Sundry

I’ve picked today’s blog title because it is going to be many things. Firstly, I’d like to start out with a history lesson.

This book was the first Romance novel I ever read. I did so when I was 13. It’s a bit of a funny story. I was in my room cleaning, as was asked of me and I wanted to organize my closet. Little did I realize that my mom had been keeping her romance novels in there in a box. When I found said box, I wondered how many times I had seen her go into my room and come out. I always thought she was just snooping to make sure my room was clean. Obviously I was wrong there. …Anywho.  So when I found this box, I had to open it. And oh my. So many books! I felt so naughty! It was wrong to read these! I wasn’t old enough! …So I did what any good little girl of 13 would do. I pushed as much of my stuff as I could against my bedroom door, sat against the pile and pulled out the books, being careful of placement. I went through several. And of course, I knew from experience that there were “bad” things in the books. My mom coveted them. I wish I could start this with this book being the first that I picked up, but that’s not true. Although this book was on the top layer. I picked it up, opened the cover, read what the excerpt was and decided that I’d try this one. It sounded hot, and without getting creepy, I was turned on by it.
So I spent a week with this ritual. I would pile my door, sit against it, blare music from my stereo and read. By the time I was finished with the book, I wanted more. And I so I found another book. And another. And another. I think within the span of a month or so I read 7 or 8 Cassie Edwards novels.
Skip a few months. I don’t know how or remember how it happened, but my mom found out. She wasn’t mad which I was worried she would be. Instead, she bought me Harlequin romance and even gave me a box of romance novels that a friend gave to her. One of my favorite things to read at that point were these little Harlequin Romance magazine books with multiple stories in them. I devoured those. Now I remember! My grandma was moving out of her house into ours and I found her stash of those little magazines and sat in the living room and read them while they were in the garage. I didn’t hear my mom come in the house because I was so engrossed with the story I was reading. When she saw what I was reading, I can only guess what was going through her mind. She didn’t say anything, except to tell me there were more and asked if I wanted them.
Fast forward to a few years from then and I have quite an impressive collection of books on my shelf. My mom even gave me a few of her Cassie Edwards. During this time I had toyed with the idea of writing. At this point I had already been writing poems and the little stories kids write when they’re younger. Surprisingly enough, I had started working on a vampire story. I think this stemmed from reading Interview With A Vampire, The Vampire Lestat and starting on Queen of the Damned. I couldn’t help but want to take my story in a sexual direction. I tried and kind of failed. I still have that story, unfinished and just kind of shake my head at it.
At that point I forged ahead and wrote my first smut story. And then my second one. And then a third. Hey, I thought, this is pretty easy! I found the words came to me easily and though I knew I was technically too young, I started scoping out websites that I could post them on. I never did, but I thought about it.

…Okay, so I went through my blogs and yes I did post something like this, but this goes into more detail. Now in that blog it says the first story I ever wrote was The Storm. I don’t remember. It was too long ago, but I know my first two stories. I had even written an erotic poem. But here for your enjoyment is the first “crude” erotic poem I wrote when I was 17. If I ever find the first erotic/romantic one I’ll post that.

No scratch that. I lied. This won’t be the first or second, but definitely in the top five. lol
Enjoy.

Candied Cunts

Candied cunts and perfect dreams.
Transmission death,
and whipped through schemes.
Stop!
Can’t you see it?
Those chocolate filled creams.
Delicious on flesh,
licked from the skin.
Sheer clothes…
Sheets thin…
Devilish disaster,
a yummy sin!
…The blood…
it drips from my lips…
You lay back on the bed…
In your eyes a euphoric
glaze.
…Hot…
…Needy…
Sweaty skin, molded
together as one…
Slut!
They scream at you as
you leave his house.
Smut!
They burn down the house, but
he’s not there.
Grinning,
You walk away,
ignoring their chants,
licking your lips,
unzipping your
pants…
Rounding the corner to
his secret place.
His sexuality greets you.
engulfs you…
Smothers you to his
bed…
He hovers above you.
“Bite the pillow.”
Deeply…
Nestled inside…
He’s in your head…