Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Isabel: The Reluctant Mistress


A virginal peasant girl is reluctantly thrust into the spotlight as she auditions to join the king's court of mistresses. 

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About the Author

Alyssa Steel Erotica

I think it's pretty clearly established that I write smut for a living. I write the stuff that, if done properly, will make the reader need some alone time to take care of urges. 

I have worked hard to develop a network of amazing and beautiful people, and to be brutally honest, I'm afraid of the raised eyebrows if it ever got out that I write erotica. I'm afraid that my liberal, feminist friends would be aghast that I write stories (and get turned on by them!) of being fucked by strangers or being tied up and made to submit to a man. I'm afraid that my lit-geek girlfriends will look down their noses at me for starting sentences with the word "But" and for writing things with no higher purpose than to make someone all wet between the legs.

When I go into my office to write, I set aside my real name and my real issues. I put on my headphones, turn on Alyssa Steel's Pandora account, put on my pouty lips, and become whoever the hell I want to be. Without my secret identity, I could never reveal this super awesome part of myself.

I write the stories that turn you on. What's your superpower? 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Consent Is Sexy As Hell

The erotica genre is full of sexy bits and steamy pieces. We like to read about things happening to us that we'd never, ever, ever want to happen in real life. That's kind of the point, isn't it? To confront the things that maybe scare us but that turn us on in spite of, or maybe because of, that fear.

The language of erotica is often forceful because--well, that's sexy. I think there's not a woman around who doesn't wish, at least on some level, that her partner desired her so completely that he or she simply couldn't resist taking her in all kinds of kinky, messy ways. We like to think of ourselves as delicate and hesitant and maybe even somewhat inexperienced, and we love the idea of someone wiser, someone knowledgeable, teaching us what we love to have done to us, even if we aren't totally sure ourselves.

But something is missing in erotica: active and enthusiastic consent. Verbal and enthusiastic consent simply isn't seen as sexy. But why can't erotica readers and writers demand that we change the language the genre from forceful to consensual?

The lack of active consent is a dangerous thing. It serves to contribute to the idea that consent isn't really necessary. It's bad enough for men to hold this view of women, but it's tragic for women to believe it of themselves. When the sex industry, including erotica, promotes the idea that consent doesn't have to be verbal or enthusiastic, it can damage women. At best, it might make a woman feel like saying "no" is all part of the fun. At worst, it can convince her that her partner's unwillingness to slow down or stop is a compliment rather than assault.

Consent doesn't equal boring sex. It doesn't mean a loss of fantasy. A woman can have her bodice ripped open and her trembling breast exposed every bit as easily with a "yes" as with "embarrassed, downcast eyes." In fact, consent opens up a ton of opportunities for creative sex-play. Consent is sexy as hell, and it's time that we insist on it in all aspects of our sex lives, from actual sex to the books we read in the tub.


Friday, July 5, 2013

Vanquishing the Erotica Stigma

There are people in my real life who would never, not in a million zillion years, understand why I write erotica. Some of them would find it shameful because they are devoutly religious and sex is seen as a shameful and dirty thing that should never be talked about.

Some would shake their heads in dismay because they see erotica as a cheap market, a place where crappy writing is gobbled up like a 9 inch cock. To these people, anyone who writes erotica is automatically less intelligent, less educated, and of a lower caliber than all the other writers of all the other genres out there. Nobody who can write well would ever choose to write erotica. What a waste of talent that would be!

I have friends that I haven't told because they call themselves feminists and they see the whole idea of erotica as inherently damaging to women. These women love sex and talk about it as often as they can, but when it comes to reading erotica, they tend to clamp their legs together like nervous virgins. What they don't understand is that not all sex stories are about the subjugation and objectification of women.

It's a shame that there is such a stigma surrounding erotica. It's a fabulous, underrated genre that can be more empowering to women than some would ever believe. We're all adults here, so let's talk like adults. Sex is the most fun you can have with your clothes off. It feels good, and we all wish we could do it more often than we actually do. Sex can be passionate and slow, and take all night. It can be rushed and whispered in a few stolen minutes while your kid is in the shower. It can be comfortable and familiar, or it can be elaborate and creative. Sex can be so many things, but the one thing it should always be is fun for everyone involved.

I may write a story about a woman whose husband surprises her by tying her up and doing all sorts of scandalous things to her restrained body, but never, not for one single moment, are the women in my stories victims. They allow themselves to be put in situations where they can explore their dark sides. They are always willing participants, and shame doesn't wash over them when they put their clothes back on.

Erotica is a way for us to explore our own "shameful" desires. As a feminist, it's uncomfortable for me to admit that I fantasize about being licked and fucked by a room full of men and women, all of them trying to make me feel better than the person who came before them. As a woman in a happily monogamous marriage, I will never be in a situation where a room full of people compete with each other for my pleasure, but I can write about it. I can explore all those sensations in such clarity that it's almost like being there.

That's what erotica is for. It's not about setting up unattainable ideals for women to aspire to, it's not about women bending over and taking it up the ass simply because that's what a man demands of her. No, it's a way to explore the stuff you either can never or don't ever really want to experience.

It's my hope that someday, the genre will lose its stigma and that readers won't feel embarrassed by their bookshelves. I fully believe we can get there; we can vanquish this damn stigma, one well written sexy story at a time. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Forget Romance: Five Tales of Erotica by Alyssa Steel

Forget Romance: Five Tales of Erotica from Alyssa Steel

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Isabel: The Reluctant Mistress
A virginal peasant girl is reluctantly thrust into the spotlight as she auditions to join the king's court of mistresses.
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Do You Trust Me?
Shelby and Chris are a not so happily married couple on the brink of divorce. One day, Chris asks her if she trusts him and Shelby has to decide how far she will go to please her husband and save her marriage.

Taken By Surprise
Jennifer often drifts into fantasies, and she and Alec enjoy sharing their secret desires with each other. One day, Jennifer comes home to discover that Alec has gone to great lengths to fulfill some of her darkest fantasies. Fighting her fears, anxieties, and indoctrinated social mores proves to be difficult for her as Alec leads her deeper and deeper into her fantasy world. 

The Concert
After two years of a hot and heavy office flirtation, Mike and Lori are finally going out on a date. When Lori runs into a friend during dinner, she gets some advice that is sure to knock Mike off his feet. Although nervous about making herself vulnerable, she follows her friend’s advice and ends up experiencing the most amazing night of her life.

His Heat, My Desire
After her fiancĂ© moved out without a warning, a young woman decides go to a party. She hopes he will be there so he can see that she’s not heartbroken. She decides to take a short cut through an alley and comes face to face with her deepest desires.

If you like it hard, buy it here!

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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Sex Before Dinner

A few weeks ago, my kid had a spontaneous sleepover with a friend. This happens pretty frequently, and since he's an only child, my husband and I are lucky enough to get more nights alone than a lot of parents. Typically, we prefer to spend our evenings alone eating nachos on the couch, watching Glee or Mamma Mia, and drinking in our underwear. We've been together a really long time and we've long since passed that stage of our relationship where we feel the need to dress up and go out for a fancy dinner. It's so much cheaper to buy a good rotisserie chicken from Whole Foods and open up a bottle of Kirkland vodka. And we can drink till we're stupid and not worry about driving. Bonus!

Well, on this particular night, we decided we actually wanted to go out for a nice dinner. It had been a long time since we'd gone out to a place with cloth napkins and metal cutlery, and it sounded fun to pretend to be actual adults for a change.

He threw ideas at me, I threw ideas at him, but we were having a hard time deciding where to go. Then the dogs got hungry and we figured we better feed them dinner before we left for the evening. Yeah, being a responsible adult is sexy! You think I'm kidding, but no. Apparently taking care of the day to day needs of furry pets is sexy because we ended up going to the bedroom for some seriously intense and noisy lovin' (I'm sorry to all our neighbors. I honestly didn't realize the window was cracked open!)

If you have kids, you know that there's nothing as hot as noisy sex when the kids are gone. It's just awesome!

After we were both satisfied, we realized we were still hungry, so we settled on a nice restaurant near our house and ended up enjoying the best meal we'd had in a long time. I'm not sure if the food was really all that great or if it was even worth the price, but damn, that dinner was good. As we ate, we talked about what, exactly, made that dinner so delicious, and we both came to the same conclusion: We were coming down from a sex high and that made everything beautiful and delicious. A sex high is better than drugs!

We talked about what it was like to be young and in the dating world, about the anxiety and the horniness and the hundreds and hundreds of dollars wasted on good meals not eaten because both parties were worried about sex. That's when I had the best idea in the whole history of great ideas:

Everyone should always have sex before dinner! Yes! Assuming that you like each other and feel an attraction towards each other, just fuck before you go out. You know you're gonna do it afterwards anyway.   Let's face it, ladies. You damn well know whether or not you want to fuck the person who rang your doorbell before he or she even showed up, unless it's a blind date situation, but then you know within just few minutes. So invite that beautiful person inside, ply him or her with drinks and then get it on. It doesn't matter if you're on the couch or the bed or the kitchen counter. Just do it. Have crazy, loud, sexy sex until you both collapse from exhaustion and hunger. Then go out for dinner and tell me it's not the the best fucking meal you've ever had.

Once you've run your tongue up his shaft, once she's slid her fingers inside you, once you've both screamed with the delightful pain of pleasure, the whole world looks amazing. You'll both be more relaxed and conversation will flow more freely, food will taste more delicious, and you'll be in on something that nobody else knows. It's so much fun to look around at a bunch of couples and to think "Schmucks. I've already gotten laid once tonight and I'll probably get it again in an hour. Ha! Ha!"

Whether you're in a relationship or whether your dating, just try it once. Just once, find a person who turns you on and let yourself go. Don't worry about social mores or whether or not it makes you slutty. As Nike says: Just do it. Sex before dinner, it's the best thing ever.


Friday, October 12, 2012

The Concert, an Erotica eBook by Alyssa Steel

After two years of a hot and heavy office flirtation, Mike and Lori are finally going out on a date. When Lori runs into a friend during dinner, she gets some advice that is sure to knock Mike off his feet. Although nervous about making herself vulnerable, she follows her friend’s advice and ends up experiencing the most amazing night of her life

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Monday, September 17, 2012

The Things We Do for Love

Sometimes, when I'm hanging out with my mom friends, the subject of husbands comes up. Okay, the subject always comes up, just in different ways. Once in a while it's about a fight that just happened or what dairy or gluten does to their bellies. Sometimes it's about their relationships with their kids and sometimes it's about the things they do that show us they love us.

This post is about how my husband loves me.

Oh, sure, he's done the normal "I love my partner" stuff. He's held my hair back as I've vomited, he's rubbed my feet even though he has a distinct aversion to feet, he does 90% of the laundry because he knows that's the one chore I hate above all others.  He's thrown me a surprise birthday party, and has kindly refrained from drinking so he could drive my drunk ass home. You know, all that stuff a good and loving life partner should do.

But when I'm old and bed ridden and reviewing my life there will be one story that I will tell to everyone who will listen.  Okay, maybe not grand-kids, but everyone else:

Once upon a time, I decided that I wanted to write erotica. My reasons were varied. Part of me wanted a chance to explore my sexuality, part of me wanted a chance to be a bad girl and write all the stuff that I'd always imagined, part of me hoped to make enough money to support my coffee and vodka habits (though never coffee and vodka at the same time! That would just be a waste.), and part of me wanted to use it as an opportunity to get back into writing and to prove to myself that I could do it.

When I told my husband of my insane plan to start writing smut, he didn't laugh. He didn't judge. He hugged me and encouraged me. Then he cleaned out the spare bedroom and set it up as an office for me, so I could have a private place to think my depraved and explicit thoughts in private.

One day I mentioned to him that I wanted an anthology style book of erotica. Reading free erotica online is fun and all, but a lot of it was so poorly written. Wading through the mud to get to the gold was exhausting. 

And what did my honey do? He asked me to drop him off at a major bookstore while I took our son on a play date. Cool. I'll drop him off, he can work a bit, he can browse, have a coffee, take a couple of hours to himself.

I dropped him off, but what happened while I was at the play date is the stuff of legend.

He took himself straight to the Romance section and scoured, even down on his hands and knees, the shelves for some sort of erotica anthology. Coming up empty handed, he approached a twenty-something manager, adjusted the zombie messenger bag he was carrying, and asked her if she could help him find erotica anthologies.

Apparently she was a decent manager because she didn't bat an eye at the 6'2", scruffy bearded, army green shirt wearing, zombie bag toting, wedding ring-less, gorgeous man asking for written porn. She led him up the escalator and right to the Sensuality sextion section.They were both scouring the shelves, on hands and knees, looking for a book, just for me! After coming up empty handed again, she led him to the gay and lesbian section. That area came up dry, too, so he thanked her and she left.

Before we dropped him off, we had lunch. Indian. Lots of Indian. And it started to hit him after the manager lady took her leave. The poor guy tried to ignore it, but there it was. He had to use the bathroom. Although nobody likes going poo in a public restroom, he was stuck there until I decided to come and get him. So he headed back down the escalator and was about to turn down the hallway to the bathrooms when he saw the manager lady. She was looking at him and he was just too damned embarrassed to go to the bathroom.

How would it look? What would she think? Oh god! She'd think he was in there jacking off after looking for erotica! Looking for it, asking for it, searching on his hands and knees for it didn't phase him in the least. But the idea that someone would think he was getting off in public was just too much for him.

Fortunately, I showed up just a few minutes later, so he didn't have to hold it long and he didn't have to suck it up and use the public bathroom.

Some men will go and buy tampons for their wife, some men will make sure the car always has gas, but my man will go to great lengths just to buy me Erotica. That is love.

Incidentally, I did finally get an anthology. After dropping our son off with a friend, we spent a whole afternoon going to bookstores and porn shops. We found lots on interesting stuff but not what I was looking for. Until one amazing, women owned, women operated oasis was able to quench my thirst.


Monday, September 10, 2012

Taken By Surprise, an Erotica eBook by Alyssa Steel

Buy it now for your Kindle, Nook, or on Google Play.

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Jennifer often drifts into fantasies, and she and Alec enjoy sharing their secret desires with each other. One day, Jennifer comes home to discover that Alec has gone to great lengths to fulfill some of her darkest fantasies. Fighting her fears, anxieties, and indoctrinated social mores proves to be difficult for her as Alec leads her deeper and deeper into her fantasy world. Can she let go enough to actually live out some of her scandalous dreams?

Taken By Surprise, an Erotica eBook by Alyssa Steel

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Do You Trust Me? Erotica by Alyssa Steel

Buy this erotica tale of marital woe now for your Kindle, Nook, or on Google Play



Shelby and Chris are a not so happily married couple on the brink of divorce. One day, Chris asks her if she trusts him and Shelby has to decide how far she will go to please her husband and save her marriage.


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Becoming an Erotic Writer Improved My Marriage

Hi, I'm Alyssa and I write erotica.

Actually, I've just started putting my smut out there for the world at large, but I've had an active fantasy life since my teen years. In the early years of my marriage, I would write sexy stories for my husband, mostly because it turned me on to write them. The way hot sex that followed each reading wasn't such a bad thing, either. What I didn't realize at the time, so young and naive was I, that while my husband liked that I was turned on by my stories, he didn't really care that I wrote them. That makes him sound like some sort of selfish bastard, but that wasn't the case. All he really cared about was that I was turned on and feeling good about myself. That was the turn-on for him, not some imaginary characters in some imaginary situation.

The sexy part of our marriage came to a screeching halt pretty much as soon as it started. Days after our wedding, I found out I was pregnant. The hormones sometimes made for some lovely sex, but mostly I just felt too fat, ugly and achy to do much lovin'. For my honey's part, he had those normal new dad worries of hurting the baby or whatever.

After about forty-six years of pregnancy, our son was born and we were thrust into the world of parenting, and the style that most fit us was the Attachment variety. Our son co-slept with us, he nursed on demand for a really long time, and we didn't even leave him with a grandparent until he was a year and a half.  I still hadn't lost my baby weight, which made me sensitive. I used to have an eating disorder, so much of my self esteem was wrapped up in what the numbers on the scale said. The higher the number, the less I was obviously worth. So, even on the times that my honey made sexual overtures to me, I felt too worthless, ugly, fat and exhausted to do much lovin'.

And life, it continued.

Our kid got older, slept in his own room, and we had more time to be alone together. But I could never lose that baby weight. Almost twelve years later, I'm still fifty pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day, which was ten pounds too big for my anorexia-addled mind at the time. In actuality, I could stand to lose twenty pounds now. Those numbers ran in my head and did bad shit to my self-esteem. I felt too much like a beached whale to do much lovin'

And life, it still continued.

Jobs were lost, parents died, money got tight, and my husband was diagnosed with something called Peyronie's Disease. Neither of us had ever heard of this, but it's more common than we thought. The nuts and bolts of this piece of shit of a disease is that it effects the penis shaft, curving it and making erections painful. After running its course naturally, which often takes upwards of two years, the penis is different. It's smaller, less sensitive to stimuli, and can pop or bend in unnatural and painful ways. There are surgeries one can  have, but they don't always fix the issue at hand. There are remedies men can use to help the discomfort and bending, but there's nothing that can be done about the new size short of a penis pump or surgery.

So obviously this did a number on my husband's self esteem. Even though I find sex much more pleasurable now that he's shaped differently, even though I cum much more frequently than I ever did before Peyronie's, he just felt like too little of a man to do much lovin'.

And life, it kept its damn continuing.

Siblings died, moves happened, and I had a round of surgeries myself, which...yep. Made me too achy and doped up on Vicodin to do much lovin'.

It's been a hell of a ride. We're both as recovered as we'll ever be from our various issues, but the sex thing--well, that just never got back to that pre-pregnancy, early-marriage, hotness.

Until Erotica.

I still have that skinny little girl in my head, telling me that I'm ugly and fat, but I'm older than she is now, and I know she was just hurt and damaged when she was younger. My husband has always made it perfectly clear that my body is beautiful to him, but it's been so hard for me to believe and accept that as truth. Just like it's been hard for him to believe that I'm totally satisfied-- more satisfied than ever--by his penis, even though it's different from the one I married.

Over the last few years we've fumbled our way back into intimacy and we've both had plenty of fears and doubts along the way.

One day, not too long ago, I decided that I wanted to get back into writing sexy stories. But this time I wanted to do it for me, not for my husband. I felt embarrassed to tell him that I wanted to write these stories and that *gasp* I wanted to sell them. I kept it to myself for a while and refused to write a single thought down because I was afraid he'd laugh at me, that he'd tell me it was dumb, or that he'd think I was nothing more than a stripper or prostitute. As  it turned out, those thoughts never crossed his mind. He was thrilled when I told him because he'd always told me I was a good writer and I should put myself out there. So, not only was he beautifully supportive, but, he's gone out of his way to give me space to write as much as I want.

And life, it continues.

But this is a new chapter. For the first time in my life, I'm giving myself permission to tap into that sexy young thing inside me without giving her permission to harm my emotions or my body now. In writing my stories, which my husband often doesn't want to read, I'm liberating myself from the bonds I've placed on myself since I was sixteen.

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And liberation--It is sexy as hell. I feel sexy, I feel confident, I feel powerful. Nothing has changed in my or my husband's bodies, but suddenly I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a very sexual person and that admittance has made me confident, which has made me absolutely irresistible to him. Feeling strong and sexy has put my husband at my mercy. And guess what? That makes me feel stronger and sexier, which gives me more confidence to write which makes me feel stronger and sexier...Oh, this is a delicious, sensual, nipple nibbling, erotic circle that is so much more than just sex.

Even when we're not in bed, we're kinder to one another. We hold hands, we kiss, we hug each other in the middle of Target just because we love each other. And guess what? That extra intimacy during the day is just prolonged foreplay for both of us and we can't wait until we can devour each other again.

Becoming an Erotica Writer has not only saved our sex life, but our marriage too.

And so, when you see that couple hugging and gently smooching each other in the store, smile for them...and then go home and get in touch with your inner sex-pot. You'll wonder what took you so long.