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Guest Blog by Kd Grace: Sometimes it’s good when things go pear-shaped!

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September 27  |  Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

This blog is special to me- and you’ll see why in a moment. I’m still over the moon that Kd Grace has managed to create a novel from a small idea I had one day while bored in a supermarket!

I will let Kd explain

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It’s such a pleasure to be on Kay Jaybee’s fabulous blog today talking about The Tutor, and crowing loudly that the novel is now up for preorder! Sharing it with Kay and her readers is even more special since she’s the person who planted the seed that inspired this full-length sizzle of a romance.

The Tutor has a very special place in my heart because of its whirlwind beginnings. It all happened last October at Smut Manchester during Kay Jaybee’s wonderfully wicked “trip to the supermarket” workshop on inspiration. We were all assigned an item from the supermarket shelf and told we’d been called over the loudspeaker to go to the stockroom. From that we were to write the beginnings of a story about what we’d find in the stockroom and what we’d do with our item once we got there. I still remember the smug little smirk on Ms. Jaybee’s face when she handed me the slip of paper that read ‘ tin of pears in heavy syrup.’ I never imagined in my wildest dreams that before the weekend was out, I’d have the seeds for an entire novel about a severely haphephobic sculptor and a writer who moonlights as a sex tutor and the tin of pears that brings them together. What can I say? The novel just had to be written. In fact, the need to get it down was so urgent that I signed up for NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month in November and wrote the whole novel during that month!

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After that, I finished the editing and rewriting and sent it out to the fabulous folks at Totally Bound, who snapped it up, with a print date of October 11, 2016 – almost exactly a year to the day from that fabulous workshop of Kay’s and the amazing weekend at Smut Manchester. Needless to say, there’ll be a launch party at Smut Manchester this year. The Tutor was, after all, a bit of a group effort. It just goes to show that when something is right, it’s really right. Thanks again, Kay! You can inspire me anytime!

 

The Tutor Blurb:

Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine’s, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues. The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.

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AAAAAND! Here it is, the famous Pear Excerpt:

 “Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.

“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but I … well it isn’t the same.”

“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”

He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”

With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”

Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”

“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.

“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”

“What do you like?” His words were a labored rasp against the back of his throat, and Kelly found herself stunned by the question, and way more aroused than she wanted to be. He shouldn’t have asked. She should have answered. But she did.

“I like it this way.” She shifted her hips and opened a little further so he could see her thrust and scissor, circle and probe technique, and her body responded with the tight grip and release of muscle memory.

“Jesus,” he whispered moving forward on the sofa and leaning closer for a better look. “And when someone uses their tongue?”

She caught her breath in a giddy laugh. “Afraid I can’t tell you what I do since, sadly I’m not that flexible.”

“But you can tell me what you like.” His voice had gone rough.

“I like the flat of the tongue to part me and then probe me, circle my clit and then kiss and suck.” She closed her eyes, finding it difficult to meet his gaze when she spoke about something so intimate, so secret. Come to think of it, she’d never had a man actually ask her how she liked it. The few who had given a rat’s ass about her pleasure had been happy enough to let her order them about, but never quite got the hang of it.

It was the loud schussing sound that caused her to open her eyes. Lex had moved the coffee table out of the way paying no attention to the slosh of pear juice all over the towel V had spread. His eyes were locked on Kelly as he fished out his own pear half and fell to his knees in front of her. When she realized what the man was about to do she dropped the pear she’d been holding with a little gasp of surprise and scooted as far back in the chair as she could. He knelt low, holding the pear in the cup of his hand, as she had, placing it against the edge of the chair between her legs! She gave a little yelp and scrambled back in the chair still further, spreading her thighs over the rise of the chair arms to keep from touching him. He moved forward, the back of his hand so close to her crotch that she could feel the heat of it, and he lowered himself still further until his hair nearly brushed the insides of her thighs. Then, still looking up at her from his position on the floor, he began at the bottom of the open pear half and ran his tongue flat and undulating all the way up, flicking in just slightly in a little circle at the top end before he closed his lips around the apex and she could hear the slurp and suck of the sweet syrup.

“Oh! Lex! Ah!” And then she went non-verbal, holding her breath, tightening muscles deep inside her body, the only muscles she dared to move if she were to keep from touching him. She raised both arms and fisted her hands in a suicide grip around the back of the chair to keep from curling them in his hair. Her thighs trembled from her efforts to keep her legs on the chair arms and not throw them over his shoulders for leverage. She didn’t move. She didn’t breath as he licked and nuzzled and suckled until pear juice ran down his chin and onto his tee-shirt, until his face was damp and sticky, until his forehead was sheened with perspiration, and still he held her gaze as though they were locked together in each other’s orbit neither able to move without the other’s consent.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.” She barely managed a warning when his own convulsion brought him dangerously near her body. He had stopped breathing, she was sure of it. She practically climbed the back of the chair to keep from touching him as he lost control.

Then with a tremendous gasp of oxygen, he straightened, let the pear fall from his hand onto the Aubusson carpet and looked up at her.

“I’m going to pass out.” And he did.

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eBook:

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Print:

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K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace,Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

Find K D Here:                                                                  

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace

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Many thanks for another wonderful blog, Kd. I can’t wait to read The Tutor.

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

 

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Guest Post from Victoria Blisse: Real life Impacts on Fiction especially where Spanking is involved

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September 6  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I’m delighted to welcome my friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse to my blog. And oh my goodness, has she got a tale to tell!

Over to you Victoria…

Real life Impacts on Fiction especially where Spanking is involved!

If you follow my blog you’ll know there’s been some interesting real life experiences for this shy, quiet erotica writer. If you don’t check out What it’s like to be Whipped  and Waiting for the Kendo Cane to see what I mean.  Yes, this author now has experience of real life dungeons and my butt (and other bits) has experience of being spanked, whipped, paddled and caned.

Now, there’s a confession, I could claim it’s all in the name of research but I’d be lying. I really do rather enjoy it. A lot. However, it has been really useful research. I think my spanking scenes have definitely benefited. Here’s a little snippet of one of the scenes from One Night in Manchester so you can decide for yourself.

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Excerpt:

“As you’ve been so good, I’ll let you decide what I use to mete out your last five spanks. Would you prefer the paddle or the crop?”

What a decision. I’m not sure how much I like either of them, and I definitely don’t like making choices.

“Hurry up or I’ll decide for you.”

“Crop!” I exclaim, not really thinking at all.

The paddle hits my arse one more time.

“Sir, can I have the crop please, Sir?” I rush the words out in hopes if I say it quickly enough he won’t have time to hit me again. I could probably be quite decisive if Grant was always around with a paddle in hand, but then again I’d probably be much more easily distracted.

“That’s better. Now on to five strikes with the crop.”

“Five, Sir? You just hit me, though.”

“Oh, Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. That was an extra strike for forgetting how to address me. Now, if I were really mean I’d add another couple of strikes on to your total for questioning me, but you’re new to this and my dick is goddamn hard as nails and I need to fuck you soon. So I’m going to let you off this one time, but in future don’t question your punishment unless you want more of it, understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir—I mean, sorry, Sir. Or do I mean both?”

While I’m still pondering what I want to convey, I hear the thin, sharp whoosh of the crop cutting through the air. A moment later I feel the slap on my right buttock. I shut up as the focused impact takes all my attention. It’s so different to the thump of the paddle. Intense, hot and stingy. Do I like one more than the other, or do I hate them both equally? That’ll be something to ponder when I’m alone in bed and not while I’m waiting on another hit.

Grant doesn’t give me any time to adapt. He rains the next four slaps down on virtually the same spot in rapid succession. I stiffen and yelp, wiggle and cry out, and the pain grows and grows until my safe word forms silently on my lips.

Then it stops.

“Good girl, you took that so well. Now turn over.”

I do so eagerly, until my buttocks hit the mattress and the dull throbbing heat explodes with the contact.

“Shit!” I curse and he just laughs.

“Now, Jessica—”

“I mean Sir. Shit, Sir.”

Grant grins down at me and shakes his head. I notice he’s taken off his T-shirt and that his chest is hard, smattered with dark curls and begging for my touch.

“Okay, that’ll work for now, but try not to swear in future, it’s not terribly ladylike. Move back darlin’, and spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” My breath hitches and I slowly inch back, ouching and ooching with each movement. By the time I’m settled, Grant has taken off his trousers and pants—well, pants and pants, I guess, since he’s weirdly American—and I’m getting to see him completely naked for the first time. He is magnificent.

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Blurb:

After a flirty online relationship, Grant meets Jessica in Manchester.

He works in TV and he shows Jessica around the set where he’s filming. Their relationship quickly escalates and they have sex…on one of the sets! As things develop, so does their love play. In public places! And a little spanking never really hurt anyone.

Will Jessica be able to say goodbye to Grant when his work is done?

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https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-night-in-manchester

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/648625

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/one-night-in-manchester/id1131686070?mt=11

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-night-in-manchester-victoria-blisse/1124074104

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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut AlfrescoSmut by the Sea (Vol.1)Smut by the Sea (Vol.2)Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut NightsSmut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook , Twitter and Pinterest

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Many thanks Victoria- brilliant post. Much fun was obviously had during the research stage of One Night in Manchester!

Kay xx

 

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Smut Manchester 2015: Erotica with a Flogger and a Smile

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October 26  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

This weekend I was lucky enough to be in Manchester for one of the best erotica gigs I have ever attended- Smut Manchester .

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Hosted by the always amazing Victoria and Kev Blisse, sponsored by AMAZINGO.co.uk, and located in the Bangkok Bar, Smut Manchester was so packed with things to report that I fear I am bound to miss things out! So let’s go for the edited highlights!

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Top moment number one (beyond catching up with my fellow Smutters!!) has to be having the opportunity to meet so many of the Brit Babes Street Team. It was no surprise to find that each and every one of them was totally delightful. I’d like to extend a special thanks to all of you for coming- your support is incredible.

Emma, Victoria, Kay, Lucy, Kd, Steph and Cheryl

Emma, Victoria, Kay, Lucy, Kd, Steph and Cheryl

Next, I must mention Kink Craft! Who would have thought I’d ever own a flogger (OK, point made) Lets rephrase that- who’d have thought I’d ever make my own? It was so much fun!

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I must thank the Kink Craft folk for being so patient teaching me to make my gorgeous little toy- I can do most things with words, but practically I’m a bit hopeless!

Making a flogger with Street Team members, Steph and Pamela

Making a flogger with Street Team members, Steph and Pamela

Everyone who attended was allowed to make one for free, and so I advise you all to behave in the presence of all Brit Babes now, in case they have a hidden weapon about our persons….

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Kd Grace makes flogger with KinkCraft

Of course, being a Smut event, there were plenty of erotica readings. The quality of the stories was incredible high, and we all laughed, ooh-ed, aah-ed, squirmed, and shuffled as was appropriate!

Zak Jane Keir has us in fits of laughter with her smut!

Zak Jane Keir has us in fits of laughter with her smut!

There were three workshops, one from the lovely Ashley Lister and Liv Honeywell, who gave us tips on how to read erotica aloud. It’s an often neglected subject- and as writers are frequently called upon to read their work at events, with no thought to whether they are comfortable with the idea or not.

The unstoppable Zak Jane Keir presented her workshop on the importance of World Building within your work. The essential skill of making sure that, whichever genre you are writing, you get the back story correct- that you remember that some situations (such as a 22yr old not being able to send an email, not owning a mobile, and being a virgin….) just suspend belief far too much!

There was one more workshop- mine! I have to admit I was nervous. I have helped run workshops before, and I have attended dozens, but this was my very first solo class. I decided to spend my 45 minute lesson reinforcing the importance of keeping erotica within the realms of possibility. Erotica that people can read and think, “Ohhh…I could do that…” is very sexy.

Entitled Everyday Kink, I took everyone on a trip around Kaybury’s Supermarket, and asked them to sex up an item off my shopping list. From celery to cling film, and cheese slices, to tins of pears, the possibilities that were dreamt up were wide and various. I was particularly impressed with the ideas of the non-writers. You can tell those folk read a lot of erotica!

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Once everyone had their ‘mundane’ item kinked up, it was time to introduce an ‘unknown’ element to their imaginations. Everyone within Kaybury’s was sent to the back of the supermarket, where ‘something’ awaited them. After 10 minutes of writing a passage that combined their ordinary item and ‘whatever scenario they walked through the back door into’, there was some very impressive story ideas forming. I look forward to reading a few of the finished tales one day.

During the entire event, the Club Lash dungeon was available…for those who dared enter. I popped by after my workshop was over…You can imagine how much my story writing gene went into overdrive can’t you!

Cara Sutra teaches Victoria Blisse a lesson!

Cara Sutra teaches Victoria Blisse a lesson!

The day came to an end in spectacular style with a group trip to Dr Sketchy’s. Led, Pied Piper style by the gorgeous Jay through the streets of Manchester, we all gathered around the stage in Chapter One (the most amazing bookshop in the world).

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With clipboards and pencils to hand, we then watched two beautiful women entertain us over three incredible acts- and then we drew them! (Badly in my case) I have never been to an experience quite like that before- and I loved every single second.

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With the day drawing to an end, it was time to reflect on the event, and what better way to do that, than over dinner with friends.

Chilling with Emma- with an unseen Kd Grace acting as chief photographer!

Chilling with Emma- with an unseen Kd Grace acting as chief photographer!

I’ve been home from Smut Manchester for a few hours now, and my head is still buzzing with it all. A huge thanks to everyone who made the event possible- it was a wonderful day.

Hugs,

Kay xx

 

 

 

 

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Workshop Thinking: Smut Manchester

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October 18  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

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Next weekend I will be making my way across England so that I can attend Smut Manchester! I am looking forward to it so much! Not just because any Smut event is great fun- and often a little bit eye opening- but because it gives me the opportunity to catch up with many of my fellow smutty readers and writers.

I have to admit however, that I am a little bit nervous about this latest Smut adventure, as I will be presenting a workshop entitle ‘Everyday Kinky’ to help writers sex up ordinary items. I’ve already constructed the workshop, which I hope will be 45 minutes of wordy fun.

If you fancy coming along, then all you will need is a pen some paper and a healthy imagination. There are still a handful of tickets left- http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/smut-manchester-2015-sponsored-by-amazingocouk-tickets-16087184201

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Although there will be many new writers, as well as a heap of people who just love a bit of erotica and erotic fun, some of the people attending Smut are amongst the best erotica writers in the world! Talk about teaching your gran to suck eggs! Maybe if I wear a short enough skirt and stockings they won’t notice that I’m telling them stuff they already know!

The full line up for Smut day (24th October) is mouth watering indeed- hope you can come along!

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Preparing the ‘Everyday Kinky’ workshop has been a lot of fun- and it got me thinking. There are loads of creative writing courses out in the world- some cover erotica- but not that many…So should I? Should I start a series of erotica writing workshops for those who want to put a shine on the work they’ve already written, or who have a story stuck inside their imagination bursting to come out?

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I will be sat on a train for a long time on Friday. The train from Devon to Manchester is not known for its punctuality or its speed, so maybe I should put that ‘sat down’ time to good use. Perhaps I’ll be workshop thinking rather than story writing?

If any of you lovely folk have any thoughts on the subject of erotica workshops I’d love to hear them.

Happy reading- (Hope to see you in Manchester next weekend!)

Kay xx

 

 

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