Monday, 24 November 2014

Special Guest - Ashe Barker

Wow, it’s wonderful to be here, a guest of the fabulous Brit Babes especially as I’m a Brit myself. I live in the north of England, in West Yorkshire, Bronte country to be more specific. The moors around where I live make a brilliant backdrop for the sexy stories I like to write. The first trilogy I wrote, The Dark Side, was described by one reviewer as Heathcliff meets Fifty Shades, which I sort of liked.

But we digress. I’m here to talk about my latest story, which was an entirely new venture for me, my first excursion into M/M romance. The lovely Lily Harlem dropped me a line a while back asking if I might be interested in contributing a story for a box set – Brit Boys on … Boys. It would be M/M, British authors, British settings. Sounded yummy so I was in – such unseemly haste, but there you have it.

The result, a gorgeously hot collection of man on man action from some of the most talented writers of erotic fiction in the UK today. I am in excellent company, snuggled up in the box set with Lily Harlem, Lucy Felthouse, Clare London, K.D. Grace, Marissa Farrar, Jacqui Brocker, Josephine Myles, and Sarah Masters

Although I’d read plenty of M/M before, I had never written any. I fessed up to that, but I was undaunted. I wanted to have a go. After all, apart from some basic biology changes, romance is, well, romance isn’t it? And the smutty bits shouldn’t be too difficult. Or so I thought.

I had a lot of fun writing Bodywork. It’s a story set in West Yorkshire (where else), in the lovely small town of Hebden Bridge where Alex runs a car body repair shop, and Graham is a graphic artist. It’s a location I know well, and love, so I couldn’t resist sharing this picture, which inspired my description of the riverside mill conversion where Alex lives.

The sex between Alex and Graham is HOT, sizzling in fact, and I loved writing those scenes. I had a little inspiration, naturally, which I thought it only fair to share with you now.

Even though I usually write BDSM stories, I can still become a bit squeamish if the Dom gets more than a little rough with his sub, even though that is often perfectly okay in the context. I guess that ‘boys don’t hit girls’ thing from my school days is so deeply ingrained I have to make a conscious effort to shed it and let the story flow. Not so with Bodywork. Alex and Graham have no such inhibitions, no hang-ups. It was refreshing to just let these two go for it. I could let the sex be as heavy, or as gentle, as the scene needed, and they just have a great time together.

I drafted the story, did the usual self-editing to pick up typos and obvious continuity errors. To say I don’t usually write paranormal it’s scary the number of times my characters’ eyes change colour half way through. Then I sent it to one of the other authors in the group who had so kindly offered to copy edit for me. She liked the story, sorted out my sloppy grammar, but suggested I needed to use some more ‘mannish’ words in the sex scenes. She thought I needed to make the conversations more ‘blokey’.

Well I have a reasonably extensive vocabulary for describing smut, but ‘blokey’ probably doesn’t describe it. I needed to supplement my customary offerings of ‘cock’ and dick’. Clearly I needed to do some more research so I started, as you might expect, at home.

My husband was just tucking into his sausage, egg and chips when I asked him what he usually called his knob, if he found himself discussing it with another bloke. There was a bit of mess to clean up – egg does tend to go everywhere in those moments I find – but when I explained the reason for my inquiry he was as helpful as he could be. “Prick’ and ‘family jewels’ were added to my list. My repertoire was growing, but I needed more.

I asked my daughter, who had been drawn into the conversation when the egg started flying and she found herself pressed into service slapping her dad between the shoulder blades. She’s just sixteen, so I had my reservations, but she’s been around me long enough that our household is not especially coy. Even so, she added several more contributions to my list than I had expected from her and I found myself wondering if perhaps I would have been happier not knowing.

Even so, I pressed on. So far so good. But still I needed more so I turned to that fount of all wisdom, Facebook. I went to a couple of groups where I often hang out with other erotic authors and lovers of smut, and posted the question there. I asked for any ‘mannish’ words to describe any part of the male anatomy or related subjects. The ladies of Facebook kink and smuttery did not let me down. The floodgates opened, a rich vein was tapped. My education was enhanced immeasurably.

Here, dear friends, is my list. It remains a work in progress.
Family jewels
Boys and master
Mr Happy & the Boys
Trouser snake
The little man
The big man
Fruit and veg
Crown jewels
Ding dong
Tally wacker
Release the cracker
Boogie man
Twig and berries

Of course, this is not a complete collection. I have no doubt there are many, many more words to be added to my blossoming vocabulary and I would be obliged if any readers with particular gems of their own to add would share them with me. Leave them as a comment. When I write my next M/M story I will be drawing on them. But these were a good start, and certainly got me past the finishing post so I am indebted to my family and to my Facebook friends.

Just to demonstrate that I did incorporate at least one of these pearls of wisdom, here’s an excerpt from Bodywork, one of the smutty bits, naturally.

Graham chuckles. “Wait, not so fast.”
“Yes, so fast.” I don’t want to seem over eager, but shit…!
“In my jeans.” I’m not given to bouts of religious fervour but I offer up thanks to any deity who might be listening that I am blessed with an innate sense of responsibility and self-preservation, which means I am never unprepared. Well, not entirely. I hope Graham can lay his hands on some lubricant, although I’m not against a little improvisation. I roll to the edge of the bed and rummage among my discarded clothes to retrieve three foil packets. Should be enough. I hope. For now.
“Give.” Graham holds out his free hand.
I’m grateful that he hasn’t seen fit to release his grip on my cock. I drop the condoms into his palm and return to my task of relieving him of his pants.
Graham glances at the condoms. His grin is lust-filled. I suspect my optimism is not misplaced. He tosses the sachets onto the pillow.
Moments later we are both naked. His tackle is in my hand, swelling, solid, seriously impressive. I clench my arse in anticipation. This is going to be one hell of a tight fit, but I like it like that. I cup his balls with my other hand. They feel heavy and I squeeze. He twitches in my hands, and groans.
“Christ, Alex. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
The thought never entered my head. Graham’s fist is still stroking up and down my dick but the pace has become more leisurely now as my work on his cock grabs his undivided attention. I don’t mind that, don’t care. There’s time, and I want to please him, to give him as much pleasure as I’m able.
I shift into a kneeling position beside him and lean over to lick the head of his cock. The slit is already opening to leak droplets of clear, slick pre-cum. It tastes salty, the tang familiar yet unique, a flavour that is just Graham. I open my lips to take in the head and as much of his length as I can manage. I start by using the pocket of my inner cheek, but I’m soon shifting position again, now kneeling between his legs to draw the whole of his dick into my mouth and throat.
Graham’s fingers are in my hair, holding my head, but he doesn’t try to force the pace. It wouldn’t bother me if he did, I don’t mind things getting a bit rough. Even so, I appreciate his restraint, his good manners.
I suck on his cock, using my hands to massage his balls. Graham is writhing under me, his low moans and breathy, guttural curses telling me in no uncertain terms that I’m on the right track. I speed up, ramp up the pressure. I press harder, squeeze a little more, digging my fingers into the rough skin of his scrotum. I scrape my teeth along the wide, swollen head, then swipe my tongue over the smooth curves. The trickle of pre-cum builds, delicious, both sweet and tart at the same time. My saliva mingles with it as I bob my head up and down to take as much of him as I possibly can.
“Alex, I’m close…”
I ignore the warning, tightening my grip on his nuts as his orgasm builds and boils within him. He stiffens in my hands, poised in those final few moments. I continue to work him hard and fast. With a muffled obscenity his cock leaps in my mouth and the hot flood of semen hits the back of my throat. I was expecting it, but still I have to work to swallow, to keep my airway clear. The jizz continues to flow, his balls pumping the warm fluid into my mouth as fast as I can swallow it.

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About me…

I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres, and I still love reading historical and contemporary romances – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. 

I have seventeen (at the last count) titles on general release, with several more in the pipeline. I have written four trilogies in the Black Combe ‘family’, published by Totally Bound. The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word, and A Richness of Swallows are all set in the north of England, in some of my favourite locations in Yorkshire and Cumbria They are all fine to read it as stand-alones, but even better if you read them in sequence. I also have a ‘May to September’ style novella out, a short story in Totally Bound’s Paramour collection, a raunchy pirate tale in their Jolly Rogered collection, and a stand-alone novel in the ‘What’s Her secret?’ imprint.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads

*** Look out for an exclusive cover reveal and first details of Brit Boys on Boys at GRR on 10th Dec ***


  1. Thanks for being our guest, Ashe, and for writing such a great story of the Brit Boys on Boys Box Set :-)

  2. What a fantastic post!! Thanks Ashe xx


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