Well...darn, maybe another time?

Earlier in the week I was going to participate in Claudia Moss's blog talk radio show along with the other authors of Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com anthology but due to technical difficulties wasn't able to. Darn! And they sounded like they were having so much fun too! (sits, crosses arms, and pouts). Ah well, hopefully there will be another opportunity.


I loved hearing everyone read an excerpt of their story. It was a great interview overall!


So I'm looking at the pic I have alongside this post. I took that photo a couple of years ago and it's been awhile since I've seen it. The purple whip on the left is one of my favorites. It's sooooo soft! I bought it at a Fetish Ball. That little dandy is my cherished souvenir. I dragged my super handsome and studly gay guy friend, who I shall refer to as "R" to protect his identity, with me because none of my other friends would go; the chickenshits. I had called my bestfriend to invite her earlier and she said she'd go intially but after finalizing our plans over the phone on the day of the event, I said, "Ok, this is a fetish ball, you need to wear black." She said "What???? A FETISH BALL?!!! I thought you said "SCOTTISH BALL!!" Needless to say she then screeched "ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE??!!" lol. Okay, so I guess her partner might have had a problem with it.


Anyway, "R" and I both had a GREAT time and we both keep saying we're going to go to again but neither of us have fetish outfits. So many events require mandatory fetish attire. The one that we went to at the time didn't so we both donned black clothes and tried our best to fit in.


I bought the riding crop in the photo at a livestock store that also sold live chickens. lol. Yep, I sure did! Who would think you could buy bdsm stuff where you can also buy a rabbit or chicken? Hey, I got a good price too! The strapping young farm boy that I bought it from probably thought I was going use the whip on a horse, little did he know my wicked intentions. Once I paid, I walked away with my riding crop nestled safely in a brown paper bag and giggling like a fool the whole way back to my car.

San Diego Gay Pride....Here I come!

Next month I'm headed over to San Diego Gay Pride for some "R & R." I can hardly wait to hit the beach and then frolic later at the festival!

San Diego is one of my favorite places to play. I love the weather and beautiful beaches. Perhaps I'll indulge in going to a few lezzie bars while I'm there if there are still any! It's been awhile since I've hung out and played after dark. I'd like to lurk in the shadows of a few bars, people watch, and who knows...find my next inspiration for a story. I wonder what she'll look like?

When I was in Santa Monica I most definitely felt inspired by the beautiful scenery. By the way, it was the setting for my librarian story, "Waiting." Sometimes it's people that get the wheels turning in my head and sometimes it's my surroundings; oftentimes it's the music that I'm listening to that sparks an idea. Anyways, I'm really looking forward just getting out of town and relaxing :)

Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

On June 25th at 4pm EST, Claudia Moss, fellow contributor to the Purple Panties anthology will host a talk radio show featuring myself and other sensual erotica writers. We'll discuss our sizzling and sexy contributions to the book.

You don't want to miss it! Write it on your calendar now!

Click on the sexy derriere to go to the BlogTalkRadio website

Excerpt of my newest short story, "Inside"

INSIDE
By
Dylynn DeSaint

I grind my hips back and forth, guiding her closer and closer to that euphoric state of consciousness that I can only describe as heaven. Slowly....god, ever so fucking slowly, her hand inches deeper and deeper inside of me. I clench my eyes shut and hear myself moan yet no one hears me. Opening them, I catch the smoldering charcoal eyes of a leather top daddy amidst the shadows, past the gyrating bodies and pulsating strobe lights. She doesn't look away but keeps a steady eye on us. The lust on her face intensifies both the pleasure and pain strumming through my body, making me hotter and wetter.

My fingernails scrape at the wall that I'm braced against as I attempt to clutch at anything to keep standing.

"Keep going!" I hiss through my teeth at my lover while maintaining the gaze of those steely black eyes that refuse to turn away.

Being watched by others while getting fucked in public places never fails to make me come deliciously hard and I am teetering near the brink.

My cunt is stretched to the limit and glistening wetness pours out of me and down my lover's wrist as she finally slips her fist completely inside. Arching my back, I spread my legs further and open up to both her and the world.

Giving freely and lovingly; I use my body as a wanton and sensual offering to both my lover and the leather voyeur lurking nearby while silently proclaiming possession of their souls. Captive mentally and physically, their sensual release will be realized only when my own pleasure is fulfilled. I revel in the ability to subjugate them both to my will. Being an aggressive and femme top, I derive immense gratification and even amusement by occasionally posing as a submissive and mindfucking a proud top.

Amongst the anonymous throngs of women, my head and body reel with exhilarating and dangerous pleasure. In my delirium, I fail to notice that my stalker is making her way toward us until she is standing right behind my lover who is kneeling in front of me.

Suddenly and without warning, she roughly grasps my face with her hand and kisses me ferociously, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

Copyright April 4, 2009 Dylynn DeSaint

No part of portion may be republished or reprinted in electronic or any other format, in any language, translation, or version, without express permission from the author, except brief passages which may be quoted in a review.

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 Review

Damn...those stories are freakin' HOT. Don't take my word for it though. If you're contemplating on whether to buy the book or not, read the review that I found recently by "Hotflashes & Wetdreams."

I'm happy to note that the reviewer mentioned my story in her review!

Erotica Writer's Lullaby

Special Lullaby for An Insomniac Erotica Writer
by Mia Corbeau

Rock-a-bye baby
on the tree top
when the wind blows
the dildo will rock
when the bitch breaks
the dildo will fall
and down will come Dylynn
flogger and all

My friend and fellow writer Mia Corbeau wrote that touching little lullaby for me. Thank you Mia! lol

Yeah, So I Got Drunk...

It was New Year’s Eve and I was determined to give 2008 the proverbial finger by having the best night of the year by drinking and obliterating the yucky remnants of a somewhat fucked up year. This included indulging in my favorite vices, smoking and drinking. Both of which I seldom partake in much anymore. I quit smoking a few months ago but fuck it…I wanted a goddamn ciggy tonight

“Ya got a cigarette?” I asked my friend once she was out of earshot of her girlfriend.

She nodded discreetly and with her eyes, pointed toward the exit out of the bar. The place was filled with women, the music was hopping and I was having a ball. Just minutes ago I was out on floor dancing with my girlfriend when another friend slid up behind me. I could feel her body rubbing up against mine thus making my beer induced buzz all the more pleasurable and me the happiest little perv in the place. I LOVE being the “filling” in a dirty dance ménage a tois sandwich. It always leaves me with a warm, fuzzy, and semi-humid feeling…Hahaha.

When the next song came on, I thought I’d return the favor…MY way. As she danced I snuck up behind her, grabbed her by the hips, ground myself into her while pushing her head down so that she was bent over. Once I had her there, I proclaimed, “YOU’RE my bitch NOW! ” followed by wild giggling at the look of surprise on her face! Hehehe.. Ah…such fun and games with friends. (I'm so playful aren't I?)

So, I follow my buddy out into the chilly and smoky night.

Standing near the entrance of the bar, we watched women come and go while making small talk when out walks a long dark-haired femme fatale in a white trench coat. Damn it that she had pants on…otherwise it would have been a perfect semi-naked visual and fantasy lol.

She heads in our direction, stops and asks if she can bum a cigarette. Mind you, I don’t even own the pack but say semi-seriously “Sure, if you’ll join us in the backseat of that car.”

My friend pulls out a cigarette, offers it to her, and lights it. I watch as Ms. Trench coat wraps her long, long painted nails around my friend’s hand as she inhales the first puff. Holding the cigarette, she takes a long drag off it, looks at me as if ascertaining the seriousness of the proposition, smiles and then says, “Have a good night ladies.”

Whew? LOL.

My friend and I both wordlessly watched her walk away, taking in the sway of her hips as she made her way out of the parking lot.

“There’s your story, Dylynn,” my friend says with a laugh.

I looked at her with a grin. It's minutes away from drawing the close of the long dry spell of creativity in 2008 and inspiration shows up in the form of a trench coat. Maybe 2008 wasn’t so bad after all.