I just uploaded my short piece “BlackStone Woman” to Amazon, and tossed a copy to my friend who likes to read under the covers with a flashlight. “But, Liz…” the text turns up on my phone, “This is het! EW!”
Ew is not the reaction you want readers to have, especially when the tale is supposed to be sexy and (just a little!) sappy and sweet. I was kind of hurt, honestly. Ew?
Bracing myself for creative injury, I messaged back. “Ew? What do you mean ‘ew’?
Well, it turns out that not only is the story plain old male/female missionary position sex (give or take the wings), but the reader was also enamored with the idea of one of the characters actually hooking up with someone else. Plain old het sex, AND I had to go mess up the dreams of my readers? Oh, the inhumanity! Well, okay, that second part will happen to any author. Readers make plans that we can’t follow. That’s what fanfiction is for. It takes on the side-scenarios so I can pack up and move on from the ‘but he should have done x’ complaint. I trust my characters know what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
But why not het sex? I did a quick tally of the FeyWarden stories that I’ve cleaned up enough to present thus far. There are two M/F/M, one M/M (or Elf/Kobold with man-parts at any rate) and one M/F.
I know that some authors have one thing. That’s their thing and what they’re known for. Lacey Thorne, for example, writes one chick and a gaggle of men. One chick, many guys. All steamy and all tasty. Z. Allora writes M/M, and often angsty M/M with happy endings. (I’m not sure about the Zombie thing that’s coming up, though…) The rule for ‘standard romantic erotica’ has always been one man, one woman. And there are other authors who declare that the only real romance is one man with two women.
Part of my decision to self-publish had to do with what I write. Was even the hardest hard-core erotica publisher going to pick up a book full of alien encounters that run the gamut from het sex with a robot to a mad melange of blue alien babes? There are tentacles, for crying out loud! And I don’t even like tentacles. (I love Schluvenph, though, and I can’t wait for you all to get to meet him.)
Here’s the thing, though. I write what inspires me. I write what falls out of my brain and my fingers at the end of the day. Sometimes, that’s going to be plain old heterosexual male/female humptinumpty, and sometimes it’s going to be man-on-man blowfest, and once in a while it might be ladies night at the cunnilingus corral. A virgin might be seduced. A man might be kidnapped by dark creatures that take advantage. It might be one woman, all alone with an oak tree and a handful of acorns. I don’t shy away from BDSM scenes or scary things. Now, I won’t even mention the tentacles here, but hey, I have aliens! Aliens with extra manparts and prehensile tongues, aliens with giant breasts and belly-button vaggies. Naked aliens and furry aliens. And don’t forget the robots! Oh the wonderful things that robots can do… *sigh*
Sure, I could limit it. I could ensure that my readers get exactly what it is they want to read. I could probably even poll here or on Facebook and say, “Hey, look, should So-And-So get with You-Know-Who?” and cater to specific audiences.
But I’m a bisexual woman living in the Bay Area. I love choices and being free to make them. And I want my readers to have as many choices as I can give them without limiting my own imagination.
In the future, I’ll try to be very clear about labels. “This is M/M”, “This is M/F” This is “M/Tentacles/F”. And if you need to ‘Ew’, that’s okay, too. Everyone has ‘ew’s, and even reviews with ‘ews’ are better than no reviews at all. As to getting ‘so-and-so’ with ‘you-know-who’, well, I’m afraid that’s just something they’re going to have to work out all on their own. Variety is spice.
“Alien on Spaceship” By pixbox77, published on 04 May 2013
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“Robots in Bright Colors” By Victor Habbick, published on 16 March 2012
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My latest short story, “Feeling UnSeelie”, is now available through Amazon!
This one I blame on Facebook and the comment of a fellow erotica author mentioning that they needed to figure out what underwear their characters were wearing.
What underwear WERE they wearing? I wasn’t even sure that they HAD underwear in the FeyWarden universe! Prince Tibon, the Stone Elf, I mused, must wear something under that tunic. He’s THAT kind of Elf, after all. Ah, but he’s just had an adventure, playing with Peiko and Bronwen. What sort of trouble could he get into now?
It turns out that my darling Stone Prince just had to trespass on lands under the guardianship of a Kobold, who takes him captive. Like most Kobold, this one doesn’t like to be seen. How does one convince a captor to let you go when you can’t even see their face? Somehow, our Prince manages it, and we get a glimpse of his undergarments in the process.
Fun write, fun read, but alas, now it is time to return to the mad mad world of Turing Station. I can’t wait to bring In Thirteen Steps to light and share it with everyone, but editing is sooooo dreary! If I didn’t have the FeyWarden project on the side, I fear I’d go stark raving run around in the rain naked eating a Nestle Ice Cream Sandwich singing “I Got You, Babe”.
Or I’d sit and cry. Not sure which.
Two projects in editing, and the short story of the week only partially written, and it seems my brain is in shutdown. That’s it. Nothing left. Just a big black dark space. Black Hole. Just like the one on the left there.
I tried cruising pictures that might inspire me, poked at some old writing to see if there was anything there worth flying with, and now I’m writing a blog post to avoid writing. I even stared at pictures of Tom Mison, including that one, down there. *points*
Yum. Tom Mison. Help me, Ichabod Crane! Break this curse and let me write again! What? Stop staring at you and go write something? Don’t you think I’ve TRIED that? Go back to saving the world from the apocalypse or something.
Maybe I need sleep. Maybe I need food. Maybe I need sleep and then food? Who knows. I don’t. I know all the ‘writer’s block’ tricks. Free association writing? Not working. Wasted fifteen minutes producing words about bananas. Go for a walk? Did that. Ankle hurts now. Soak in the tub? Starlit hot tub soak! Check. Still nothing.
I think this is where Hemingway reaches for his bottle of whiskey and Poe reaches for his opium. Maybe I need opium. Hell, I don’t even know where to get opium, and wouldn’t know what to do with it if I had it.
Someone on another site suggested going shopping. Not actually buying anything, but window-shopping, people observing, just cruising the mall or the main-street shops to ‘gather ideas’. I am at my kitchen table in my raggedy t-shirt and sweat-shorts, but hey, shopping sounds good, and if there’s one thing the internet is good for, it’s shopping!
“Peiko’s Secret” is now available through Amazon!
My second short story published in the FeyWarden series, this is an erotic little tale of what happens when a FeyWarden, a Stone-Elf and, oops, a Forest Sprite, get mixed up in a powerful ancient spellstone that just happens to be an aphrodisiac.
Honestly, I wrote it just for fun. I’ve been neck-deep in edits to “Thirteen Steps” and, frankly, I needed a little break, which the Fey folk never fail to provide for me. So, if you read it and like it, let me know. I’m happy to write more hot fluffy erotica for anyone who wants to read it! I also have a very bad (good?) feeling that this sprite isn’t done with me yet.
Peiko is my first character that was inspired by an image I spotted online. I was looking for artwork for an actual work project, of all things, when I came across a picture of a young woman with leaves and twigs in her hair, beaming into the camera lens like a wild creature. She, I thought, is not of this world. She snuck here when no one was looking, and the FeyWardens either didn’t see her or didn’t care to stop her. And the beautiful mischievous Peiko was born.
I think I’ve just become a fan of Piko, the subtly asexually incredible Japanese musician. Dang, he is pretty. I don’t understand a word he’s singing, but he could sing it all day long, and whether in his upper range or lower, it wouldn’t matter.
Color me stunned though at the number of weird and just plain ignorant comments on his YouTube account. What? If you don’t like the music, fine, say so, but there’s no need to be nasty about it. A guy can’t be pretty with a surprising musical range without being a castrato (and as far as I know that practice died out in the late 1800’s?) And so what if he’s gay or not? Does it matter? Is it even any of our business?
What is our business is not the personal life of the artist but how the art makes us feel. And all I know is that when I watch Piko sing “Sakura Ne”, I see something beautiful. I see someone who is not afraid to move into their art, body and soul, a talented singer who emotes so well that even if you don’t know his language, you feel his music.
Anyway, I’m off to write, with new music in my ears!
“Inside the days that are always being engraved
The memories that I want to keep…”
The first short story regarding the FeyWardens will soon be available for purchase and download on Kindle. The next should be available in two weeks.
It’s been a very long strange voyage for the FeyWardens since I first toyed with the idea. They started as a very different concept, but as I played, teased and fondled them, they become something more. They were no longer these playful lascivious elvish sorts, but had become something a little darker, a little more, dare I say, human.
Anyway, it seems pricey to charge 2.99 for a short story, so I hope you get your money’s worth out of it (and yes, orgasms count as compensation). If you don’t, please let me know, so I can do better in the future!
What is Celestial Erotic? It’s a voyage through imagined worlds and realms and dimensions where anything can happen, and, if I have time and opportunity to write it, almost anything does. While currently Celestial Erotic is focused on my writing, in the future, I can see it providing support for other authors of science fiction and fantasy based erotica, as well as fanfiction based in the worlds we create.
And who am I? I’m Lizette Lynne, Bay Area writer with a *yawn!* boring day job who must spice up her life when the sun goes down with erotic fantastical tales that take place in secret fairy-worlds, onboard spaceships, in strange places with strange beings that stretch from plain old humans to exotic aliens with special abilities, to powerful fairy kings.
I’ve been writing since I was very young. I started writing erotica in high school due to the rampages of teen hormones with no outlet, making up what I didn’t know. (And, darn it if that wasn’t a bit disappointing when I discovered the real thing!) My school friends would pass around my stories in secret. We’d read them aloud to each other at slumber parties, giggling and blushing and hiding them under pillows or down our sleeping bags when parents stuck their heads in to tell us “for the last time to go to sleep!”
Now that we’re all adults, and there are no parents to check in on us, I thought maybe it was time to start sharing my storytelling again. I hope you enjoy!