I admit it: I've started out playing around with Pinterest, and it didn't take me long to get addicted. It's a game, somewhere in between collecting and hoarding, but in a safe way. You don't clutter your home, you don't get into debt--what you end up is with a cornucopia of images to feast your eyes and inspire.
I'm interested in indulgence, opening the mind and following the fantasy wherever it may lead. This is what you'll find in my boards, gateway images into stories that may have erotic implications. Luxury, travel, colorful drinks, chocolate...and of course, images that describe relationships, attraction, sensuality.
I'm fascinated by the idea of people who will randomly cross paths, pinners interested in interior design, or the sights of a certain country, women planning their dream wedding, enjoying sensual imagery, or both. Over the next few weeks, I'll choose one board at a time to introduce to you. Who knows? Maybe you'll get hooked, too.
Color-coded sheets, curtains...and toys at A Perfect Dream. Your 18+ summer read.
Procrastination aside, Pinterest is a good place to connect, market and inspire. You can find group boards for your genre, reading recommendations, whatever your heart desires. Take a look at these statistics, and see if you can find your audience here.
If you'd like to join me: http://www.pinterest.com/ravenjspencer/
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
I'm still working on the novel mentioned my Twitter bio, but it's fast approching completion. Meanwhile, I'm excited to show you the cover and a little sneak peek of my upcoming novelette A Perfect Dream. (Edited: It is now availabe from Amazon). I hope you're intrigued to join my characters into their sensual, perfect dream...
A Perfect Dream (an erotic novelette)
“If we had this at home, there would be no reason to come here.”
Sex and politics can be an explosive combination. Beatrice, wife to a conservative lobbyist, can’t imagine being out in the open about her preferences and orientation, but lucky for her, there’s A Perfect Dream. Secret parties that only the privileged have access to fulfill every fantasy and need she can think of. Beatrice didn’t count in meeting Sage, a woman who not only satisfies her in every way, but challenges everything Beatrice has believed about herself so far.
Once they had made it past the front desk to have their payment and file checked by a young woman who couldn’t care less about their weekend plans, the shower rooms were the next step. Strangely enough for a place in which so much sex was going on, hardly anything ever happened in the shower rooms, at least not in these. They were a transitional part. Party guests left their clothes behind in spacious lockers, as well as their cell phones and tablets. In order to guard everyone’s privacy against the outside world, no recording devices were allowed at A Perfect Dream.
When you went deeper into the maze of rooms and dreams, there’d be other bathrooms, as private as you wanted them, for those activities. As she stood naked in the warm stream, Beatrice could feel her heart racing. She loved the reckless, guiltless intimacy with Piper, the pleasure Piper’s body, perfect in Beatrice’s eyes, could give her, and what she could do to her. They had never agreed to be exclusive though, because women in their situation couldn’t afford to fall for romance. Not ever.
What they got out of it, every time, was so much better. She could feel her knees go weak just thinking about the possibilities. There were a few simple rules--pretty much anything was possible, but you still had to ask for consent every time, with every new person. There were cameras. Piper had been getting invitations since long before Beatrice, but neither of them had ever seen anyone breaking those rules. The women who came here were craving satisfaction. There was always someone to fulfill their needs, whatever they were.
After the shower, they picked up the satin robes waiting for them in a huge closet. There were stations in different sections of the party where the robes could be changed whenever necessary. Another threshold, another place to sign in, and they could step right into the play area.
“Don’t hyperventilate,” Piper whispered to her. “You don’t want to miss anything.”
About the author:
Raven J. Spencer, lesbian, married, loves everything sensual and indulgent which led her to write erotic romance and fantasies. When she’s not writing, you can often find her on Pinterest in the pursuit of inspiration. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.