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2015 in review

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2015 was a good year in many ways for me.  It brought much pleasure and achievement, much laughter and good times.

I continue to live in south east Queensland, one of the most beautiful parts of Australia.  I live in a rural community, in a house perched on the side of a hill with views forever (that’s the view above on a misty morning).  The joy and inspiration this setting brings cannot be underestimated.  I love the sub-tropical climate, the ability to grow my own vegetables and source much of what we eat from local small producers.  So much better than the mass production supermarkets, with their dubious ethics and lack of accountability. Continue reading “2015 in review”

Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust

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Today marks the release of another mini anthology put out by Ladylit Publishing.  I’ve had the pleasure of being included in these collections before, along with Erzabet Bishop, Laila Blake, Harper Bliss and Lucy Felthouse.  The five of us now have six of these anthologies to our collective names.

This latest, Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust arrives as a collection of pixels just before the holidays.  I hope you will check us out, and the five happy, horny and holiday tales within that very sexy cover (Thanks, Caroline!). Continue reading “Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust”

Erotic Books for the holidays

My mother emailed me recently and part of her email mentioned the Amazon Gift Card that would be coming my way very soon. While I responded that all I really wanted for Christmas was love and good cheer, I have to say that books and wine come in a close second, as my mother well knows. In fact, going through my credit card statement this month, I see it’s all e-books, wine, and petrol. Luckily love and good cheer are free.

I’m not going to give a wine buying guide (except to say that if you love a rich red you really can’t go past an Australian Coonawarra Cab Sav) and petrol is petrol is gas, but books. Well, that’s different.

So, want some holiday reading suggestions, for you or for someone else? Try the below.

It’s the feel good season, so for feel good erotic romance that always leaves me with a smile, it’s hard to go past Sommer Marsden. Sparkling humor, real and likeable characters, and hot and emotive sex that takes your breath away. Plus if you fall in love with Sommer, you’ve a lot to chose from. Check her out. (There’s zombies too).

Sporty? Lucy Felthouse’s lesbian zinger Sweet Spot pushes all the right buttons.

Want unputdownable intense emotion and hot, hot sex (and lots of it)? Try Alison Tyler’s stories of submission, starting with Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission.

Sex and food? Lisabet Sarai’s hot and extremely readable story, Her Secret Ingredient, is a winner. Or for short stories on this theme, All You Can Eat: a buffet of lesbian erotica and romance edited by Andi Marquette and R.G. Emmanuelle.

Sweet hot prose and romantic BDSM? Laila Blake’s Driftwood Deeds is for you.

And of course for stories of lesbian love and desire, my own collections Blue Woman Stories Volume 1 and Volume 2 are available. There’s five of my best erotic stories in each volume.

Want a longer lesbian read, chock full of convoluted relationships and drama? Then the entire Season 1 of Harper Bliss’ French Kissing will keep you occupied – and you can read the first part for free!

Rollicking, good humoured sex? Try Jeremy Edward’s brilliant novel The Pleasure Dial.

A different sort of erotica: Annabeth Leong’s Untouched features a main character who can’t stand being touched.

For some of the finest lesbian erotica around, try Sacchi Green’s single author collection “A Ride to Remember“.

And finally, of course, for stories of forbidden lesbian desire, check out my anthology “Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire“.

And finally, finally, if you have any non-bookish people in your life (if such a person exists!), then check out my favorite Zazzle store, Annika Eklind.

Cougars: The Allure of the Older Woman

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The allure of the older woman. Or desire for a much younger one. If these scenarios are your thing, then you are going to love “Cougars” the upcoming mini anthology from Ladylit.

Following the successes of Bossy, Sweat, and A Christmas to Remember, Ladylit has once again rounded up the same five authors for their latest collection.

Here’s the Table of Contents:

Reunion Tour by Harper Bliss
Gorgon and Goat by Cheyenne Blue
Bali High by Erzabet Bishop
The Girl Next Door by Laila Blake
Returning Riley by Lucy Felthouse

Look out for “Cougars” in early November.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire – Release Day is Here

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G’Day, and welcome to the launch of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire.

It’s been almost a year since I first pitched the idea of a lesbian erotica anthology to Ladylit. I put forward a couple of themes, and the one we all enthusiastically agreed upon was that of desire, lust, or love for the woman you simply should not have. Yearning for someone who is off limits, denied to you in any one of a number of ways. The forbidden fruit.

And now, several months later, Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is released into the wild. Seventeen stories from seventeen amazing writers—many well-known names from the world of lesbian erotica, and some talented newbies. Under the cover of Forbidden Fruit you’ll read about cops, Dommes, horse thieves, nurses, atheists, and nuns. The stories are set in a dystopian near-future, a Nevada casino, the magical city of Rome, and a Montreal sports stadium. The bad girl is released from prison, a college student lusts after an older woman, a sculptor knows exactly what she wants when the salt-and-pepper butch walks in, and a broken heart is salved by an emotional encounter with the ex’s mother. A marriage is under threat when Hurricane Irene strands the spouses far apart, and an upper class lady finds her soul mate in her maid.

***Interested? Act quickly, as for the first week only, from 5 – 11 September, Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is available for only 99c on Amazon. That’s a saving of $6.00.***

The blog tour kicks off here. For the next 17 days, you can read along as each of the contributors interviews one of their fellows, and shares an excerpt of their story. You can see full details of the tour over at the Forbidden Fruit Antho blog.

In addition, leave a comment on any post along the way to be entered into a random draw to win one of several paperbacks or ebooks. Full details below.

And now, without first ado, I introduce Beth Wylde, whose story Bachelorette Party is included in Forbidden Fruit. Beth was kind enough to answer my questions about her writing, and of course her story Bachelorette Party.

You write bisexual, gay and heterosexual erotica as well as lesbian erotica. Do the characters dictate the story, or does the story dictate the characters (and their sexuality)?
Hmm, that’s a tough one. I normally get an idea for just the beginning of a story along with the main characters that will appear in it. Until I know their names I can’t even start writing it out. Once I can see the characters in my mind, and I know their names, then the writing can begin. The story unfolds as I go along, but I do know from the start what sexuality/genre I’ll be writing and there is no changing it. If I try to alter the story or push in a different direction it stalls out. I have to give my muse free reign or she goes on strike.

Mornings are the best part of my day. Tell me how your day begins.
I am so NOT a morning person, but now that school has started back I kind of have to be. During summer my kids and I stay up super late and sleep half the day. We are all third shift people. LOL Now though, I get up at 5:30 and start breakfast, wake the kids up at quarter till 6 to get them dressed and fed. I get them on the bus around 7am, then I start doing housework. Once I have the dishes and laundry going (I also homeschool my oldest child so I get her up around 9 and get her fed and started on her schoolwork for the day) then I run any errands I need to and start planning dinner out. After that I finally get a little me time to work on promo, check out any current sub calls and do some writing, if the muse is feeling cooperative. Once the kids get home from school there is something constantly going on until they get in bed around 8pm. Then I finish what few odds and ends need to be done, relax with a book, and sometimes get back online to do some writing. I’m an insomniac so the middle of the night is usually my most productive writing time when the house is dead silent. I need peace to write and with three kids that’s hard to come by during the day.

Pantser or plotter?
Definitely a pantser. I normally get an idea for a story and, until I start writing it, I have no idea what will happen or how it will end until I get there. I take the journey right alongside my characters. I think this is why I often write in first person instead of third. I really get inside my character’s head and I think that makes the story flow better and feel more realistic to the reader. I love writing sex in first person. A lot of what turns me on shows up in my stories. ^_^

Think back to the first erotic story you wrote. What inspired you to write it (and was it published)?
It was published but has since gone out of circulation. I actually sat down to write a hetero romance. A friend emailed me a call for subs for m/f erotic romance and I decided to try my hand at it. I’d been dabbling with some ideas and she encouraged me to submit something. I had this mushy, kissy-faced scenario in mind. Where the guy rescues the female in need and sweeps her off her feet. Makes me gag just to think about it now. LOL The main male character was being an ass and would not cooperate with the storyline I had pictured. He kept insisting he was gay, which was not going to work for what I had in mind. (Yes, the people in my books talk to me 😉 so a background character stepped in and swept my main girl off her feet and back to her dorm room for some very naughty sapphic sex. I’ve been writing lesbian erotica ever since.

Tell me about your story Bachelorette Party in Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire.

My story actually came about thanks to another story I wrote and had published last year. Linda and Jenny were briefly mentioned during another character’s discussion with the bartender at the club after the party ended. She didn’t know the club had been hosting a party that day and was hoping to find a date only to find the club full of couples when she arrives. The bartender tells her about Jenny’s party and the fact that she left early with Linda after a heated make-out session on the dance floor. The storyline veers off elsewhere but the mention of those two background characters always stuck with me. I didn’t have any plans to write Linda and Jenny’s story, but when I saw the call for Forbidden Fruit the couple immediately popped into my mind. I thought the mention of them going home together after the party would fit the theme perfectly. I’m so excited I got to tell their story and it ended up being accepted for the book. I can’t wait to get my copy of the anthology. The author line-up is amazing.

We spend the next three hours drinking and dancing and having the time of our lives. Linda invited all of my friends in the community and, judging from the big stack of sex toys I got as presents, their credit cards really got a work out. Every time I look at the gift table I blush. I’m not a prude by any means but I have no idea what some of the items are used for and the size of two of the dildos are seriously intimidating. They must be meant as a gag because I’m not sure any woman can stretch that much. Some thoughtful person even included a huge pack of batteries. I may not need Mark after all.

I forgot how much fun going to a lesbian bar could be. No expectations, no judgment, just a building full of women looking to enjoy themselves without recrimination. It’s been months since I’ve been to Anna and Eve with Linda. Mark threw a holy hell fit the last time I went with her so I’ve ignored her recent invitations, preferring to avoid another big fight with my fiancé. I bet he’d be really pissed off if he knew where I was and who I was with right now. Tough shit. I don’t care. The more I think about the situation the madder I get. Why should I have to leave my friends, especially Linda, behind because my future husband is a homophobic asswipe? It’s not fair.

Linda slides in beside me on the dance floor, takes one look at my face, and frowns. “Oh no. No, no, no! None of that little missy. Tonight is all about having fun. Wipe that scowl off your face this instant. You can think about whatever has you so pissed off tomorrow.” The lights go down as a slow song comes on and Linda grabs me around the waist, pulling me close as she starts to sway to the beat. “Dance with me, babe.”

She smiles down at me as she wraps her arms around my neck. In reply I move my hands to her hips and hang on tight. Her eyes are glassy and her moves are kinda sloppy. She really wasn’t drunk earlier but I can tell she’s well on her way now. I’m pretty tipsy myself.

We kind of shuffle in place, turning slowly because neither one of us is very steady on our feet. Maybe it’s the situation we’re in, or the fact that the liquor has really loosened my tongue, but I feel the need to tell her exactly what she means to me and how thankful I am that she came to drag me out of my house today.

I plant my feet in place and our movement stops. She starts to pull away but I clasp my hands behind her back to keep her in place. Her eyes widen slightly and her breathing speeds up the barest bit. “You’ll probably never know how much this party means to me. Despite everything, you’ve hung in there by my side. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I just can’t. I don’t even want to think about it. I need you.” My hands clench in the back of her shirt as the first tears start to fall. I crush my face into her shoulder and start to weep. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

She squeezes me, her glorious muscles enfolding me tight in her embrace. I’ve never felt safer or more loved. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. Mark can kiss my ass.” She strokes my hair and rocks me gently. “Look at me. Jenny, I’m serious. Look at me.”

Her voice sounds shaky at the end and I find myself obeying her request instantly, wondering if the wavering sound means she’s as upset over this as I am. I lift my head and look into her face. The expression of fierce determination lights an answering fire inside of me. Suddenly the whole situation seems crystal clear. I know now why I said yes to Mark. It’s not because I’m in love with him. I’m not, and I’m not sure I ever was. It’s what he represents that made me accept his proposal.

If I marry Mark my parents will be happy, my life will be simple. My family expects me to marry a guy. To have babies. To do what society finds acceptable. I don’t want to settle for acceptable. Been there, done that, got the ring to prove it. There’s so much more out there that I refuse to settle for mediocre. I want adventure, excitement. I want to fall into bed with someone that can rock my world and everyone else be damned if they don’t find my choice proper.

I want Linda.

The realization is shocking in its clarity, but I finally decide to take the chance. I know I won’t regret it. I’ve made my decision, now I need to help Linda make hers.

Linda is still staring at me, the barest hint of hope and trepidation on her face. I hate the fact that I put that look of worry there, but I’m going to do my best to erase it. I lean forward, keeping my eyes open the whole time as I close the miniscule gap between us. Linda’s eyes go wide when she realizes my intentions and for just a second the look of shock is almost comical. Her gaze drops lower, locking on my lips and the fear is replaced instantly by a lustful look that makes my insides twist and my pussy wet. I want this. Oh God, how I want this. “Kiss me. Please just kiss me.”

Her lips finally touch mine and the kiss is horribly chaste and brief. Nothing like what I want, and I let her know it. “Kiss me for real.”

She licks her lips before she speaks, leaning her forehead against mine until we’re so close she only has to whisper. “Are you sure? Don’t do this with me if you aren’t one hundred percent positive because I don’t think I can take it. Losing what I never had is one thing, but if we do this, really do this, and you decide you can’t handle it, it just might kill me. I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”

“I’m sure. I’m sorry it took me so long to recognize what’s right in front of me. Now please, just kiss me. I want you so much it hurts.”

Linda doesn’t hesitate any longer. She gives me what I’m asking for and more. Her lips press against mine. There’s nothing chaste about what she’s doing to my mouth now. She uses everything at her disposal. Lips, teeth, and tongue. It’s brutal, primal, everything I expected and beyond.

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The next stop on the Forbidden Fruit blog tour is Jean Roberta who is interviewing Rebecca Lynne Fullan.

Leave a comment on any post in the Forbidden Fruit blog tour to be entered into a random draw to win one of these great prizes. Prizes include a paperback copy of Girls Who Score, lesbian sports erotica edited by Ily Goyanes, Best Lesbian Romance 2011 edited by Radclyffe, Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories edited by Sacchi Green, an ebook of Ladylit’s first lesbian anthology Anything She Wants, and a bundle of three mini-anthologies from Ladylit: Sweat, A Christmas to Remember and Bossy. All of these titles contain some stories written by the fabulous contributors to Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire. You must include an email address in your comment to be entered into the draw.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is available direct from the publisher, Ladylit or from Amazon, Smashwords, and other good retailers of ebooks. Check out Ladylit for all purchasing information.

Cheyenne’s Favourite Erotic Stories Read in 2013

My favorite erotic stories are ones with heart. I don’t necessarily mean romantic hearts and flowers, I mean stories which offer something beyond sex, something beyond Tab X into Slot Y. You could say my favorite erotic stories are stories first, and erotic second. Call me old school.

My top ten stories listed here are all short stories published in multi-author anthologies. I’m a lover of the short story, both to read and to write, and while I’ve read some wonderful longer works this year, I’m sticking with shorts for my choices. I’m picking single stories though, as most of the anthologies are ones in which I too have a story.

Again, this list is in no particular order. Links go to the anthology.

Need a last minute holiday gift? All of these are available as ebooks. All

  1. “Canvas” by Renee Roberts from “Down and Dirty: 69 Super Sexy Short-Shorts” edited by Alison Tyler. The narrator yearns for the inked dom behind the bar. And she gets her in a flickering reality of skin and ink and words laid as precisely as tattoos on virgin skin.
  2. “Making Myself at Home” by Jeremy Edwards from The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica edited by Maxim Jakubowski. A layered tale about watching and being watched.
  3. “Midnight Clear” by Laila Blake from “A Christmas to Remember: Five Festive Tales of Lesbian Lust” put out by Ladylit. Naked scampering in the snow, and a poignant tale of warmth and friendship and something more.
  4. “Foxy and the Ridiculous Lesbian Orgy” by Allison Moon from “Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories” edited by Sacchi Green. A highly original set up and a fantastic romp of a tale.
  5. “What I Want, What I Need” by Jacqueline Applebee from “Twice the Pleasure: Bisexual Women’s Erotica” edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. A wonderfully fluid tale about a lesbian getting over a breakup.
  6. “Come to the Light” by Maria See from “Sudden Sex: 69 Sultry Short Stories” edited by Alison Tyler. A butch with DDD breasts. I loved this subtle little story, and how it throws aside stereotypes.
  7. “The History of Her Tongue” by Shaun Levin also from The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica edited by Maxim Jakubowski. Literary erotica as it used to be. Truly stunning. If I had to pick one story as my favorite, it would be this one.
  8. “One More Transformation” by Nobilis Reed from “Coming Together: In Vein edited by Lisabet Sarai. Highly original (and hot) vampire story.
  9. “Sgt. Rae” by Sacchi Green from Best Lesbian Romance 2013 edited by Radclyffe. A powerful story of love and memory between military women.
  10. “Tripartite” by Georgia E Jones from “Sudden Sex: 69 Sultry Short Stories” edited by Alison Tyler. This atmospheric story is about that most delicious of scenarios: friends into lovers.

Cheyenne’s Holiday Gift Guide – Part 3

ipottyI’m leaving kitchen gadgets behind for today’s Bad Santa gift idea. At least, I hope I am. The Ipotty is woeful enough already, without having it in your kitchen. The Ipotty is a toilet training potty for your toddler with an Ipad attached to it. My first thought was shitty fingers all over the Ipad right before it’s dropped somewhere that would make you think twice about retrieving it. My second thought was that it’s the foundation for a lifetime of constipation. “Not finished mummy… Still not finished…” Maybe it’s made by the makers of Ex Lax.

Quick… Another idea, before my brain implodes.

A far better idea, and today’s Good Santa gift is the brand new lesbian erotica anthology from Ladylit. “A Christmas To Remember” features five brand new stories from Ezrabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Laila Blake, Harper Bliss and moi. This is the same line up who scorched the pages earlier in the year in “Sweat”, also from Ladylit.

christmastorememberThere’s a fine variety of stories in this anthology. From the obligatory office party to a cabin in the woods, Christmas celebrations come in all shapes and sizes. The ladies in this Christmas anthology like to keep it original though, and get their festive groove on in bed shops and the Australian outback, not to mention the ‘Mermaids and Mistletoe Masquerade Ball’… A Christmas to Remember contains five lesbian erotica stories that will make your Christmas merry AND hot.

My story, “Outback Christmas” is set in the Australian Outback (duh!). Simona’s lover, Casey, has snapped her Achilles tendon falling off a ladder. While Casey is going crazy from the enforced rest, Simona is working for two, slaving in the heat and dust of a Queensland summer. A hot and sweaty story in more ways than one.

Here’s an excerpt:

She was doing everything, while Casey lay on the bed and listened to Radio National or spent short periods at the computer. Casey was frustrated; she was helpless, angry, and worried she wasn’t pulling her weight. It wasn’t about a Christmas gift. It went deeper than that. It delved into the layers of their relationship, the give and take.

Simona narrowed her eyes. “Well, I want a present,” she said. “And I want it now. It’s Christmas Eve. I’ll have my present early.”

A tiny wrinkle of confusion creased Casey’s forehead. “But I just said-“

“You big nong.” Simona stood, and her fingers moved to the front of her lightweight shirt. “There’s something you can give me.” The shirt fell to the floor, followed by her cotton bra.

The movement of air felt good on her bare skin. Still hot, still sweltering in the hottest part of the day, but better. She unzipped her jeans, and peeled them down her sticky legs. Horsehairs came loose and drifted in the current from the fan, joining the dust on the timber boards she hadn’t had time to vacuum.
Her panties were damp with sweat, and she hooked her fingers in the band, dragged them down, kicked them away. Naked, she stood at the end of the bed, hands on her hips, tendrils of long dark hair clinging damply to her neck.

“No present? You have something I want, Casey Jane Morotti, and it’s time you delivered.” She stepped around the bed and locked eyes with her lover. There was a wicked gleam in Casey’s eyes, one that Simona hadn’t seen since the day she’d found her crumpled in a heap at the bottom of their roofing ladder. Dark eyes locked together, offered, accepted, and sparkled in anticipation.

“I’ve been working hard,” Simona said in conversational tones. “I’ve exercised four horses, backed the colt, taken the ute down the bore paddock to fix the fence along the creek. Had to push start it by myself too, which isn’t easy. Killed a mulga snake, finished the guttering you left incomplete when you inconveniently fell off the ladder. Talked to Matt about the colt’s progress, and you know I loathe talking to owners. Swept the yard, shot half a dozen rabbits, did the laundry, fixed the dishwasher, and cooked dinner every night. Not bad tucker either, if I say so myself. But now it’s reward time.” She kneeled on the bed, swinging one lean thigh over Casey, so that her spread thighs were above Casey’s face. “I want to come twice before we even think about you. Tongue only the first time; the second you can use fingers or toys as well.”

There was just time to see the surprise in Casey’s eyes before she lowered her pussy onto Casey’s face. Surprise because Simona was seldom the assertive one, preferring to satisfy her lover before taking her own pleasure. She clutched the iron bedhead to help support her weight, and closed her eyes.

Casey’s fingers smoothed their way up Simona’s thigh, their light touch deepening the well of desire that already pooled in her belly. Simona tightened her calves around Casey’s ears. “I said tongue only.”

Sweat

Sweat

Some time ago, I was telling a friend about my latest run. I described how beautiful it was running along the Maroochy River as the sun set, seeing the pelicans glide in like 747s, dodging the walkers and the fishermen, being deafened by the cacophony of the lorikeets in the gum trees. I finished by saying that I’d stepped up the pace for the last kilometre, so hard that at the end I was bent double, head spinning, trying my best not to puke.

“It was the best run in a long time!” I said.

There was a silence. My friend looked askance. “I can’t believe you used “best” and “puke” in the same sentence,” she said. “That is so wrong.”

But it was so right. The joy of movement, of exercising to your limit, whatever that limit may be, is one of the sweet things in life.

And now “Sweat”  edited by Harper Bliss is here. A collection of sweaty lesbian stories from five sweaty writers of lesbian erotica.

My story “Marathon Woman” kicks off the collection. It’s the tale of Vinnie and Riz, and how running fits into their relationship and what it means to each of them. And “Sweat” goes on from there, with wonderful stories about yoga (Laila Blake), swimming (Lucy Felthouse), tennis (Harper Bliss) and (my favorite) roller derby (Ezrabet Bishop).

Check out “Sweat”  at Ladylit or on  Amazon

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