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
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Trouser snake
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Todger
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The little man
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The big man
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Nuts
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Spuds
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Tackle
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Spunk
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Fruit and veg
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Crown jewels
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Missile
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Broomstick
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Manhood
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Ding dong
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Tally wacker
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Johnson
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Release the cracker
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Boogie man
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Twig and berries
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Prick
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Sausage
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Schlong
|
Joystick
|
Package
|
Lizard
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Chicken
|
Pecker
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Nutsack
|
Winkle
|
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…!
“Condoms?”
“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.
* * * *
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
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Thanks for being our guest, Ashe, and for writing such a great story of the Brit Boys on Boys Box Set :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic post!! Thanks Ashe xx
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