November Newsletter

November: Warm feet, fireplace, pumpkin soup...

The Fall has been lovely so far (chilly weather aside) with the Crucial and Amazing Fire and Ink Writers' Conference in Austin, Texas still fresh in my mind and spirit.

At the conference, I met and re-met so many brilliant and lyrical writers (ate a LOT of Mexican food) and woke up every morning just before 7 to stretch my pen in the literary chef, Marvin K. White's "Morning Stretches." Happily, I left Austin with enough inspiration to write and write and write...

The next weekend found me in Tampa for SistaExposure, a wonderful networking affair put together by GrownGurl Events. As promised, the evening was a fountain of plenty - visual artists, poets, fiction writers, even a massage therapist with her chair ready and waiting for eager bodies. All in all, a fantastic trip down south.

In other "blissful" news, while at Fire and Ink, I found out that my first book, Bliss, has been and will be used in university classrooms from Florida to the Midwest. Students have written papers on it! Amazing.

And finally, in this month of giving thanks, I cannot forget my readers, friends, and supporters: Thank You!

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Writing Workshop - Erotica

Saturday, November 14th - 3:00 PM

Mini-Erotica Writing Workshop and Book Signing

Bound To Be Read Books

481-B Flat Shoals Avenue, S.E.

Atlanta, Georgia 30316

(404) 522-0877

Free

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Signings, Readings, and Book Discussions (aka Love, Love, Love)

Saturday, October 31, 2009 – 2:15 PM

Atlanta Gay Pride

The Bud Light Stage

A reading with Elizabeth Anderson, Alice Teeter, and Amanda Gable

Piedmont Park, Atlanta.

Saturday, November 7, 2009 – 2:00 to 3:00 PM

Charis Books and More Birthday Bash

Charis Books and More

Atlanta, GA 30307

(404) 524 0304

Saturday, November 14th - 3:00 PM

Mini-Erotica Writing Workshop and Book Signing

Bound To Be Read Books

481-B Flat Shoals Avenue, S.E.

Atlanta, Georgia 30316

(404) 522-0877

Friday, November 20th – 8 PM

Does Your Mama Know? – The 2^nd Edition Reading with Lisa C. Moore

Charis Books and More

Atlanta, GA 30307

(404) 524 0304

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Hot Shorts

“Fast” Part II

A week later found Jette back at the same overlook, only this time she was alone. Just her and the sea. The pounding surf below echoed the unfamiliar quiet in her blood.

She hadn’t been able to sleep tonight. Something in a waking dream had brought her back up here to brood under a sky that was on fire with the last colors of the sunset. The wind flung her thick black hair before her eyes like a veil. A full moon already hovered, pale and ripe, ready to take its place among the stars.

Beneath the sounds of the wind and surf, Jette heard footsteps. She turned and her breath stopped. To say that the woman, her sudden companion on this stretch of lonely road, was pretty would have been an insult.

She had the round, soft face of innocence, but her mouth was a dark slash of color, like drying blood, against her mocha skin. Jette drew in a deep breath just to make sure that she could. She acknowledged the woman’s slow smile with one of her own.

The stranger was all softness and warm breeze in a blue dress the color of the Mustang and the sky. Her dress was loose, but the wind molded it to her body, giving Jette an unrestricted view of full breasts with their crown of wide nipples, the gentle round of belly and honey thick thighs framing the delicate V of her womanhood.

But this was no mere honey. She was like silk unfolding on a breeze, a teasing whisper of sound and graceful motion.

Jette’s world narrowed to the vision walking toward her. Sunset, full moon, and not another soul in sight. She licked her lips. What a treat this was. She expected the woman to go straight for the car, to ooh and ahh over the butter-soft leather interior, the sleek classic lines, maybe beg her to put the top down so they could watch the sunset from the Mustang’s cozy interior.

But she walked past the car, smiling.

“You must get a lot of pussy with this car.”

Jette smiled. “I do alright.”

“Hm. I bet you do.”

Still watching Jette, the woman walked back to the Mustang and leaned back against the hood of the Mustang. She closed her eyes. The breeze ruffled her dress, lifting it away from her dimpled knees.

“I’m Luna.”

Below them, sunset-colored waves flung themselves at the cliffs. The moist spray flicked against Jette’s face, wetting her mouth and cheeks.

“So, Bridgette, have you ever been…taken?” Luna asked without opening her eyes.

Jette looked closely at the woman. She hadn’t been called that name in a long time, and certainly never by someone she’d just met. “Do I know you?”

“No, but you will.” Luna opened one amber-flecked eye. “Are you going to answer my question?”

For a moment, Jette was tempted to tell her to fuck off. But a stronger part of her wanted to know where this conversation was going. “No. I’ve never been fucked. And I don’t want to be.”

She frowned, not quite sure that she wanted to answer any more personal questions from this stranger, although she herself had asked that question of many strange women. Just before making a home inside their bodies for her fingers or tongue.

“The old saying is true, you know,” Luna murmured. Her gaze was lazy, but watchful. “You never know what you’re missing until you try it.”

“Usually I’d agree with you. But not in this instance. Not when it’s about me getting fucked.”

“So you’re going to stick with what you know? Fucking girls in your fast car then peeling out at 110 miles just to get back to your lonely little apartment?” Luna propped herself up on her elbows and watched Jette with amused eyes. “Doesn’t sound like much fun to me.”

“Then you obviously haven’t tried it.” Jette grinned.

“I’ve experienced something like it.” The woman bared her own teeth. “You feed on their fear and turn it into lust. You’re no better than a leech, or a vampire.” Luna didn’t sound judgmental. Simply like she was stating a fact.

Suddenly uneasy, Jette shrugged and turned around to squint into the darkening distance. She didn’t see anything wrong with what she did with these women as long as both of them got off and nobody got hurt. She turned back to face Luna. But the woman was gone.

[to be continued]

**First published in VA-VA-VOOM: Red Hot Lesbian Erotica. Edited by Astrid Fox, 2005.