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

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

© July 3, 2011 Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author.

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

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

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

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.

© October 12, 2010. Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author.

FlashFuck - Lesbian Cyber Erotica - 100 Words

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.

© October 5, 2010. Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author.

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

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.

© March 13, 2008. Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author

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

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.

© 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.

Erotic Writing Hiatus and Where I Get My Sexy Fix

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

Library Vixen

Pop My Cherry Review

Spicey Vision

Geek Porn Girl

The Sex Geek

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.

Writing and being scared shitless...

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

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

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.

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

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.

© August 10, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

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

Red Hot Conversation Coming Your Way!

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!

Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

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Excerpt of my newest short story, "Inside"

INSIDE
By
Dylynn DeSaint

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright April 4, 2009 Dylynn DeSaint

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

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 Review

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

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

Erotica Writer's Lullaby

Special Lullaby for An Insomniac Erotica Writer
by Mia Corbeau

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

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

Yeah, So I Got Drunk...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew? LOL.

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

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

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

Best Lesbian Erotica 2009

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

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

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


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