Erotic art Erotic writing
As well as artist, I write erotica too and I have three pieces in print, all with Black Velvet Seductions. http://www.blackvelvetseductions.com/ The first, was for the supernatural anthology, “The Crimson Z” I was one of the five writers to contribute to the work. I was very proud of it as it marks my first published written work. I also painted the cover illustration, form an idea by Robert cloud. I have to thank all the family, that is Black Velvet Seductions, for all for your encouragement and support and thanks to Laurie Sanders, for her support and making my dream come true.
I wrote a short story for BVS for there valentines day competition “The Key” and I currently have two other stories in production for BVS “The trainer” and
“Temporally yours” which will be a part of the follow up the “Crimson Z” anthology. It is a stand alone story, so Laurie Sanders decided to release it with “The Key” in January 2008.
I have done the cover art for around 30 titles to date…. and a shameless plug here.. I am always open to offers from publishers. I currently work for 4 but always on the look out for more not just romance and erotic titles but anything really I have just finished some work for a children’s writer, also I have just finished 60 illustrations for a book on the female orgasm. any work considered sci-fi, fantasy, non erotic and private commissions. so really open to any suggestions. My work can be seen at www.swage.net
On to writing, I am dyslexic and had a real hard time writing something to a standard that a publisher would accept, so here I have to thank Laurie Sanders, without her hard work, patience, and belief in my ability I would not be able to call myself a writer. I have always loved writing. I have always liked stories and their twists and turns.
Here is a little extract from “The Anniversary” a story to be found on the Crimson Z.
With kind permission from Black Velvet Seductions
Extract
She looked at Peter and his eyes were still fixed on her. It was obvious that he was amused by the struggle with the skirt’s clasp, yet he only kept a slight smile, not wanting to break the sensuality of the moment. “Your shoes please.”
Evelyn looked down at her shoes. A part of her wanted to resist. This was wrong wasn’t it? It was wrong for a man to issue instructions for her to strip, wasn’t it? She was not a whore, to do as she was told, a play thing, a life-size, queen-sized, Barbie doll. Yet this was compulsive. Peter was no monster, quite the opposite. He had a charming way about him. He was a gentleman. She felt like she was being charmed out of her clothes, but there was something compelling in the way he talked. Something in the matter of fact way he asked her to remove each garment, that made it impossible to refuse. She felt his glance alter from warm to steely, the longer she delayed, though in truth from request to action it was a fraction of a second. Peter was almost motionless, yet the glint in his eye and the power of his voice made each request overwhelming.
She was confused why the removal of the shoes was so symbolic, was it the reduction of height? Or her feeling of helplessness? Evelyn took a deep breath and steadied her nerve. She slipped into the abyss, as the shoes were gently slid off and she stood before him in bra, panties and pantyhose. Now resigned to her fait, she felt the sooner she was naked the better, then at least there would be the love making. Evelyn went to remove her bra, but Peter stopped her.
“Not until I am ready, please. You may remove it, but only when I ask you,” he continued with cool measured voice.
Evelyn was confused, he didn’t want to see her naked? “I don’t understand, Peter.”
Peter leaned forward, “This will happen all in good time, but it will happen in my time. I would like you to do as I ask.” There was no anger in his voice, just the opposite, it was a calm response, which Evelyn found comforting rather than upsetting. “I want to savour you, as I would a gourmet meal. Which is better filet mignon or hamburger?” Peter clasped his hands together and studiously steepled his fingers “Which would you like me to consider you? Filet or burger?”
Evelyn needed no time to think “Filet.” She had been regarded as a burger, too many times in the past
Peter leaned back in the seat again. “Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes Peter.” She looked directly at her lover.
Peter returned her smile and said, “I have a request. I have certain tastes and it would please me, very much, if you would address me as Sir. It is a simple word that shows respect. It is a word that shows me you are ready and willing to serve. The choice to serve is for you to make, and this is a choice you must make freely. It will feel a bit strange at first, but it is a way some people live their lives. It is a way I live mine.
I have a profound feeling that you would take to this lifestyle. And I feel deep down, that you have a need to serve. I know you have a need to please me. Do you feel you are you ready to take this first step? Do you feel you are ready to do as I ask? To please me?”
Though she was unsure in her mind of the implications of what it meant to serve, without hesitation she replied, “Yes Sir.” The Sir came out of her lips naturally, as an involuntary reaction to his authority and she liked the way it sounded, respectful and comforting. She was aware again of the moistness in her panties and she knew there would be no hiding it from Peter.
“Good girl,” Peter said, with a flash of white teeth. Then his lips set to a warm smile.
“May I ask a question?”
“Of course, you may ask anything.”
“What does it mean to serve? What is it I have to do?”
Without hesitation Peter replied “To serve me well, requires you to do as I ask, when I ask you to do it. This requires you to trust me. I wish you to follow my requests carefully, without question, because you know it is what I wish. In serving me, it also fulfils a side of you that has not yet been fulfilled. This is very much a two way street. You must want to serve. You must want to trust. And in return our love for each other will blossom.”
Reassured by his words, but still a little apprehensive she asked “what if I fail? What if I can’t live up to all you expect?”
Peter took her hand and kissed it his warm lips grazed her flesh “I want this as much for you, as I do for myself. It is not a an audition to be passed. You need to want to do this. You need to feel in your heart that this is right for you. In return I will support you, nurture you, guide you, and hold you. I feel that you have been repressing these feelings of submission, a little like a caged bird. I want you to be the person that I know you have locked away deep inside you. I want you to be that person for you. It will seem a little strange at first, giving me that power over you. But in time, and with trust, it will become second nature for you. And with trust you will focus on your service to me. And I in turn will devote my life to cherishing you. Trust is needed because you have to know instinctively that what I ask you to do will not harm you. You will find a deep sense of well being in your service. But it is your service to give freely”
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Thank you for reading
Ric