest Condensed Books from 1976 and gave them New York Times bestsellers, cutting edge fiction, and up-to-date reference books. They in turn gave me respect and, unbeknownst to them, enough fantasy fodder to last for years to come.

But most importantly they taught me things that helped my writing, like keep the dialogue tight. Words mean a lot in prison. They can get you hurt or earn an inmate’s undying gratitude. Whether you’re staff or on the other side of the bars, you have to mean what you say, get to the point, and remember that a little humor goes a long way. You’d better have your words right in a place like this — know when to be funny and when to mean business. While working here, the dialogue in my stories acquired more zing. It got snappier. It got more real. I have the guys in blue to thank for that.

And being around these men taught me that every experience can give you a story. Or lots of stories. You just have to open yourself up to what’s happening around you. Take it all in. From witnessing fights on the yard to relishing in rumors of illicit love between staff and inmates, I ended up with plenty of material to work with. But when I look back on my other jobs, stories were there as well. It took an extreme environment like prison to make me see the richness in life, be it everyday stuff or something extraordinary.

One of my tales in Secret Thoughts: Erotique takes place in a prison. No, none of the things in the story ever happened, but, oh, if they had… When you train for a prison job, they warn you about the inmates, but not the guards. I just love a man in a uniform, and I hope you like Officer Rob Mendoza in “Sanchez Shake-Down.” After reading it, you’ll know some of my most secret thoughts ;)

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I’m the first to admit my body is far from perfect. I’ll also admit that when I used this photo in my ezine a year or so ago, one of my co-workers made some pretty judgemental comments about fat people covering up. But Half Nekkid Thursday isn’t about the perfect body, it’s about the celebration of it…so..once again, my Half Naked Body on the beach in Greece.

From Secret Thoughts: Erotique contributer Salacious Desires an amazingly sensual writer who knows how to get into your mind, and make you feel

To write the act of sex, the coming together of two individuals, be it soft and sensual or hard and raw, is an honor and a pleasure, but it isn’t always easy. No, truth be told, it can be downright frightening at times.

Why? You ask. Well, for me, the answer is simple really…

Sex, whether it’s laced with love or merely fueled by lust, is by far the most intimate act two people can share, be they lovers or complete strangers, without some semblance of feeling, the act itself becomes baseless and to a degree, clinical. And, to be honest, when I crack open an erotica novel, the last thing I want to read is some clinical dissertation on how Tab “A” fits into Slot “B”. No, what I want are the feelings; the heat and the passion and the sweat and the tears and the come.

And it’s that, capturing those feelings, which makes writing sex so bloody frightening, and so bloody important. But that alone isn’t why I write it.

Awhile back someone, my mother I think, asked me why, with all the genres there are to choose from, I’ve chosen erotica, and to that I replied…

[...To me, erotica is like a love, a lover, a friend, a savior. It is a way to express my feelings, my desires, my wants, my needs, my insecurities and my fears regarding my sexuality through words that aren't meant to merely arouse sexual desires but to stimulate the mind as well, to make the person who's reading those words I've written feel something, anything, it doesn't matter as long as they feel...]

And if, after reading my words, you have felt something, then I’ve done my job.

Here is a teaser from BURN, one of her stories in the Secret Thoughts:Erotique Collection.

… I can feel your cock pressed against me through the soft material of your pants and God, you’re so hot, so hard. It’s intoxicating. Your fingers flex restlessly against my ass and I can’t help but moan.

Your tongue, soft and wet, begins to trace the line of my jaw and as you move up to tease my ear with the very tip of your tongue, you whisper, “I want you.”
I slip my hand between us, cupping you and press the curve of my palm against the rigid length of your cock, “Then take me.” …

BIO: Salacious Desires (http://salaciousdesires.wordpress.com/) is as lovely as she is talented. Visitors to her personal blog will discover not only a woman composed of deliciously supple curves, curled tresses and full, inviting lips, but a sensual sophistication and sexual wit that sets the bar high for others who choose, like her, to share their insights and experiences with sexuality. With but 250 words she can raise your temperature and make you ache splendidly for more.

Another Great review for KINK has come in. This one is from Fresh Fiction and they say

“If you’re looking for extremely sexy and erotic romance, this is it.”

Now How about that? I have to say, this pleases me to no end. Saskia Walker and I have beenin quite a few short story anthologies together, both of us starting out that way, so this two story two author anthology with just her and I is something that I knew would rock! And sure enough, reviewers and advance readers are agreeing!

I can’t wait for it to hit the stores at the start of February, I want readers to be reading it now. LOL But then again, like all things erotic, anticapation can only make it better. Right?

I went on a date this weekend. And surprisingly, I really liked the guy. I still liked him when we said good bye too. A friend asked me last night if he was going to call me. Well, to be honest, he never said - and I never asked.

Prepare yourself for my rambling thoughts!

Part of me really wants to let myself get excited, to believe that I might’ve found a guy who could be not only what I want, but what I need. By this I mean, he doesn’t live in the city. People who don’t know me very well often think I’m nuts when I say my perfect man would be a long - but not too long - distance relationship. I want a boyfriend. Someone who is more than lover, but nothing to majorly serious. If things got serious - after a time - then fine, but I know myself, and I know my own obsessive persoinality that sometimes gets me in trouble. By that I mean, I meet a guy, I like him I feel a connection, he usually feels it too, we get together, we spend a weekend together, or see eachother three times in one week, and by the end of that third time I’m not interested anymore. It’s like overdosing, or too much too soon. The worst thing is, when I get that suffocated feeling, he wants more. I’ve been told I’m worse than a man cuz I want to close up shop and run when aguy gets too close. But I really think it’s just because it happens too fast. I want a man who is strong enough to make me take it slow. Someone who makes it clear he’s interested, thathe wants me, but one who won’tlet me run things. LOL

Does any of this make sense?

So, this guy I had a date with on the weekend. He lives out of town, so seeing him too much too fast would be pretty damn hard…and that appeals to me. That’s not all that appeals to me though.

He’s older than me. And experienced. He reacted to my writing in the perfect way…interested and intrigued and turned on, but not sleazy at all. He was charming. He opened the door for me, he held my hand while we walked. He made me laugh and he made me wet with just a look.

Now that I’ve said all of this, I’ve probably jinxed things, and I’ll probably never hear from/ see him again. However, I’d almost be okay with that too, because he gave me something I’ve never had before - A real date, and hope that I just might find what I am looking for.

There are 6 authors in the Secret Thoughts Anthology and more than a dozen very hot and erotic short stories.

The anthology releases on January 30th, so until then, every couple of days, I’m going to give you a small introduction to those authors. I admit it, Secret Thoughts: Erotique is my baby. I chose the stories for it, and I arranged them, and I really love them..so I really want you to give them a try. Hopefully you’ll not only enjoy the tantalizing taste of so many differnt styles, but you’ll find a new-to-you author you really like.

So on Wednesday, I’m going to start introducing you all to the authors.

Wow! You all worked so hard on that Scavenger Hunt! I’m thrilled.

Okay First place winner for the Main prize pack is LINDA H!! Whoo Hooo Linda!

And I also have two second place prizes. (I picked them at teh same time. LOL) So will Kaisquared and Phyllis N Crabtree email me via the contact button as well. I have a copy of THE COP or PURE SEX for each of you. You’re choice whihc one.