In answer to that question. Yes it is. The hiatus from writing has been a bit long; like to the tune of 11 years but I’m still interested in getting those creative juices fired up and giving it a try once more. I don’t know what I’ll do just yet so you will have to sit tight and see what happens. Hang in there (I tell myself this)!
Dylynn
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
© MCL October 18, 2010. All Rights Reserved. Copyright held by author*
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
© MCL October 21, 2010. All Rights Reserved. Copyright held by author*
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.
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..jpg)
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.
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.
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
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.
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: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.
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. 
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
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
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!
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!
