Today I have been mainly...
Nov. 14th, 2004 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erasteswriting smut. 21720 words so far. am 49 words ahead of target! :D
I have done about 600 words of Trans, but the bulk of my words today have come from an original smut piece for "Nightcharm" which i submitted today. It's loosely based on my Snape Voyeur fic, "Flagellare" with the names changed and the emphasis on chan removed. They pay $75 per piece - not a fortune, but still worth having - seeing as I havent had a penny from torquerepress yet, for the royalty pieces. Evidently my cheque from Alyson Books is being posted this week, and although I will be tempted to frame it, I shall take a colour photocopy of it and frame that. I have no idea how I pay american dollars into my account.
Anyhoo... here's a smutty snip from the original piece - now renamed "Participation is Sweeter Yet." (stupid title - go figure) It may be too wordy for Nightcharm. They call their written stuff "literotica" but it does actually read like wank fic to me. But maybe I should be writing wank fic.
But tonight, the spell breaks, and Anthony's eyes flicker open. In a heartbeat there is a shared moment of understanding, the watcher gains the perfect partner, a performer. His mouth waters as the boy begins a slow sensual horizontal dance, one so erotic that his innocent façade is revealed for what it is. The moonlight spills onto his naked flesh like molten marble, and a beautiful young curved cock rises with narcissistic glee from the golden curls between his legs, crying to the world for attention.
He drops to his knees in a parody of supplication, so he can see it close-up. Slim, long, and shaped perfectly to be taken into a palm and stroked, feeling the vein throb, pulling the hood of flesh down to reveal the dark, inviting knob, proud at the tip. Anthony's hands trail over his own body, one hand teasing at tiny erect nipples, the other cupping blond and fuzzy peachlike balls, whilst allowing the watcher to see all he does. Anthony's hazel eyes look black in the hollows of his face, his mouth opens but of course no words are allowed to escape. The invitation is wordless and unmistakable. And impossible to refuse.
I have done about 600 words of Trans, but the bulk of my words today have come from an original smut piece for "Nightcharm" which i submitted today. It's loosely based on my Snape Voyeur fic, "Flagellare" with the names changed and the emphasis on chan removed. They pay $75 per piece - not a fortune, but still worth having - seeing as I havent had a penny from torquerepress yet, for the royalty pieces. Evidently my cheque from Alyson Books is being posted this week, and although I will be tempted to frame it, I shall take a colour photocopy of it and frame that. I have no idea how I pay american dollars into my account.
Anyhoo... here's a smutty snip from the original piece - now renamed "Participation is Sweeter Yet." (stupid title - go figure) It may be too wordy for Nightcharm. They call their written stuff "literotica" but it does actually read like wank fic to me. But maybe I should be writing wank fic.
But tonight, the spell breaks, and Anthony's eyes flicker open. In a heartbeat there is a shared moment of understanding, the watcher gains the perfect partner, a performer. His mouth waters as the boy begins a slow sensual horizontal dance, one so erotic that his innocent façade is revealed for what it is. The moonlight spills onto his naked flesh like molten marble, and a beautiful young curved cock rises with narcissistic glee from the golden curls between his legs, crying to the world for attention.
He drops to his knees in a parody of supplication, so he can see it close-up. Slim, long, and shaped perfectly to be taken into a palm and stroked, feeling the vein throb, pulling the hood of flesh down to reveal the dark, inviting knob, proud at the tip. Anthony's hands trail over his own body, one hand teasing at tiny erect nipples, the other cupping blond and fuzzy peachlike balls, whilst allowing the watcher to see all he does. Anthony's hazel eyes look black in the hollows of his face, his mouth opens but of course no words are allowed to escape. The invitation is wordless and unmistakable. And impossible to refuse.
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Date: 2004-11-13 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-14 02:40 am (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2004-11-14 02:43 am (UTC)However - what i'm trying (badly) to say, is that out there in non-erotic land the competition is billion times harder; erotica is not all you can sell, and you will find that out. I was born on 31st October and I predict this.
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both real authors already
Date: 2004-11-14 12:15 pm (UTC)*sage nod*
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Date: 2004-11-13 11:08 pm (UTC)from seph: oh that's... yeah. guh.
from noel: can i fuck him, please?
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Date: 2004-11-14 02:38 am (UTC)As wonderful as having LJ mates FBack is, having gay men's feedback is invaluable, and so rare I want to lock it up in a box and huggle it.
Of course that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the "mmmmmmmmmmm" from Liz an awful lot too!!!!! LOL
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