When Things Get Personal

Hopefully no one is actually counting blog posts.

If they are I should explain.

Something wondrous has entered my life, quietly on padded feet. Just as quietly he has turned my life upside down.

I don’t like to talk about it.

I’m afraid rather than my brutal honesty you are stuck with poetic glances that side step the truth of the situation.

The blog has fallen on hard times. I know I’ve been away a lot. It’s been difficult to keep my tone light and breezy. For several months I couldn’t write abot sex… that was awkward. Then I could but I didn’t want to as I watched my private life filter into my writing.

It used to do that all the time – I’d pull from my dates, my lovers, my relationships – but now I didn’t want to. It felt like a betrayal of a trust.

Every man I’ve dated since I started writing erotica has known what they were getting into. All were curious… Some even dated me because of it…

This was different.

I’ve met someone who took the time to know me. He didn’t assume or create an idealized image that only vaguely resembled me. He didn’t pick the parts he liked and try to change those he didn’t. He lets me be nothing more, nothing less than myself. I hope I do the same.

We aren’t perfect, my love and I, but we are honest.

That’s where I’ve been. What I’ve been up to and the journey I’ve embarked on.

If, like my friend Jeff, you are worried about me walking away from the sex – don’t! I’ve found my balance again and as we speak am working on a piece that takes place in Hell. And another about a man who equates women to flowers… he like the orchids best. I just had to push myself farther into my imagination rather than culling straight from my life. It took awhile.

I’ve also started my first full length novel. We’ll see how it goes.

For now, thank you for not deserting me, all the best!

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Countdown!

The 3-Day Novel Contest is almost upon us.

Last year was the first year I participated and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my creative life. I’m wise enough to know that this year will be different – but I still want to try. Get the house clean, the kitchen stocked, and get ready to hunker down and write for 72 hours and produce a novel.

But before I can do that… I need to finish the final draft of the new short story – pleasure, pain, torment, women in leather, and a very bad man. And get a first draft of the rewrite of The Turquoise Box – which has taken on a life of its own and is making me worried.

Oh, and research… must get research for the 3-Day Novel story…. Sigh!

11 day 9 hours 50 minutes and counting…

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Oh, my lovelies!!!

It began as a tale of woe…

On Wednesday the 28th of July I received a quarterly statement for my story Hunting for Possibilities that I sold to Ravenous Romance back in March.

I didn’t know it had been published.

…and I’d sold a whopping 2 copies.

You can imagine my frustration and embarassment… the email had gone astray and I had no idea my poor paranormal erotic piece was sitting out there all alone.

I’ve been in sales and marketing too long to think that “if you build it they will come”.

So, I immediately posted the existence of the story on various blogs and social media tools, then wrote up a to-do list for marketing my story, and by Sunday evening – with the help of all of my friends and readers – was the #1 seller in the Fantastica category and #6 overall.

Thank you!

Thank you all!!!

But this is just the beginning. If you believe in me and love the stories I tell help keep the momentum going… nothing is as powerful as word of mouth.

I’ll have more information on publications, events, and flash fiction as they happen.

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Whoop!!!!! Hunting for Possibilities Published

Greetings lovely ones!

My first paranormal erotic short story has been published by Ravenous Romance!

Always hunting for her next fix, Ti spends her life feeding off the sexual energy of humanity, and nothing gives her a better fix than sex. Although she's sampled many different types of men, one type has always eluded her - the one who would be able to stay. While out hunting one night, her world is turned upside down when a sexy stranger provides her the feast of her life and the possibility of something more...

Escape to a world of danger and pleasure with Emma Greer's sizzling tale of succubus love and lust!

You can find the story here
 
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Sex and the Single Vampire

Sigh…

I’ve spent the better part of the last month reading all the paranormal and urban fantasy I can get my hands on. Which is a lot. And I have to say… wow!

Some of it is soooo ummy.

However, you will hear nothing but dislike for shiny sparkly vampires – so don’t get me started. I also wonder at the lack of depth of the sex scenes in the first Sookie books – but then I have very high standards. For sex – and for stories of things that go bump in the night.

I have a dirty little secret.

I love horror flicks. And ghost stories. Early Stephen King. And M. R. James.

When I was younger, I broke my collarbone and ended up in a brace all summer. No swimming, no camp, no nothing for the gimp girl. So I did what any self respecting future writer does – I read.

…and read, and read.

Everything there was in the library that was about things that go bump in the night. Eventually this lead to many sleepless nights as I imagined all sorts of things in my room and beyond. Oh, but it was worth it.

Somehow sex and horror mix well.

But I was talking about sex and vampires… and yes, I did finally find a book that met my criteria.

1) not about teenagers
2) good sex scenes and
3) fun, exciting, engaging plot.

Also the main character Cat doesn’t act like a pushover, neurotic, wimp. She has her moments and I do feel in the third and fourth book there is too much reliance on her mental foibles for plot movement – but I forgive Jeaniene Frost because in the end I never felt cheated or disappointed.

Oh, and then there is Bones.

So if you are looking for something with sex, knives, and non-sparkly vampires give –





























And yes, I put them in order left to right!!!

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Changing Direction

Gentile Readers – I’ve been away.

I know shame on me. But, before you start throwing nipple clamps at me, it was for a good cause.

I started my first novel.

After all… what is a girl to do once she’s written a short stories and novellas? Isn’t a novel the next frontier?

With the last novella that I wrote my focus shifted. It became more about the story, the adventure, than about the sex. This is a big deal because I’ve always self identified as an erotica writer.

I think I may be becoming something else.

Don’t get me wrong – I love the sex. Thinking. Imagining. Writing. It is just that I found myself drawn to the fight and flight scenes, the moments between, and developing the characters on the sidelines that move the plot forward.

Anyway – so I’m moving into the realm of what is known as Paranormal Erotica and Urban Fantasy. Trust me – there will still be sex. My friend JC is very worried that there won’t be enough sex but I promised him there would be. But it will walk hand in hand with the plot rather than moving it forward on its own.

So forgive me my absence – a novel is a very serious undertaking – and if you can find it in your heart forgive me my desertion.

As always….

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Emma's Erotic Sketches - The Kiss

It was a good kiss, just tentative enough, with a blaze of passion behind it.

He had warmed her mouth with his lips, and pressed against her so that she could feel the length of him, hard against her stomach. She remembered being delighted by that, it was as unexpected as the kiss.

Naked under her dress, briefly she wondered what he would do if he discovered that. If he would be bold enough to dip his finger in the pooling juices that were coursing out of her. His hand brushed the curve of her breast and she felt her nipples jump.

And that was it… a perfect kiss. She had taken his phone and put her number in it and then left. The kiss was not in line with her reading of him. Bemused, she wanted time to think. Had she been wrong? He seemed so young and inexperienced. Yet that kiss.

She brushed her lips lightly with her fingers and wondered….

Emma Greer

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Missing Him

She was lying in bed missing the feel of him and the warmth of his body next to hers. Thinking of all the things they had done and all the things she wanted to do kept herself distracted. It was a good distraction. But it hurt as much as it helped.

She dreamed of him taking her while she was sleeping. The two of them spooned on the bed she asleep. He would press the head of his cock between her legs, gently, only to find that she was moist.

Finding the entrance inviting he starts to move wondering how far he can get before she wakes. She is so wet that it is easy to thrust in and he presses his hips against her ass, feeling his cock disappear again and again into her pussy.

Half-asleep still she feels his full length enter burying himself deep inside her. As his pace increases she wakes with a cry of an unexpected orgasm.

In her cold bed she moans, fingers inside, teasing out the last shivers of her climax.

Emma Greer

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Emma's Fav Erotic Stories

I thought I would play around with my new toy - sometimes I am such a geek!

Blogspot has let me link to Amazon and now I can write about, recomend, and link directly to books that I love. I thought I'd start with some old friends.

Emma's Favs

I loaned my copy of Aqua Erotia  to a lover and never got it back which has to indicate something…yes?

Best points - it's waterproof so yes, you can take it in the bath or shower and while away a lovely evening masturbating to the delicious short stories.

As a gift - pair it with candles, bathoils, and a water proof vibrator (Valentien's Day is next month after all) or maybe one of those heavenly sponges to help you get all wet and soapy.

The only down side is that many of the stories are more literary than pornographic - however there is more than enough good sex to cause you to squrim.

The Story of O by Pauline Reage is always a favorite.

But then this story has been on my mind for awhile. I'm currently working on a story about an artist's model and painter who are commissioned to do a series of paintings based on the novel.

Not as graphic as one would expect given its history - but as a period piece concerning BDSM in the early part of the 20th Century - it is still an amazing read and should be in the collection of anyone who considers themselves a coinsure of literary erotica.

Delta of Venus was my very first book of erotica.

I was young, and my lover was much older than me. One day while I was staying at his house and he was away I searched the bookshelves for a book to keep me company - I found this and it changed my life.

I had no idea that sex could be so poetic, brutal, prolonged, and brief.

Nin altered the way we looked at sex, providing a feminine view point that is missing from much erotic literature that came before her. The language is blunt and to the point even as it soars singing of experience for experience sake.

Susie Bright always brings the best together in her "Best American Erotica" series - however the 10th Anniversary Edition has some of my favorites.

Including – “The Erotic Adventures of Jim and Louella Parsons by Bertice Berry, an unexpected story of the impact conversation can have on your sex life and Lisa Wolfe’s “How to Make a Cake” a delightful fantasia combining sex and cooking.

It also has a selection of some of the best of the last ten years including – My Professor by Ivy Topiary, The Hit by Steven Saylor, writing as Aaron Travis, and my personal favorite “She Gets Her Ass Fucked Good” by Rose White and Eric Albert.

I’m always meaning to pick up more of these – the 15th Anniversary edition came out in 2008. I’m sure it is delicious.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Penultimate Moments – Part II

As the plane settled into the gate and nestled up against the ramp, the passengers, too long in their seats, stood up and stretched in preparation.

Meg pulled her computer case from under the seat in front of her, put on her coat, and grabbed her purse. She was far enough back that it would take time for the rows ahead to clear, but that was fine. It would give her a chance to breathe and clear her mind of thoughts of Philip, but it couldn’t be done. As usual he had overwhelmed her. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew he felt the same. As much as Meg liked to keep her private life private, she was no prude. She enjoyed sex, and all of the games that surrounded it.

Meg had never expected to find a man who would be a willing partner in fulfilling her fantasies. Other men had given lip service to it, but none of them had really enjoyed it. There were so many varieties of sex to experience – even without getting really kinky or introducing toys into the mix – but most of her previous lovers came with sexual baggage. She wanted someone who would throw themselves into sex with abandon. She found that with Philip. He simply enjoyed it, enjoyed her.

The night that she had asked him to tease her was a revelation. He teased her up to and over into an orgasm – using his hands and voice alone. There was no penetration; he simply stroked her until she begged to be taken – to have something inside her, to provide her with relief. The more she begged the more he teased… telling her all the things that he wouldn’t do to her, all the while his fingers hinted at the promise. She was on top of him; he had both hands wrapped around her ass, playing with her. Her hips begged, swaying against his hands. Holding her tightly he prevented her from satisfying herself, yet in the end he couldn’t prevent her and she had come. He held her as the organism overtook her.

Days later she got up the nerve to ask him if he had enjoyed teasing her, his response was enthusiastic. Philip found it amazing that he could bring her to organism like that and from then on he delighted in finding new ways to hold her in suspense. There were times, when he would do nothing but tease her, to see how crazed he could make her. He loved watching her body undulate beneath his hands, responding to his touch, and begging to be taken.

Her thoughts took her through the gate and down to the luggage. She saw him before he saw her. She loved the look of him, tall with broad shoulders, the warmth of his eyes, and his broad welcoming smile that she could never resist. Hanging back for a moment Meg took a deep breath. Philip had no qualms about public displays of affection – she however did. His delight in seeing her always overrode her reluctance. How could she not give in when he wanted her so much? Once she was in his arms, kissing him, the world would slip away and she would no longer care.

She smiled at him, as their eyes met. She walked at her usual brisk pace to meet him. Within moments his arms where around her, and she was being lifted off the ground completely secure in his embrace. As he kissed her, one hand found her ass beneath her coat. The other hand wrapped around her back, holding her to him. She gave into his kiss. It warmed her from lips to toes and she answered every sensation and returned every touch. Time fell away and she had no idea how long they kissed, forever or a moment. It was all the same to her.

To be continued...

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Erotica – the male of the species

I was out drinking… and eating… and talking…

The subject of erotica came up. I know big surprise. The surprise was when one of my party made the comment that women write better erotica than men.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “Then you can’t have read Jeremy Edwards!”

Oh yes, that started the fun… discussing the difference between how men and women view sex, view porn, and what makes porn different from erotica. Everyone had their own opinion… usually degrading pornography and elevating erotica.

Interesting… especially when you consider that the general sense was porn was for men and erotica for women. Another thing that seemed to arise that indicated a dividing line between porn and erotic was story. Erotica told a story, or a more complex story than boy meets girl for sex.

So I went surfing and found some delightful definitions of porn and erotica…

Pornography: creative activity (writing or pictures or film etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire.

Hmmm…. So, this would include all those “man walks into x and sees woman (or women) and commences to have sex”. Or alternatively “man opens door and sees woman (or women) and commences to have sex”.

Erotica: works of art, including literature, photography, film, sculpture and painting, that deal substantively with erotically stimulating or sexually arousing descriptions.

So really… the difference between erotica and porn is in the eye of the beholder. What did Justice Stewart write regarding an obscenity trial in 1964? “…I know it when I see it.” The funny thing is, that was 1964. In 1969 Midnight Cowboy received an X rating for its portrayals of sex and drugs. I just watched it and there is more nudity and drugs in the average teen flick these days let alone Sex and the City.

But back to Jeremy Edwards.

For anyone who thinks that women write better erotica – please check out Mr. Edwards. One of his latest short pieces is in the archives at Clean Sheets and his blog is here.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches Penultimate Moments – Part I

Penultimate Moments – Part I

He chuckled, “what’s your seat number?”

“13D.”

“I’m starting too like that number. It isn’t that unlucky, you always do get here eventually…. Remember hitting the room that one night in Memphis? My plane was late; you arrived on a different flight?”

“Yes…” she remembered, when she had entered the room with the key that he had hid behind the garbage can on the 13th floor, he had surprised her.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Soft music played in the background and before she had a chance to take it all in he came out of the bedroom and without a saying a word, picked her up and kissed her. She always hated being picked up, and yet she couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than being held in his arms. When he put her down, he had gone down on his knees and laid his head against her tummy.

Lifting her shirt, he began kissing it over and over again. She felt drunk, and again he had melted all of the travel stress away.

“I kissed your tummy, and then your nipples…. Remember?”

“Yes…. But not here…” she pleaded, the memory of his hand moving behind her back, pushing her breast closer to him, and watching him take her nipple into his mouth. She opened her eyes wide and focused on the plane, her fellow travelers, anything to stop the throbbing between her legs. Her nipples contracted hard and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body struggling with the memory of his mouth on hers, she wanted to give in, and yet she was in a plane full of people. Granted most of those people were too engrossed in their own thoughts and frustrations to notice. Still Meg wanted not to flush, not to give anything away, but his words had done their work, and Meg was warm, moist and afraid that at any moment she would start dripping down her thigh.

“Not now…” she pleaded.

“Why not?” He teased her. “Remember the feel of my mouth on your breast, my tongue licking your nipple until it stood out hard?”

“Yes… how can I forget?”

“I picked you up in my arms and took you to bed.”

She sighed with the memory and closed her eyes hoping no one was looking at her. Her face always betrayed her when he did this. These naughty phone calls had become a regular part of their existence. Once, when she was traveling with family, she had tried to find someplace to talk in the hotel without being overheard. It hadn’t worked very well. The hotel was full of families and even the staircase was no escape. There she was, weak, flushed and wet, and mothers with their pre-teen daughters were walking past. The stench of their disapproval had sent her back to the bar. There she could listen, even if she couldn’t participate.

“You picked me up like I weighted nothing.” She remembered.

“Twenty pounds, not an ounce more.”

“Philip, we’re moving.”

He whooped, “I’ll meet you at baggage claim.”

New Addition – Emma’s Erotic Sketches

WARNING! Erotic Fiction below!

I’ve been thinking that it would be fun to add some more Eros to my posts. So from time to time I’ll be posting flash fiction for your enjoyment. And please let me know if you do enjoy it.

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The Spanking

He pulled her across his lap. “You have been a very bad girl.” He growled as he spanked her, her buttocks shaking from the impact. She gasp, more surprised than hurt, no one had ever spanked her before.

“Did you like that?”

She said nothing, so he spanked her again watching as her butt cheeks tensed in anticipation of the next strike. His hand stung from hitting muscle rather than the relaxed flesh. Then he leaned over her, and bit her… just where the curve of her ass met the downward sweep of her leg. She yelped at the suddenness of it and felt her body flush warm.

He played his finger up and down between her cheeks – feeling the moisture pouring from her, he inserted a finger. And slowly began to play with her, pushing it in and pulling it out until she began to rock against his hand. She lifted her hips, begging for him to put something larger inside her. He took his finger out and placed in on her lips.

“Suck it,” he commanded. She wouldn’t take it into her mouth. He smeared her cum over her lips and forced his finger inside. “Suck… suck it clean,” he demanded of her. She tasted the salty sweetness that was her, and sucked.

With his other hand he reached for a dildo and began to stroke the tip of it against her clit. It was large, and she felt a moment of fear as he inserted it into her. It stretched her, and the rigidness of it felt different than having a cock inside her. Slowly he pushed it farther inside her, warming her up, getting her used to the feel of it inside her.

“Fuck it…” he whispered softly in her ear, “I want to see you fuck the dildo.”

She raised her hips, pulling away from the thing inside her, and then rocked them back taking more of it inside her. His gasp of surprise egged her on.

“I want to see your body go crazy…” he matched her rhythm and pushed it in deeper and deeper until she felt impaled on it. She rocked against it, pushing, feeling it fill her. He forced it farther in her as she bucked against it. Pulling it out and then pushing it deep inside her.

The finger she had sucked clean of her own cum, now moved and began teasing one nipple until it stood out hard. He tweaked it as she screamed, consumed by the desire to find release against the hard thing inside her, her body writhing on his lap, begging for more.

Quickly he altered his strategy… he pulled the dildo nearly out, keeping it barely inside her, not letting her have what she so desperately wanted.

By Emma Greer

Good Morning!

It is a rainy gray day in my lovely little city. The kind of day that makes me want to curl up with my lover in front of the fireplace.

Today I have a fireplace, but no lover.

So…

I love books. I love words. I love the images that bloom in my head when I read.

The internet is lovely – but I still prefer the feel of a book in my hands, the dusty smell that rises as I turn the pages, the feel of the paper under my fingertips.

Then there are the words.

This morning when I woke I reached for the book I was reading last night – an old friend. In fact – it was the first erotica I’d ever read. Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. I have worn out my copy with reading and rereading.

Nin’s lyrical descriptions of sex fed my imagination. Passages like:

“His lips followed his hands; his nose, too, buried in the odors of her body, seeking oblivion, seeking the drug that emanated from her body.”

“His mouth grew more and more avid, as if it had become a sex organ in itself, capable of so enjoying her that if he continued to fondle her flesh with his tongue he would reach some absolutely unknown pleasure.”

Hmmmm….

I think that I shall spend the day reading of Paris and sex, before the fireplace, sipping coffee and then later wine. Between stories I will daydream of my lover’s hands on me – of the times when we would lie together in bed and I would read my stories to him.

At times we’d drown in words, he and I. Lyrical, evocative, erotic words wrapped around us heightening sensations titillating our minds.

If any of the daydreams strike my fancy – I’ll write them down.

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Talking about Sex…

I received the strangest complement on Tuesday. The gal who comes to clean my house told me that she had just texted her boyfriend to let him know she was here. Apparently he likes it when she cleans my place. I have to admit I was perplexed… but the answer was rather simple. When she comes over we talk about sex. Orgasms, toys, different experiences, things we like – things we are amused by. But every time she leaves she is horny…

Glad I could help.

Of course I spend a great deal of my time thinking, researching, and talking about sex (and as much time as possible enjoying it) but I’d never thought about the impact my habit was having on the people around me.

It is funny – but with everything out there that is available to us: porn, toy shops, how-to videos, chats, blogs, and erotica sites. Everything out there to join: swingers clubs, fetish clubs, sex clubs and BDSM clubs. Yet we may be feeding our mind with this stuff – but I get the impression that most of us aren’t talking about it to the people in our lives.

Apparently that is where I come in.

My friends love to say to complete strangers at parties – “Hi, this is my friend Emma, she writes Erotica.” At first it was for the shock value – but now it is more about the conversations that come out of it. Sex, like politics and religion, is something a lot of us were raised not to speak of. My sense was that this is a way to prevent friction in relationships yet there is no better way to build a relationship than to share, agree, disagree and agree to disagree. We can’t learn or change our understanding about topics or issues if we don’t talk about them.

OK – down off my high horse and back to sex.

I look more like Marion the Librarian than Jenna Jamison – which apparently makes it okay for people to tell me all sorts of things. They also assume I’ve been places and done things that are not a part of my universe of sex – but that assumption gives them the freedom to talk.

The conversations usually start off with a bang – someone drops something wild, everyone giggles, then once the ice is broken we move forward to the serious discussion.

At one party we talked about the sex clubs in town, at another we got down and dirty about orgasms, at a third we discussed different levels of bondage. One party the girls and I decided we needed to go out to Castle Superstore and go shopping – the recession happened and we all cut back our spending. Sex is free – toys cost.

I live in Portland, OR – which if you don’t know has become quite the sex destination. We still hold fast to our pioneer heritage which stated simply means – you can take it all off because I don’t have to look. Our strippers take it all off and we don’t care what you do as long as we have a choice of whether or not to join in. We also have a right-to-die bill and the legalization of marijuana has come up multiple times but never passed – but we are still working on that.

Club Sesso – a swingers club endorsed by Ron Jeremy, just opened up near one of our favorite bars. Discussion has raged about what “type” of people it will bring into the area – something I find amusing considering the Portland scene – you can find anything here including…

Angles Social Club, Steam – A Gay Bathhouse, Rose City Discussion Club – for those interested in BDSM, fetish and adult alternative sexuality, Nightshift-NW – swingers club, Roughly Every Six Weeks – fetishes and BDSM… and the list goes on and on…I didn’t even think to mention The Ace of Hearts with its sub-club the Ace Gang Bang Crew....

By comparison Club Sesso seemed rather run of the mill to me – but it was the first one to go mainstream with its advertising. The club even offers tours for the curious. I’m not sure what the worry is. Swinging appears to be an expensive lifestyle when you consider the number of travel and tour companies devoted to their interests. Those companies wouldn’t exist if there wasn’t the demand and the money to back it.

Amazing time we are living in - lines are blurring and what was once fringe is becoming mainstream.

Who would have thought that sex – and talking about it – would become a staple of my existence. Nice to know that I can write erotica and help people have sex… well at least the gal that cleans for me. Wonder if, when I finally get to Club Sesso, I’ll find any of the people I’ve talked to exploring their sexuality…

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