January 28th, 2012 → 6:26 pm @ Dallas Black
Product Description: Blue Clitoria Plant
Appropriately named. One of the most exciting finds for ages. The white form has always been popular, but to find a blue is a reward, indeed. Marvelous climber and also a superb pot plant. Something very different, unusual. They provide quick covers for lattice, trellis, arbor and chain-link fence, and are a favorite food source for butterflies. They are hardy in Zones 10-11. In cooler regions grow as an annual or bring indoors as a house plant in the winter. They prefer full sun to light shade. These plants are very drought tolerant, but should be watered regularly. (never over-water!). The seed pods are edible. Proper name: Clitoria ternata Also known as the Blue Butterfly Pea.
So, I hope your mind wandered as much as mine did today. I vehemently contend the reference to the blue form being “a reward, indeed” is a sub-conscious reference to black women. But, I will keep that tidbit to myself.
January 22nd, 2012 → 10:44 pm @ Dallas Black
I am assuming you already know the definition but will go along with me for a refresher, the term “coital” is regarded by Merriam-Webster as a “physical union of male and female genitalia accompanied by rhythmic movements”. I have seen it used, more often than tolerable, in the form “post-coital” meaning essentially “after the act of sex.”
It is obvious and quite frankly, annoying.
I am not a 30 year veteran of erotic literature and I have never claimed to be however this is just one of a select group of words that suggest the author is either junior or simply lazy. I would much rather read “after we fucked” than “reminiscing in post-coital bliss”. Granted, I do not target the same audience as classic Harlequin romances but I do believe something has to be said for creativity and originality. My annoyance is not due to the assumption I enjoy more “modern, contemporary” prose. It is simply because the word is blatantly overused and often serves as a placeholder for an entire group of emotions that deserve much more thought and definition.
Can the term “coital” never be used? Is it impossible to use it in a clever, creative manner? No, it has its place. I just cannot point to an instance where the term has appeared and I haven’t rolled my eyes or had a genuine, clear understanding of what the author is attempting to portray.
In my opinion, words are like currency. Each word is valuable, expensive and the sum can be priceless.
In retrospect, I don’t care what you do, what words you use or in what order. All I ask, all I beg, is that when you decide to paint a picture of the vulnerable, sobering, conscious moments after sex that you pick your words selectively and in earnest.
That is all.
-Dallas
Author Dallas Black
dallas@erotictidbits.com
December 16th, 2011 → 1:30 pm @ Dallas Black
To all who submitted their stories for consideration in my upcoming “Erotic Tidbits” anthology I say wholeheartedly, thank you. Thank you for sharing yourselves, your passion and for exercising patience. My next step is to wrap up my own stories and engage my editor to begin the compilation of stories. The original theme in the call for submissions centered around creative, original stories that utilize elements of location to captivate and titillate the reader. Whether the action is on a roof, in a hotel room, in a car, on a beach or even on the moon I want to be able to close my eyes and see and feel the action. The stories I selected fulfilled this and many of those I did not select were great stories however either did not address the theme or in most cases were stereotypical, a bit crass and/or simply did not grab me from the first paragraph.
My goal is to move swiftly and utilize the holiday lull to produce a draft and garner feedback. Shortly thereafter I hope to self-publish straight to eBook and share the anthology with the masses.
Stay tuned!
-Author Dallas Black
http://www.erotictidbits.com
October 10th, 2011 → 1:14 pm @ Dallas Black
CLIMAX
Please don’t touch me
Please don’t speak
I lay here vulnerable
weakThe next 12 seconds
Let me be still
Don’t move
I am not kidding, for realDon’t laugh, don’t moan
Don’t ask, don’t groan
Leave me be, for a second
on my ownAffixing my eyes on my lids
I see red stars, space
My heartbeat falls
The end of the raceMy rapid descent
I near the ground
Not even remembering
The highest peak I just foundIts over, now I rest
Bathed in afterglow
Still electric
Down to my tippy toeMy eyes ready to open
Exhale through my nose
Done, totally done
I supposeDon’t look at me
Don’t giggle or ask
Go about your way
Just let this lastLet its natural trail
Fade away
Giving me a reason
To be with you, another day
-Author Dallas Black
http://www.erotictidbits.com
October 9th, 2011 → 4:53 am @ Dallas Black
None of us read anymore. The advent of smartphones, tablets, eBooks and 140 character blurbs have shortened our attention spans and forced us to glean facts and determine interest in seconds. You flip pages more than you use to and rightfully so. You have more reading options than ever before. Don’t like what you are reading? Go to the next story or topic. You must be intrigued in the first 2-3 sentences, period.
This is also true of erotica. If you don’t grab me, are obvious or manage to turn me off in the first 2-3 sentences then I am scrambling for the “Next” button. As an author, I would never tell someone what to write. But I can encourage caution; caution when writing an erotic story that begins as an erotic story.
The sexiest stories are just that, stories. They may be short, they may be long but they are bodies. Bodies of work that have a beginning and end up somewhere. The story may include a sexual tryst or it may not. It may be set in the countryside or in a concrete jungle. Either way, a story is told.
Words do not titillate, stories do. Filling your prose with “her pussy was so wet” or “his dick was so hard” does nothing for anybody. Trust me. Conversely, overly displaying your complex vocabulary does nothing but insinuate a level of sophistication that really does not exist. It shows.
The true essence, the beauty, the fun of writing erotica is walking that line. Telling a story that happens to be erotic. Conveying feelings, passion and describing their impacts upon characters. That is what keeps a reader turning pages.
It doesn’t have to be 50 pages and can be as short as one page. I am sure you already know it isn’t the “length” that counts but rather what is behind it and what lays ahead.
Keep writing.
-Author Dallas Black
http://www.erotictidbits.com
September 2nd, 2011 → 7:37 pm @ Dallas Black
Music often plays a part in great sex. Music provides a rhythm and serves as a metronome as you make sweet….OK, you get the point. In the recent past, you had to manually create a CD that served as your “love mix” so to speak. If we go even further back and you were making love in the days of cassette players, then you had an even harder job. You had to find your favorite songs on the radio, record them making sure there was not too much space between songs. Of course there was a Side A and a Side B, so if you were in the middle of marathon love and you suddenly heard that infamous “POP!” then it was time to slyly leave your partner, shuffle over to your radio, fumble for the eject button and flip the tape over. Although it was a pain to create the love mix, it was a labor of love. You waited with baited breath listening beside your radio with a blank tape and your finger steady on the red record button waiting for the radio jock to play your favorite love jam. As the song started you mashed the record button down hard and waited for the hiss and the tape to start rolling. You enjoyed the song and as the end of the song neared you hovered over the “STOP” button. As soon as the last note ended you slammed the “STOP” button. If you were an amateur then you would wait too long and the radio personality would cut in “Hey, welcome back to 97.9 and I am your host ‘The Love Doctor’…” thus ruining your love mix.
