Back for some WIPpet Wednesday #WIPpetWednesday #amwriting

Oh if only I remember clearly how to do this and where the links are and everything! It has been so long since I’ve been apart of WIPpet, and I sorely miss it.

I’ve decided to post from this scifi tentacle thing I started writing the other day. I’ve only made it 2000 words into it. I’d also love to finish this paranormal romance novella thing I started forever and a day ago that I’ve only ever made it halfway through the first chapter. OOOOoooops! In the upcoming months, I’d love to finish this and I need to (read have to, must, absolutely) finish De-Termination, which brings me back to Faye & her wild and crazy antics. De-Termination releases Oct 1, and I haven’t even written it. I do have a pretty cover for it though! And a blurb.

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Faye has never been more determined in her life.

 

After becoming an integral part of Molly’s crew to find unique creatures, Faye feels she’s finally found a place she can stick around for a few years. She grows more comfortable with the team each passing day, and when Molly sends her and Benjamin on a job, she jumps at the opportunity.

Disaster strikes only a few days in. As chaos crumbles down around her, Faye doesn’t know where to turn for help. Dealing with the hiccups of life and plans has always been easy, but this time, Faye’s not sure she’ll survive. Her only hope is that Molly can find her in time.

 

Here’s to hoping being a part of WIPpet will give me the kick in my ass to start writing again. Here’s 9 paragraphs from this scifi short story I started. It’s at the very beginning, and I think the only thing you need to know is that Calleen works in receiving on a station.

Klockow stomped over to her, his thick metal boots clacking against the metal floor. Cal’s shoulders tensed. He always made her do that. She breathed deeply as she grabbed the last plastibox and slid it onto the hoverpad.

“Calleen,” he said, his gruff and deep voice reverberating in her chest.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, straightening her back and looking him over. His wide chest was probably half her height, and he stood over her to the point where she had to strain her neck just to make out his drool soaked beard. Kloakan’s were one of the ugliest species out there, according to more than just humans, and Cal agreed with them.

“This is Rev.”

A small woman popped her head out from behind Klockow and gave Cal a small wave with one of her bright green tentacles. Her smile seemed to be a mix of excitement and nerves. Cal didn’t dare smile back.

“She needs to be trained, and Halvarti is out today.”

“Yes, sir,” Cal replied. She tried her best not to say more than those two words to Klockow, but it didn’t always work out.

Grunting as more drool slipped down his beard and onto the metal floor below, Klockow looked Cal over carefully. “Train her right and you might get a bonus.”

“Yes, sir.” That time she said the words with a bit more enthusiasm. Any bonus would help her out in the long run. The credits would be funneled exactly where they needed to go: to her son.

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Hentai #brokentaboos

There are certain sexual relationships that are taboo. They are even taboo to those who read erotica. One of those is sex with tentacles. It’s something people don’t talk about don’t read. It’s more an anime thing than a book thing. Hentai is the proper name for most tentacle sex things, but hentai implies that one of the partners is unwilling.

Last summer, Storm Moon Press put out an open call for lesbian tentacle sex. Typically it’s written in the male/female form and not in the lesbian form. Writing tentacle sex for lesbians was a challenge in and of itself. I had never written tentacle sex, but the challenge seemed intriguing enough that I wanted to try it.

So I did.

I wanted to make my tentacle sex different though. I wanted it to be 100% consensual, because I’m huge into consensual sex, and I wanted it to be sensual and not wham bam thank you ma’am. Tentacles, or anything weird or abnormal, isn’t accepted as real erotica.

It’s quite interesting. And I’m noticing this trend with sales of my tentacle sex story. There are hardly any. I think we’ve maybe sold fifteen copies of it and had a few more lend it on KU. It’s a bit crazy. People are so hungry for erotica, for things that are “abnormal” with BDSM, but once it crosses the line from human to human they are no longer interested in it and it becomes something scary.

It becomes something they don’t want to touch with a ninety million foot pole. It’s crazy! Who knew writing tentacle erotica was such a bad thing?

What I think part of the issue is that society doesn’t allow people, and women in particular, to explore their sexuality in any way possible. What’s really all that different between a tentacles and a dildo? Not all that much. But people aren’t allowed to like what’s not normal in a sexual relationship, things need to be kept vanilla.

I read a lot and even the BDSM I read is pretty vanilla. It’s the same story retold by different authors over and over again. Female sub, male Dom, female has some history of sexual assault with her previous Dom and the current Dom is the only one who can fix it through magical sex that makes the sub realize just how awesome sex is and how wrong she had been previously because of her sexual assault.

Aside from me sitting there going, What the Fuck is this Crap! And This author CLEARLY has never known anyone deeply who has experienced sexual assault, it’s a story that has become vanilla. It’s the stereotype, it’s the form, it’s really the only way many people will read BDSM stories. BDSM is no longer the outlier, well, this form of BDSM. I do still think real BDSM stories are still in the outlier because hardly anyone writes them properly.

Tentacles and sex is very much what BDSM used to be, although I doubt it’ll ever make a breakthrough like BDSM did. Until then, I might write it on the side. It really was a fun challenge to take on. And if you’re interested in reading a sensual tentacles and sex story with virgins, coming out, and societal commentary, check out my short story Loneliness Ebbs Deep.

Loneliness Ebbs Deep RELEASE DAY BLITZ!! #authorcorner #monstererotica #lesbianfiction #lesbian #lesfic #erotica #shortstory

Title: Loneliness Ebbs Deep
Author: Adrian J. Smith & Rachael Orman
Genre: Monster Erotica
Publication Date: December 15, 2014
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Living in a closed society hasn’t given Kaya many opportunities to explore her sexuality. With no family around and no one to take care of her, Kaya wanders through the forest to the forbidden lake. Curiosity and the unknown prompt her to touch and feel everything she has been missing. And when Helki arrives, the façade she lives in is shattered.
*Intended for Audiences 18 yrs+ — This is MONSTER EROTICA so expect the unexpected**
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Adrian J. Smith

Adrian J. Smith, or “AJ” as she is often called, is a part-time writer with an epic imagination, sharp wit, and kind heart that gets her into a bit of trouble when it comes to taking in all the neighborhood stray cats. Being obsessed with science fiction, Smith often goes off on tangents about the space-time continuum. She is also a part-time lunatic with a secretive past. It’s been rumored that she was once a spy for the government, but anyone who has gotten close enough to know the truth has never lived to tell the tale. When traveling around the world on various classified tasks, Smith requires the following be provided: buffalo jerky, mimosas, and eighty-six pennies. This is all we know about the reclusive woman.

Rachael Orman

Stay at home mother of two with a passion for reading almost as much as writing. She is often found curled up with her Kindle reading while her children cuddle up on either side ‘reading’ books of their own. Married for almost ten years to the most wonderful husband and father, she couldn’t ask for more out of life. Except maybe to live somewhere not quite as hot as the desert she currently lives in.

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Loneliness Ebbs Deep COVER REVEAL!! #monstererotica #erotica #lesbian #FF

I am ridiculously excited to share this with you all today! We wrote this story this past summer and submitted it for an anthology. Haven’t heard anything, and the piece was just sitting there. Rachael and I have decided to release it in December and share it with everyone who wants it! Half the time I can’t believe we wrote this story.
Title: Loneliness Ebbs Deep
Author: Adrian J. Smith & Rachael Orman
Genre: Monster Erotica
Publication Date: December 15, 2014
Tour HostDreams Come True Promotions
Living in a closed society hasn’t given Kaya many opportunities to explore her sexuality. With no family around and no one to take care of her, Kaya wanders through the forest to the forbidden lake. Curiosity and the unknown prompt her to touch and feel everything she has been missing. And when Helki arrives, the façade she lives in is shattered.
*Intended for Audiences 18 yrs+ — This is MONSTER EROTICA so expect the unexpected**
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA 

Adrian J. Smith
Adrian J. Smith, or “AJ” as she is often called, is a part-time writer with an epic imagination, sharp wit, and kind heart that gets her into a bit of trouble when it comes to taking in all the neighborhood stray cats. Being obsessed with science fiction, Smith often goes off on tangents about the space-time continuum. She is also a part-time lunatic with a secretive past. It’s been rumored that she was once a spy for the government, but anyone who has gotten close enough to know the truth has never lived to tell the tale. When traveling around the world on various classified tasks, Smith requires the following be provided: buffalo jerky, mimosas, and eighty-six pennies. This is all we know about the reclusive woman.

Rachael Orman

Stay at home mother of two with a passion for reading almost as much as writing. She is often found curled up with her Kindle reading while her children cuddle up on either side ‘reading’ books of their own. Married for almost ten years to the most wonderful husband and father, she couldn’t ask for more out of life. Except maybe to live somewhere not quite as hot as the desert she currently lives in.

Adrian J. Smith

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