By H K Carlton (Guest Blogger)
From
our earliest childhood memories we have explored, experimented and
experienced. It’s how we learn and grow. I feel this same way about
writing. It’s like a whole new world and a new me.
I’m
not very adventurous by nature. I am not a go-getter or a
goal-setter, but lately I’ve been doing a little experimentation,
in my writing at least. I’ve been challenging myself to write in
some erotic sub-genres that I’ve never tried before and in some
cases haven’t read. Stepping outside of not only my experience, but
in some cases, out of my comfort zone as well. This from the girl who
started out thinking that historical romance was her genre. I’ve
since learned, I don’t have a specific genre and I don’t want to
be known for just one. I want to try it all. So, maybe I’m a little
more adventurous than I thought. At least when I’m hiding behind H
K the author, I am.
This
is how Streetlight
People
came about; challenging myself. Trying something new and different,
just like Andi the first female character in my latest release from
Total-E-Bound. My first shot at writing ménage (f/m/f)
(Andi/Street/Toni). Getting into Andi’s head was a little out of my
reach at first. But writing in my favourite POV, first person, I
found it easier to put myself in her place and having an open mind, I
went were I’d never gone before, so to speak. I found Toni, the
second female in the story, much more difficult to portray, because
she at least was the one character in the threesome that may have had
prior experience with multiple partners. I wanted her to appear
worldly, bold and confident. Kind of the take-charge type. And
Street, well, I guess he is depicted as the stereotypical guy in this
situation.
I
was a little apprehensive, to say the least, when it came to
submitting this story. I really wasn’t sure if I’d been able to
make this tale, not only erotic enough, but also believable.
I
guess I pulled it off. But more to the point just as Andi was
experimenting and experiencing things for the first time, so was I.
And the more I write, grow and learn the more I discover about me.
Perhaps I’m not overly confident sometimes, but as a writer I am
beginning to think I can be adventurous.
The
next challenge I issued myself was an m/m story, which I’m happy to
say has been accepted by EXtasy Publishing. What’s next? I’m not
sure yet, but it has been brought to my attention recently that
perhaps Streetlight
People
isn’t quite finished yet. (wink DG)
Thank
you for having me back, Lisabet.
Happy
Reading My Streetlight Peeps,
~ H
K
Streetlight
People Blurb:
We
all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from
ourselves.
Andrea,
your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at
the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her
interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans,
muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present, shabby cowboy boots. From
their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely
one-sided.
After
a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a
walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street.
As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a
storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a
deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea
soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty
street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering
tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend Toni.
Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a
threesome!
After
a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while
her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning
after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her
feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t
a part of the new equation.
Could
Andrea possibly hope that Street might feel the same?
Excerpt:
I
could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of
warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. As I began to unwind,
the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I
actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but
I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on
too.
I
didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my
neck and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth
and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and
savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my
other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started
to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.
The
bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my
side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt
her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
“It’s
okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
But
I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear.
And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I
wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy
it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on
fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what
was to come.
They
worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it - or it was
practised? I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did
that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the
street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to
think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there
weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
I
looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate
pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft
but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate
silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow
circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on
the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord,
twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
All
of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew
together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to
tangle.
I
gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as
if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly,
teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in
response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the
violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly
button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might
expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might
explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that
short distance.
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