Sometimes it is so hard!

I find it difficult to let go of my children.

I keep wanting to hang on for one more read thru, one more edit. Check one more word to make sure it is the right one. Play with the title one last time.

They are so vulnerable when they go off to the editors. Like delicate wisps of thought. Easily lost or misplaced.

Today I send off yet another short story into the grown up world. A slice of Hell.

I have a bit of a fascination with Hell and have a novel in the planning stages that I’ve wanted to write for several years. I just don’t feel I have the chops yet, but I’m getting them. This story is part of the path that will get me there.

Poor little thing.

Here’s hoping that it will be well received… and maybe I’ll drop one of the scenes I didn’t use into the blog… now there is a rather delicious thought!

Licks!

Tipping Points

The geek in me is having a ball thinking about different tipping points to write about for Clean Sheets’ new erotica contest The Tipping Point of Lust.

But then, I just love Clean Sheets!

But tipping points… those moments when something moves from a like to a love, a want to a need, from dream to desire. What “tips”? What changes? In another post I talked about how desire doesn’t come out of nowhere – we have to see before we want.

So where is that moment?

Once I stood next to a man, watching an amazing thunderstorm that was trapped in the valley, and felt an emotional shift. We were co-workers, had been taking small steps to becoming friends, but in that moment – standing very close to each other, without touching, watching the lightning strike the city I knew. The shift had been made and we would become lovers. It was an almost tangible change in the air.

But what about smaller tips?

• The kiss that is just a whisper of what is possible that then drowns you – spiraling out from your lips and flames into lust.
• The moment when you find out your new lover has a nearly unquenchable oral fixation.
• What if your partner’s nipples are his/her tipping points? Those lovely “on” switches that when flipped can make them come.
• When the sound of his voice is all it takes to make you dripping wet.
• What about that point where we tip into orgasm. That breathless moment where sensations become unbearable and you push forward, not out of desire but out of blinding need.  

And…

I think I’ve found my story…. But there are more out there. More tipping points…events small and large that take us into new territory…what are yours?

Licks!