Friday, 29 March 2013

My first rejection letter!

As a self-published author I don't normally have to deal with rejection, because my publisher (me) always agrees with my author (me) as to when a piece is ready for release to the big wide world. That all changed recently when I submitted a piece for an erotic blog. I received a very nice reply, politely rejecting it. OMG! How do all other authors cope?

I went to a session at a literary festival this month where the speaker talked about the vast amount of rejection letters authors get, even well-known and successful ones. I seriously doubt I could cope with that amount of negativity on a regular basis! If I stopped self-publishing I think I would have to get someone to do that for me, and just give me summaries.

"Hi there Mr Persuader. You got rejected 43 times last month, but there is some interest in the story of the cheerleader and the firemen by a few publishers. Woman's Knitting Weekly will take the tale of the couple stranded in the ski chalet, but only if you add another woman to make it a threesome; they wondered about a goat as well to spice things up. Playboy will buy the deflowering of the Elizabethan heiress, but only if you take out all the sex and just make it a historical piece. Oh, and Piers Morgan wants you on his show again. Apparently ratings double whenever you are on."

Oh well, we can all dream.

Anyway, after a few hours of depression I finally got over it and am ready to try again. I took all the points to heart and now am ready for a second try. Fingers crossed they like this one!

Friday, 1 March 2013

New story - Forfeits

Helen was reluctant to while away a boring train journey by playing cards for forfeits with two strangers. When she realized they were dumb yokels with a pile of money she changed her mind and decided to take them for everything they had, even though her forfeit was to remove an item of clothing for every hand she lost. After all, she could stop whenever she wanted to, couldn't she? But as the pile of money in front of her increased and the amount she was wearing decreased, she found it harder and harder to stop. No matter. The two idiots were so boneheaded they would never notice if she marked the cards a little. There was no need to stop playing just because she was down to her underwear…especially if she couldn't lose.

Only when she had her mouth wrapped round the biggest cock she had seen in her life did she discover it never pays to cheat when you are playing cards with gods.

Warning. This book contains adult content including scenes of gradual stripping, mind control, oral sex, sex on a train, 2M-1F sex, cum swallowing, huge cock sex and gradual sluttification.