Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Magic of Writing

Sometimes I forget what a privilegeDepositphotos_68598973_original I have by being able to write stories.

First a disclaimer: this is not an arrogant piece about how great a writer I am. I’m actually very insecure as a writer and can still hardly believe others want to read my stories. This is not a call for compliments either. This is merely about my craft.

I am a lucky person for being able to conjure up and write down stories. To me, writing comes as easy as say: cooking a meal when you have the right ingredients. I can sit down and write a story without much difficulty. I say I forget this, because to me it comes pretty natural. I have a way with words, a good feel for languages and a large fantasy to come up with the strangest situations. When looking at my husband for example, I realize this is not always the case. He has a large fantasy and can come up with the most amazing stories. But he cannot write them down. He wouldn’t know what words to use, how to structure a story and he doesn’t feel the need. This is not a fault of his. It is not wrong. It just made me realize that I, as a writer, am different and harness some certain skills.

For as long as I can remember I have written stories. Always short stories, with the exception of one longer fan fiction story. They haven’t always been sexual stories, but recently most have. My ‘gift for writing’ is not exclusive to writing stories. I can write reviews, I have written academical essays and I can even write poetry if I put my mind to it. I only need inspiration and time.

No, writing is not always easy to me. I wish it were. Most of the time nothing comes out. I can have a great idea or no inspiration at all. Sometimes all the sentences I write are plain crap. Sometimes checking Pinterest for the one thousandth time is way more interesting than trying to cram out words. Even reading Twitter and seeing the same cat pictures over and over again can be a hundred times more alluring than conjuring up my own world and having characters do what I want them to do.

But do you know what my best scenes and stories are? When an image grips me and I feel compelled to write it down. Sometimes it deals with a story I am currently writing, sometimes it doesn’t. It can be a random image, like when I saw a stool in my house and I saw my main character sitting on that stool with her legs spread and my male character touching her in that position. Usually a vision like that will not go away until I have written it down and it often comes out as a ‘good scene’, one that gets approved by me.

So am I happy that I have this gift? Usually? No, I’m not. I’d much rather be able to watch television without feeling guilty. I wish I could go out to clubs and dance and drink and fulfil my life that way. But I can’t. I need to force myself to go to my writing room with a healthy cup of herbal tea and focus on my story. And of course, once it’s going it feels great. I get this gut feeling that I am doing important things, that the real ‘me’ gets to have her say. And yes, sometimes when I reread something I have written a couple of weeks earlier I can even be a bit proud of what I have written. Sometimes the stories are actually good. But it’s a never-ending quest. I will never write my last word until the day I die. Writers do not retire. Writers are meant to do their magic and share it with the world. And that’s what I’m doing now.

Drained by Him

My second horror release is out! A thousand year old vampire gets two requests by two separate girls. The one wants his blood, the other one wants to give him her blood. How will he reconcile the situation?

This is the second book in the ‘Bloodlust’ series. You can find book one, ‘Quench his Thirst’ here: http://lizblackx.nl/wordpress/?p=139

‘Drained by Him’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:
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One vampire – two girls

One girl wants the vampire’s blood for the special powers, the other girl wants to sacrifice her blood so her death won’t be in vain. He seizes the opportunity to make the best of both worlds. Guess which one of the three will get his desires?

 

 

Mended by the Billionaire

Part 2 of the Surrender series is out now! In the first part, Healed by the Billionaire, it took a while for Walter and Michelle to get to know each other. But now that they do, will Michelle trust Walter enough to continue on the healing process that was started in book one?

‘Mended by the Billionaire’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UB3JNCM

 

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Billionaire Walter wants Michelle to touch him. Despite her fears, how far will she go? 

The first steps were set in ‘Healed by the Billionaire’, part one of ‘Surrender’, but the journey continues. 

 

 

Excerpt ‘Ass for Auction’

I was out for a walk when the idea for an auction story AssforAuctioncame to me. I don’t know from where, probably a random hit from the land of the muses. My husband thought I was angry with him because I was walking so fast and apparently with my hands balled into fists. I wasn’t angry, I was seeing the scene where the girl was auctioned off and bought by the most beautiful man in the audience.

When I had written down the auction-bit, I considered what I would find most exciting to happen next in the weekend. Anal. So anal became the central theme for the weekend. I had a great time writing this story and I hope you’ll enjoy it too.

‘Ass for Auction’ has been released on Smashwords and is now available for purchase:

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Update March 22nd!Hisfortwonights

Amazon has marked this book as ‘adult’, so in response I have chastened the cover and title. The new title is ‘His for Two Nights’. And a new cover:

 

 

 

 

 

Free excerpt:

“Come, I’ll help you lie down.” He sat upright, helped me move from him and helped me to lie down. I was lying on my back, hands still bound. He got down next to me; our faces were almost level.

“So what are your plans for the weekend?”

“Plans?” I thought the point was that I couldn’t have any plans.

“Apart from being stuck here with me. Is there anything you’re interested in? Anything you’d like to learn?” I chewed at my lip. His hand moved between my labia and started to softly stroke my inner flesh.

“No, not really.” His stroking became more intense. “You will not hurt me, right?” He huffed.

“Look into my eyes and tell me if you think I’d hurt you.”

I looked into his eyes, but I did not understand what he meant.

“Ehm, no?”

“I will not hurt you. I’m no sadist.” His fingers plunged deep into my pussy. “I will, however, make you come. Repeatedly.”

He fingered me so hard I could no longer focus on his words, only on his actions. With one hand he frantically rubbed my clit while with the other he fucked me hard. My head moved from side to side on the bed.

“We will explore your limits, girl, until pleasure causes pain. We will find a lesson for you to learn.” He managed to hit spots with his fingers that seemed to be connected to my core. No one had ever made me feel like this before, certainly not with his hands in a matter of seconds.

I could not fight the orgasm that was building within me. The room disappeared around me. All I knew and felt were his hands. He was relentless. I screamed when I came. The man continued to move within me, slower now. His fingers still worked their magic.

Instead of pulling out of me he continued to stroke me. I heard the slopping sounds from the juices in my cunt. When I looked at him he was focused on my body, trying to find the right angle to please me most. And he found it, again. Slightly different than before he had found a most stimulating spot. It took a bit longer this time, but again I screamed as I came.

Two whole seconds. That’s all he gave me to recuperate. Then his hand started to move again, this time with his other hand on my clit. My skin was so sensitive from the orgasms. I could not keep still. My body was moving back and forth while my moans became louder. At last all I could utter was: “No, no, no.” Yet he kept on moving and I reached my third orgasm in a row.

He stroked my stomach as I calmed down. The hand between my legs was about to start moving again; it was already stroking my labia.

“No, no, please,” I begged him.

“No? Not one more?”

Review of Fifty Shades of Grey – the Movie

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So, is Fifty Shades of Grey the movie as tiresome as the books? No, not entirely. This movie evoked some emotions in me,  some more positive than others. I shall confess right now that I did read the books. I wanted to know what the fuss was all about and why there were posters of a BDSM-smut book on the railway station all of a sudden. I liked the first half of the first book because of the tension between Anastacia and Christian. I disliked the other two and a half books, but I read them anyway because I wanted to know how the story ended.

What I hated most about the books was that there were too many sex scenes. Yes, that made me chuckle too. I am not just a writer of erotica, I read the stuff too. I have read hundreds, maybe thousands of stories and still, or maybe because of it, this series managed to bore me. All the scenes were alike and when you write something similar to reality, your characters don’t just have sex every time they smell each other. A big plus for the film was for me that they eliminated most of these scenes.

About the characters in the movie, or rather the actors portraying them: Anastacia was okay, Christian a little less than okay. I think Anastacia played her submissive role okay. She is quite passive, but that is also how she is written. I doubt whether the actor playing Christian is a true dominant. I can usually sense these things and with him I sensed little. Of course there is still the question whether the character Christian Grey is a true dominant. In my opinion he isn’t, but we’ll get to that later.

The first sexual encounter between them is terrible. I refer to the ‘let’s solve that issue now’-‘lose the virginity’-scene. I hated that in the book and I still hate it on screen. That is not the way to deal with that ’issue’, which shouldn’t be an issue at all. If you do want to ‘solve’ it, then at least make it romantic and take your time. And give the poor girl some time to adjust to the idea.

Most of the sex-scenes in the movie were okay, some even a bit better than okay. I loved the first kiss in the elevator and the sex on the bed while playing with his grey tie was fun too. I even liked the scenes in his playroom. For once they did show the good side of BDSM. I loved how he demonstrated with her that the whip doesn’t have to hurt. It’s not the pain per se that turns people on, but more the impact, the shock of the impact. I thought these scenes were hot and arousing, though I could have done with a little less Beyoncé.

And then we come to the final scene. I hate it. The scene where he hurts Ana to show her his deepest desires is not about BDSM. No true dominant would do that to his submissive. It shows a lack of control and a breach of trust that can never be mended. But it’s in the book, so I can’t blame the movie for it.

I like the movie better than the book. There are annoying things from the book in the movie, but I enjoyed the movie more than I had expected. Christian is still jealous, obsessed, possessive and troubled, but he was okay to look at and I loved the twinkle in his eyes. Ana is a good portrayal of the girl I pictured when reading the books.

I think they found a good balance of the amount of sex in the books and transforming that to a movie that could be displayed to the general public in a cinema. I think the housewives who got red ears from reading the books won’t be disappointed and even the more kink-oriented people will be entertained somewhat. Was it the best movie I have ever seen? Not by far. What is my final verdict? Considering the material they had to work with the movie was okay. Not brilliant or abominable, but okay. Good enough.