Hi all! It's Kay Jaybee here - and I'm thinking about the question I get asked most often concerning my writing - ‘where do you get your ideas from?’
There are many things that influence me; overheard conversations, musical lyrics, friend’s fantasies; but at the very back of all that, my driving force if you like, is a basic curiosity- a curiosity that always wants to know what is going on behind closed doors.
Not that I'm an eye to the keyhole sort of person (like Maggie in my story Through the Crack; Quick Kink Two). Nor would there be any point in me jamming my ear to the crack in the door (I’m deaf as a post); it's more that I can't stop my imagination from filling in the blanks. Even when the blanks aren’t even really there to be filled!
Sometimes I refer to my imagination as Miss Dubious Enterprises. Steering me along my erotic path, she takes me by the hand and points me in the direction of every possible source of inspiration.
She prods me as I sit on the bus, and gestures to the couple chatting on the seat opposite, urging me to observe their body language and reproduce their moves on paper at a later date. She reminds me to listen as I stand in shop queues, just in case someone says something I can use to kick start my imagination, once I’m happily settled with my notebook and pen.
Ever since I began my foray into the world of erotica ten years ago, I have seen and heard so many things- so many ordinary things- that my naughty little goddess has twisted and turned, a flirty smile upon her face. Each word she utters has been moulded into stories and poems that are designed to – let’s be honest- make the reader feel rather more than hot and bothered!
I wrote A Delivery of Words for my anthology Quick Kink One, after my goddess had pointed out a rather attractive bloke unloading a pile of dictionaries from his lorry, outside the local bookshop. It wasn’t long before my imagination had moved both the man, along with one of the dictionaries, to my home, and started to play with them...
What could the top floor of a nearby hotel really contain? Is it full of nice normal bedrooms, in which tired out members of the business community can crash after a meeting? Or is it, as in my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, a hotbed of private services and kinky sex?
When you see a sign on a lift saying 'staff only' where does that lift actually take you? When they announce over the loud speakers in the shop or club 'Would a member of staff come to the storeroom,' what happens when they get there? Are they sold to aliens for experimentation? Is there some erotically eccentric Sheik waiting to whisk them away to his harem?
The only trouble with Miss Dubious Enterprises- and I’d hate you to think I wasn’t grateful to her - is that she never leaves me- never. No situation is too mundane to be used within my work. As I buy shoes, she whispers to me that the heels could be used as a dildo, (Bad Behaviour in The Collector). As I walk in the park, she remarks on how much fun it might be to wank on a park bench (A Leading Conversation in Quick Kink One). She points out a passing bus driver, and tells me that I could write off all his clothes... (Now that is a story I am about to write!)
Rest assured though, she knows the rules, this imagination goddess of mine, and has never strayed to the criminal, vile or horrific. Yet she never calms, never slows, and never stops- and every now and again- without wanting to be ungrateful my dear Miss Dubious Enterprises, I’d like to switch you off!
But not today...