So the thing is, writers tend to listen to their imagination – a lot. And they take it seriously. Like, they write down what pops into their heads. Then, they often but not always share it with other people who either like it, don’t like it, or never even see it. That’s the publishing world for you in a nutshell. Well, I’m talking indie publishing.
When you’re working with a publisher your ideas can sometimes get a major scrubbing. We call that editing. Sometimes the results are worth the extra effort. Sometimes it’s a toss up. Also, the author might not have free reign for any and all crazy ideas with a publisher. So it’s necessary to mix things up a bit.
Which is why I’m here today. I’m a major mixer upper!
I’ve written contemporary M/F as well as M/M, I tend to write F/M/F and all sorts of combinations thereof, paranormal, erotic, and at times, humorous. My brain is seriously like a bouncy-ball. What comes out on a day to day basis varies. I like variety!
So far this month I’ve worked on a shifter story, a horrotica piece (with lots of demon sex!), a Loch Ness monster magic piece, and the Goatman, who is pure erotica. I liked writing the goatman. I’m already thinking of writing #2 and including lots of spanking!! Here’s more about it:
Gifted to the Goatman by Eva Lefoy
Every three years Natalia’s tribe gifts a young virgin to the Goatman in the hopes their sacrifice will appease the monster they fear. It’s said the Goatman eats his brides whole, but to Natalia’s surprise it’s not dinner the monster desires. He wants her naked in his bed…
Naughty Excerpt:
Oh my word. She licked her lips and studied the massive horn-shaped human-looking cock pointed straight at her. A little paler than the rest of his skin, it accented nicely the creamy white of the horns atop his head. Except it was tinged with pink and instead of a point at the end, it bore a luscious rounded bulb a shade or two rosier than his shaft. The pronounced curve of his member made her pussy tingle with expectation imagining how wickedly good his shaft would feel within her. It excited her a hundred times more than any human’s cock she’d ever seen.
From her position on the fur pallet she only needed to scoot forward a tiny bit to touch the firm flesh and examine for herself how much pleasure she could obtain. Straightening her spine, she glanced up at Goatman’s eyes and caught her breath at the blast of desire coming from them. No wonder he wasn’t sharpening his utensils.
He doesn’t want to eat me. He wants to fuck me.
A smile curved her lips as she pointedly drew the fur down her body, exposing her breasts and belly. His cock twitched, and a soft grunt issued from his lips but he did not move. Oh yes, he’s definitely interested.
Coming up to her knees, she inched forward. Worry that she might have read him wrong and his desire was merely hunger for her barbequed bones nagged at her, but curiosity made her bold. Besides, the outcome would be one night of hot satisfaction if she was right. What more could a virgin sacrifice hope for except the fucking of her young life? “Is all that delicious cock for me?” she purred, coming closer.
He nodded as though he understood her questions and her heart stumbled over itself. This is what he wants. I was right. As she reached out a shaking hand to touch him, she idly wondered if the other sacrifices before her had taken their turn with him or if she was the only wanton hussy who’d experienced this greedy lust for the Goatman’s cock.
Truth be told, the village men had never interested her. Even at their most rambunctious, they’d seemed merely boys to her, not virile enough to elicit the raw sensuality from her body that she needed in order to feel like a whole woman. But Goatman – primal masculinity radiated from his pores, his easy pose, his take-it-or-leave-it demeanor. The force of his manliness made her womb quiver, eager to receive his molten hot seed. Yet he’d made no move to force her into his bed. He appeared to be waiting for her to act. Well she would show him exactly what she desired. She only hoped he would not make her beg too long before ripping her virginity away with his big monster staff.
Humming happily to herself, she stroked the soft skin of his shaft all the way down and then back up. When she reached the head she grew more daring and scooted forward a little more, letting the fur drop away from her lower body. At his sharp inhale of breath she arched her back and spread her thighs, making it clear she was presenting herself for his pleasure. Then, she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around his cockhead and tasted his sweet pre-cum. “Mmmm.”
The Goatman will be out soon-ish and I’m already scheming on more books in the series. I’m thinking the second book will involve a horny village lass who wants a Goatman of her own! Of course she’ll get a spanking for being such a bad girl!
If you’re interested in seeing what kinds of whacky ideas pop into my mind next, visit me at the links below. I might show up and give you a treat!
Thanks for having me here today Kumiko. It’s always a pleasure seeing you around the interwebs. Happy reading everyone!!
Eva
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That is one naughty goatman!
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