Saturday, December 13, 2008

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009

On Dec. 4th, Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 will be released in bookstores everywhere. I'm excited for three reasons. 1) my story, "Waiting," will be in it, 2) it's a story that breaks the stereotype of the librarian, and 3) I'm honored to have a story in one of the last BLE books that Tristain Taormino, the dynamic woman who started the series, will be editing.

It's been one hell of a year and I'm overjoyed to top it off with getting a story published in one of my favorite erotica books!

Here's a table of contents that includes a whole slew of fantastic authors:


The Virgin of G Jean Casse
The Diner on the Corner Zaedryn Meade
Operation Butch Ambush Tawanna Sullivan
Bait and Switch Nairne Holtz
Park Sex Jessica Swafford
Spike Jodi Payne
Punk Love Victoria Gimpelevich
Lipstick on Her Collar Sacchi Green
Dream Date Radclyffe
On Snow-White Wings Shanna Germain
Tough Enough to Wear a Dress Teresa Noelle Roberts
A Night at the Opera Evan Mora
Please (Act III) Linda Suzuki
Hard to Get Rachel Kramer Bussel
Waiting Dylynn DeSaint
The Placement of Modifiers Jean Roberta
Velvet by Lisabet Sarai
Stuck at Work and Late for a Date Chelsea G. Summers
Bandanna Kiss by Moxzi Lantana
Flipping the Script D. Alexandria
The Breaking Point Lucinda L. Flanary
The Christmas Gift Thea Leticia
Blade, Ink, Steel Sharon Wachsler
Beneath the Carpet is the Floor Anna Watson

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Vacations Can Be Like That....


Okay…I’m ready for this year to be over and done with! I ended up in the hospital twice this year, struggled with writer’s block but still managed to get a story published, and now…to top it all off, I go on vacation only to get a horrid case of bronchitis while in New York. While in the city, I spent a total of 3 days feeling fine then started feeling like crap. But before I succumbed to getting sick....

We saw “In the Heights” which was FANTASTIC! I loved it so much we bought the soundtrack. We then saw “To Be or Not To Be” which everyone in our company liked but me. I thought it sucked and could hardly wait for it to be over. I saw a review in a newspaper the following day giving it 2-1/2 stars….I rest my case J We then saw “Boeing, Boeing” and it was HILARIOUS! I loved it!

By Thursday, I was ready to fall over from being sick but hung in there due to peer pressure from one of my g/f’s sisters. She said “We don’t LIKE people who can’t keep up with us INCLUDING those who are sick.” Geezus…wonder who THAT comment was directed to??? Those New Yorkers….they have such a black sense of humor...hahaha (scowls and hisses). I kept my mouth shut and did not let one smartass retort escape from these lips just to keep the peace. Even now I’m behaving wonderfully by not writing or dwelling on the other catty behavior exhibited, which can happen when 4 women are cooped up in a hotel room together. To top it off, I was PMSing but hey…all went well for the most part and I'm still alive despite choking on the the 2nd hand smoke coming from all the smokers on every street corner.

Sunday, we left the city and I have to say I was glad to leave because NYC is not a good place to be when you can’t walk around plus there’s just so many things you want to do and see and if you can’t get out and do them you feel like you’re missing something. At least I did. So finally it came time to leave the big city and we rode a train up to upstate New York, Saratoga Springs, where the pace is SLOW. I ended up sitting next to a woman who was also sick. Together we coughed and sniffled our way on the 2 hr train ride.

Once in Saratoga, I was able to rest, well almost…We went to an art museum in Massachusetts but then the rest of the time I was able to attempt to recuperate. I ended up having to see a doc because the first round of antibiotics I took weren’t working so I ended having to take a different kind plus had to get an xray to make sure that I didn’t have pneumonia. Thank goodness the results showed my lungs were okay! Yay! All was good…’cept that the other pills the doc prescribed kept me up at night with insomnia…which I guess wasn’t too bad because while I was on my computer, I ended up having a short IM chat at 1 a.m. with Mr. Fairy Butch who has a Q&A column in Curve magazine. I whined about having writer’s block and with my whining probably cured any case of insomnia she might have had lol. I also chatted with a sweet young woman who said she was an old soul…something that I am very familiar with and seem to keep encountering in online conversations. We had a nice chat about “life” in general. I finally bowed out of the conversation and tried to get some sleep. Hours later I ended up crawling out of bed at 11am, something I NEVER do. It doesn’t matter how late I stay up; I always wake up around 7am regardless of how much sleep I get but since I’m sick, I guess my body just needed the rest.

All was not lost on this trip because I did get to see a couple of good shows and felt inspired enough to write a couple of stories while there, even though as I type this I still have the horrid cough, have a stuffy nose, and my ears are plugged up.

I felt a tinge of inspiration during the few hours I spent in the Bowery while in NYC. We went to the Museum of Contemporary Art and I didn’t really enjoy the exhibits there so I focused more on the environment close by once we left the museum. I guess the Bowery area is in the midst of being fixed up but is still a bit seedy. While walking around; we visited a gallery in the area that had some art that was wildly politically incorrect and edgy. That combined with visiting the Goth fashion exhibit at the Fashion Institute of Technology and seeing beautiful Gothic outfits inspired me to start a Goth type erotica story. I’m having fun writing it and am very excited about how it will turn out.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Vacation Pics from New York


We stayed in a hotel near Central Park, here's a photo from our room.







Getting around New York City requires either walking, taking cabs ...or taking the subway. Last time I was in New York we walked 30 miles in about 4 days. Umm....I decided I liked riding in subways this year lol.





First stop was the Museum of Sex and one of the exhibits was on the sex lives of animals. I have to tell you I was pretty suprised at some of the stuff that goes on in the "wild" kingdom! lol. Omg.






This was a pic that I took of the window display at the museum. In case you can't read the text, it says "Female elephants have been observe masturbating one another with their trunks." Alright...so we know that some elephants are lesbians. Did YOU know that? I didn't know that.



Another exhibit focused on the "sex lives" of robots. It was a fascinating display of robots that this guy made and how he animated them. He'd go to flea markets, buy barbies, and other plastic dolls then burn their hair off and sculpt them to look like robots. It was pretty cool to see the end result!







This is MY kind of exercise equipment!...it has restraints so you can't escape until you've burnt enough calories. lol. Seriously, it's an S/M play device :)











I don't know what this outfit is but can I have it for Christmas??

Saturday, October 4, 2008

New York...New York.....

Yay it's vacation time!!!

Monday at this time I'll be traipsing through the streets of New York City; my most favorite place in the world. Ok, I really like Hawaii the most but New York City is fun in a different way. There's so much to do and see there :)

The first place I want to go to is the Museum of Sex. I went back in 2002 when they first opened and they had such fascinating exhibits and it was all about the history of sex. I learned a little too :) For one, I didn't realize that way back in the silent film days that they made porn movies lol. I watched one while there and chuckled because the film was so simple, bad quality, full of jerky camera motions, and was funny to see people doing the wild thing next to a model A truck. Come to think of it...the porn films nowadays aren't that much different than today. They're still simple, of bad quality and full of jerky camera shots too lol.

Next I want to visit the Fashion Institute of Technology. They've got a gothic fashion exhibit! I don't wear goth outfits but I am enamored of the goth style and the color, black :) I wear black on an almost daily basis. I think it might be my new favorite color.

The other place I HAVE to visit is the Museum of Contemporary Art. I wanted to go last year but we ended up doing more shopping than museum-going.

If I can go to the places I've mentioned on this trip I'll be a happy lil' erotica writer :)

Ok you're probably asking yourself...so she's going to New York City...what's up with the pic of the dominatrix? Well...I posted it because umm...well..errr...just looking at that pic makes me shiver? lol. Ooooo...and those black leather gloves? (purrs). The pic has NOTHING to do with New York and I posted it because I LIKE TO LOOK AT IT! heh. Hope you enjoy it too :)

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Sapphic Planet Anthology

The Sapphic Planet Anthology is in the final stages of being prepared to be pitched to a publisher!

Sapphic Planet is a group of aspiring writers and authors of lesbian fiction that I have had the pleasure of being a member. We’ve come together as collective group and written stories for this totally sizzling project. I really hope the anthology finds a publisher because there are some incredibly talented writers in the group. Not only that, but the stories are HOT, well written, and did I mention HOT, HOT!

My story, Haircut, is included in the anthology. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it before and I’m just too plain lazy to check my blog so I’ll tell you a little about it. The story is about a young cocky butch woman who enjoys going about her business while “packed.” She decides to get her hair cut at her favorite salon and well, someone else notices that she’s packing something big under her jeans and well...sexually charged activities ensue.

If you’re a straight person reading this blog, and I know there are a few of you out there, men included; you’re probably asking yourselves…packed? What’s packed? Let me give you a quick lesson in lesbian sexuality. Well, wait a minute, why reinvent the wheel? I was going to go through and explain what it was but actually found a link on “how to pack a dildo under your clothes.” Now you’re probably asking yourself why would a woman want to pack a dildo? If you google that question, this is what you’ll find (or you can find out the easy way by clicking on the links I just gave you) lol…gawd I love the internet! Ok, so you’re with me now?

The story is pretty spicy and is set in New York, my favorite city. Anyways, I’m pretty excited about sharing it with fans of lesbian erotica and those who enjoy a strap-on sex story with a little bend (pun intended) toward dominance and submission.

I'll keep you posted on the progress of the book :)

If any of you are interested in joining our group, follow this link: Sapphic Planet.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Short Story Excerpt - "The Perfect Girl"

Here is an excerpt from a story that I wrote awhile ago and have since then reworked. It could be best described as a lesbian erotic romance story.


This tale is about serendipity and how life can bestow pleasant but sometimes life changing surprises when you least expect it.

Jamie, the narrator, works for an express delivery service and is on her first day on the job. She makes a stop at the residence of Gabriella, a beautiful young woman who lives alone and has secluded herself from the rest of the world. Being an only child and having lost her parents in an accident not long ago, Gabriella finds peace and solace from her emotional pain in her garden.

Neither has ever met each other but they both experience an eerie sense of familiarity. What could it be?

Jamie returns to visit Gabriella after an embarrassing and awkward first meeting with her and then finds herself wrapped up in an unexpected but warm erotic spell that only BEGINS at the end of this excerpt!


The Perfect Girl
Written By Dylynn DeSaint


I pulled up to Gabby’s place after work, it was dark outside and the lights in her house were on.

I knocked on her door.

No answer.

Oh no, here we go again.

Dare I walk around to the back again?

I held my breath and walked around the corner of her house. The back yard was dimly lit and had tiny white Christmas lights around the perimeter of the garden. Gabby lay curled up on a large wicker couch reading a book.

This time I didn’t want to surprise her and called out her name. She looked up at me and I could tell she was pleasantly surprised. She gave me a beautiful smile and motioned for me to join her. As I walked toward her, she gazed up at the stars and closed her eyes, as if thanking the gods that a wish came true.

If so, what was her wish?

She looked peaceful. When she opened her eyes, I was standing in front of her. She moved aside and asked me to sit next to her. When I sat down our hips and legs touched. I swear there was a current of something, a weird energy that passed between us. I reminded myself that she might be straight and to not interpret anything that she did as anything but platonic; besides, after all, she was in mourning.

Not a word had passed between us when she reached out and touched my face, her soft fingers gently stroking my skin. Tenderly she cupped my chin in her hand and brought her lips to mine. My heart and mind raced frantically but I felt myself returning her kisses.

What the hell was I doing?

Warning signals screamed in my head yet I ignored them.

Her hands continued to stroke my face. Pulling me closer, she pressed her soft lips into mine and kissed me with an urgency that was passionate and bold, then inched her way down my neck, nipping at the tender flesh. I could feel myself melting against her body and was keenly aware of the unmistakable heat of new passion spreading itself like a bonfire between my legs.

I brought her face back to mine and kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue against hers. Softly, she bit my lower lip and let out a sigh when my breasts moved against hers.

She pulled me downward and slowly opened her legs, allowing my leg to rest between them. With her body beneath me, she began to move sensuously against my thigh, grinding her hips upward. Her panties, soaked with desire, tugged at my skin and stirred me to return her thrusts.

Wanting to feel the heat of bare sex against my skin, I reached down and eased her panties off, allowing her to kick them aside. She pulled me back down over her and slowly we merged, our bodies intertwining into one.

Bucking beneath me and whimpering softly, she buried her face into the warmth and softness of my neck while boring her nails roughly into my back. I groaned loudly, my own body aching for sexual redemption. Soon, she began to tremble and I knew the delicious friction of her clit on my skin would cause her to explode at any minute. Suddenly, I felt her shudder and thrash violently against me.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her still, attempting to stall her climax and prolong her pleasure.

“Hold on baby….not yet,” I whispered to her, “don’t come yet.”

“I...I don’t know if I can keep myself from…oh god!” she cried, gasping for air and unable to control the powerful orgasm cascading throughout her body.

© August 10, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

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.


Sunday, July 20, 2008

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009

I’ll tell you what, after what I’ve been through this week, learning that my librarian story made it into Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 was more than welcome news especially after waking up after a fitful night of sleep in a hospital bed, hooked up to lots of wires, and a sadistic torture device called the blood pressure cuff. Did you know the higher your blood pressure is the tighter that sucker squeezes your arm? My blood pressure was through the roof, so the little benign and innocent looking band squeezed the shit out of my arm the whole time I was there and left me with bruises. (I’m such a whiner aren’t I?) I forgot all about my needle phobia and instead obsessed over the cuff.

Early Tuesday morning at 4 a.m., I woke up feeling nauseous and short of breath. I got up and walked into the living room, then the bathroom. On the way back to the bedroom I nearly passed out and by the time I made it back to bed, I could barely breathe. My heart had been palpitating the day before and I had been feeling nauseous. Now my chest felt like it was being crushed. I was barely able to wake my g/f but managed to somehow. She immediately brought my asthma inhaler to me. Within minutes my lungs started to open up but my chest still hurt. She took me to the emergency room and I was admitted for having a possible heart attack!

After running the whole gamut of all kinds of testing while in the hospital, my heart appears to be “ok” with no damage detected but my blood pressure is still too high. I also discovered I have acid reflux and my asthma needs to be brought under control. So the news I received from the cardiologist was both good and bad. Good news…I’m still here and still writing erotica but really need to learn how to chill the heck out!

Enough of the personal drama…I am so psyched about my story making it into BLE 2009! I’ve always wanted to get one published about librarians who don’t fit the dowdy, bun-headed stereotype and have finally succeeded! My librarians, Giselle and Leila, are two lesbian women who do not bow to any kind of conventional rules of behavior. They’re frisky, they’re exhibitionists…they’re librarians gone wild! lol

The book will be released sometime this November…just in time for Christmas. On an interesting side note, four of my fellow co-authors; Rachel Kramer Bussel, Tawanna Sullivan, Jean Roberta, and Teresa Noelle Roberts who had stories in editor/author, Jolie Du Pre’s book: Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica also appear in BLE 2009. I couldn’t ask to be in better company.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

While I'm on a roll....vampires, blood, etc...

I couldn't resist writing one more post about my birthday and a special gift that was given to me. Now this is really unusual of me because I HATE birthdays and even more, I don't like parties put together on my behalf. I don't mind a really small get together with friends, but that's about it. Just don't call it a party and I'm fine.

The other night I went out to a brewery/restaurant with some friends for my birthday...all of them, straight women, and my one lone gay guy friend, who brought his new boy toy, I mean boyfriend.

He's my partner in crime when I get a whim to go to fetish balls. I guess I shouldn't say "balls" because I've only been to one and well, to say balls and talk about a guy is kinda' weird huh? I believe the correct way to write that sentence would have been "..on a whim, I've dragged his ass with me to go to a fetish ball." Ok, so I'm getting all anal retentive now. Hmmm...anal...assplay...yeah....mmmmm

Umm, I'm trying to shake myself out going right into the gutter because I didn't intend to talk about THAT. So, we won't go there, although I kind of want to, lol. Anyway, since I'm on so focused this vampire writing thing, I couldn't pass up mentioning that my gay friend, bless his heart, sold his blood just to get me a present. How touching and romantic is that..even ironic? And to top it off, he knows what a computer geek I am and how much time I spend writing using my laptop that he bought me a wonderfully soft cushion to put my computer on while I write. Awww....and with his own blood. This just melts my cold vampire heart :) I'm really, really touched. So, the story I'm working on right now is for you, my sweet friend. You didn't have to do what you did.

The next fetish ball we go to, I'm buying you the whip of your choice as a special thank you...and I'll even let someone besides myself spank you! Hahaha. (I'm joking...I only tapped his hiney a couple of times).

Friday, June 27, 2008

Otep, Dark Inspiration and Other Stuff....

I’m an avid people watcher. No matter where I go, I love to watch people. I get a lot of inspiration from just observing everything and everyone around me which is why I spend lots of time at coffee shops and lunch hours at grocery stores and bookstores.

Yeah, I said grocery stores...I have a fancy schmancy one by my job that has a lounge with a big screen tv, nice soft couches, free wi-fi, and a Starbucks. What more could one ask for? If I want a snack, I just go over to the produce section for some sweet blueberries and strawberries (I buy them of course...I'm not a moocher) or if I’m really hungry, a few steps to the bistro is all it takes….it’s like having the biggest refrigerator in the world. Heh.

My friends also give me food for fodder for this blog and story ideas. They crack me up and I love that they all have a sense of humor that is really “out there.” I love you guys! You know who you are. Speaking of friends, this week I especially love “B” who bought me dinner for my birthday while we were in Flagstaff. I don’t want to leave out “J,” who I am equally as fond of. We spent the weekend with them and had lots of fun traipsing through art galleries, funky stores, and spending all of a half hour at the tiny Pride festival in Flagstaff.

Alright, I KNEW if I didn’t mention that my g/f got me a Tiffany & Co necklace for my birthday, I’d never hear the end of it. Yet, I still thought I could get away with not bringing it up here (I didn’t want let on that I’m spoiled). Sure enough when she read this post….it was the FIRST thing she mentioned. So, thank you baby! (She chastised me as I re-edited this post...lol). Uh oh…I think I’m in trouble. I guess that means I should be punished? (nudges new leather whip in her direction)

Ok, now where was I going with this post? Oh...yeah…I was trying to lead up to Otep Shamaya. Music plays a HUGE part in helping keep me focused when I write. Once I put my ear buds in and turn on the music; I find sweet relief and escape into a world of my own creation, namely the story that I’m working on.

Lately I’ve been surrounded by a lot of negativity and it has taken its toll writing-wise…the energy to write had been sucked right out of me but I finally came to my senses and decided to take those negative influences and pour them into something with a positive result. I started a dark erotic vampire story awhile ago and decided to pick it back up again and continue with it. So now, I had to find some music befitting of a dark story. THAT is when I discovered Otep Shamaya and her band (Otep). Knowing absolutely nothing about the band, I picked up their music cd because the cover, “The Ascension,” caught my eye and looked strangely dark but beautiful. I took it home, popped it into my computer and whoa, my eardrums were greeted with the sexiest female growl ever. Holy shit…a female heavy metal screamer! Dayumm…. I was immediately smitten and blown away. If it was dark I was searching for, I certainly FOUND IT! The first song I listened to was “Milk of Regret.” Wow! LoL. Now, I can’t stop myself from listening to her music and the more I read about her the more I like her. To top it all off, she’s a lesbian. How cool is THAT? Now, as I write my vampire story, I sometimes pause for a few minutes, and just to listen to Otep’s seductive growl and scream. (sighs contentedly) Ahhhh….This marriage of dark music and writing is working beautifully for me.…I’m a happy writer once again!

-Dylynn

Thursday, June 5, 2008

My HOT LIBRARIAN story, "Waiting," is finished!!

Finally....the writing dry spell is OVER!!!

Gawd...after weeks of suffering from a horrible bout of writer's block, I finished, edited, and sent off the LIBRARIAN story that has been lingering in the back of my mind for months! Man, it felt good to finally clear my head of all the crap that had been bothering me and be able to focus on something I love...writing!!

This story is a real a scorcher and about librarians of all people. You'll never look at a librarian the same way again after reading this naughty tale.

If you've read my blog then you've seen the excerpt. The story is titled "Waiting." The main characters, Giselle and Leila, are two hot and sexy librarians who like to play Mistress and Submissive while attending conferences. These two femme fatales are adventurous and insatiable when it comes to knocking boots...err...stilettos. Contained within the story are two very erotic scenes...really, really naughty ones.

I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that this will make it into Best Lesbian Erotica 2009. If not...I'll keep trying. I wrote a story last year that made it into the final cut but ultimately didn't get picked. This year, my librarian story has made it that far AGAIN...hopefully it'll make it to print this time around! Keep your fingers crossed for me!!
Dylynn

PS. I really, really enjoyed writing this story...hehehe (whew...fans self).

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Erotica and Lesbian Bed Death


After so many freakin’ weeks of having writer’s block I FINALLY feel the urge to write something other than whiny journal entries to myself. Last week, I joined my lez friends again for dim sum at one of my favorite restaurants in Chandler. We gorged ourselves silly and sat back comfortably with full stomachs when I asked the question, “So, how many of you all have had sex within the last week?” I can do this with them because I write erotica…and they expect sex related questions from me. Nothing I say stuns them and actually they’re worse than ME! No topic is too much for this group.

Out of seven of us, one of my friends darted her hand up excitedly only to find the rest of us staring blankly at her. One even grumbled, “Okay let’s not talk about sad things.” We chuckled about it but really, what the fuck is up with lesbian bed death and what point does it happen? Without going into the details of my own personal relationship, I thought I’d trudge ahead and not drop the subject regardless of how uncomfortable the topic might be. The friend who raised her hand went on to explain that if a couple stops having sex then what do they really have? If one wants sex, but the other isn’t putting out, then the one who wants it should put her foot down. The two should reach some kind of compromise to make sure that needs get met unless there’s some kind of physical problem that can’t be helped. I listened on. It all made sense. One friend said that she couldn’t blame someone for having an affair if their partner didn’t want to have sex. Hmmm. Okay, this was an interesting perspective...too bad I can't remember the rest of the conversation! Next time I'll bring my voice recorder!

So lack of sex in a relationship, aka lesbian bed death; is it the same for straight married couples? Does marriage ruin one’s sex life? Comedians always seem to have a heyday with marriage and lack of sex. Straight guys always say it’s their wives that don’t want sex but what about in a lesbian relationship? What is it that makes that desire wane? Does the sex pilot light go dim when you’re with the same person for awhile? I dunno’ about everyone else’s pilot light but mine is like an eternal flame, still burning like a raging wildfire. I see visions of myself being in a nursing home when I get old and feeble, terrorizing both the nurses and any lucky old lady who is still mobile. Of course that would lead to me getting smacked on the side of the head by my girlfriend, but hey, by that time she’d have to be able to catch me first!

So what does lesbian bed death have to do with erotica? Hell, maybe it means you need to go out and buy some HOT Lesbian erotica books RIGHT NOW. Have the ice queen (your girlfriend) read a few stories and just DO IT! Act out some of the stories; that’s always fun :)

Of course this also means I need to get my ass busy writing again!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Condoleeza's Reading My Blog....

About a month ago while at a Renaissance festival, I saw a psychic dressed in what looked like gypsy garb giving readings. Vacillating on whether to pluck down $30 for a reading, I figured oh, why the hell not? It’s been awhile since I’ve had a reading done. The last one was in Santa Monica on the boardwalk where I paid a whopping $3.00 and had my palm & fortune read by an old woman with impossibly HUGE and thick glasses. I don’t know HOW she was able to read the lines on my hand so maybe she was depending more on her psychic abilities.

She told me that I was going to be crossing over an ocean and traveling to Europe. That was in October of last year…I’m still waiting for that airline ticket to fall out of the sky. The $30 psychic also mentioned a body of water. She also told me that I was psychic. So as I was sitting there I was reading her mind too…thinking; Lady, you’re really reaching but I like what I’m hearing.

I shrugged off what she said about me being a psychic until recently when I started getting these really strong vibes that someone unusual was peeking at my blog. It wasn’t just anyone but more someone really, really, unusually special. Through my new awareness of special extrasensory and telepathic perception, I’ve narrowed it down to none other than Condoleeza. Yeah…THAT Condoleeza. Hehehe…. You know, it must have been my posting about the two librarians because I know how “tight” she is with Laura (sarcastic grin).

Alright, I know this is complete silliness and has nothing to do with erotica or sex, but you know what? It’s MY blog and I can write what I want!! Hahahaha (puts pinky next to mouth and makes a face like Dr. Evil). Actually, it’s nice to be silly once in awhile yanno?

--Insane D

ps. That's not a photo of me. lol.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Coffee Night With the Girls and Cheating...

I spent last Friday night at a coffee shop with some fellow lez friends of mine. I hadn’t seen them in awhile and it was nice to hang out as well as meet some new ladies too! I met “B” & “J,” two really nice women who I hung out with again at an art festival the next day. Interestingly the initials of their first names are acronyms for …..well, umm..errr, (blow job for the really clueless). Hehehe. Look, at least I didn’t use your real names, just the initials. Okay, okay, slap my behind for attempting to be funny out of simple happenstance. (Forgive me? I know some are rolling their eyes at my weak attempt at humor..oh well).

Our caffeine-induced conversations were all over the place and really; we were just goofing off and not treating ANY particular subject seriously. The one topic that stuck out in my mind was about cheating. The question we posed to each other was “Have you ever cheated?” and is it true that “Once a cheater, always a cheater?” Talk about playing with dynamite.

Out of the seven of us, 3 confessed to having a prior record of cheating. I will plead the Fifth Amendment on this question on the grounds it could be incriminating. Overwhelmingly, everyone agreed that once someone has cheated, they will more than likely do it again. It stood to reason that it was just bound to “happen.” Those that said they had cheated agreed that they might again. Then the conversation went from, okay, if you were seeing a guy (for whatever reason) and were seeing someone else, is it cheating? Interestingly, no one felt that it was. There seemed to be more significance placed on the gender of the indivdual you were with as to whether cheating really occurred (using our lesbian cheating barometer). I guess if you’re a lesbian and find yourself dating a guy, then perhaps you’re suffering from temporary insanity and therefore permitted a lapse of judgement. You get a “free cheating pass,” ‘cuz according to our little consensus, you ain’t cheating. But sneak around on your girlfriend WITH another woman? Biotch, you’re a cheater.

Oh, and we also discussed whether kissing was an act of cheating. After some hilarious banter, the concensus was “yes and no.” If you use tongue while engaged in kissing a nongirlfriend...then, yeah, you’re cheating. If you DON’T use tongue…have at it! Yippee!! You’re not cheating!! I have to keep from chuckling on this one. Ahhh…’twas a fun and and silly night. It was good to share a laugh amongst friends. D

Friday, March 28, 2008

Top 10 Places to Get Down and Dirty


I like lists. It was fun doing the last one and I thought I’d do one more just for the heck of it. I wrote this in a hazy stupor this morning, just minutes after waking up.

I’d love to hear where everyone else’s favorite and naughty places to have a sensuous tryst are. Even more fun, how about somewhere where you haven’t but want to?! I’m sure MY little list is tame compared to yours. Shoot me an email or post a comment and I'll make another list with everyone's favs.

  1. Limousine
  2. Dressing room
  3. Stairs
  4. In an office
  5. Elevator
  6. Kitchen counter
  7. Hood of a car
  8. Public restroom
  9. Cemetery
  10. Swimming pool

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Naughty, Naughty Librarians, Oh My!




In an earlier blog I mentioned I was working on a story about librarians. The two saucy librarians in my story are…well, burning up the sheets and I’m not talking about the ones between two book covers. In this excerpt, we catch them exiting an elevator at a hotel where they are attending a library conference.

"Waiting”

By Dylynn DeSaint


“Are you wearing it?” I ask her, my eyes searching her neck and stepping away as the doors open up.

With eyes cast downward and forming a sexy smile on her beautiful pouty lips, she murmurs; “Yes, Mistress.”

Tugging at the fabric, she lowers the neckline of her turleneck sweater so that I can see the leather collar with the shiny metal letters forming the words, Her Slave, wrapped snuggly around the smooth skin of her neck. The darkness contrasts beautifully against her tawny brown skin and beautiful black hair. The big metal ring in the front looks lost without its leash. I can fix that problem later on.

As soon as I see it, I walk off the elevator with her trailing behind me. We search for our separate rooms. I find mine, open the door and push my luggage inside, letting the door close behind me. I listen for hers to close too. I wait. Soon I hear the door handle turning to the room adjacent to mine. She opens it. I grab her by the wrist, pull her roughly inside my room and shove her up against the wall. She cries out as I grab a fistful of hair, yank her head back and kiss her hard, bruising the soft lips that I’ve craved with mine. Shoving my hand under her blouse I maul her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she whimpers against my lips.

“Miss me?” I taunt her.

“God baby, I did…and so much!” she gasps breathlessly, biting my lips like a bitch in full heat and wrapping her legs around my thigh. I can feel the heat and moisture from her cunt searing into my leg.

“Show me how happy you are to see me then,” I say as I release her from my grip.

© March 19, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

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.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Did you know.....

I was working on a bio for Sapphic Planet and was going to include this list but decided it was too longwinded of me. What better place to put it than here since I'd already written it? Let's see if you and I have anything in common :)

  1. My favorite food is Indian food.
  2. My favorite female musical entertainers are Goldfrapp, Missy Elliot, Fergie, Dixie Chicks, and Diana Krall.
  3. My favorite color is green.
  4. I love to play devil’s advocate during office debates.
  5. I have perfected the art of giving the appearance that I’m listening or paying attention when I’m really not.
  6. I stopped reading the newspaper and watching television after the last presidential election. Ok, I watch Ugly Betty and the L word but that’s it.
  7. I hate hot weather yet live in Arizona.
  8. I own more watches than I need.
  9. I wear a watch everyday but am late to nearly everything.
  10. I bring my laptop with me everywhere I go.
  11. I listen to music every single day and as much as possible.
  12. I stopped listening to the radio two years ago (since I got an ipod) and sometimes forget how to work the one I have in my car.
  13. I don’t have any tattoos but have 5 piercings in my ears, 3 on one side, 2 on the other.
  14. I still like to eat Frosted Flakes & Cap'n Crunch, sometimes at 3am in the morning when I can't sleep.
  15. I like to chew ice.
  16. People tell me I'm an extrovert even though I feel like an introvert. .
  17. I'm weird but find being weird is better than being normal because normal is boring.
  18. I borrowed the idea for this list from a friend.
  19. I like odd numbers, hence why this list ends with the #19

Sapphic Planet

I joined a new Yahoo writer's group called Sapphic Planet which was started specifically for writers in the F/F genre. It's a place to discuss our stories, brainstorm, critique and also to discuss promotional ideas.

We are working on plans to produce an F/F erotica/erotic romance anthology with contributions by members of Sapphic Planet. Join Sapphic Planet and be part of this important anthology in celebration of our genre!

Sapphic Planet was opened to give authors of F/F a place to congregate and work on ways to make F/F more popular, bringing it into mainstream. For those of you that write this genre and would be interested in taking part, please email Beth Wylde at b.wylde@yahoo.com .

Sunday, March 2, 2008

SHORT STORY -Lesbian Erotica - Another Business Trip

It’s been four days since you’ve been gone. I’ve been going about my normal routine just like all the other times when you’ve had to go away on your business trips. The only difference being, the last couple of days I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.

On my drive to work, images of your naked body fuel visions in my mind instead of the scenery. I hear your voice and the soft moans that you make when we make love instead of the music on the radio. I find myself smiling in a hazy stupor at the drivers next to me at traffic intersections for no reason at all. I’m in a daze, obsessed, and missing you terribly.

While you’re gone each waking hour that ticks by slowly on the clock brings on a growing number of vivid memories and sensual fantasies. My thoughts alternately cross between both all day. In my fantasies our lovemaking becomes rougher, kinkier, and more passionate. I become a dominant bitch, using and forcing you to have kinky sex with me while violating your body to suit my whims. Your pain becomes my pleasure. My love of ass play is unrestrained and I urge you to become more enamored of being blushed while I fuck you to exhaustion.

Each thought, each moment spent thinking of you becomes more lurid and wild. If not for having to do everyday things, I’d be stuck in this delicious mental orgy.

Everything reminds me of you. This morning, I watched a thick stream of silky honey dripping off of the teaspoon dangling above my breakfast tea and became lost in the memory of one of our many trysts. This one involving dribbling wine from my glass onto the rose colored lips of your cunt beautifully nestled in the soft dark curls between your thighs. You lie there, watching me, transfixed by both the sight and feeling of the cool wine traveling along the soft folds leading to the essence of your desire and my tongue brushing gently across the sweet wetness emanating from your body. You quiver at the sensation and spread your legs wider apart, gasping quietly as I lap up the sweet nectar.

I study your face as my tongue swirls around the pinnacle of your lust, the tiny epicenter throbbing and rising under my lips. You look back at me through hooded eyes, biting your lip, then tossing your head back and gently thrusting your hips sensuously upward in an attempt to make firmer contact with my mouth.

I love it when you lose yourself in the pleasure that I give you, it makes me ravenous and more determined to shake your world to the core. You are the instrument of my pleasure.

The blissful state of nirvana that I seek is found when I have my face buried between your thighs, gorging myself on the sweet ambrosia that emanates from the free-flowing spring of your lovely body.

Together we create an erotic montage of soft moans and sighs. It is the music that I live for, the sweet celestial intonation of our voices rising through a beautiful and sensuous crescendo. I am the conductor of this piece, guiding you languorously through each melody, my tongue lightly flicking at your clit, eliciting cries that are muffled by your attempts to restrain yourself. You want to make it last now and I love you for it.

I signal my own intentions of making our pleasureable merging of souls a long and slow paced Aria by moving my lips away and lightly kissing the inside of your thighs.

Getting up on my hands and knees now, I grab a pillow and place it under your bottom, placing you high enough so that I will have access to previously unchartered territory.

I tell you to stay put.

Pulling the strap-on harness and thick dildo out from a drawer in the nightstand, I quickly put it on. You close your eyes and I watch a sexy smile creep across your lips. I smile to myself as well because what I am planning to do with it is not what you are expecting.

Lying back down on my belly, I part your sweet thighs once again and use my tongue to travel slowly along the exquisitely smooth and silky skin between your cunt and ass. You arch your back upward again and I watch your breasts quiver as you attempt to guide me back up to your throbbing center of pleasure. Following your insistent cue, I deliver long slow strokes of my tongue through your silky and moist folds, indulging in your sweet offering and dipping two fingers inside your luscious wet core. You respond by tightening and clenching around them. I ram them in hard and deep, prodding your g-spot with each stroke. You instinctively wrap your thighs around my neck and with your hips, thrust your insatiable cunt into both my face and fingers. I could make you come right then and there if I wanted to but I’m not ready. I have something else in mind.

Strumming the smooth skin of your buttocks, I spread your ass cheeks apart and whisper how much I love pleasing you and want you to open up for me. You respond by grasping your knees and pulling them upward so the sweet flower that you keep secretly hidden is completely exposed to me. Brushing my lips against the exquisite and tender entrance, I lovingly pay homage with light flicks of my tongue in and around your ass.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I push my tongue gently through the tight entrance and your hips squirm sensuously with each thrust inward and out. I listen intently to the soft purrs and moans escaping from your lips. It is the music that I live for.

When I am satisfied that you are ready, I push my finger inside and feel your body tense slightly. With my other hand, I insert my thumb into your cunt and begin to thrust. You grind against both fingers slowly at first then more urgently, seeking your own pleasurable rhythm.

This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for, when you are the hottest and most eager. Without warning I quickly pull my fingers out, get up on my knees and pull your legs up so that both of your ankles are resting on my shoulders. I quickly squirt some lube onto the dildo. Grasping the tip, I guide it into the opening of your ass and hesitate for a moment, allowing you to become accustomed to the fullness. I grab your ankles and lean forward into you, sinking the dildo completely until it disappears. You look up at me, your eyes pleading with me silently and urgently, willing me to fuck you, rough and hard.

Grasping your ankles again, I splay your legs wide open and ram the dildo into you more deeply; so hard that my body tumbles onto yours. You moan loudly and begin to thrash uncontrollably. I feel the sting of your fingernails raking into the skin of my thighs and the pain moves me to plunge in harder and deeper inside of you. You scream out, urging me on. Heaving and gasping above you, I thrust my body into yours roughly and have to grasp onto the sheets to keep your body pinned underneath me.

Soon you release your soul to mine and your body shudders as an orgasm sears through every inch of your flesh.

I close my eyes and revel in the memory of our lovemaking, so much so that I can almost taste you on my lips and feel the warmth of your skin on mine. The sweet afterglow of that crazy passionate tryst warms my entire body even now.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I mindlessly stir my tea and stare out the window. I drink in silence and close my eyes momentarily savoring the steamy memory, when I sense your presence in the house. My heart, mind, and soul are so wrapped up in the desire that I feel for you that I wonder if you’re feeling it too, right now. I listen intently, expecting you to walk through the door at any minute but know that you won’t.

I look down at my watch and sigh. I’m going to be late for work yet again. Gathering my keys, I leave the half empty cup on the counter and head out the door. On my drive to work, I think to myself that while you are gone, I’m going to allow my mind the sweet luxury of uninhibited carnal fantasies, all at your expense. My face suddenly grows hot at that thought and the endless possibilities.

Slowly I smile.

When you return from your trip, my love, I am going to enjoy you…be ready, be very ready.


© March 3, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

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.




Sunday, January 20, 2008

What lurks in the mind of this writer.....

After spending a few days in Manhattan last month, my mind is fresh with new ideas and inspiration to either finish some older stories I’ve put aside or start some new ones. I’m really good at starting them but not finishing them. My flash drive is filled with unfinished stories. It’s not such a bad thing though because sometimes when I get bored, I browse through the titles, find one that I’ve forgotten about, read it, and then get excited all over again. It’s like finding money in your pocket when you take your jeans out of the dryer a week before payday. It’s THAT kind of exciting. Ok, weird analogy, but I’m sure you know what I mean.

Oh speaking of flash drives... you know, I accidentally left the one with ALL of my stories in it, in my jeans pocket. I put said jeans into the washer, set it for a long wash cycle, and then put them into the dryer for yet another long cycle. When I pulled my jeans out of the dryer and discovered the flash drive in the pocket I thought I was going to die! It was toasty warm and from the what it went through I figured all my stories were toast too. With much apprehension (compounded by the fact that I hadn't backed anything up), I plugged it into my computer, held my breath, and to my amazement; IT STILL WORKED!! Yay for technology! Yay for being freakin' lucky!


Right now I’m working on an erotic story about librarians. Yes, I like challenges. I feel compelled to do my part in spicing up and breaking the stereotype of the bunhead, especially the lesbian librarian. I’m not sure if a stereotype of a lesbian librarian exists. Is there one? You know, until now I’ve never even given it much thought. What exactly would a stereotypical lesbian librarian look like? Hmm, let me think. I bet she’d be either very femme or soft butch but definitely not diesel; wear comfy clothes, shoes, and secretly wear sexy lingerie underneath, as she is a breed apart from her straight sisters.

Ms. Diesel librarian would scare the shit out of the other librarians and patrons. Ok, now I don’t want to offend the extremely butch community but seriously, think about it.

Patron: "Excuse me sir, can you tell me where to find the book “How to Wear Flannel for Dummies?”"
Ms. Diesel Librarian: "Go find it yourself, asswipe."

(Long pause)

I rest my case.

…. to be continued