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January 1, 2013
Helping Vampires Save the World
(Guest post by Lisabet Sarai)
Let’s face it. Vampires are sexy. Something about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it’s their irresistible power. Even when we know the danger, we’re so very tempted to surrender to their all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely, bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves. Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries. Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.
Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war. They’re performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to distribute desperately needed medications.
You can help MSF in its life-saving mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming Together: In Vein in ebook, Kindle format, or print. Enjoy! Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save someone’s life.
The list of contributors includes many names you’ll recognize. Every one of these authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her short story collection Body Electric to everyone who buys a copy of Coming Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click here.)
You’ll find an excerpt below – just to whet your appetite.
Sink your teeth into Coming Together: In Vein. Help our vampires save the world.
From “The Curse” by M. Christian
She was almost late coming into work. Unheard of, though no one would have noticed. She’d stood and stared at the bare bed, looking for some kind of evidence, some kind of physicality to match her filling memory. They’d stood on the balcony, looking at the stars and the brilliant lights of the city. A natural position, Ellie’s hands on the cold metal of the balcony, the other woman’s hands around her waist, her breath on the nape of her neck. A cascade, Ellie remembered, of goose bumps, but not from the cooling night.
Hard daylight. Blinking, wrapped in a towel, she stepped out, looking for footprints, hand prints. Moisture, a sparkling flicker of dew, anything to prove it had really happened.
They’d kissed—yes, and she tasted her again in memory: the pressure of lips, the heat of her, the rhythm of their breathing. They’d come inside, kissed by the foot of the bed. The whisper of her black satin dress, the sudden too-tightness of Ellie’s jeans. The surprising laughter when the kiss broke, when the high of their excitement crested. The way, then, the giggles had faded as she had put her hands on Ellie’s face, traced the contours of her cheeks, her jaw, the way she’d tapped Ellie’s nose, whispering “button” in a rich, throaty voice.
In the warming room, Ellie stood at the foot of the bed, turning so she was facing the way she remembered standing. Yes. Eyes brown with flickers of amber. Lips too full, too red, too silken to be anything but a fantasy running around in the real world. Lithe, boyish. She remembered how she liked to watch her move, liked to watch her walk barefoot across the apartment. Graceful, as if every muscle were elegantly conducted to some lovely score.
Her shoes? Yes… She’d kicked them off, near the foot of the bed. Without really thinking of the woman walking the hard pavement on thin, bare feet, Ellie dropped down to look, hoping for the reality of a simple black pump. Nothing, of course. Memories, but nothing else.
A glance at the clock brought up more—her face, glowing as if from low embers, smiling up at her. There, in her eyes was the lust Ellie’d wanted, needed, but also something else, something finer, softer, kinder. There was something else there, in the dull red glow, something that had made Ellie’s heart melt as fast as her body. Liquid—yes, molten….
A glance at the clock also brought a slap of reality. 8:05. Half an hour on the bridge, fifteen minutes from the garage to the office. She was going to be late.
Still, hurrying, there was no escaping the growing number of ghosts from the past, that expired night: brushing her hair brought up a voice, rich and rumbling, and the feel of strong fingers stroking the top of her head; doing her teeth was those same fingers brushing her lips, feeling them before another kiss…
Finally, she had to stop, had to put both hands on the edge of the sink and breathe deep. In and out. Strong, steady breaths. She was late, she needed to get dressed and get going. She had work to do, lots of work to do. If it had happened… if it had happened then it was nice, and that was all. It didn’t change anything. If it hadn’t, then the world was as it was. Ellie, her little place, her little life, her job—the days falling down, one by one.
Tears, hot on her cheeks. How she wanted it to be real.
Eyes open, puffy and red. Her face in the mirror, looking broken and small. But then she saw it, as real as a shoe, as foot and hand prints in night dew. Evidence, reality. Purple and harsh, sore, yes, but evidence none the less. A scarf would hide it, but not for now. Lateness, the bridge traffic, the walk from the garage, the firm, everything was gone from her mind. For now, as she stood in the window, the bruise on the slope of her neck was too priceless to hide, too real not to be stared at.
December 22, 2012
Episode 269 – Orin’s Strand by Vivienne Jackson
This week’s episode is “Orin’s Strand” by Vivienne Jackson, originally published in “What Happens at the Tavern, Stays at the Tavern” from Circlet Press.
It’s read by Sam Bradley.
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December 20, 2012
Music Contest Results
This short episode presents the results of the intro/outtro music contest.
Congratulations to the winners!
December 15, 2012
Episode 268 – Losing Track of Time
“Losing Track of Time” is the latest in my transformation erotica series. This one may hit some taboos, if you think it might offend you, this might be one to skip.
Written and read by yours truly.
November 30, 2012
Erotica a la Carte: Iron Chef
“Erotica a la Carte: Iron Chef” is a competition that has been held for the past two years at Balticon. It was emceed by the original mistress of “Erotica a la Carte” herself, Philippa Ballantine, and her lovely husband Tee Morris. For the first two years, the competition was between myself, Helen E H Madden, and Jhada Addams. But this year, we are going to open the competition up. Three preliminary rounds will be held before the main event.
The first will be held at Marscon, in Williamsburg, VA on Saturday, January 19th. The second round will be held at Farpoint, which is held February 15-17 in Timonium, MD (exact date to be decided). The last preliminary round will be held at Balticon itself, on Friday, May 24. Each preliminary round will produce one winner, plus one runner-up if there are more than two contestants. The winners (or their runners-up if the winner is unable to attend) will compete on Sunday, May 26th for the grand prize: the coveted Golden Artichoke.
The rules are quite simple: Competitors are given a secret ingredient, and twenty minutes to write a piece of smutty flash fiction using their ingredient. When the time is up, stories are read aloud. Winners are judged by audience acclamation. Competitors will be expected to bring some sort of device to write with, whether that’s a pad and paper, smartphone, or laptop.
If you will be attending Balticon, and you’d like to have a shot at competing in this fun and exhilarating contest, email me at authornobilis@gmail.com and indicate which session you would like to attend.
These events have been great fun (and solidly attended) for the past few years, and I hope that we’ll have even more fun with these events this year.
November 24, 2012
Episode 267 – Outermost Claw, Front Right Foot by Steven Schwartz
This week’s story is “Outermost Claw, Front Right Foot” by Steven Schwartz, which originally appeared in “Like a Breath of Flame” from Circlet Press.
It’s read by Andrea Trask.
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November 18, 2012
Intro/Outtro Music Contest
As announced in today’s episode of Nobilis Erotica, I am holding a contest to find new intro/outtro music for my podcast.
Everyone who suggests music will be entered into a drawing to receive a signed print edition of one of my books; in addition, whoever suggests the music I eventually pick will also receive a signed print edition.
Requirements:
1. The music must be a few minutes long, or else loopable
2. The music must be available under a creative commons or other royalty-free license
3. There must be no vocals.
Deadline is December 15th. Submit the URL where I can find the file by email.
November 17, 2012
Episode 266 – Rorik the Ready
“Rorik the Ready” written and read by Nobilis Reed
This episode includes an announcement of the annual music search contest. Submit your choice for new intro/outtro background music, and you’ll be entered in a drawing for a signed print copy of one of my books. In addition, the person who submits the music that I pick for the show will also get a signed print copy. Listen to previous episodes to hear what I I like in intro/outtro music.
November 10, 2012
Special Episode 9 – Bigger is Better, or At Least More Fun
In this special episode, we’ve got some feedback, and an essay about Expansion fetish transformation erotica.
In the essay, I mention Chinese sculptor among many other things
October 30, 2012
Expansion: Bigger Really is Better, or At Least More Fun
This is the third essay in my series on erotic transformation.
There are so many aspects to the expansion fetish that I almost wonder whether there’s too much to talk about in one essay. When it comes to making body parts bigger, we seem to have endless fascination, and endless variety, but I think there’s enough in common here to pull it all together, so let’s give it a try.
Expanding a body part in an erotic story focuses attention on it. The story is about that body part, as much as anything else. From that focus, the part in question can be a metaphor for something else, or it can be an erotic stimulus, or both.
Generally speaking, the expansion goes beyond anything natural or artificially possible in the real world. After all, there’s not much point if you’re going to stop at a size that could be explained easily.
First on my list is breast expansion. Lots of people love breasts, men and women alike. Making them larger also increases the attributes that people like about them: their softness, their roundness, and their visibility. In my experience, breast expansion fetish material will emphasize one or more of these aspects in its description. Boobs can be used as pillows, for example, or even slept on like a bed. The work of Chinese sculptor , as nearly perfect spheres; sagging breasts are not often found in breast expansion. And many of the stories feature breasts growing fast enough to burst out of clothing—after all, these stories are rarely bounded by real-world biology. Looking behind the eroticism, one can sometimes find an essential paradox of being a woman; the enormous breasts often have power (the metaphor can go so far as destroying buildings by growing) but are also a tremendous inconvenience. I’ve written a few of these, most notably episode 233, Merys at the Font.
When the thing that’s growing is a penis, the attributes that are likely to be highlighted are lack of the owner’s control, visibility, and ejaculation. The big one here is lack of control; in these stories it is very common for the owner to get erections at the most inconvenient times, which plays over into the visibility aspect. Usually, the volume of ejaculation is enhanced along with the penis, sometimes well beyond the proportions of the organ in question—see the previous paragraph regarding scientific plausibility.
The next erotic growth transformation is one labeled “FMG” or Female Muscle Growth. This overlaps a good deal with another transformation style, Giantess, so for purely taxonomic reasons I’m limiting it to transformations where the woman can still fit through a doorway. While breast expansion is, more often than not, puts women on the submissive side, female muscle growth is solidly on the dominant side. It takes fem-dom fiction and turns the metaphorical into the actual; I don’t know of a single FMG story where the newly created amazon doesn’t take the dominant role in sex.
The dark mirror to FMG is weight gain. In this sort of story, a woman gains an extreme amount of weight in a short time. Often she quote-unquote “deserves” it, for one misdeed or another, but sometimes she’s naturally thin and wants to be bigger. Sometimes there’s little vanilla sexuality in the story at all, and it’s more of a revenge story. Other times the “ultra voluptuous” body is an honest turn-on, with the author swimming upstream from popular culture.
Last of all is the expansion fetish called ‘inflation.’ This fetish is no less improbable than the others, but it takes its implausibility out and flaunts it. It’s rule 34 of the internet at its finest: take the cartoon convention that you can pump air (or helium, or water) into someone, and they blow up like a balloon without injury. That’s it! Simple. There are even rubber suits for folks to act this one out, believe it or not.
In general, expansion stories are less likely to be much more than wank material. Either you like this kind of story, or you don’t. That being said, it constitutes a pretty large proportion of the erotic transformation sub-genre. Personally, I think that’s because it’s so direct and to-the-point.
