Saturday, March 17, 2018

St. Patrick's Day Holiday Survival: Keep the Joy

Why didn’t someone tell me it was St. Patrick’s Day? It’s important to be ready for these things in advance. Had I known this significant holiday was approaching I would’ve prepared. If someone had been kind enough to remind me I would have…would have… Would’ve…? 

I glance down at the thin, green beer in my formerly frosted mug. I would’ve drunk less wine at Nick’s last night.

That way I wouldn’t have this cloud of guilt fogging my vision. Girls who are trying to get their lives together shouldn’t drink too much three nights in a row. It’s tricky enough business trying to see through one’s drunken haze without the nuisance of an emotional cloud of guilt making things worse.

Come to think of it, I’m not hearing so well either.

“Whaddya say, Riana?”

Riana arches across the tattered booth she, Nick and I have been using as our home base for the past two hours. “It says here”—she stabs at the helpfully informational, green flyer that was handed to us on the way in—“that there’s going to be a limerick contest.”

A contest.

I twist my mouth thoughtfully, as if I can taste the question lurking there. “What’s the prize?”

Her eyebrows pull together as she positions the sheet closer to her face and peers at me across the top of it. “Dinner for two. The Rooney McNamara special!”

I try to ask, “Do you suppose that’s corned beef and cabbage or some other traditional Irish dish?” 

Unfortunately, what comes out sounds more like, “Dahya sink thats cornbeefan cabbish?”

Before Riana translates, Nick slides in next to me, bumps my shoulder with his and grumbles, “Jukebox is broken.”

A sappy grin tilts across my face as I grab his left arm. “I’m so glad you’re out with us tonight, Nicky-boy.” I hold up my hand so my forefinger and thumb are about an inch apart. “I might be a little sorry you lost the toss, seein’ as you’re the only one of us who’s actually Irish. Or part Irish. Whatever.”

Riana frowns and pats the arm I’m clinging to. “You ought to be getting drunk on this nasty beer.”
“Clear the air, girls. It’s starting to look like one of those weep fests.” He shakes his head. “I guess I should be glad Josie isn’t here.”

I shift to Riana. “Are you feeling all stupid and weepy?”

She ignores my question and stabs at the air near Nick. “The contest! Nick! You have to know a limerick!”

Looking thoughtful, he takes a long drink of his Gatorade.

“I know a limerick,” I mumble, half-hoping neither of them heard me and half-hoping they’ll think I’m wonderful.

Unfortunately, after the words are out of my mouth, their heads swivel simultaneously like puppets. 

Creepy, slow moving puppets. Not at all a response I was hoping for. Or one I’d even considered.

Please God, don’t let them blink at the same time, because then I’ll have to scrabble over the table and bolt for the door.

Oh, relief. Nick is talking.

I stare at him for a minute because his teeth really are so nice and straight. “Huh?”

He waves his hand between Riana and him. “Tell us the limerick.”

Nice hands, too. Why haven’t I ever noticed that before? “Limerick?”

“To win the Irish dinners,” Riana says as if I’m some dolt who can’t remember bits of conversation from one piece to the next. “The contest, Hayley.”

Oh yeah. I ask them, “Do we even want that cabbish?”

Nick opens his mouth but the voice that comes out is cheerfully musical. I didn’t know Nick could do an Irish accent.

Oh. He can’t do an accent, it’s some round, little man wearing a green cap. He has suspenders and lime green striped pants. It’s a leprechaun? Can’t be. Yet there he is, right there in the front of the bar, standing on a tiny stage.

The leprechaun keeps talking and it sounds great. The right thing to put a person in the mood for a real old-world St. Patty’s Day. The crowd is so noisy, I can’t really make out what the little guy is saying but it doesn’t matter. “Rolling rolling jolly words.” He laughs and his world laughs with him. “More jolly words, something else…limericks.”

Nick shoots to his feet and does a weird saluting thing. There’s a warm round of applause. What nice people to clap for my friend. Maybe they like his smile too. And his arms. I bet they like his arms as much as I do. I peek at him from the corners of my eyes. His back is nice too.

While I’m giving him the once-over, Nick grabs my arm and rudely jerks me to my feet. After I totter a bit, I turn to glare at him but notice that everyone in the room is staring at me. Expectantly. 

Actually, I have to admit, I feel their expectation more than see it, because mostly their faces are obscured by that damn guilt cloud.

The next thing I know, the nice leprechaun is taking my hand and leading me through the tables crammed with muddy brown and bright green people. He squares me in front of a microphone and nods.

Silence greets me.

I blink, puppet-like, and frighten myself as my head pivots stiffly above my neck.

A shout comes from my table.

“Say the limerick, Hayley.”

What would I do without Nick? I understand now. I’m trying to win some cornbeffan cabbish.

Here’s a chance to do something different. Step out of my comfort zone and learn about myself. 

Public speaking is not in my comfort zone, that’s for damn sure. I hate it, as a matter of fact. So being at the microphone is a good thing. Right?
About Unfinished Business:

She ran away from the town that wouldn’t forget, to a city that doesn’t forgive, right into the arms of the guy who insists she set things right.
Less than a year ago, Hayley Jones made a scandalous decision that sent her packing. She left her country hometown, moved to the city and made a new life for herself. But it’s hard being someone else when the real you has some unfinished business.
Hayley knows taking care of the unresolved piece of her past could stir up more trouble and humiliation, so she dodges the truth and puts her energy into her new friends and job. That strategy works for a short while but people from her past start showing up in her present.
Life gets even more complicated when she realizes she’s falling for Nick Noel, a guy who knows she’s running from something, and continually challenges her to be herself. But Hayley is afraid of what will happen if Nick finds out who she really is and what she did back home.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Scene Structure: Printable Handout for Scene Analysis

Title ___________________________________________

Chapter number ____
Scene number____

Point of view Character ____________________________
Weather ____________________________
Location ___________________________
Date, day & Time ____________________
Character’s scene goal:

Character’s motivation:

Scene conflict:

“Disaster” or What is achieved?:

(From The Scene Book by Sandra Scofield)

Event & Emotion
What do the characters do and how do they feel?

What does the scene reveal? What purpose does it show?

Describe the beginning, middle and end.


What about the scene is vibrant?

Monday, January 15, 2018

Want to Write Sexy? Week long online sex scene writing seminar

Dates: February 18-February 25, 2018. Cost: $35.00

Would you like to:
  • Create satisfying sex scenes?
  • Examine how  the best sex scenes are structured?
  • Be sure to infuse your sex scenes with emotion?
  • Make sure your sex scenes move the story forward?
Are you:
  • Totally new to writing sex scenes?
  • Have some experience but looking for ways to punch your sexy writing up?
  • Searching for an opportunity to brush up your skills?
If you’re nodding yes to some or all of these questions, this online course may be for you. Taught by an erotic romance author and college writing professor, this course will be a combination of daily challenges, lessons, scene work-shopping, and instructor feedback.

Of course, all correspondence and submissions can remain anonymous.

Week long online sex scene writing seminar will be taught by me erotic romance author/college writing professor Isabelle Drake.

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Femdom back in the day: Thanks Ingrid Pitt for starting something awesome

Thanksgiving is awesome, family is great, shopping--online or actually in a store--it’s all wonderful stuff, but if you’re like me…sometimes you just need some sexy, over-the-top drama. If you're fan of classic vampire movies, campy horror, or sexy girls, you have to watch Hammer Film's, The Karnstein Trilogy.

This first one, The Vampire Lovers (1970), centers features a lesbian vampire who uses her awesomeness to lure young women to her. Not just any gorgeous vampire, but the courageous Ingrid Pitt, a woman who spent her childhood in a Nazi concentration camp.  It's based on the 1872 novella Carmilla by J. Sheridan LeFanu. Coolness from back in the day.

If you aren't a vampire classics fan, there’s another reason to watch this: to see if you think the girl on girl action is hot. Or, in this case, how hot. Maybe ask yourself why. What is it about two woman being sexual together--without a man--that’s so intriguing to mainstream audiences? In the past this scenario was a ‘naughty pleasure,’ something to be enjoyed but not taken seriously. However, in recent years, female-driven erotica and erotic romance has taken off. The popularity of cuckolding and femdom stories is also on the rise.

My thinking is that there are two reasons for this. Social media, the obvious one. Privacy and easy access afford the opportunity to enjoy, or experiment with, whatever intrigues. The second reason is the increase in younger readers. In the past, the typical age of the romance reader was about 30-60. Thanks to the popularity of YA books, and the creation of the new adult genre, younger women are reading romance--and women this age don’t want ‘the usual.’ Young women aren’t looking to reinforce their traditional values, they want to test boundaries. They want adventure. They seek vicarious thrills.

Readers of Pink Bow, my cuckolding story on Wattpad, are over 70% female and mostly under thirty. A story about a husband who arranges a ménage for his new wife is untraditional, to say the least, but with 31,000 reads, its definitely popular.  
Have I gone off topic? No. Not at all. There’s a history for everything and this sexy, forward thinking, if campy, film is part of the history of female driven entertainment. Curious? Want to check these evil-but-gorgeous vampires? Start with the trailer. It isn't as awesome as it could be, but it gives you an idea of the treat you’ll be in for if you hunt down this 70’s classic
No matter how you watch it, plan ahead: red wine and dark chocolate will be a must.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Giant Girls and the Men Who Want Them: Macrophilia, Fetish 101

According to Playboy and the recent Pornhub annual report, giantess women are the new big thing in fantasyland. The demand for macrophiliac images, videos, and stories are on the rise and show no sign of slowing.  

In case you’re not one of those typing in “giant woman porn” and hitting search, a macrogynophile is someone, usually a man, who is sexually attracted to a giant person, usually a woman. The word macrophilia translates to “lover of large.” The largeness is typically in height. Even though new giantess sites are now popping up all over the internet this passion isn’t new. Are you familiar with the ’58 movie, Attack of the 50 Foot Woman? You know the one about the beautiful woman who’s turned into a vengeful magnificent giant after encountering some aliens? Oddly sexy, right? How about the adventures of Tom Thumb--I mean the original from the Brothers Grimm. Weirdly intriguing.

Men who long for giant woman dream about being smothered by her huge breasts, squashed beneath her behemoth feet, or--a special subfantasy of the giantess crowd--vore--which is being eaten by this gorgeous gargantuan. Swallowed whole.

Why, you want to know? Other than the obvious, the idea of being overtaken by a giant woman is kinky and unique, why would a guy be particularly excited by a giant woman? One theory is that because in most societies men are seen as powerful and dominant, they find the idea of being released from the pressure and responsibility that comes along with those assumptions both freeing and frightening. This combination ignites the fight or flight instinct and by choosing to fight, even in their imagination, they get an adrenaline rush. That leads to arousal and… You see? In this case the fear is safe--like the rush you get from watching a good horror movie. Another theory is that one often applied to kinks and fetishes. An adolescent experiences something non-sexual yet he is suddenly and inexplicably powerfully aroused, and so from that moment forward the person associates sexual arousal with the otherwise non-sexual experience or object.

Frequently there are BDSM themes or erotic humiliation elements woven into the giantess fantasies. According to sex therapist Pamela Supple, “Power, domination and vulnerability are at the heart of macrophilia."It's allowing your mind to go wherever it wants to go, whilst engaging in play to gain the maximum sexual arousal. Some want to feel and experience terror – being crushed or controlled. Everyone is different in what they want to experience." Supple also believes macrophilia has enjoyed a massive surge in popularity in the past few years, citing the internet's crucial role in helping to both create and facilitate the fetish. And, in some cases, introducing the fetish to those who have been looking for a name for what they feel.

Obviously, this particular fantasy can be difficult to act out in real life, as 50 foot women are hard to find. However, there are some unusually tall women who specialize in catering to men who love them for their statuesque stature.

Women, if you’re feeling left out, and wonder if there is a parallel world where you get to fantasize about giant men, the answer is yes. It’s just not as common. The speculation on this is that there isn’t enough reality breaking to really give this traction. Men are already typically bigger, we’re accustomed to being somewhat smaller. So the step outside of the usual just isn’t that far. Still, if you’re one of the rare women who share this interest, check out