Venus versus Mars
That women and men are different isn’t a new idea.
Not only are we physically different, our minds work in different ways as well. Men and women often have a difference in sexual attitudes—though there are always exceptions to the rule! Men are more physical and are stimulated by things they can see and touch, whereas women rely on their emotions and a sense of connection with another person to turn them on (though a great body always helps!). The male and female brain even react differently to different erotic situations, with a man’s brain reacting more to visual stimuli and a woman’s brain reacts more to psychological simulation.
When writing erotic fiction, it’s important to consider who I’m writing that fiction for. Predominantly, I write fiction for women, but when I’m writing for a male audience, I approach things differently. When I write for men, I spend less time trying to create a connection that is any more than sexual, and more time on description. When I write erotica for women, for the most part I like to have a connection on another level between the male and female character (or even the male, male, and female, or female, female and male, and any other combinations you can think of!). I also like to have a ‘happy ever after’ or at least a ‘happy for now’ ending. For men, a chance encounter on purely a physical level is enough.
Recently, I received a review which made me smile. The reader actually questioned whether or not I was female because she’d read my short story collection Some Love it Hot! When I sat down to write this collection, it was alongside my first title Rescued. In my head, I knew I wanted to write one collection for female readers and another for men. Some Love it Hot! was my “male” collection and it was this title where someone had questioned my sex. That was a huge compliment to me. It meant I’d done my job right and achieved what I intended.
Strangely enough, even though I write predominantly for a female audience, Some Love it Hot is still one of my best-sellers.
My latest collection, Down in the Sand, although has some stories from a male view point, is definitely written for women. There have been few times in my life where I’ve felt sexier than when I’m on holiday. All that tanned skin, hot sun, and a couple of cocktails beside the pool. What in life could be better? It was this feeling of sexy relaxation that got me writing this collection. Keep reading for an excerpt of one of the stories, “Stopover.”
Cool lotion trickled onto her upper back, making her squirm. Moments later, his warm hands made contact with her skin, smoothing out the creamy fluid, rubbing the muscles of her shoulders and the back of her neck with firm strokes. The massage eased away the last of the tension from the long flight and Zara couldn’t help her whole body relaxing under his attention.
His strong fingers worked their way down, rubbing the muscles along either side of her spine, down to the dip of her lower back. He skirted the curve of her ass, his fingers going lower, slipping beneath the edge of her bikini bottoms.
Would he do it? She wondered. Would he have the nerve to try to go further, right here where numerous other people sunbathed and splashed in the pool? His body hid her mid-section from one side and there were only rocks on the other. While people might be able to see her head and shoulders, to anyone who might catch a glimpse of them, they simply looked like a guy applying sun lotion to a girl’s back.
Zara wiggled beneath his hands, lifting her ass slightly, hoping he’d get the message that she was giving him the green light. A heavy sigh that was almost a moan got him moving. His contact had already left her bikini bottoms damp with her desire. His hand slid right beneath the fabric, cupping the whole of her pussy from behind with one large palm. Zara drew a sharp intake of breath, shocked at his blatant audacity, but her body responded to his caress. Her cunt pulsed, cream flooding her channel, moistening his hand.
He lifted his hand back up again and trailed his fingers down the crack of her ass, before reaching back down and using one finger to open the lips of her swollen pussy. From behind, he pushed a finger insider her, dipping into her wetness.
Pleasure rippled in waves through her body, tightness building at the center of her core. He fingered her as she lay on her stomach, her face buried in the crook of her arms.
His thumb circled the tight star of her ass, using her own moisture and his slick fingers to lubricate the area. He didn’t penetrate her ass, just stimulated the area, making the whole of her nether region hypersensitive.
He slipped his free hand beneath her body, cupping her mound, his middle finger locating the swollen nub of her clit. Pressure on her clit sparked fireworks within her, making her eyes roll, and she ground down on his hand.
His movement grew faster, tight little circles on her clit, the fingers of his other hand hard and deep within her. She felt like she was pushing down hard enough for him to fist her, and she almost wished he would, just to experience that total fullness.
But in the end his words, not his fingers, tipped her over the edge.
He leaned in toward her and spoke in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get you up to our room.”
M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, Rescued. A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, two young daughters, a crazy Spanish rescue dog and four hens. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author.
Since Rescued hit the number one spot, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, Some Love it Hot, and her erotic vampire novella, Deadly Beauty.
M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.
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