A rant...just this once

OK, I'm a fairly happy person and not too much gets me upset, unless it has something to do with politics and/or religion....so I won't go there, but this last week really takes the cake. I spent all of Saturday getting yelled at by angry customers at work and topped the evening off by getting yelled at by a stupid grocery clerk who felt the need to admonish me for grabbing a pack of cigarettes on a shelf behind another counter. I thought I was saving him the hassle of getting them for me (so much for being helpful). Then on Sunday, after spending a leisurely day at an art festival, I came back only to find that some asshole keyed the passenger side of my NEW CAR from the back to the front!!!! Ugh! What possesses a person to do such an idiotic and mean thing to someone they don't even know? The irony is that my car was parked a few feet from a church which just happened to have a bunch of teenagers sitting in the back of a pickup truck when we parked the car and walked over to the festival. Hmmm....

CURVE Magazine Review

Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica received a GREAT review from Kathi Isserman in the December 2007 issue of CURVE magazine! The review is on page 65 under PAGE TURNERS.

I know you'll think that I am biased because one of my stories is in the book, but seriously, in my humble opinion, I think that Iridescence is one of the highest quality and most beautifully written lesbian erotica books that you will find on the market these days. When I got my comp copy, I read it from cover to cover and loved ALL of the stories (Ok, so I liked mine too....). And did I mention that I am a finicky reader with an embarrassingly short attention span? If I, Ms. Finicky, enjoyed it, I think you will too.

If you pick up a copy, let me know what you think:
DylynnDeSaint@gmail.com

Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

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Book Reading in West Hollywood, CA

I know I haven’t been keeping up my blog like I should, so true to my nature as a major procrastinator, I’ll put that doing that off until January 1, 2008. It’ll make a good New Year’s resolution and we’ll see how long it lasts. This gives me a month and a half to get those creative juices going until then.

For now, let’s see, in September, I did a reading in West Hollywood, CA, along with Jolie du Pre (the lovely author and wonderful editor of Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica), Nan Andrews, Jolene Hui, and Fiona Zedde each read an excerpt of our stories from the book at A Different Light Bookstore. I was nervous as hell! I don’t know why because it was my own story that I was reading. It wasn’t like I had to give a speech or anything but getting up in front of an audience and reading about two people having steamy sex in a dressing room was something that I’d never done before. Once I started reading and had people chuckling, I had fun with the story and enjoyed myself.

Kathleen Bradean, an erotica reviewer and author, was in the audience. I had the pleasure of meeting and chatting with her about the writing life. She had some nice things to say about the reading and also gave me some good advice. Afterwards we all had a delicious dinner at a Brazilian restaurant nearby. It was a wonderful experience to dine with and be in the company of the other authors. I sat across from Jolie’s sister, Lisa, and we shared a few alcohol induced giggles as well as some fun conversation.

Once we had our fill of food and drink, we walked over to The Abbey, a popular restaurant and bar. We walked through the patio and went inside. My imagination went wild when I saw several cabana-type hideaways, complete with big pillows and lovely flowing Arabic style drapes. What a sexy place to have a drink and whisper sweet nothings into a lover’s ear! Hmm…maybe in my next story my characters will have to pay a visit to one of those cabanas J

Iridescence Blog Tour - June 30, 2007

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Five Questions from Jolie du Pre,
editor of Iridescence,
for Dylynn DeSaint, author of Shopping in New York.

1. Why do you write erotica?

I had to really ponder this question because I had never really given it much thought. I write erotica because deep down inside I think that I shouldn’t be writing it and that is the appeal. Having been raised in an extremely conservative environment, I always played it safe and walked a straight line until I woke up from the politically correct fog. Once that happened, of course the first thing I did, true to form, was dive into a genre that those with a-stick-up-their-ass would consider to be taboo. I write erotica because it brings me such wicked pleasure, its fun, and I like being bad.

Writing erotica is truly a subtle and sensual form of seduction between the writer and the reader. As a writer, I have the opportunity to take my reader into a powerful and sensual state of mind. It is a sincere and delicious opportunity to move someone emotionally and physically. I want to take my reader by the hand, cajole her with playfulness, captivate and put her into a languorous frame of mind, then turn up the heat.

2 . What do you like best about lesbian erotica?

It’s HOT! Obviously, being a lesbian I am biased, but there is nothing more beautiful than two women making love and then being able to read about it.

3. What is the theme of your story Shopping In New York in Iridescence: Shades of Lesbian Erotica?

The story is about a cocky young Latina butch woman who, while sitting in a dressing room and waiting for a friend, has a little too much fun.

4. Name other books where we can find your work:

The Best Date Ever: True Stories that Celebrate Lesbian Relationships, edited by Linda Alvarez was published just recently. My story The Best Serial Date Ever appears in it under the pseudonym, Dylynn DeSantis.

5. Just for fun! Gym shoes or stilettos?

Just recently I started going to the gym so I’m going have to say gym shoes. I’m a comfy shoe kind of person anyway. Trotting on the treadmill in 4-1/2” heeled stilettos? …priceless… No, I don’t think so.

Iridescence Blog Tour June 2007

Beginning on June 1st, most of the authors who contributed to Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica participated in a blog tour where we'd each be interviewed by editor and contributor Jolie Du Pre. My turn is coming up soon! Check back on June 30th to learn a little more about me and what possesses me to write what I do. Yikes it's just around the corner!

Iridescence Book Blog Tour

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SHORT STORY - Phone Tease

Her Soft Voice
Dylynn DeSaint

The phone rings. I answer it and hear the sound of her soft voice on the other end. She is away on another business trip and I know she misses me. I can also tell from the tone of her voice that she is in a sensual mood. It is something I know based on my experiences with her.

Soon, her words, like the flames of a newly lit fire begin to stoke my desire. Almost immediately she effortlessly moves my body into a slow sexual burn.

I put the newspaper down that I am reading and push my body farther into the big leather cushions on the couch, getting more comfortable and cradling the phone closer to my face. I can hear the water in the background as she moves in the tub filled with soapy water and bubbles.

“I thought of you as I poured the bath. When I saw my naked reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but remember the feel of your hands on my body.” She purrs into the phone.

Only silence and the quiet murmur of my beating heart greet her ears. She knows she has my attention. I say nothing and allow her to go on.

“The warmth of the water moving between my legs feels like your tongue lapping at my pussy.”

My nostrils flare at the mention of her sex. I close my eyes and savor the sweet recollection of her womanly scent and the way she tastes.

The sound of glass clinking together and liquid pouring out of a bottle expands the visual I have of her in the tub. I wonder what kind of wine she is drinking. Was she burning candles as well? Would she use a dildo this time? I loved second guessing her and fantasizing about what she would do next.

The sound of the receiver making contact with the tub tells me that she has put the phone down and is no longer holding it. I can still hear her moving around in the water. The swishing of the foamy liquid reverberates loudly against the walls in the hotel bathroom.

Pressing the phone against my ear, I listen intently, not wanting to miss a sound. She set the phone down on purpose, to keep me at bay and force me to stretch my imagination to keep my fantasy going. The fact that she could care less about what I hear makes participating in her voyeuristic sexual game a perverse thrill. I am immediately filled with unrelenting, wild lust for her. All I have to go on are the sounds that she makes in the bathroom; putting her in the titillating position of dominance and me as a submissive, a delicious role that I am fast becoming accustomed to and beginning to crave.

Soon, I hear the vague sound of a jagged sigh and a whimper of pleasure. I hold my breath and don’t move an inch. I clutch the phone even closer to my ear. Feeling my crotch heating up and growing tingly, I close my legs and squirm as my desire continues grow. My feverish longing for her has reduced my reactions to a visceral primal level; like a she wolf in heat, I lick my lips and sit transfixed and alert, straining with every muscle tensed.

“Mmmmmm…” she moans, the sensuous sounds echoing along with the water splashing in the tub. The telephone’s receiver picks up every minute sound of her sexual pleasure.

Her soft moans bring a vision of her lying in the tub, touching her wet body. In my mind, I can see her skin glistening from the soft glow of the candles around the tub, her hands touching her neck and making their way down to her breasts; the beautiful nipples aching to be stroked. I will her to run her fingers over them, circling each one gently until they stand high. As she touches herself, her back arches upwards as if reaching instinctively toward the origin of pleasure. Slowly she lets one hand wander down to her shaved mound while the other stays on her breast. When her fingers reach the lips of her pussy, she opens them up and begins to probe inside, pushing her middle finger deep inside the wet entrance.

She lets out a long sigh. I stop breathing and hold my breath, waiting to hear what happens next.

“Ohhhhhhhhh….” She gasps, her voice shaking.

Soon, she is groaning and murmuring that she wants me to fuck her. Each groan becomes more prolonged and louder.

“Yessssssss, oh yessssss, fuck me, baby!” I hear her begin to wail over and over again loudly, knowing that she’s finger fucking herself and close to having an orgasm.

My whole body is painfully tense with anticipation. I unzip my jeans and shove my hand between my legs. I quickly insert a finger inside my already wet and drenched pussy. Using the wetness on my fingers I begin to stroke my clit.

Clinging to the phone, I listen to her groans grow louder and louder. I wonder if there are people in the next room and if they can hear her too. It excites me to think that they might be listening just as intently as I am.

I visualize the way her fingers might look, diving inside her vagina, probing and searching anxiously for her g-spot in the warmth of the velvety soft passage I covet. She’s driving me crazy with passion. I am hundreds of miles away from her, yet so close, in mind and body. As we both approach our own separate orgasms, it amazes me that she knows exactly how to arouse me and how to take me to the edge, even without the sensation of touch.

I can feel myself approaching a huge climax, yet do not dare make a sound. It is hard to tell who was going to cum first, her or me.

“Babyyyyyyy! Honey!” She cries out louder than ever, and then through clenched teeth lets out a guttural growl. It is the unmistakable sound of her reaching a climax.

Using the sound of her orgasm as a signal, I allow myself the pleasure of sexual release. Stroking my clit roughly, I come hard, curling up on the couch, groaning loudly as wave after wave of each explosive orgasm convulses through my body. Still holding the telephone against my ear, I lie breathless on my side, my eyes closed, clinging to the sounds of her sighing in pleasure.

Then there is silence for at least a couple of minutes.

“How is my baby?” she asks, stifling a wicked chuckle, her voice still breathy and deliciously sultry as she speaks directly into the telephone.

“Fine, baby” I reply, out of breath…you fucking little bitch.

I can tell by the sound of her voice that she is smiling, knowing that on the other end of the telephone; she’s got me with my hand down my pants, fingers soaked in wetness and that I am completely under her control.

© 2007 Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved.

No part or 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.

Lesbian Relationships

Best Date Ever: True Stories That Celebrate Lesbian Relationships will be released in April 2007. My story, "Best Serial Date Ever," is included in this romantic book of real-life dating experiences that show not every date has to end in disaster!

I was never too keen on dating until I discovered the internet....and her. My, my, what a sexy font you have there! Who would have thought that true love was only 3,000 miles away!

The book is available for pre-order at Amazon.com Click on the image to see more!!

Lesbian Erotica

Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica will be released in June 2007. My story, "Shopping in New York," will appear in Jolie Du Pre's tantalizing anthology of erotic short stories geared toward women of color. It's HOT, HOT, HOT! Available for pre-order at Amazon.com Click on the image to see more.

Check it out!!!!