I have a new erotic story that will be published soon. Most likely within the next month, September, or at the latest October. This is a longer story, a novella, than my previous two erotic published stories. Again set within a pandemic, though early in the pandemic and lockdown. More details to come, along with a cover reveal. Stay tuned.
2000 Followers / Desert Flower
The Dahlia, open blooming
Far from Africa’s dusty plains.
Bawdy songs float through the day’s rain.
Sphallolalia - wink and cry.
Pancakes, breakfast in bed, sorry.
Apology not accepted.
Circumlocution keeps us bound,
A big toe in a direct stream.
Incandescently glowing love,
Shadows blind our eyes to flaws seen.
Sitting in a bed above a
Garden in Spring with you naked.
Whispers left too much unsaid here,
We can’t apologize again.
Our bodies fused, eyes blind, don’t see
Because we no longer see us,
Instead we look at the raindrops,
Counting grains of the desert’s sand.
Look at the rose, its petals fall.
Dirty rhymes no longer bring joy.
So on my Twitter account @authorstew I reached 2,000 followers in July. So for reaching 2,000 I had my followers send me words and I said I would put them into a poem. The words are listed below.
xDahlia – flower
xSphallolalia – Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere.
xPancakes
xCircumlocution – a roundabout or indirect way of speaking
xAfrica
xBawdy – obscene
xBig toe
xIncandescently – aglow with ardor, purpose, etc.:
She sat on the rocks,
All black hair, mascara,
Pale skin, black lips,
Mermaid’s tail.
I called upon her,
My wish to woo her
From her deep watery shell
To share my land locked hell.
“Oh dark princess,
Look upon me with your dark eyes.
Bless this poor man,
With your gaze so dark,
Your lips black like my heart.
Share my world,
Eat my soul.”
She looked upon me with disdain,
“You call me dark
But know no light
Coming here alone in the day.
Follow the moon,
Howl at me
In the night,
As the sharks do
With their prey.”
I rowed away
Dejected and scorned.
My love, loves me not
I am yet a fool.
Yet, fool I be,
Did she not tell me true?
To return in the moon’s light?
Prey I shall become,
By bringing her some
Shark’s tooth and bite.
I rowed back through the sea,
The moon, my shining light.
I looked for my mermaid love upon the rocks
Called out with my chest,
“Come my love
See what I have wrought.
This gift I have brought.
A shark’s prey indeed!”
Out of the spray
And ocean’s depth
Rose my love majestic.
“Why do you call me
Landlocked man?
What can you offer me
From your hand?”
“A gift so dark,
So grim, so goth,
Your love you will give
And never give another.
Gaze upon this my sweet,
The head of my enemy.”
Her eyes stayed dark,
Her lips stayed straight,
The paleness of her skin did not change.
Then she launched from her perch
To my boat,
To me,
Her body took mine overboard
Into the sea.
She took me down.
Water covered me,
Dark, black,
Sea green with a bit of brown.
Her lips cover mine and air rushed into my lungs,
My blood became intoxicated.
I stick my tongue in her mouth.
My love and me.
She reached for me
My rod between my legs
Stroking to iron hardness
“Now you will do something useful
Fill me, feed me, give me your seed.”
Her lips again find mine.
My hardness finds itself inside.
How does one fuck under the sea?
A question to which I had no answer.
Lucky for me, it was knowledge not needed.
She moved with me,
Her body bobbing,
Like a porpoise
With a purpose
To bring forth my semen.
Her lips never left mine,
As her body I did find,
My hands exploring her underwater treasures.
Our bodies move,
Bob and float,
Feelings I’ve never known
Become common,
I am lost in her,
Lost in the sea,
Completely I give over myself
She in me.
I release.
She drags me down further,
No longer do I see the moon.
I fear for nothing in her embrace.
Her being is my air,
I want to tell her I love her.
I look into her eyes,
Outlined in black,
The colors of the sea swirl in her pupils.
She looks at me.
I feel love,
She moves her mouth,
Her head from mine.
My air!
My breath!
My love!
I want to scream.
Her body moves from me.
I hear her voice like a dolphin’s song
“You’re a dick, you know that?
I never asked for your desire,
Nor you to waste my time.
You bring to me not what I request,
Or even a thought for me.
All your calls and cries have been
Echoes of selfish desire
And childish pine.
You get what you deserve.
As for me, I’ve taken what I wanted-
The seed of a land walker to mix
With my underwater deity
To raise that which will conquer.”
She gave me the finger
And swam away.
The pale shimmer of her face
The last image of this world I saw
I watched as she fades away
The sway of her tail, my eulogy.
We found Shane’s boat in the morning. His body washed ashore that afternoon. We can only wonder what happened. Most assume he fell overboard and drowned trying to escape after killing Sean O’Lark. A few say he went overboard willingly. A scant few say he was lured by the mermaid to his death in the deep. Few of us really care though. Shane was always a bit of a dick.
I want to taste her
Her essence on my lips
Her scent on my hips
Moaning in her mouth
Telling her lies
As I rub against her thighs
Truth to be revealed
Take out my truth
Take it inside
And come to the light
Food and wine flow, Along with words Teasing out smiles and laughs
It feels good to laugh My cries have too often filled my nights. Here with my girls I believe it will turn out alright.
No more in dark caves, Will I hide; Spelunking for joy, Diamonds of happiness to mine.
The night roars on, Loud and rambunctious, Or is that just us? My waiter, That’s what they’re calling him, Has earned his pay. Feeding our insatiable desire For flirty fun.
As I leave, My girls with me, I get a tap, And a note: Enjoy your freedom. Happy Divorce. Your Waiter.
Chemistry in stories is pretty important. In both writing and movies and TV you want your characters to have some pop together.
You know what builds chemistry? Work builds chemistry. Not situations or attractiveness, work. Have characters have to do something, give up something to get together. Yes natural chemistry is good but actors are supposed to be able to act. Give them something to work with.
My new book of poetry is available now. A collection of 30 poems that are about seduction, being seduced, the consequences of seduction. Available on Amazon as an e-book and paperback. Also currently available on Kindle Unlimited. Go check it out Seduced by Seduction.