MASHED Monday Author Interview: Jaap Boekestein
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Jaap Boekestein writes the story, “Nibble, Nibble, My Wolf” in our upcoming anthology, Mashed: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror. “Nibble, Nibble, My Wolf” is a fairy tale reimagined to be dark, graphically kinky and reminds us that not all things are as we have been told and retold.
Please tell us a little bit about yourself?
I guess like most writers, I had a rich career of odd jobs: working as a bouncer, for a detective agency, as a publisher and the Department of Justice. A long time ago I started writing because I thought I could write better stories then the ones I was reading. Of course, I was completely wrong, but after almost thirty years I am getting the hang of it. I wrote mostly in Dutch but because of the dwindling publication opportunities I turned to English. I loved it so much that I never looked back.
For a living, I do things with computers. I live in the ancient city of The Hague and I can see the North Sea from my living room.
When not writing, what do you enjoy doing?
Photography, friends and exploring a few alternative lifestyles. Oh, and movies, listening to jazz and the blues.
What attracted you to submitting your story to MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror?
Three words: Twisted, Erotic, Horror.
For your story “Nibble, Nibble, My Wolf” what was your inspiration?
I had a hard time finding the right type of story and when in doubt, go back to the old tales. In my case I ended up with the story of Hansel and Gretel and the witch living in the gingerbread house. Of course to make it sexy and nasty, I had to adapt a few little things…
Influences:
When did you first discover that you wanted to be a writer?
Oh, I must have been around fourteen. Way back!
Did you have any writing mentors?
No, it was a wonderful voyage of self discovery. I guess I made most of the mistakes a beginning writer could make. I am still trying to find new ones. When starting, just do a bunch of writing workshops and participate in a few contests where the jury will review your story. It can be devastating and very helpful.
Who are your favorite authors? What are your favorite books?
Pretty old school stuff: Jack Vance, Fritz Leiber, Clark Ashton Smith, Tanith Lee, and the Dutch writer Robert van Gulik who wrote detective stories set in ancient China.
What films or books have most influenced you as an author?
All kind of movies from the 1940’s until the present. Mostly detectives, adventure, sci fi, and – yes – musicals. About books… It is really hard to point to a few books, I was a very avid reader.
Outside of Horror, what other genre’s do you write in?
Fantasy, science fiction, thrillers, erotica and basically anything that offers an interesting challenge.
Is there anything else that has influenced you as a writer?
Like most horror writers, I am a bit of a sadist. I like to manipulate and scare my readers, under the guise of entertaining them.
We both like stories, you the reader and I the writer.
Just sit down and read this story. Nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t mess with your mind.
Trust me.
What is the first book that made you cry?
I… I have no idea.
On Writing:
How do you describe your writing style?
Ironic, melancholic, and sometimes hot as Hell.
What advice would you give to new writers just getting started?
Don’t over think, just write. You will develop your style along the way.
What part of writing do you find the most difficult?
The ending. After the start I need to know how I will end, or I will be completely lost.
What story are you most proud of?
All of them, I have no favorite. If I name one, the other nasty little buggers will haunt me.
What do you hope your readers take away from your stories?
I hope they are entertained, excited, aroused or mad.
What is your next big writing project fans should be on the lookout for?
Ha ha, only a bunch of little projects, I am afraid. I have written five (Dutch) novels but basically I am a short story writer at heart. So as long as there are anthologies with interesting themes, I will be writing and submitting stories.
Write a 6 word story, GO!
Five bullets, flew by. Bang! Die..
Is there anything else you’d like your fans to know?
I love chocolate, so if you ever want to impress me, buy me chocolate.
Where else on the internet can you be found?
I am on Facebook, but fair to say, I hardly look at it. Just read my stories, they are the most interesting part of me.
Where can readers find more of your stories?
“Two Daggers” featured in Sex & Sorcery 3
“My Call” featured in Deadman’s Tome No Safe Word
“The Bounds of Winter” featured in Winter’s Grasp
“Raven, Rose, and Apple Pie” featured in After the Happily Ever After
Or you can view his complete bibliography.
And now, here’s a special preview of Jaap’s story in MASHED!
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Nibble, Nibble, My Wolf
No, I don’t have a house you can eat. You have it all wrong.
Imagine, a gingerbread house you can just sink your teeth in. That would not work, would it now? The birds and the beasts would be nibbling all day and before you know it, I would be homeless.
You can’t eat my house, sweetheart.
But you can eat me.
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There were four of them, naked, rock hard cocks, horny as starved demons. Lean bodies, some with scars. Fighting men’s bodies.
She liked that.
O, that had been their plans when they arrived. Four dangerous men and one woman alone? They had been joking and jockeying. Who first? What to do? How many times? Would she beg? Would she cry?
They had grinned when they saw her.
Pretty fuckmeat.
She had smiled, a coy fox-like smile, when she saw them.
Nice fuckbodies.
Then they smelled her delicious body.
“Come inside, and get out off those clothes,” she had ordered. They had no choice.
The four naked men moved around in the twilight of the hovel. A dying fire and one oil lamp were the only sources of light, just enough to see her beautiful body, her golden hair.
She was standing, naked beside the fireplace. “Taste my skin,” she ordered. “Gently.”
Four men, horny and hot, wanting to fuck and pound and ravish her. Their lips tasted her skin, something in between kissing, sucking and licking. One nibbled on her neck, one covered her breasts with his lips, one worshiped her buttocks, one served her thighs and her womanhood.
She tasted delicious. A bit like gingerbread.
Four men. It had been a while, and she never had four men at the same time. Two a few times, yes. But four… She grinned evilly. The things she would do!
“You… You can use your hands too.”
They did. Four mouths, eight hands, forty fingers. Strong hands, used to wielding weapons. Kneading, touching, caressing, stroking, softly pinching everywhere. Tenderizing her.
One kissed her hands, took her fingers in his mouth, his tongue tickling against her flesh.
Another spread her buttocks, his mouth making his way down between that valley of flesh, to finally rest and linger at the well near the end of the ravine.
Her eyes flew open. Now that was something she had not felt before! That definitely was a keeper!
“Go on.”
Hands cupping her breasts, fingertips massaging her nipples. Nice.
A hard cock, stroking against her thigh, by accident. She took it in her hand. Warm and big and hard.
She was going to enjoy this so much! Four hard men, bad men, angry men. She would play with them, let them please her, make their teeth grind and their anger flare. They would fuck her all night long until she had enough, and then some more. They wanted to fuck her! Well, she would fuck them.
But first, she had to seal her control over them. Her fragrance was one thing, but in the heat of sex, that sometimes wasn’t enough. There had been that one time with that guy who had his nose buried in her intimate parts and… Now, that had been embarrassing.
No, they had to taste her, to eat her. Only with her inside them, her control would be total. At least for a few days.
Long enough.
“Kneel in front of me.”
They knelt, all four of them. Her love slaves.
It was good to be a witch.
Of course, magic had its price. Power always had a price.
Which part?
It would hurt. It always did.
Her body would recover, leaving no trace as usual. Regrowing what was lost in a few hours.
But it would hurt.
Fingers. It was by far the easiest and less painful option. Two of each hand. Damn, that is what you get with four men. But it will be worth it.
Thanks for joining us for #MASHEDMONDAYS, Find the rest of Jaap’s story and more sensually sinister tales inside MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror
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