YAY - A writing challenge you can see through...

Ms. Tyler, our lovely Alison, issued us a challenge this week, based on a query from the fabulous Nancy.

First, we answered her weekly Trollop With A Question (this is number 74 and they've all been fantastic and thought inducing. Go catch up if you haven't been keeping up.)

This week's question was interesting in and of itself, because it involved an item I've rarely worn, and therefore never had much cause to think about.

How many ways are there to wear sheer stockings?

And after we answered that, she challenged us to write her a flasher on that very subject.

It's been awhile since we've had one of Alison's writing prompts, and I was happy to comply with this.

So, here is my contribution.

Please enjoy. And if you get the chance, take on the challenge yourself.

They constrict around my wrists, the seams creasing my skin with every movement.

This was not what I had in mind when I ordered them from Paris. “The stockings your legs deserve” the tag line read. It sounded better in French, but that was the point.

When I dressed that morning for work, I felt very French, sexy, with my pencil skirt and ruffled blouse. Empowered even, as I brought my boss his coffee.

His eyes trickled, his chin lowered, telling me, without words, what he wanted.

On my knees, naked, my cunt twitches, as the silk tightens further.

SShhhh - it's a secret... (DSL Blog Tour stop)

Ok, not really. And I'm not so good at keeping secrets anyway.

As I sit here, attempting to figure out how to introduce this, I'm brought back to 2007 - and the first time I saw Alison Tyler's blog. She was - confessing is the closest word I can think of - and keeping her readers on the edge of our seats. It was a tale of shame, of discovery, of release. It was a tale of newly discovered pride.

Even after she stopped telling, it stuck with me for awhile. And I stuck around to see if she'd finish it.

Six years later, she's started it all over again. But this time in book form.

The first installment of this tale is titled Dark Secret Love. And like Alison herself, is unique and incredible. You'll have to attach yourself to something steady, because it's easy to fall into her world.

Today, our lovely Trollop answers a few questions, and poses a challenge for readers in the last one.

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You’ve said that whatever you write always contains a sliver of yourself. With DSL, it’s more than a sliver. Did you discover anything new about yourself this time around that you didn’t back in 2006 when you first began telling your tale on your blog?

Here’s a tequila-induced confession. I was fucking terrified to revisit the story. I wrote this entirely organically, if that makes sense. Every day, I committed to about a thousand words. I let music inspire me as far as the tone. So if I heard a Pink Floyd song one day, I might write with that atmosphere in my mind the next. I had no real grasp of whether the piece would hold together in book form. What did I discover? That petrifying fear, which gradually let me loose the longer I worked on the project.

See, the thing is, there are 500,000 words to the tale. I’m at book eight of compiling, and it’s not finished.

Where’s the craziest place you’ve found inspiration for one of your stories?

I entertain myself by constantly writing stories in my head. Any place where you’re stuck for more than a few minutes, that’s when my over-active brain takes over. I’ve written stories set in the DMV. While waiting for a Tow Truck. While stuck in traffic. I like to say that I see sex wherever I go. It’s the truth. Give me a few people, an odd location, and ten minutes—and I’ll write you a story.

How hard was it to come to terms with your sexual “appetites” in a society that insisted they remain hidden? Do you feel it would be easier if you had to do it in today’s world?

There are so many more resources available for kinky people now. At least, resources you can easily put your hands on. The internet is a wealth of knowledge for fetishists and kinksters. In my formative years, as they say, I was pretty much alone. And lonely. That is, until I met Brock:

And it wasn't long before I realized that high school life and my world with Brock were parallel universes that didn't have anything else in common—running side by side on twin tracks. I felt as if I were in a dream as I walked through the Quad, watching the popular kids up on the wall, the jocks out by the basketball court, the stoners behind the gym. I faked everything from 8 - 3, not coming alive again until Brock picked me up on his Harley. Somehow, I was smart enough to do well in class simply by going through the motions. But I no longer had a desire to fit in.

            I think we are all hardwired for what we crave. When I’d gone on the few miserable dates with guys my age, I would invariably offer my wrists to them. To hold. To kiss. I didn’t even know why I was doing this. And the guys never figured out what I wanted. I can imagine their confusion now. What’s with this chick? But Brock did. He rarely held my hand. He gripped my wrist instead, letting me know what it would feel like to be bound to his bed, to be in his power. Letting me know ahead of time, before he made that fantasy come true.

DSL is a huge hit – and Hollywood comes knocking. Who do you see playing the parts?

Ha. I love you. I wish I could close my eyes and see the cast all lined up neatly. But I can't wrap my head around the casting! I want to say, an eloquent Tom Sizemore. Or Michael Madsen in this one scene of this one movie. Or David Straithairn circa L.A. Confidential. Or John Doe in Slam Dance. Even if his coloring is wrong, there's something so brutal and sexy about him. Especially, in that three-piece suit.

But you know what? I want to flip the question and ask readers instead. Who would you cast for the roles? 

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I think she really wants to know guys. So answer in the comments, and at the end of the blog tour, Alison will choose her favourite answer and that lovely reader will receive a fun prize. Not sure what yet, but you can bet it'll be cool. (Also, if you check out that entry, you can enter to win a prize pack from Alison herself).  

If you don't have your copy yet, check out Dark Secret Love at Amazon UK, Amazon US or at your local book store. 


Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express and “a hell of a writer” by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies. Visit alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

The Long Ride Home

 

After reading Theresa Noelle Roberts' contribution to Alison Tyler's Big Book of Bondage, my own commute seems drab and boring to say the least. But now, on the way home from work, I'll have this little tidbit to re-read over, and over, and over.

While I don't have a piece in Alison's latest anthology, when she asked for reviewers I quickly volunteered. With the line-up of writers involved, it was hard not to. The tough part was choosing - so I asked Alison to do it for me. And I couldn't be more grateful.

In Commuter Training, Theresa takes the idea of bondage out of the bedroom and into an "average" couple's every day work life. Except there's nothing average about them.

Like every woman, Aileen loves getting text messages from her husband Daniel. Like every woman, Aileen loves seeing those three little words "I love you." But unlike every other woman, it's the words preceding those that get Aileen all hot and bothered.

Daniel sends commands through text - and he's confident enough to know that Aileen is going to obey. Like when he orders her to take her panties off, leaving them in her purse for the train conductor to see when he asks for her ticket. And then an hours ride home, sans-panties, with the knowledge that she's naked under her skirt. A naughty little secret for the two of them. 

I know that women are accused of keeping everything but the kitchen sink in our purses, and in Aileen's case, it would seem that she does. A veritable treasure trove of kinky items to fit any mood Daniel is in, she is the proverbial girl scout - always prepared.

Theresa creates an incredibly hot story between two characters who are married, proving to all that married doesn't necessarily mean dead.

Another incredibly hot book from our own Trollop with a Laptop. But would you expect anything less?

Alison's birthday????

Ok, I'm a bit behind on everything these days, but I had no idea how far until I visited my good friend Dayle's blog, and noticed that today we are celebrating a special birthday (we're not exactly sure WHAT day it is, but they in the blog-o-sphere have decided to break out the cake & champagne today). I figured I'd jump on board the bday train for a woman who changed my life.

So....*A-HEM* on this day mumble...mumble years ago, a new life was brought forth to us.

A baby girl, who would later on in life alter the face of written erotica as it was known. She would go on to coin several phrases, and would forever change the meaning of the word Trollop.

She is many things to many people. A giant ball of contradictions, she is what the moment dictates it needs her to be. She is shy and bold. She is confidant and insecure. She is both a day of race cars and espresso and a lazy day of margaritas and sunshine.

She is the bubbles in our champagne.

Without her, many of us wouldn't know what it is to be a published author. Without her, many of us wouldn't know how good we can be. We wouldn't strive to be better, or to even have as much fun with our sexuality as we do.

She is encouragement and support personified.

Personally, I've only been published once, and it was thanks to her that I am. She saw merit in one of my shorts, and took a chance at including it in an anthology that has now been on the top of Amazon's Literature & Fiction list since it's release. I am honored to be included amongst the great names in Frenzy.

So, today, I wish our very own Trollop, Alison Tyler, the happiest of birthdays. And thank her for being who she is. (and follow the link above to party hop, drink your fill, and meet some very interesting and kinky people).

I hope Sam spoils you rotten, spanks you until you can't sit straight, and then serves you dinner with a smile (and nothing else).

Walk Away (Kiss challenge - 250 words)

I entered this over at Trollop with A Laptop for her Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me challenge, and thanks to the wonderful voters (some of whom were my very good friends), I WON. Even if I hadn't - I think it's a unique twist at the end.

What do you guys think?

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“Not yet.” He grabbed her as she stalked past, pulling her roughly into his bare chest. “You don’t just get to walk away.”

His hand came up to softly carress her cheek, his eyes burning a hole through her, weakening her resolve.

“Josh…” His name was a whisper on her lips, and she struggled briefly, but without real effort, to remove herself from his arms. His thumb moved across her lips, barely touching them before he angled his head, claiming her mouth ravenously.

Her nails dug into his pecs as she leaned into him, thrusting her tongue against his in the familiar dance. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, demanding total surrender, and against her better judgement, she waved the white flag, thrusting her aching groin into his hard on beneath the towel he had slung around his hips.

He took a fistful of her hair and yanked to the side, exposing her jugular and wasting no time, sunk his teeth in, biting in his practiced way so as to not leave a mark. But he did leave an internal bruise that she would feel for months at a time; the haunting, orgasmic sensation of his claim.

His tongue left a moist trail from her collarbone to her earlobe. “Come on babe. Don’t go.” Her resolve weakened, and for that one moment, she couldn’t remember why she was leaving.

“Hey Josh. Where do you keep the shampoo?” A woman’s voice called from the bathroom.


Oh yeah. THAT was why.


©Miz Angell 2008