Dylynn DeSaint

Flash Fuck Fiction - Own It, Ode to Strap On Sex

2011-07-03T14:12:00.000-07:00

It's been quite awhile since I've written anything on this blog but fortunately my muse, who I thought had all but abandoned me, whispered sweet nothings into my ear. The title, "Own It," kept floating in my head and conjuring up images of hot and sexy strap on sex so I wrote what came to mind today. I don't think I 'd call it a poem but more of a stream of consciousness. Here it is, I hope you like it.

OWN IT

Dylynn DeSaint

your sex

my silicone cock

strapped securely against my skin

going to have you

up against the wall

in the car during daylight
in public

on the floor

in the hallway

anywhere I please

bitch, you are mine

grab your wrist

drag you toward me

fistful of hair in my hand

tear your panties off

spread your legs wide

hot cunt

wet, ready

no fingers this time

rigid and thick cock

all mine

shove it inside of you

feel it slide in

easy

you beg

harder, faster, rougher

want more

bite your neck, shoulders

groan pleasure into your ear

taunt you
tease you

fuck you

hips pump

more frantic

lose myself

lose you

two voices
groan, shudder, cry out

collapse

still hard

I own it, bitch,

the silicone cock inside of you

Serendipity, Poetry, and Rambling

2010-12-18T23:24:00.000-08:00

With this blog posting I don't mean to get sappy or philosophical so I hope it's not going to be interpreted that way. It's just me rambling and trying to piece together my thoughts and showcase the beautiful poetry of a new friend.

They say people come into your life for a reason. I'm not talking about lovers. What I'm talking about are the "random" people who serendipitously appear from out of nowhere and then before you know it, suddenly make an impact on your life. You know it's happened when you start asking yourself, WHO IS this person? Why are they here? What am I supposed to learn from them? And who or what entity put them on my path or journey through life? The search to find the answers will go on and on until you find some sort of acceptance and just go with the flow. I've learned when this happens to just let things unfold as they may. After all there's not a damn thing you can do about it anyway, so no use fighting it. It's destiny. I'm pretty sure you know what I mean and have experienced it yourself.

I've had a few moments with such a soul, a beautiful woman, who I met on Twitter of all places (thank you social media). She's talented and about as frank as anybody I've ever met in person. We've had several online discussions about our lives, loves, and the art of writing.

Did I mention she writes poetry? Well, I don't like poetry..err...make that "didn't" like it. When she asked me if I wanted to read one of her poems, I politely said, yes, but cringed inside because poetry really isn't my thing. I admitted this to her right off the bat. Most that I've ever read has left me feeling "eh" or unimpressed and mostly unmoved. Don't get me wrong; I acknowledge the beauty of poetry and the efforts of poets but my reaction to it has not been very positive or appreciative. This changed when I read hers. I was immediately struck by how her words affected me. At the risk of sounding overly gushy; my reaction to her poems was like what it must feel like for a deaf person who suddenly hears beautiful music for the first time. I know, a bit overboard, but see, I've never liked this stuff before and am happy for my change in perspective.

So anyway, MCL, as I'll refer to her, gets right to the point and doesn't mince her words during our discussions. Nor does she handle me with kid gloves or allow me to push her away (my trademark move when I feel vulnerable). I think this is because she instinctively knows that in order to get through to me, nothing but honest and brutal truth will move me. On a couple of occasions she has called me on the carpet when I've whined about my inability to express myself fully. One such discussion moved her to write, Synchronized Insanity, about my self-defeating behavior. When I got over myself; it was a real wake-up call. Was I that transparent? What happened to all those damned walls I work so hard to keep myself entrenched behind? I was blown away by her brutal honesty and frankness. It shocked me and I didn't quite know what to make of it but had to appreciate the beauty and message in her words.

Synchronized Insanity

Go ahead

Fucking tempt me

To penetrate the incapability

Of your very glaring ability

To find you

I need not

The map of your face

In my hands

To feel the wrinkles

Of your soul’s demise

And the inevitable

Rise from the ashes

Of experience

Applied to both

The you then

And the you now

You choose

Who you want to be

I’m just the mirror

Of your synchronized

Insanity

I’m a voice you called

In a silent scream

That was just as much

A surprise to me

To tell it to you straight

You expect me to ghost

And exit stage left

Look at me

Under the lights

I’m still here

Center stage

To bow in ovation

To the reflection

Of everything

You are destined

To be

We discussed love and how the heart refuses to surrender to our minds and sometimes common sense. Once you've loved with your heart and soul, the connection or bond will always be there. Here is what she wrote based on that conversation:

The Bond

Intake of breath
Under your presence
The salt of your sweat
Ignites me
You anticipate
My every want
Before my throat
Defines it

You

My body
Answered
Long before
You took me
That sound
Of me
In your ear
Is

You

In the depth
Of me
Eyes wide open
Legs oblige
I am yours to have
And turn over
And let you
Take me to

Another world

Eyes meet
With the knowing
Passion like this
A once in a lifetime
Encounter
You know
The weight

Of the bond

The passion of this poem still completely blows me away. It's fucking beautiful. I hate to sound sappy but her words genuinely speak to me. I'm certainly more open to poetry these days because of her. I needed enlightenment and she gave it to me. Secondly, as often as I've questioned by writing ability, she's fearlessly challenged my inner critic. Her challenges serve as a reminder to me that my writer's block is both a self-imposed affliction and a convenient excuse.

So, whether I like it or not, she has arrived at my virtual doorstep and into my life as a sweet but pushy muse, refusing to take NO for an answer.

But hold on...serendipity and being a muse works both ways. Something in my words also affects her. Somehow, I seemed to have lit a fire in her as well. My internal conflict, musings, and general lack of self confidence stokes the flames of a poetic bonfire that seeks release from her very own pen. I am HER muse! (or at least one of them). It is my hope that someday she'll have the courage to try to get her work published or share more with the rest of the world. So, thank you MCL, for your gifts and allowing me to share them here on my blog. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I do.

*Permission to post poems on this blog granted by author.

I did it. Oh yes, I did..a guest blog for Adriana Kraft

2010-12-08T20:50:00.001-08:00

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a happily married pair of hopeless romantics who love to read and write hot sex about bi women and the loves in their lives. They also write in the m/f, lesbian, bisexual, menage and polyamory genres. Their novels and short stories have been published at Extasy Books, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Love You Divine and Torquere.

Adriana asked me to be a guest blogger this month and I happily obliged. I used the opportunity to take indecent liberties with classic book titles as part of my post. Such blasphemy! Actually I'm just kidding about the indecent part. I was just having a little fun. Check it out! The Invisible Man: Tales of Kinky Voyeur

While you're at it, take a look at all the sexy books Adriana's written!

Flash Fuck Fiction - 227 Words

2010-11-07T21:59:00.000-08:00

Yours

Delicate silk binds my wrists tightly behind my back and I am blindfolded. Scantily clad in only a black thong and heels; I am on display just the way you like me.

Upright on my knees, I wait. Anticipate.

Your hushed footsteps break the silence in the bedroom. I stop breathing and turn my head to listen. Delicate beads of sweat form a glistening sheen on my limbs. Taut muscles twitch. You are near.

"My pet, you look delicious, " You croon.

There is an unusually cruel lilt in your voice tonight .

I shiver.

Resist the urge to beg, I tell myself.

"You can't hide your thoughts from me whore. I know you like the back of my hand."

Whore-- Whore-- Whore, I chant quietly to myself. Yes, I am your filthy fucking whore.

Your fingers graze the silky skin of my breasts then plunge downward. Suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, you deliver a hard slap to my face.

I reel back on my haunches from the force of your assault and spread my legs wider in an attempt to regain my balance. Heat spreads to the imprint left on my face. Only you can deliver the erotic sting of pain pleasure that my flesh desires.

Panties are soaked. Hot cunt pulses uncontrollably. I'm dripping for your love.

Fuck me. Love me,

I am yours.

FlashFuck Fiction - 100 Word Erotica Story

2010-10-12T09:14:00.000-07:00

Silent Fuck

Curled up under the sheets, my sleeping beauty lies.

Holding the shiny metal whip in my hand, I gently trace the length of her exposed calf with the soft leather flogger.

Stirring, she stretches languorously.

I tug at the blankets exposing her nude body and stubbornly repress the urge to lavish on her skin, a thousand kisses.

Opening her legs slightly, I see the rosy lips of her already glistening cunt and place the handle between her folds. She grips my hand with hers. Together we guide cool steel inside. Silent gasp. The flower opens. I bend to taste honey.

FlashFuck - Lesbian Cyber Erotica - 100 Words

2010-10-05T22:59:00.000-07:00

INVISIBLE

The words she types appear on the screen.
I smile.
Playful. Seductive. Siren-like.
I can't look away.
She asks me if I'll chat privately with her.
I do.
Alone with her now.
I fidget.
Electronic bedroom of sensual colloquy.
We linger.
Her words transform into invisible fingers caressing my skin.
I squirm in my chair.
Seductive. Sinful. She whispers.
I crave more.
Dirty words follow.
I am wet.
Lips on my breasts. Downward.
I open my legs.
Warm tongue reaches velvet.
Ecstasy. Eyes closed.
Inside me now.
Deep.
Hips thrust outward.
Lips utter filth.
Lurid lover. Invisible fiend.
My heaven.

Paperwork - An excerpt of my latest erotic story about love, sex, and having fun with a whip

2010-09-13T23:07:00.000-07:00

Last month I attended writer's conference in Portland, Oregon. I pitched the movie script and well, I think I bombed it because I was so nervous AND because I changed scenes in the plot so many times recently that I just didn't feel confident talking about it. Honestly, I couldn't even have sold the script to myself because I didn't believe in it either. So, with that being said, I'll do more work on it but in the meantime I'm also going to also do what I love the most, write erotica. Oh, and indulge my addiction to Twitter.

Tonight, I thought I'd post an excerpt of another story. It's called PAPERWORK. The story is about two women who are in a long term relationship and very much in love. The protagonist, or narrator of this story wakes up early one morning to try to get some work done but discovers that her lover has plans of her own. The story takes a playful and erotic turn when one surprises the other with a newly purchased leather riding crop.

PAPERWORK
By Dylynn DeSaint

I grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand and looked over at Nia. Her long blonde hair flowed softly over her face and lay in swirls around her bare breasts. Sometimes on mornings like this I’d lay quietly next to her and bask in the stillness and love I felt for her. The warmth of her body next to mine was all that I needed in this world to make me happy.

I lived for sweet moments like this and reveled in my refuge away from the world outside of our home. Each day that passed, I found myself happily falling in love with her all over again.

* * *Later in the story * * *

I stood there while she slipped my pajama bottoms down to my ankles and her fingertips explored my body further. Soon she kissed me, parting my lips with her tongue while stroking my skin softly while her hands snaked their way from my butt to the front. I kissed her back passionately, nipping at her lips. She responded with soft moans which were driving me mad with lust for her. I wanted to make love to her.

As we kissed, her fingers really began to explore below. Her hand stroked the inside of my thighs and then up to the outer lips of my impatient sex. She murmured something about how wet I was and how excited she was getting by just touching me.

Her fingers parted my slit and she edged her way inside slowly. I groaned with pleasure. Our lips parted momentarily while I got caught up in the sensations taking place in my groin.

“You like what I’m doing don’t you darling?” She said as she bit my lip softly.

“Yessss” I whispered back hoarsely, my body surrendering to her touch. I closed my eyes and waited for her to continue to fuck me.

“I want you to face the desk and open up your laptop” she commanded, as she withdrew her fingers momentarily.

“Do it, baby,” she said, softening her tone.

As I brought the laptop down from the shelf and put it on the desk, she continued to stroke my body and unbutton my pajama top

“You’re my all-work-and-no-play lover. Today I’m going to teach you the importance of playing. I want you to type everything that I’m going to do to you as I do it. It’s going to serve as a reminder later, that you work too hard. If you stop at anytime, I’m going to punish you with this beautiful leather whip."

I stood upright for a moment and tried to turn around to look at her.

Whip? Wait, where’d the whip come from? How’d she hide it from me?

I didn’t see it on the desk when I came into the room. As I attempted to turn around again, I felt the sting of the riding crop on the back of my thighs.

“Hey!" I exclaimed. “What the hell? Where'd that come from?"

She was having none of it. My questions were met with more slaps of the whip, this time on my ass.

“Baby, your job is not to ask but to do as I say,” she said, pushing my shoulders forward so that I was slightly bent.

She ordered me to take off my top. It was already unbuttoned so I flung it off quickly before she could smack me again.

“Nia baby, I don’t know if I’m really into this kind of stuff. I mean. I’ve never tried….”

She raised her hand and delivered more stinging wallops, this time across my back.

“Wait a minute!”

Before I could protest any more, she covered my body with hers, pressing in so that I felt her warmth. She held me while nipping gently at my shoulders then used her tongue to lick at the pink welts on my skin. I could feel her silky pubic hair on my butt as she rubbed her body against mine.

I was starting to get aroused again and quickly lost my preoccupation with the whip when I felt something between my ass cheeks. To my chagrin, it was that damn whip again.

“Baby, you’re supposed to be writing,” she purred into my ear before taking it between her teeth and biting gently. I flinched a little at the pain and felt goose bumps rise on my skin then fan out to my breasts. My nipples stood erect and were as hard as pebbles.

Her tongue glided over my ear as she breathed heavily. It excited me that she was so aroused. I have to admit that the sight of her naked with that whip in her hand also added to the heat building between my legs. I liked the way it looked but wasn’t so sure I liked the pain associated with it.

Her fingers traveled to the front, slipping down between my folds and ever so lightly making contact with my clit. I closed my eyes and purred at the luxurious warm feeling. While nipping at my shoulders, with the other hand, she pinched a hard nipple between her fingertips. The sensations of pain from the love bites, her fingers touching my breast, and the other dipped inside of me created a potpourri of sensations that were stirring my body like the perfect recipe for ecstasy.

Trying to do as she had ordered earlier, I started typing, painstakingly slow. My hands were trembling but I somehow managed the best I could lest I suffer the wrath of the whip.

Your soft hands on my ass feel heavenly///....so fucking good baby@!

don't want you to stopp,./'.

I want to feel your fingers inside of me!!..

notttttt sure about whip/.,m

put it away!q

Not realizing that she was reading over my shoulder; suddenly and without warning, she pushed the handle into my ready and waiting moist core. It slipped in easily and a groan of pure bliss drifted from my lips.

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.

Excerpt of "Haircut," a Sexy Butch/Femme Romp

2010-07-05T19:25:00.000-07:00

Since I haven't written anything erotic since I started working on the script I thought I'd post an excerpt of my latest short story titled, "Haircut." The story is about a butch woman named Syona (Sy) who decides to go out for a haircut at her favorite hair salon. On a whim she decides to hard pack (wear a dildo). Not only does she get a trim tonight but also has an unexpectedly hot and steamy romp with her hairdresser, a sensuous and exotic femme named, Adriana.

Introduction:

Before Adriana puts the cloth drape over Sy, her eyes catch the unmistakable outline of the huge dildo in Sy's faded out jeans. She intentionally takes her time cutting the sexy butch's hair so that the two are the only ones left in the salon.

In this excerpt, I'm going to drop you into a scene as things are really starting to heat up between the two.

If you think this excerpt is hot, you'll need to read the rest of the story when it goes to print in a yet-to-be named anthology this year. I guarantee you things get even steamier!

HAIRCUT

By Dylynn DeSaint

Adriana stood speechless and immobile. She was familiar with the ensuing butch femme power game. Still, her legs were weak and the heat between them burned impatiently into a rising crescendo of flames that were licking at her sex and growing even hotter the longer she was made to wait. As much as she wanted to, she didn’t dare move an inch. Instead, she quietly and joyfully accepted her submissive role in their sexual romp.

Locking eyes with Adriana, Sy eased slowly back into the chair, slouching back and making herself comfortable with her legs wide apart.

“I want you to unfasten my belt, unbutton the fly on my jeans and take my cock out. Do it very slowly, there’s no rush.”

Adriana approached her slowly, her lips forming a pouty, seductive smile, knowing full well that she too, had the power and capacity to drive this cocky butch over the edge. She chose instead, to do exactly as she was told; her dainty fingers slowly unfastened the leather belt, letting it fall to the sides. She proceeded to release each button with care as she wet her lips with her tongue. She looked up quietly at Sy for delicious approval. Sy returned the gaze but showed no emotion or the sign of approval that Adriana wanted.

Before reaching inside, Adriana looked up at Sy once again, her eyes begged for permission to release the object of her desire. Sy took her hand, and instead, guided her fingers over the outline of the cock still hidden in her jeans. It was cruel of her to tease Adriana like this but she knew in the end it would be worth it. Eyes dark with desire and lips parted in anticipation, Adriana moved her fingers sensuously over it back and forth, rubbing it while Sy watched her intently.

“Pull it out now, Adriana” she ordered.

“Show me how much you adore my cock, baby” Sy said as she stroked Adriana’s hair and face, gently guiding her by the chin to her lap.

Adriana obeyed her; her eyes traveling the length of the cock as it emerged, solid and unyielding. Without further prompting, Adriana bent over and took it in her mouth.

A slow lusty smile crept across Sy’s lips as she placed her hand on the back of Adriana’s head, coaxing her to take the cock all the way in her mouth. She watched as Adriana slowly licked the tip with her tongue; making it shine with moisture, then disappear back into her throat.

“That’s it baby, make it nice and wet” she muttered as she held Adriana’s hair in her fist, watching their reflection in the mirror.

Sy could feel herself getting wet and excited from watching Adriana go down on the big cock. She’d watched women do it for her before but there was something about the way this bewitching creature reveled in it that took her aback. Adriana’s dark lips continued to work their way up and down the shaft. Eyes closed, her pretty face glowed warmly, oblivious to the world and in a total state of bliss. Sy could feel her own pulse beating wildly and her breathing becoming jagged. She could not stand watching Adriana sucking her cock any longer; she had to have her now.

She gently lifted Adriana’s face to her own. Kissing her passionately, she pulled her body into hers. The heat of their embrace caused tiny beads of sweat to begin to form on Sy’s face.

Erotic Writing Hiatus and Where I Get My Sexy Fix

2010-06-13T08:52:00.001-07:00

I'm on a self-imposed hiatus from writing erotica until I finish my current project; a movie script. In the meantime, I am jonesing big time and trying to satiate my appetite for it by reading or viewing sexy images. I've compiled my own top 10 list of blogs and websites that are keeping me sane for now:

Sugarbutch

Satisfaction Through Calefaction

Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Que-sinverguenza

Butch Femme BDSM

This is the first time I've devoted so much time on one project and it requires DISCIPLINE; a characteristic I definitely don't have and suck at trying to have. I've never been diagnosed with ADHD but feel like I exhibit the symptoms. I have a hard time focusing and have to do a lot of things at once so I don't get bored and stop whatever I'm doing. When I write, I write multiple stories at the same time. When I read, I read multiple books at the same time, etc, etc. My attention span is so short that it's amazing that I get anything done. I start projects, get distracted, then start another one.

This 100 page script that I'm working on feels very painful to me. It's excruciatingly hard. I've made myself write whether I want to or not. You're probably thinking a few pages a day is shit and I'm a pathetic whiner but to each his/her own...it's MY goal and it's fucking hard for me. I challenged myself to write something longer than a short story and damn it, I'm going to finish it! I'm also going to tackle writing a novel AFTER this script is done so it's good to get my shit together now.

I tweeted yesterday that writing is a manic thing to do. You fly high at times, love it, and then the next you're into a pit of despair. I think it's like that for a lot of creative souls out there. Here's to wishing you all and myself lots of writing time in our own endorphin-infused worlds and less time in the pit.

Oh Boi, the Butch/Femme Magazine, My Second Life Interview

2010-05-31T09:51:00.000-07:00

Gangrel Pichot is my avatar's name in Second Life. Let me see if I can explain what it is. Second Life allows you to chat, meet people from all over the world, and socialize in a 3D environment of your choice; from the inside of a nightclub up in space to a sandy beach in Hawaii. It's pretty amazing.

I learned about Second Life a few years ago and decided to give it a try. I found it to be more fun than chatting in a one dimensional text box like in a chat room.

Everything (and everyone) in Second Life is built by the people who populate it. When you first sign up, you create your own avatar. Some people create one that looks just like themselves and some, like me at times, create entirely silly looking avatars like the big kitty with a mohawk jumping on a virtual trampoline.

Sometimes I'm a huge mohawk-wearing tiger, gray leopard, or a little robot.

Most times I look something like the picture to the left....with a tail. My avatar is technically called a Neko (half cat, half human). They're all manifestations of whatever mood I happen to be in when I'm there.

While in Second Life, you are virtually unlimited as to what your avatar can look like but it might cost you a few dollars. You can either custom create your own look (if you're brave) or buy one. It's all up to your imagination and can be pretty fun.

This leads us up to how I met Adrianne Sautereau, Editor-in-chief of Oh Boi, a Second Life magazine for lesbian butches and femmes. I happened to be in Second Life at a lesbian sim and I think I was a big butchie tiger at the time. I had no idea that she was an editor. We struck up a conversation, got to know each other, then became friends. She knew that I was a writer and asked me to pen a story for Oh Boi. At first I hesitated because I had a lot of other projects going but she was relentless (I mean this in a good way Adrianne! lol) and after viewing the magazine, thought it was beautifully done and definitely wanted to be part of it! I wrote a short short story called Butch Hands for the mag (it's also posted here in my whispers section). Adrianne also interviewed me and as a result I'm in her May-June issue! Take a look at below. It's pretty cool. If you like it, show her love by following her on her blog, Oh Boi too! If you're a Second Lifer, the blog will give you locations where you can download the magazine for viewing in world.

If you're brave and curious, join me in Second Life and say hi. I'd love to "meet" you. You can also join my group, where I send out excerpts and updates of stories that I write. Just instant message me while in world. See you there and I hope you enjoy reading the magazine (click on image)!

Open publication - Free publishing - More sissy boi

Writing and being scared shitless...

2010-05-23T08:56:00.000-07:00

I debated on whether to write about the feelings that I'm going through as I write my first screenplay. Since I suck at keeping this blog up-to-date, I thought what better opportunity than now to share what's going on in my mind as I embark on this new writing journey. Theres going to definitely be some great highs and guaranteed lows.

So how did it come to pass that I'd start such an endeavor?

Sometime last month after finishing a romantic short story, I got a wild hair to turn it into a screenplay. I checked out every book I could find in the library on how to write one, bought scriptwriting software, and started reading my ass off. I spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out how to use the software too (I'm still learning).

First off, you have to understand that I've never written a screenplay before OR pitched one to a film producer, agent, executive, or ANYBODY for that matter. Yet, I'm writing one and will also pitch my script to a film executive in August. I am really stepping outside of my comfort zone on so many fronts. This is a BIG DEAL for me. Lately, not a day goes by without me asking myself what the hell I was thinking when I decided to do this. Can I finish this script in time? Can I pitch the concept in 5 minutes or less? In once sentence? Can I pull this whole thing off? Why do I do this shit to myself? Part of the answer is that I need to be challenged and feel excited. This is what motivated me in the past to parachute out of a helicopter twice, rappel off of a 50 ft tower, and climb up a waterfall despite that fact that I'm scared to death of heights. Doing something that scares me breathes life into my soul.

Alright, I'm getting myself worked up and anxiety is starting to set in. lol. I'll post more as I write the script. In the next few days, look for some new excerpts of a few erotic stories that I've written. Right now I'd better work!

New Look...whispers, music playlists, etc

2010-04-15T22:56:00.000-07:00

I'm really sleepy right now and was going to go to bed earlier but got a second wind. If you've visited before you'll notice the blog looks a little different. I've added pages to make things easier to find.

Something new that I've added on the blog is a page called "whispers."

So many times throughout the day, like on my commute to and from work, or pretty much at any time, even in dreams, ideas for a story will suddenly appear in my head. From a writer's perspective these are wonderful gifts. Sometimes what comes to mind is a singular beautiful sentence. I decided I'd call these bursts of creative thoughts, "whispers." I'll post my sensual, erotic, or romantic thoughts, sentences, and short, short stories (no more than a page and a half) on this page. These will be more like streams of consciousness than anything else.

My first whisper is a short, short story called, "Butch Hands." Hope you like it.

If you have any of your own and would like me to post them, shoot me an email at dylynnwriter@gmail.com

Music for Dark Erotic Stories

2010-01-23T08:15:00.001-08:00

I've mentioned that when I write I listen to music. In an earlier post I put a sample playlist of songs that I listen to when I write stories that are erotic but not too dark. When I work on something a little edgier or darker, I like industrial, metal, house, or really anything with a bit of an edge. Here's a short playlist of songs (click on song titles) so that you can listen to them. These songs, and this type of music helped inspire me to write "Inside," the story about a sexy and dangerous vampire topper. Actually, now that I come to think of it, I listen to this kind of music pretty much most of the time.

Kinda' Nice, I like it by the Pretenders (you can listen to the whole song by googling it and clicking on the lala.com link)

Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson

I Get Off by Malestrom

Lucy's F*ck*ng Sky by Lords of Acid

Master by Razed in Black

Never Meant by Razed in Black

I'll Damage You by Razed in Black

I Sit on Acid by Lords of Acid

Zerospace by the Kidney Thieves

Not My God by Sister Machine Gun

To read the excerpt click here.

Vacation and the holidays....

2009-12-26T18:30:00.000-08:00

Wow, I haven't posted a blog entry since August? Where does the time go?

Last month I challenged myself to write a story, finish it in two weeks, and send it to an editor. To my amazement, I did it. I'm just really happy to have finished it being as I have a tendency to start stories and leave them unfinished for weeks, sometimes months, and even years.

The story I wrote is called "Venti Hot Americano. " The story is about a butch girl who flirts her way into the pants of another girl who works at a coffee shop and ends up getting her heart stolen. It's a funny, lighthearted erotic story with a sizzling scene set in the backseat of a car. I had fun writing it. I got my inspiration for it while hanging out at bookstores every week. anyways, I sent it off for submission into an anthology. Now we wait...and wait, and wait to see if it gets accepted or not.

I didn't go to New York City this year like I normally do and instead am upstate in Saratoga Springs where the pace is definitely alot slower. My girlfriend and I are here for Christmas with her parents, sisters, brother, and a bunch of rambunctious children with lots of energy. Good thing I brought my electronic gadgets with me. My itouch and droid cell phone kept them entertained for hours so we grownups could visit in peace. Thank goodness for free game apps.

So I mentioned the pace here....it's sloooow. Mostly because it's so damned cold and snows alot. I've had lots of time to do things that I normally wouldn't do like; slow my mind down long enough to enjoy my surroundings, post to this blog, work on some stories, and visit with my pal Chester here. He kept me company when everyone else went upstairs to bed... excuse me, I need to sneeze (sniffles). As you can see, he is a big, big dog. Compare the size of his head to my laptop case...that's a 15" case by the way. I'm allergic to him and have been sneezing the whole time but he's been the best company and not at all critical of my writing. I think he likes everything that I've been reading to him.

It's COLD here! I'm not used to weather like this. The other day I thought my eyeballs were going to freeze. I know I'm a winter wuss coming from Arizona but geezus, when the wind blows, it feels like your exposed parts are going to freeze!! I took the photos above at my girlfriend's sister's house. They've got a beautiful home with a stream next to it.

This photo is of the driveway up to their house. It's more like an icy slip and slide. There is NO WAY that this Arizona gal is going to attempt to drive up or down this EVER. I'll leave it up to everyone else. Yikes. I'll take my nice flat concrete drive-way any day lol.

Okay, it's getting late and the house is quiet again. Chester and I are going to work on a story tonight.

Hope you're having a wonderful holiday and let's hope 2010 is going to be the most creative, brightest, best year ever!!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Dylynn

"The Perfect Girl" Story....Music and Inspiration

2009-08-29T10:59:00.001-07:00

I've blogged and tweeted about my on and off struggle with writer's block and how I lean heavily on music to help jar the wheels in my head to turn and inspire the desire to write. Every night I listen to music. Actually I've got one of my many Ipods playing at any given moment; from the time I get out of bed, on my long commute to and from work, to the last few minutes before I go to bed. Music is an integral part of who I am and I can't imagine life without it.

The other night as I sat alone in the bedroom, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my "story" flash drive. I carry it everywhere I go...I mean EVERYWHERE. Once it even ended up in the washer & dryer because I forgot to take it out of my pocket...talk about panicking. To my extreme relief, it still works.

I cranked up my computer, put my Ipod on shuffle, and plugged in the flash drive. Out of the 7,000 songs, a random mixture of soft music started to play. Almost immediately one of my stories; rejected by an editor and long deserted and untouched for months came to mind...The title is "Her Garden." Unlike my many other stories; this one was actually finished or so I thought. In the back of my mind I knew the reason the story got rejected was because it was "missing" something. Maybe it was too predictable? But then I reasoned, it's a romance. You have two characters meet, they fall in love, live happily ever after...it's a formula that gets used over and over and over again! That's what romance is all about right? Anyways, something wasn't right and I just couldn't put my finger on it then. Normally a rejection letter stings a bit but I knew I had it coming with this one.

As I listened to the music play it was like I experienced a moment of clarity. I read through the story once more and suddenly it felt like both myself and the characters sucked in a fresh new breath of air and "we" came to life once again. I ripped and tore through sentences that weren't crisp and felt that euphoric "in the zone" feeling that I get when I really get into my writing.

I don't know what other writers feel like when they write but the best analogy I can give for what it feels like for me is the rush you feel when you're running or exercising hard...you're huffing and puffing, struggling to breath and then all of a sudden it gets easier...and you experience a sweet endorphin rush. The sensation is so utterly wonderful. When I started working on my story, I felt that rush and suddenly I knew there was renewed promise for my story and the end of a long dry spell of nonwriting.

This is where the music I was listening to comes in. As I listened to some of the songs, it was like they just fit the mood and feeling that I wasn't able to instill in my story before. The more I listened and wrote and edited, the more I came to life and so did my characters in the story. I really think I'm on the right track now because it just feels right and am soooooo happy to feel the creative juices flow once again!!!! I still don't know if the story will get picked up anywhere or published in a book but it doesn't matter. I'm just glad to be writing again.

Here is a playlist of the songs (along with links so you can listen to the music) that helped inspire me to write recently and work on the story again. I've also included an excerpt of the "Her Garden" story again in this posting. When you listen to the songs, keep in mind that the story is an erotic romance...and a very, very sweet one at that. I hope it gives you a general sense of the tone of the story and that you enjoy the music:

Beautiful - Me'Shell Ndegeocello
Be Here now - Ray LaMontagne
Stigmatized - The Calling
A Stranger - A Perfect Circle
Still Lost - Cowboy Junkies
The Story I Heard - Blind Pilot
Still I Can't Be Still - Idina Menzel
Still in Love - Go West
Still I Long For Your Kiss - Lucinda Williams
Still Beautiful - Jessica Simpson

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.

On their first encounter, they both experience an eerie sense of familiarity. What could it be?

Jamie returns to visit Gabriella after that embarrassing and awkward first meeting and then finds herself wrapped up in an unexpected but warm erotic spell.

The Perfect Girl - an Excerpt
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.

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…” she cried, gasping for air and unable to control the powerful orgasm cascading throughout her body.

Red Hot Conversation Coming Your Way!

2009-07-24T19:58:00.000-07:00

Be sure to mark this coming Thursday, July 30th, 4pm AZ time, 7pm EST on your calendar for a live interview of myself and Kathleen Delaney, BDSM poet extraordinaire. Fellow author and siren, Claudia Moss will coax much naughtiness out of the two of us on this special evening. This should be a fun night so be sure to tune in on Blog Talk Radio! Follow the link below (Sizzling Sirens...) or click on the sexy red shoe!

Sizzling Sirens of BDSM

Kathleen delaney is a Queer High Femme spoken word artist whose provocative & smutty performances ignite, shock, challenge, and eroticize Butch/Femme, Queer, and BDSM dynamics! She has toured both coasts, sharing the stage with such acts as Margaret Cho, Shar Rednour, Michelle Tea, & Carol Queen. Kathleen is the founder & organizer of BODY HEAT: Femme Porn Tour, a national touring collective of Femme porn performance artists that tours nationally every Spring. Kathleen hosts a monthly erotic open mic, "Stiletto," in Atlanta. Her first CD, also titled "Stiletto," is available through cdbaby.com. http://www.myspace.com/stilettospokenword

Me....I'm Dylynn Da Naughty (as my best friend affectionately refers to me), and well, read my blog and stories here to see what I'm about or listen to the show! 'nuff said!

Well...darn, maybe another time?

2009-06-27T08:59:00.000-07:00

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!

2009-06-21T14:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-10T22:01:00.000-07:00

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"

2009-04-04T12:46:00.001-07:00

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

2009-02-10T21:47:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-11T12:46:00.000-08:00

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...

2009-01-11T12:34:00.000-08:00

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.

Merry X-mas

2008-12-13T20:15:00.001-08:00

I hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful Xmas!!

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009

2008-11-22T08:33:00.001-08:00

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

Vacations Can Be Like That....

2008-10-16T18:53:00.000-07:00

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.

Vacation Pics from New York

2008-10-07T18:00:00.001-07:00

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??

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

2008-10-04T21:39:00.001-07:00

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 :)

Sapphic Planet Anthology

2008-09-07T18:37:00.001-07:00

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.

Short Story Excerpt - "The Perfect Girl"

2008-08-10T12:24:00.000-07:00

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.

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?

If so, what was her wish?

What the hell was I doing?

Warning signals screamed in my head yet I ignored them.

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.

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.

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009

2008-07-20T15:47:00.001-07:00

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.

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

2008-06-29T09:29:00.000-07:00

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).

Otep, Dark Inspiration and Other Stuff....

2008-06-27T10:03:00.000-07:00

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

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

2008-06-05T19:44:00.000-07:00

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).

Erotica and Lesbian Bed Death

2008-05-24T13:27:00.000-07:00

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!

Condoleeza's Reading My Blog....

2008-04-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

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.

Coffee Night With the Girls and Cheating...

2008-04-05T08:03:00.000-07:00

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

Top 10 Places to Get Down and Dirty

2008-03-28T07:51:00.000-07:00

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.

Limousine
Dressing room
Stairs
In an office
Elevator
Kitchen counter
Hood of a car
Public restroom
Cemetery
Swimming pool

Naughty, Naughty Librarians, Oh My!

2008-03-20T21:44:00.000-07:00

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.

Did you know.....

2008-03-06T19:45:00.000-08:00

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 :)

My favorite food is Indian food.
My favorite female musical entertainers are Goldfrapp, Missy Elliot, Fergie, Dixie Chicks, and Diana Krall.
My favorite color is green.
I love to play devil’s advocate during office debates.
I have perfected the art of giving the appearance that I’m listening or paying attention when I’m really not.
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.
I hate hot weather yet live in Arizona.
I own more watches than I need.
I wear a watch everyday but am late to nearly everything.
I bring my laptop with me everywhere I go.
I listen to music every single day and as much as possible.
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.
I don’t have any tattoos but have 5 piercings in my ears, 3 on one side, 2 on the other.
I still like to eat Frosted Flakes & Cap'n Crunch, sometimes at 3am in the morning when I can't sleep.
I like to chew ice.
People tell me I'm an extrovert even though I feel like an introvert. .
I'm weird but find being weird is better than being normal because normal is boring.
I borrowed the idea for this list from a friend.
I like odd numbers, hence why this list ends with the #19

Sapphic Planet

2008-03-06T19:38:00.000-08:00

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 .

SHORT STORY -Lesbian Erotica - Another Business Trip

2008-03-02T23:02:00.000-08:00

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.

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

2008-01-20T09:13:00.000-08:00

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

A rant...just this once

2007-12-03T19:52:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-02T23:00:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-16T19:28:00.001-08:00

The year 2007 has really been a fantastic one for me as far as getting my stories published. You can imagine how quickly I was jarred awake one Saturday morning last month when I checked my email and saw one from Zane, the New York Times bestselling author/editor/publisher, letting me know that she accepted my story “Wet” for her upcoming book, Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com Anthology! I read the email over and over again in disbelief. And you know what? I’ve reread it a few times since then…lol. Ok, so I’m starstruck and have no shame. But hey, how often does one get an email from Zane AND get published by Simon & Schuster?!!

So check out the cover...it’s way hot!

Book Reading in West Hollywood, CA

2007-11-15T20:17:00.001-08:00

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

2007-06-30T10:43:00.001-07:00

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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

2007-06-24T17:05:00.002-07:00

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

2007-03-11T11:09:00.001-07:00

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SHORT STORY - Phone Tease

2007-02-10T09:37:00.000-08:00

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.

Lesbian Relationships

2007-02-09T20:46:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-09T20:35:00.000-08:00

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!!!!