Please enjoy this interview with the wonderful Rion Woolf whose gorgeous story, Stay, appears in Shameless Behavior: Erotic Stories of Overcoming Shame. If you like to get deep with your erotica, Rion’s story–and the whole of the collection–is published with you in mind!
1. Why do you enjoy writing erotic stories?
Erotica, for me, is all about building a world where anything goes. That’s the draw that keeps me coming back to the computer to write more. I want to push my characters as far as they will go because ultimately I’m along for the ride, too, and it can be just as entertaining for me to write an erotic story as it is to read one. I live in a world full of restrictions and more often than not the response to what I desire is no. In the world of erotica, though, the response is often yes. Or, at the very least, let’s try. It’s thrilling to write about a place where so many barriers have been removed.
2. Who are some of your writing and erotic inspirations?
I love Remittance Girl! I’m also strongly influenced by The Story of O and the writer John Preston who wrote Mr. Benson. I read quite a bit of short erotica and I find inspiration through many characters, but I am most drawn to those who are on a quest to try or learn something new.
3. Can you tell us a little about your story in Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame?
“Stay” grew out of a larger project I was working on that follows the relationship between “I” and Sir. The project never came together in the way I hoped, but this story emerged. Issues of gender fascinate me and I wanted to write an erotic tale in which the master has a secret that is ultimately exposed. I believe our physical bodies hold our secrets and emotional pain. More often than not, these are places of enormous shame. In “Stay,” “I” helps Sir to see that those same places where secrets and pain are held can also contain enormous potential for healing and human connection.
4. Why do you think erotica can be so important for society?
Erotica is a fantastic way for people to explore issues of sexuality and gender at a speed that is comfortable for them. It challenges the reader to examine her own ideas about these issues and when the intensity becomes too much, the reader has the power to close the book. Erotica is funny, though. It works on the reader and nudges at the back of her mind throughout the day and haunts the edges of her mind at night. Curiosity to find out what happens next usually wins out and that book, along with all its rich possibilities, is opened once again.
6. Do you have any advice about writing great sex scenes?
I try to bring honesty and realism to any writing that I do that includes sex. I have a tendency to lean towards soap opera-ish scenes, so I am always double-checking myself. Is this realistic? Would my character really say this? Really? If my answer wavers on the maybe, it’s time for another draft. Another red flag? If I hear “You are so Beautiful” by Joe Cocker, “I Think I Love You” by the Partridge Family, or anything by Air Supply in my head when I read back a scene I’ve written, there is waytoo much sappiness.
And here’s a free sexy excerpt from Stay by Rion Woolf:
Now, as he kneels before me, Sir’s voice is low, guttural, lusty: “Beautiful boy.” He loves how easily I can shape-shift from female to male. Instinctually, my hips roll forward toward his face. His dark eyes flash, then the pupils dilate with want. My heartbeat rockets inside my chest. Slowly, he unbuttons my jeans, slides the zipper down, and with his hands covering my ass, he pulls the jeans down to my ankles. Every inch of the way down, his hands take in the swells and valleys of my muscular legs. There’s something about him kneeling before me, something about him undressing me in this way that is so hot. A groan escapes me, and my hips lunge toward his mouth again.
Sir smiles, chuckles at my body’s reaction, and leans in close, so very close, until his chin and left cheek stroke against the hardness inside my underwear. He pulls his chin down the length of Mighty Max, the dildo he’d never bothered to rename once he took it out of the box. The edges of Sir’s lips trace its size through the fabric. Finally, he reaches up and pulls the tighty whities down to my ankles, freeing the dildo from the cloth. It feels fantastic strapped against my skin so tight, the base of Max pressing against my clitoris. The movement of the dildo strokes me deliciously. More than anything, I want to reach forward and grab Sir’s head, but he’s bound my wrists behind my back with one of his white handkerchiefs. The fabric’s tight. Try as I might, there’s no slipping out of this knot.
“Wait for my permission.” Sir’s tone turns stern, and I fear that I will come before he’s ready. I try to pull my eyes away from the scene below my waist, and make myself think of anything else to stop the wetness from coating me whole and dripping down my legs. [Read the rest of the story in Shameless Behavior]
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