Monday, June 23, 2008

An older poem - Facing the Truth Within

Sorry for being so quiet. Dealing with some things. I haven't been good company.
I'm pulling this from my archives. Somewhat appropriate for right now (insofar as general emotion, not specifically) and for some reason i really like this poem.

Facing the Truth Within

Door slams
scarred and weathered
with my pain.

Box closes
locking inside the secrets
I'll never tell.

Dreams scream
filled with outrage
and regret.

Mirror shines
with the emptiness
of obsessions.

Courage ripples
facing the truth
of self delusions.

Peace wraps
a comforting hope
for the days ahead.

Memories of you
as you steadily become
nothing to me.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Working Poem #2

Lingering Within Me

Night time brings you closer
that time
when i squeeze my eyes shut
and all my preconceptions
coalesce into a familiar vision
tenderly frail
ah, so easily broken...
held together only
by the beating of my heart.

Whispering words not yet heard
while trailing fingers
not yet felt,
you spread me wide and open
tremulous yearnings
for what might never be.

Awash in the creative waters
soul sinking back
splintered to the temporal,
your name
oh, it falls so easily
from my ambiguous lips...
only to have the night
whisk it away.

So i squeeze my eyes shut.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Thank You Everyone....

...for making this the best grand opening blog party evah. It was wild and fun and educational even. (Two male points of view on male nipples... I'm totally using that info in one of my stories.)
Great flash posted by Roscoe James, fabulous poem by Cat, a short by Gaddy and funny as hell poems by Mikey.
And ya'll cleaned out the bar. And Gaddy-darlin... those etchings... wow. ~heh~
As soon as RJ tells me who is the winner (I'm pretty sure I know who it is by default) I'll post it here and have RJ send you the book.

Thanks again... you guys rock.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

It's time! Let's the Party get started!

i just realized, iz gonna be dang embarrassing if no one shows up.

i can always get virtually drunk by myself.
Bars open and we have Shirley Bassey - GET THE PARTY STARTED to kick things off...
fabo video!

woooooo- Six Degrees of Sexy - Menz eyecandy. Link Here!

Per GingaPaul request (yayayayaaaa) - TREX... Bang a Gong

Reminder - Flash Fiction Blog Party Tonight

Anyone planning on showing up to play with me?
~making sad, sad puppy begging eyes~

'Member - Roscoe James is giving away a book.
(your ass better be here RJ or i'm flying to Mexico and kickin' it)
- Starting between 5:30 and 6:00pm EST and running until 10pm EST
- open virtual bar - whatever likker your heart desires
- flash fiction with no rules on topic and no typo police
- i'll even throw in some virtual strippers
what more could you ask for?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

S-S-s-s-ex scenes

One of the toughest things to write in erotica is sex scenes that don't sound like every other fucking ~heh~ sex scene you've read. Also keeping multiple sex scenes in a story fresh and not "canned." I personally think I totally SUUUUuuuuuUUUCK at writing sex scenes that are creative and unique. It's an area of weakness i'm working on improving. I kind of just toss them in there as the story chugs along and worry about "fleshing" them out later.
Recently in a writers' group meeting I read the following scene that I thought was going to be boo'd out of the room. To my extreme surprise I was told not to change it, that the humor worked and the scene was hot.

We always are our own worst critics, aren't we? I thought I'd gone a little over the top with this but it had everyone laughing so maybe.... maybe i'll just leave it alone...

Garrett chuckled at her sassy response then growled, "Darlin', that is the biggest fib I've ever heard. I may just have to spank you for that one." He felt her shiver and knew she was thinking about him tying her up, spanking her pretty bottom red, then using a toy on her. He could smell the flood of moisture that signaled her aroused state. Grabbing her chin firmly, he turned her face toward him and nibbled gently on her lips for a moment. Sucking on her plump bottom lip he battled the need to toss her down and mount her. Her gasp and subsequent sigh of pleasure unraveled the last threads of his control. The heat flared wildly between them and he groaned, pressing his lips harder against hers. His tongue drove in, spearing between her lips. He devoured her mouth, licking, and sucking as they both grew more and more frantic.
Ripping open her robe, he roughly squeezed her breast, then pulled and tweaked her nipple. Lexie moaned, and then cried out as he pinched her nipple hard before moving over to the other neglected one. Pulling his mouth from her, Garrett enveloped her breast between his lips, his teeth nibbling, then carefully biting. He increased the pressure of his nips until she cried out and clutched his head closer. She tasted heavenly. Lexie moaned his name in protest as he released her nipple with an audible pop. Ignoring her fingers that tried to tug him back to her abandoned breast, he danced his tongue down her body. The muscles in her stomach quivered as he licked his way down to her belly button, where he teased and nipped until she arched into him. Her scent and taste wrapped itself all through him. He felt his wolf stretching, reveling in the pleasure her flavor gave him. It felt as though the essence of her was seeping into his skin, wrapping around him and through him.
"I have to taste you." Garrett growled, "I have to taste you right now."
He leaned down and quickly pulled her panties off. Biting a path up her thighs he felt her tremble. The whimpering noises that escaped her were making him crazy. Everything about this woman made him crazy. His hands were shaking slightly as he used his thumbs to spread her wide, looking at the petals of her vulva for a long moment. Her pussy was wet and swollen, pulsing with visible hunger and calling for him to claim it. He nuzzled her with his nose, inhaling her musky scent then swiped his tongue across her clit, causing her to cry aloud before he dove in licking and biting at her labia like a wild man. She tasted sweet and tart. She tasted perfect. Garrett shuddered and shoved his tongue into her as deep as he could force it, desperate to drink down every drop of her.
Lexie couldn't believe the animal noises coming from her throat as she bucked and pushed her cunt against Garrett's mouth with helpless abandon. Never, never had she felt anything this good. The grunts and growls he made as he devoured her was making her completely lose her mind as her body tightened more and more, reaching for an explosive orgasm. It was too much. It wasn't enough. She had never dreamed anything could ever feel this good. Her fingers were tangled in his long hair, holding him in place as she moaned and begged for more. Close. She was so close and she knew it would unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced before.
Garrett's monster cock tapped her cheek, causing her to look over to where it dangled just beside her head. Should she…. oh hell, why not, Lexie thought, scooting herself under Garrett's legs so his cock hung dead center over her mouth. For some reason Garrett's freak of nature was making her mouth water. She took a tentative swipe across the tip with her tongue. Garrett reared up cursing, before diving back into her cunt with crazed abandon. Lexie smiled. Heh. Take that, she thought, then cried out as his teeth took hold of her clit and he sucked on it hard. Her pussy gushed, cream trickling past his feasting mouth and sliding down the crack of her ass. With determination and no small amount of revenge, Lexie swallowed the head of his cock, sucking and licking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit. She was definitely not a pro at giving blows, but if the sounds he was making were any indication she was doing just fine, thankyouverymuch. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed him with enthusiasm, determined to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
"Goddess damn!" Garrett howled, thrusting his hips helplessly, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Lexie gagged for a second, and then wrapped both hands around the beast to keep it from suffocating her. She stroked her hands up and down its wet length as she continued to suck and tease.
"Oh you evil bitch!" Garrett cried out, "That feels too damn good!"
His wicked tongue drove into her, reaching impossibly deep inside as he slide it in and out in a mimick of fucking that caused her to buck and wail. Garrett lifted his face from between her legs, his chin wet with her cream. "I'm about to come, Lexie. If you don't want to swallow, you better stop right this second."
Lexie sucked harder. Garrett roared, then latched on to her clit and bit. Lexie screamed and exploded, his cock thrusting even deeper, muffling the sound as they both came in a fury of thrusts and cries. She must have blacked out Lexie realized as she weakly lifted her head and looked over to where Garrett was still shivering and groaning.
"Baby, I'd hug you but I can't fucking move." Garrett mumbled.
Lexie snickered, and rested her head against his thigh.
"I can't either." She giggled. Looking over at his now deflated but still impressive cock, she said, "I still think you should be tagged as lethal."
"You say the nicest things," he mumbled into the blanket.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Working poem

And the Twain Shall Never Meet

Roaring rage
fists pale battering rams
held in check, barely,
he stands trembling -
head thrown back
rigid firm unmovable
chained in isolation
on his island for one.

Far, far away
locked behind spidery glass
she watches, unseen,
a ghost of her former trust -
fingers stroking
the tear stained barrier
locking her safely
in place.

Blog Unveiling Flash Fiction Party - Thursday

Roscoe James suggested that I hold a flash fiction session here as part of the celebration / unveiling of my "official" author blog. Okay, so he has his uses. ~LOL!~
So this coming up thursday we'll play flash fiction over here.
Those that haven't written flash before it's alot of fun.
Stories have to be kept to 100 words not including title.
Sometimes there's a theme but in this case I say y'all can write about whatever tickles your fancy. Genres can be any bloody thing you prefer from erotica to horror to suspense to humor. Typos aren't held against you - nuh uh... it's hard enough to kept it at 100 words, screw the finicky shit. ~grin~

It gets to be ALOT of fun, especially when there are a group of people playing together at the same time. For an example of flash fiction fun go to Liquid Silver's SEx blog where they hold a flash fiction session every sunday.

As a writer what this can do for you is help you think creatively on your feet and force you to edit yourself to the center cut meat of a story. It's a wonderful tool for honing your writing.

To sweeten the pot, RJ is going to give away a copy of his newly released book. It has an indian princess in it. ~smirking~
Okay, okay, she's not a princess.
I can pretend though if I want to.
Hope you'll join me next thursday...
love, hugs and kisses

Welcome to Casa de 'Kota

For the time being you'll only find irregular postings here. This here place is for serious business... well, as serious as I ever get. Writers, readers, artists and philosphers are welcome to share their ideas and experiences.

The process of writing, really of creating, is a lonely and completely introverted task. It is knotted and tangled entirely in our own heads as we grunt and try to untangle the mental threads to make it flow and shape itself into something of value. Whether that value is personal, for entertainment or to communicate some higher ideal doesn't really matter. It's the battle we wage within and then the sharing of the end results that really counts. Because creating in a vaccuum isn't really creating at all, is it?

So the flip side of the introversion is the necessary extroversion that forces a creative person to gather together nervous courage and share. We are forever feeding the small child inside, waving the drawing/writing/mangled papermache sculpture and yelling "look, i made this! do you like it?"

I have so many faces, wear so many hats and tapdance behind so many masks. It's all apart of life and of survival. But I'm thinking here, right here is where you'll find the real me hiding, wrapped in the security blanket of creativity. So welcome old friends and new. You keep my firelights glowing when the night gets unbearably dark.