A Taste For Three: A Big Thank You!

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So my book A Taste For Three is out today *little jump for joy*. Evernight Publishing have done an awesome job with it, the cover is gorgeous and the whole process has been really straight forward. A big thanks to the Evernight Team – Stacey Adderley, Sandra Pesso, Jay Aheer et al for making it so easy.

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I really want to say a few thank you’s so please bear with me while I do my Oscar acceptance speech… *tongue firmly in cheek if you don’t know me very well*.

Thanks to Kayla Lords for my first guest post on her blog that started me off. The 33 Masturbation Monday posts that I’ve written have been fun, but they’ve also been about me learning how to write. Obviously, this is a continual process and the routine of posting every week has created some really good writing habits, like staying up really late on a Sunday night to finish, squinting at my laptop screen and knowing that nothing is ‘too dirty’ – in fact, the dirtier the better thank you very much! But most importantly, it helped me learn all the different ways I can stand to write pussy, cock and describe an orgasm.

Thanks to the Masturbation Monday community – you know who you are. All the comments and support every week mean so much and you make me feel like I’m not just sending words into the ether. You’re my dirty mates and I love you guys.

I need to specifically thank Emily DubberleyKymmie Carlton and F. Leonora Solomon because you ladies rock and I really love you. From day one you’ve been on my side and that is a bloody great feeling. Thank you and I hope you know all that support is reciprocated.

Alison Grieg my wonderful Brit Babes Street Team mate and Beta reader – you read it and it made you blush – that’s good enough for me!

The Brit Babes for their wonderful street team community and their fantastic support of my writing.

My 2 amazing ‘real-life’ friends, the only people apart from Mr Black who know how dirty I really am. Thanks for loving me anyway, ladies 😉 Get your diaries out – we’re going out!

Last but not least I need to mention my bloke, Mr Black. He reads pretty much everything that I write; he edits it, comments and if it’s really good… *cough* anyhoo… seriously, the support my man gives me is unbelievable. I wouldn’t have done half the stuff I have without him, we strategize together and plan my next 10 moves, 9 of which I would never have thought of on my own. He helps me navigate land mines on social media and when I’m banging my head on the table wondering why the hell I’m bothering to put myself through the pleasure / pain that is writing, he usually knows what to say to sort my head out. If he doesn’t, he annoys the shit out of me and the resulting heated conversation distracts me enough to get past whatever was blocking me in the first place. I think you’re getting the picture – I completely love this man.

Ok, enough mush.

I’m genuinely not someone who’s comfortable blowing my own trumpet – take that how you will 😉 – but now I’m faced with promoting A Taste For Three without driving you all completely insane. So prepare for blogs about food and sex, sexy chefs, sexy film scenes involving food, a guest post from the very lovely F. Leonora Solomon, and me throwing purchase links around like confetti.

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Any sharing you care to do of these promo posts will be very much appreciated.

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon

All Romance

Book Strand

Thanks for reading as always,

Rebecca x

Taking A Tumblr

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Ever since I was inspired by that awesome gif on Kayla Lords site to write my first Masturbation Monday piece, I’ve been looking for images to accompany the erotic shorts that I write for that meme.

I started off looking on Twitter, after all there’s a ton of profiles that just post filthy pictures. Selena Kitt’s is always good for some dirty picture action (she broke my Tumblr cherry), but it takes time trawling through and I got a bit annoyed by that, so now I just follow her on tumblr – much easier.

I discovered Tumblr a few months ago. Oh my god, it’s nothing short of manna from heaven for a voyeur like me. I knew about it way before I joined, but I had enough on my plate without joining another social media site, so I put it off. I regret those wasted weeks, I really do.

So now I’d like to stand up and say: “My name is Rebecca Black and I bloody love Tumblr.”

It’s awesome. I scroll through my dashboard until I find an image that catches my attention and an erotic scene plays out in my head and I write it down. Every single Masturbation Monday piece that I’ve written has originated like this – it’s never ending sex-fuelled-dirty-sexual-eye-candy inspiration. Genius.

I can’t take any credit for the images I post with my erotic shorts, except to say that I chose them out of the pool of blogs on there. But people have started to ask me about them (F. Leonora Solomon and Emily Dubberley to be exact!) Up to now I haven’t promoted my Tumblr blog (mainly because it’s just dirty-sexy pictures and filthy gifs) but if you’re into that, have a look if you want. You can find me at rebeccablackwords.tumblr.com – go be inspired!

Thanks for reading,

Rebecca x

 

His Fantasy – #masturbationmonday

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I watch you work your long, hard cock. You take your time, getting into it. I give your ear a little flick with my tongue to get the involuntary shiver that you just can’t help. I smile, so sensitive, so sexy.

I love watching you. There are no inhibitions between us, we’ve been together too long for that; seen too much of each other. All the dark corners as well as the bright, open spaces.

I love you deeply. Watching you as you work towards orgasm, towards the pleasure we both know is imminent, is one of my favourite things.

I run my hand through the soft hairs on your chest, circle your little nipple, pinching it a little before I work my way down to your stomach.

“What are you thinking about?” I whisper into your ear, leaving a trail of hot breath behind. You roll your shoulder towards the place I’ve left behind.

We like to whisper delicious fantasies to each other while we fuck or get ourselves off. Whatever takes our fancy at the time. We have our cache of favourites, ones that work every time, but tonight you surprise me.

“I want to watch you spank another woman.”

Mmm, naughty and new – I like it.

Your hand has sped up.

“Tell me.” I murmur into your neck, as I lick a wet line up and down the corded muscle there.

Normally you’re more than up for some serious detail, but tonight you go quiet. You’re in the mood for a story.

I shift my naked body so that my head rests on the pillow, my lips right by your ear. I won’t touch you much now, my words will work their way into your gorgeous mind and down into your cock.

I begin.

“She’s naked, laid across my knees with her sexy, round arse up in the air. She’s tense. nervous. This is the first time.”

You let out a little breathy moan. “She wants it though.”

“Oh yes. She wants it alright, I can see the shimmer of her arousal on the inside of her thighs. My hands are itching to mark her flawless, pale skin. She tries to rub herself against my thigh, I give her a quick, sharp smack and tell her to hold still. I look at you, sat in the chair opposite us. You’ve unzipped your trousers and have your cock in your hand. You nod your head to begin.”

“Do it.” A whisper of sound.

“I raise my hand and tell her to brace herself. She pleads with me to start, desperate little pants rack her body. I make you both wait a moment more, my eyes on the flesh that’s calling my name. The moment my hand connects with her skin she moans long and loud and I know she’s not going to last long.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I hardly notice the sting on my hand because I am mesmerised by the rosy flush beginning to cover her arse. She wiggles and opens her legs, just enough for me to run my fingers up her wet slit. You groan and I see you speed up the motion on your cock. I rain four, five, six more slaps on her bottom making sure to spread them out. I love spanking the bottom curve and watching her flesh move and shake. She is whimpering now, she wants to come.”

“Fuck, yes.” You groan, I can hear your hand shuttling up and down your cock now. Muscles tense, straining, you intermittently hold your breath then let it out in a big rush.

You want to come too, and I want you to.

“No mercy now.

I keep spanking her until she can’t control her wanton movements. She wriggles and squirms, humps and grinds, begs and pleads for me to finish it. I look at your flushed face, you are watching this tableau. It is for you.

Your dark eyes meet mine: a nod.

That’s my cue, I tell her to spread her legs. She doesn’t hesitate. I thrust two fingers inside her. Her head flies up, the scream that is wrenched from her is all the reward we need. You watch me make her come, her body twisting and shuddering, too much for it to contain.

I look up to see you stroking the head of your cock, a fast, jerky rhythm that I know is the prelude to the end.”

“Oh god! I’m coming now. Oh fuck that’s it….”

“You can see that she has come hard, all over my hand. White ribbons shoot onto your stomach…” You hold your breath now, stomach clenching as you vibrate and twitch your way through a long satisfying orgasm. I feel a warm wetness on my side and smile.

Thanks for reading. You know the drill, head over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts. If you like this story why not stay and have a look at my other erotic shorts. There’s quite a variety…

Rebecca x

Naughty Girl – #masturbationmonday

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I haven’t had any panties on all day…” she whispered in his ear as she walked past him trailing her hand across his shoulders.

“You little minx.” He murmured, slowly lowering the document he was reading. Setting it down on the hall table, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Loosening his tie he followed her into the kitchen.

She had her back to him, on tiptoe reaching high for a wine glass, her skirt lifting temptingly up her soft, pale thigh.

Slowly walking towards her, his eyes roamed over her curves, resting on her full, round bottom. The thought of her walking around all day with nothing underneath that skirt was enough to make his cock twitch.

Naughty, beautiful girl.

He came to a stop behind her. Hesitating slightly, she took hold of the glass. He let her set it on the counter before he placed his hands on either side of her, surrounding her.

He lowered his mouth to her ear. “What should I do with you?” His lips grazed her neck eliciting a shiver through her body and he smiled. She was on edge and she only had herself to blame. He should leave her alone for a while, make her suffer a bit, but the thought of what was under that skirt had him hard and wanting.

“Have you been thinking about my cock all day?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said primly.

“I bet you’ve been wet and slippery all day, haven’t you?” He stood back a little so his hand could stroke over her arse. He heard her breath catch and saw her hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Maybe a little.” She replied coyly.

“I bet you’re aching for it now – all throbbing and swollen – just desperate to come.” His hand swept down her leg until he reached the bottom of her skirt. He took hold of it and slowly pulled it up her thighs, watching as her legs and bottom were revealed, licking his lips as he took in the beautiful curve and fullness.

God he loved her arse. He could play with it for hours, licking, biting, smacking it.

Time for that later though. Right now his woman was panting, squirming and desperate.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” She whispered, all attempt at levity gone now.

“Spread your legs and push out that gorgeous bottom.”

“Oh god!” She moaned, immediately doing as he directed.

There was something about her in that position that just blew his fucking mind. Straight legs, spread shoulder width apart; bent forward with her head down, arse on full display. Waiting.

He clenched and flexed his hand, stretching his fingers wide. He knew what she needed.

The first smack drew a gasp from her and left a perfect rosy hand print on her skin. The sixth had her chanting, “Oh god! Oh god!” over and over, and by the twelfth her head was down and she was panting, hard. He knew she was close as he could see the wetness between her legs. His cock was straining to be free of his trousers, but he was going to hold on a little bit longer.

This first one was for her.

He spanked her again, moving his other hand around her body to touch her clit. He rubbed it hard, spanking her all over her already pink cheeks.

Her head flew back and she moaned long and loud.

She could do better than that.

He kicked her feet further apart, landing two swift slaps directly between her legs. His fingers returned to her clit – rubbing and circling.

She screamed out her pleasure.

He smiled. That was much better.

 

Thanks for reading! Check out more offerings for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being

 

 

The Morning After #EWBD

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So it’s the morning after and I think the adrenaline that has kept me going for the past 5 weeks has started to wear off. Crash, bang, wallop! There may have been a few tears, but they were triggered by the kind words of the lovely Tabitha Rayne. So not such a bad thing really.

What a wild and crazy ride the past month has been. We went from Emily Dubberley’s small message on Facebook saying, what about celebrating erotica on World Book Day? To hundreds of people being involved in the discussion group, writing a story then editing 21 more for the anthology, the stress of trying to get it ready and uploaded in time for the party (Kev Blisse you’re awesome), getting Brook on board, preparing for the Facebook party, hosting part of it, people / organisations donating over £1500 worth of prizes (Cara Sutra you’re amazing) and getting mentioned in loads of blogs and the national press!!! My head is spinning.

The amount of people who have been involved has been staggering and everyone has worked so hard to pull everything together, tweeting and sharing posts and getting the word out about what we were trying to do. The erotica community is strong and supportive; I’m so proud and happy to be a part of it.

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Anyway, if you missed it, we had the Erotic World Book Day Party on Facebook last night where we launched An Intimate Education: an anthology of 22 stories from some truly fantastic erotic authors. It’s climbing the Amazon charts as we speak after an absolutely fantastic response from people last night. All profits go to Brook, a sexual health education charity for young people. They do great work and I’m really happy to be part of something that’s raising money for them.

We also released the list that we compiled over the last month 100 Modern Erotic Classics That you’ve Never Heard Of. What I love the most about this list is its diversity, there’s something on there for everyone. It caters to different kinks, sexualities and fantasies. I’m going to be working my way through it over the next year.

The party is over but we still have work to do. It’s looking like #EWBD will be back next year. Just think what we’ll be able to do with so much time to plan! Exciting times ahead. Here’s the website if you want to keep up with what we’re doing. eroticworldbookday.co.uk

Thank you for all your support and a massive shout out to Emily Dubberley who drove it all forwards to make the idea a reality!

Rebecca x

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Alter Ego

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It is a little strange having an alter ego. When I sit at my computer I am Rebecca Black wannabe writer and fledgling blogger. The rest of the time I am your average mother of two with another name, doing the school run, building train sets and wiping snotty noses. There is such a dichotomy between the two that I often find myself trying not to laugh as I walk down the street to fetch my kids from school.

What would people think if they knew?

I’m not quite ready to find that out, but as Rebecca I feel free to write and say whatever I want to. This is a new experience for me. I have constrained myself over the years worrying what my family and friends would think of the things that I’ve wanted to do.

I’ve done some of those things but never told. I have secrets held very tightly to my chest. It is not always a comfortable weight, they feel heavy and every once in a while I struggle to hold onto them. They are secrets not because I regret the things I have done but because I fear censor and judgement from some of the people that I love. However, with the advent of my alter ego I am slowly but surely letting them go and some days I think I might float a little. Something always drags me back down to earth, but now I’ve experienced that feeling I won’t let it go.

I think at 38 years of age I am finally ready to say, “Sod it!”

It feels good.

 

 

Taking A Chance

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2014 was a pretty good year. My little family and I managed to survive it fairly well intact. Happy kids, a fantastic partner who has worked hard and achieved amazing things, and me, in a mainly happy (I will admit I had a few moments where I wanted to run away, far away) supporting role. Someone’s got to keep feeding the kids and making sure they don’t leave the house naked, right?!

December 15th 2014 was a BIG turning point for me.

Up to that point I was a voracious reader who had recently started to write a bit. I had a few stories on the go, lots of ideas and a long term plan.

I joined Twitter and started to follow some interesting people. I had lots of questions like what’s a meme / vine? What does NSFW mean? Why do Twitter people think you can write what you need to say in so few words? Honestly!

“Oh my god, come and look at this!” Became a fairly regular demand to my bloke as I explored Tumblr, different Twitter pages and blogs in the evening when the kids were in bed sound asleep. Basically, I was just being bombarded with lots and lots of dirty, naughty inspiration. It was awesome!

Anyway, one of the twitter people I follow is Kayla Lords. Her blog is called ‘A Sexual Being’. She writes about living in a D/s relationship and writes erotica. Her blogs are honest, often funny and touching and easy to relate to whether you live in the BDSM lifestyle or not. She also has a blogging meme called #masturbationmonday. Where people write ‘a steamy hot post about masturbation or so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.’ I read a few of these and thought, ‘I reckon I could do this’.

Problem: I didn’t have a blog. So on that cold, wet December day I took a chance and contacted Kayla asking her if there was another way for me to write something for #masturbationmonday. She got straight back to me saying I could do it as a guest post on her blog.

I was a bit shocked to be honest. I was thinking, ‘…but she’s never read anything I’ve written. What if she thinks it’s shit? Oh my god, am I really going to do this?’ You get the idea – especially if you’ve ever written anything and got that anxious, squirmy feeling when you’ve thought about people actually reading it.

Anyway, I put my big girl pants on and wrote something. I was VERY inspired by the vine that she’d used as a prompt the previous week (go have a look it makes me go a bit tingly every time I see it!) and the little story just poured out of me. It’s such an amazing feeling when that happens. I kept it for a few days and checked it a bit obsessively before finally emailing it to Kayla.

So Monday rolled around and ‘Watch Me’ went onto Kayla’s blog with a lovely intro from her. I couldn’t believe how sweet and supportive people in the erotica community could be. They left messages of support, retweeted it, put links to it on their blogs. Over the next few days when Triberr kicked in my phone was going ballistic with retweets and it had 168 shares (and counting) to Twitter from her blog page.

That’s the moment there that changed everything really.

I know that sounds a bit dramatic but it’s true. I’d tentatively reached out and someone who I’d never met and who I’d barely had any contact with, was willing to give me a chance. That was a great feeling. I call Kayla my Fairy Godmother (FG for short). It’s weird to think I’ll probably never meet her, she’s in Florida I think. I’m in Yorkshire, England. But I will always be so grateful to her for being so kind and giving me a chance to let people read a few words I wrote.

Things snowballed pretty quickly after that, I wrote another guest post for #wantonweekend called ‘Private Festivities’ and with a huge amount of help from my partner we got my blog set up and I frantically wrote a few posts to put on it. Meanwhile, I was trying to get sorted for Christmas and remember to buy the kids and family presents. It was an exciting but slightly fraught time.

So in the space of a couple of weeks I went from not having a blog to having one and nobody reading anything I’d written to quite a few people reading it, liking it and helping me spread the word about it.

Who knows where this writing journey will go. Hopefully I’ll publish some books and a few people will read them and have a good time in bed that night! Whatever happens, I won’t forget that buzz of excitement when I realised for the first time that people were reading something I’d written and that some of them were actually enjoying it.

So, take a chance on something. Who knows where it’ll take you.

All the best for 2015!

Rebecca x