New story free to read online in Erozine Issue #7
I fully intended to write this post on Friday when the story went live, but I was caught up in a few things…still aiming to finish several projects my COVID bout derailed, and the end-of-year-rush, and also my NaNo novel.
Oh yeah, I kinda did NaNo this year. Only it lasted longer than the month of November and way more than 50,000 words. Turns out the plot bunny bit hard and despite…everything…I managed to get 200,000+ words written from mid-September to today. In fact I have the final scene of the epilogue to finish today or tomorrow, and then of course a lot of editing.
Certainly, that swallowed time I could have spent on other projects — and I do intend to get more responses out on Erato II submissions in the coming weeks — but when it comes down to it, if a year from now, December 2024, you ask me if I’d rather have done a variety of things or if I’d rather have completed the novel, I know what my answer will be.
More importantly for today, though: I have a ~3,000-word story free to read at the Erozine! My story, for this issue’s theme of “Post-Nut Clarity,” is “Aftplay.” A pun, of course.
Once her breath returned, she said, “It hit me I’ve never slept with a guy who liked sex before.”
His hand moved up to her stomach, following the pulse of her afterglow. “Okay, you’ve got to unpack that for me.”
Grinning, she skirted her fingertips over his hip. She loved to unpack things, and he knew that.
“Oh, they liked orgasming—at least they complained when they felt like they hadn’t done it recently enough. But they wanted to get there as soon as possible.”
He opened his legs wider so she could reach between them, stroking the inside of his thigh. “Mmm.” Maybe a response to her touch, but also encouragement to keep talking.
“They treated every other step in the process like an impediment. The idea of exploring, drawing things out, continuing them—absolutely no interest.”
His next sound seemed interested as she circled his cock, contentedly flaccid and bare—he’d stripped the condom off fast, then, in the moments before she took his hand to get herself off. He was efficient. Competent (competence was hot). But he didn’t rush the stuff that mattered.
-“Aftplay” in EroZine
[Content warning for a brief mention of sex by deception, along the lines of the legends about King Arthur’s conception, if you’re familiar with that. To skip, stop at the line ““There are stories…legends, even…about a woman having sex in the dark…” and resume at “The distress left his face like darkness at sunrise.”]
While I’m trying to keep up on publication news, I’m also excited to announce I’ll have a Tweet-length* poem at https://twitter.com/olicketysplit next Tuesday, Dec 19!
*Still a meaningful phrase in our hearts.