I Have Moved!

Hi there.

If you’re wondering why this blog wasn’t there and now is here again… well, it’s a long story. But I am proud to announce that it did lead to me getting self hosted.

So, this entire blog has moved house to Lady Laid Bare Dot Com.

Come and find me there, for more of this lark. I’m leaving this up as a sticky post for the time being, just so you can all find your way to my new corner of the web.

Blowing All Year Round

I am a huge fan of fellatio. It ties in with my natural love of cock. I adore the feeling of taking my boyfriend’s erection in my hand, stroking it, letting my tongue swirl around his length…

Or if he’s not yet hard, planting little kisses on him, relishing in the feeling of him growing harder because of my lips. Getting him to the high point of arousal and then having him fuck me silly is quite possibly my favourite way to spend an evening (my second favourite way being stuck under the duvet with a bag of crisps, watching Hannibal).

So, yeah, big fan of sucking cock.

Not so keen on the concept of Steak and Blowjob Day.

Apparently invented to counteract the “female aspect” of Valentine’s Day, on this most hallowed day you give your partner a blowjob and a nice medium rare porterhouse (possibly as a refuel after all the sucking) as an act of love and a thank you for the gifts you got on V-Day. I’ve got a bit of a problem with that.

For one thing, my boyfriend’s a vegetarian.

Half of me rather loves the idea of Valentine’s Day, as an excuse for going on an adventure with your partner and showing them how much you love them. I like flowers, I like being taken out to dinner, and I like exchanging silly and in-jokey presents as much as I like being pinned against a wall and kissed until I can’t speak full sentences any more.

And the other half of me thinks it’s ridiculous because of two reasons -

One – Why would you need a specially assigned day to show your partner how much you love them?

Two – As said by the ever eloquent CJ. Forrest:

Valentines Day is (to my mind) pretty reciprocal anyway, and even if it isn’t, what on earth makes you think that making a restaurant reservation and picking a card/ordering something from Interflora is such a terrible burden that it needs special recompense? How jaded and cynical must your relationship be if you’ll only do these things in tit-for-tat fashion?

Which is why ‘Steak and a Blowjob’ day really pisses me off. It perpetuates the idea that these things are somehow undesirable, that the only circumstances in which someone will do them is because they’re being shamed/forced into it.

I think that’s kind of, sort of right on the nose. It is entirely CJ’s opinion of course, but there is a great big heap of truth served in these quotes.

First of all, Valentine’s Day is not “a girl’s special day”. In its essence, it’s a day where both partners show their love to each other. Not something that one partner begrudgingly does for the other on one day, with the other begrudgingly reciprocating on the other.

Second – blowjobs are not icky. Blowjobs are as amazing as cunnilingus. Even more amazing when you’re 69′ing and getting it as well as giving it (but that’s a story for another time, I think).

Similarly, love is not icky. Love is (and excuse me if you think this sounds a bit mushy) really fucking amazing. Love is not one special day out of the year where you extra mega hard love someone and then not really, but 365 days a year where you… well, love someone with all your heart.

Love, silly and in-jokey gifts and adventures with your partner are things to rejoice in all year long.

And so are blowjobs, and cunnilingus, and any form of oral sex because oral sex is pretty fucking amazing.

(Maybe not steak all year long though – bit expensive…)

Written for Marie Rebelle’s Fellatio Project, which I hope to contribute to a few more times.

The Fellatio Project

Eroticon 2014 – Thank You Notes

“If censorship is the answer, it was a bloody stupid question”

- Zak Jane Keir

I have to admit that, as I boarded the Bristol-bound train on Friday afternoon, I was a bit trepidatious about the weekend ahead. If only because after the rather duff year I’d just put behind me, I didn’t think I’d be up for socializing that much.

Gosh, how bloody wrong was I? Turns out, I needed it. Read the full post »

Author Blog Hop Q&A

Shiver me timbers (wait, what?), I’ve been tagged in an author blog hop! My lovely friend Lexie Bay has tagged me, so I get to answer some questions in regards to what I’ve got planned on the writing front in the next twelve (or so) months.

So, here I go!
If you could achieve anything with your writing in 2014, what would it be?

I think getting more stories accepted/published would be my main goal. I’d also like to try and get a story accepted in a magazine or on a website, or something to that tune. I’m also tentatively working on my first novella, so setting a big block of time aside to do just that is something I’m hoping to do quite soon.

And maybe try out something different? I quite admire what Kay Jaybee has done with her Jenny Kane persona (and K D Grace with Grace Marshall.), so maybe something in the romantic direction?

(Psst – keep it quiet, but I’m also trying my hand at a sci-fi story about time travelling…)
What are the top three demons you must slay to achieve your goals in 2014?

  1. Fear of branching out and trying to write about new things.
  2. Achieving some sort of balance in my life – one in which I don’t go mad trying to do everything at once.
  3.  Self-doubt/negativity. Speaks for itself.

Name three things that inspire you to write

  1. Random things I hear and see during the day.
  2. Random trains of thought, such as “what if…”
  3. Wanderlust.

What advice do you have for a new writer who is considering writing fiction?

Write whatever you want to write about, in the way only you can. Whichever genre or style you write in, you are not a lesser writer for writing in the genre you love.

And if you’re considering writing erotica, the above applies doubly.

 

Whew! I think just about everyone who could be tagged for this has been tagged, so I’m just going to leave this here. If you want to “be tagged” by me, leave a comment and I shall do just that.

Microfiction Challenge: Control

So, a couple of weeks ago, the lovely Blacksilk had an idea for a bit of a microfiction challenge. The provisos were that the story should fit on one side of a post-it note and there should be one keyword which your story starts with.

I didn’t start off my story with my keyword (because I’m an ass and I forgot to read the rules again) but I hope you enjoy it anyway. It’s transcribed below the picture, in case my writing is too hard to decipher.

Microfiction: Control (c) Jillian Boyd, 2014

Take me in your hands. Hold me, feel me. Press my every button, make me tremble, make me vibrate with the arousal of this game we play together. Our hands explore, our minds and bodies one and for this brief, ecstatic moment, I am more than just a pawn in your game. More than just your console controller.

58 words, which took me about three minutes to knock out. It’s definitely not a masterpiece, but I enjoyed scribbling down what came to mind. It was inspired by the fact that ILB was playing his Wii in our bedroom.

Natural, Naturally

The first time I noticed I was growing pubic hairs was while in the bath. I was rather young, and hadn’t any knowledge of the changes a body goes through yet (although I was told that when you get your first period, you suddenly evolve into Stage Three: A Woman.)

I thought it was a bit of dirt. Or a drifting hair from my head (and those of you who’ve seen me in real life can testify: I’ve got a lot of fucking hair on my head.) Either way, I wasn’t sure, so I reached out to the supposed bastion of knowledge that was my mother and asked what that thing on my down-there bits was (not like that, of course).

Now, I may not remember this correctly, but I swear to god, she laughed. She laughed and told me, cheerfully, that it was the first of many hairs to come, and that I’d now be growing hair in places. It was part of the progression to Stage Three: A Woman. Mum never had any qualms about telling me things like this, although being from the generation that she was from (born in the Fifties, growing up in Sixties working-class Belgium), her knowledge about sex and the changing body was limited to the bare bones of birds and bees.

But I digress, because this is a story about pubic hair, and to an extent about body hair.

So, now I had a pubic hair. And soon, I had a bunch of them, along with little growing hairs under my arms. I felt rather cool. It was like those hairs proved that I was on my way to adulthood. Never mind the fact that I was, like, ten years old and blooming early.

I had a bit of a time trying to figure out how to keep my hairs in my swimming costume when PE swim classes came around. Not to mention the palaver of the first time I shaved my armpits. That’s a … special moment, right there.

Although the hair on my armpits got shaved plenty of times, I have always been hesitant about shaving my pubic hair. I was (and am) rather fond of it, and don’t see any reason as to why I should get rid of it. I’ve got no problem with the occasional trim, but the few times I have shaved my mons and my pubic area were for very particular reasons – getting prepped for my gastric op or having my pussy cast for the Great Wall of Vagina for example.

There has been a revived conversation on the subject of female body hair as of late – with the likes of Cameron Diaz addressing the subject in her new Body Book amongst others. To that I say GOOD. It’s a subject that needs to be talked about.

As the fabulous Rubyyy Jones said in her discourse on the matter -

The trends of female body hair are fabulous, the discussion is important, and with each article and individual who brings light to this topic we move forward. I’d like to continue to help move the discussion forward too. We move forward because it seems we’re starting to get that it’s a choice. A personal choice. Over time it matters less and less to me what society believes, feel or wants. I got it. It’s a personal choice and my own opinion of me becomes the only one I consult when it comes to my body. This sounds like a no-brainer but when you’ve been programmed most of your life to believe you need to do, achieve, maintain something physically to be accepted as an individual, this becomes fundamental. It has been a very interesting transition indeed.

It’s a choice, indeed. And about a year ago, I made the choice myself – letting my underarm hair and pubic hair grow. I can’t say I’m embarrassed or ashamed about it. On the contrary, I love my pubic hair. It’s soft, it feels lovely to run your fingers through it and it’s a part of me. The same goes for my underarm hair (and the hairs on my legs for that matter).

It’s a choice I made. And I wish I could go back in time to tell my younger self, that self sitting in the bathtub at age 10 that it really isn’t as bad as she thinks it is. In fact, it’s not bad at all. Hair is hair. Whether you shave it off, trim it, keep it, fingercomb it while coming down from a brilliantly sexy session or whatever you choose to do with it. It’s your choice. And that’s really cool.

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Three Years Later…

On this date, three years ago, I wrote my very first post in this blog. Three years… three bloody years. To be honest, I thought this blog wasn’t going to last beyond three or four weeks. I’ve got the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to things like this, so I figured it wouldn’t take long before I’d be doing something else.

Yeah, whoops, no dice.

I’m still here. And not only am I still here, I am still absolutely loving this blogging lark. Mainly because it’s broken my world wide open. I was incredibly sheltered, having spent six years at a boarding school and three years after that at home,combating severe mental health problems (which aren’t really over and done with, but I’m coping.)

Not to mention the years before that. My world mainly revolved around escaping from being bullied and escaping from the never-ending arguments between my parents. My preferred escape was always words, whether written in books or spoken in films. I wrote them as well, in a million notebooks and a million Word files.

When I started blogging, it was like opening my eyes to a world beyond my own for the first time. I used my words to wake up and blossom. I still am, three years later, in a new city, in a new country and a new life. And you know what? Sometimes, it’s bloody scary.

But the rest of the time, it’s really freaking cool.

Like, I’m learning about things I never even knew existed. Not just by talking about sex and sexuality, but all the things surrounding that. Gender, censorship, porn culture, relationships, using the written word to fight the good fight, writing erotic fiction and doing it my way.

I’ve always been good at finding the exciting in the mundane. I’m always doing it with the power of words.

And guess what?

I ain’t quitting now.

So, knock knock, motherfuckers, and welcome to year four of Lady Laid Bare. It’s going to be sweet as balls.

God, I’m sorry if all that sounded a bit up myself and pretentious. I really just wanted to say thank you to all of you for reading this blog, or having read this blog, or if you’re planning to read this blog in the future. My door is always open.

And thank you to the lovely ones. You know who you are, and you’re all getting a big hug from me the next time I see you all.

A celebratory gif to end things with? Don’t mind if I do.

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Tantrums of A Tumescent Nature – Meg Philip’s Book Launch

Meg Philip is a very dirty lady. Seriously, I’ve known the woman for three years now, and every time I hear her read from her work, I am amazed at just how brilliantly dirty (and fucking funny) she is.

So, when she invited me to come to the launch of her new book, I bloody well said yes. In fact, not only did I say yes; I signed up to be one of the other authors reading at the event, because it’s Meg Philip and she’s awesome.

Meg had expertly set up the launch for her third book (Monique’s Tumescent Tantrums) in what’s just about the closest thing to my spiritual home; Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium in Hoxton. She’d even arranged for Hummingbird Bakery cupcakes, for which I’m ever so grateful because they were lush and I had about nine of them.

To be fair, though, I was bricking it just a tiny bit. On top of being tired and not having practised my excerpt, I also had an ILB with me who was in the process of getting very ill indeed. That he even managed to stay upright during the evening was a little miracle to me.

(He’s been in bed the rest of the weekend though, bless him. Lemsip and cuddles.)

So, with a hint of trepidation, we zigzagged through the evening commuters at Liverpool Street and made our way to Sh!.

Needless to say, I really needn’t have worried.

After milling about in the shop for a while, I went downstairs to find Molly Moore getting laced into her corset by Mr. Signs. Familiar faces, thank god. I can’t honestly remember the last time I’d seen either of them, so it was a lovely (if unfortunately too brief) catch-up.

We were joined by Zak Jane Keir, and chatted about authorly things, as one does when one’s with other authors. We talked about the importance Eroticon had taken on in the erotic writing community, and how it felt like there was something missing – beyond Eroticon, there aren’t that many opportunities for the community to socialize and learn from each other.

Rest assured, plans were made.

The night itself was excellently emcee’d by a chap called Elliot, who held his own brilliantly. First up reading was a new face, named La’Toya Sparkles (amazing name, that) reading from her debut novel (called Assariyah: Money Over Everything). She did brilliantly for her first reading, and I really hope to see her at more events (hopefully she brings her friends along again; they were in the first row and brilliantly enthusiastic).

Then it was my own turn. I was reading an excerpt from a yet-to-be-published story, which involved masturbation, chocolate and a mention of bin gunge that I swear nearly lost me my erotic author card.

I reckon I did quite alright though. People seemed to like my story, and I didn’t drop dead (although I thought I might, because I had no breath left at the end of my 5 minutes). I hope that story does eventually get published. Fingers crossed. (And yes, as is custom at Sh! readings, I was duly punished for going over my five minutes with a spank on the bottom).

Molly was next, reading from her story Love To Hate (from Alison Tyler’s Twisted: Bondage With An Edge) which I thought was rather amazing. We had a little moment together, earlier on, where we were both fretting about spelling mistakes in already submitted (and published) stories, which I think every writer has had at some point. But Molly needn’t have worried, because she aced it.

You’ll have to excuse me, because my memory gets a little hazy at that point. Bullet points away!

  • So many cupcakes.
  • Zak reading a very inspired excerpt about a very slow train ride that turns naughty.
  • Dragon King’s Daughter arriving with phasers set to stun (that outfit though).
  • DKD then going on to read a poem she clearly knew by heart and fucking killing it because she’s stupendously amazing.
  • K D Grace having everyone in fits of laughter with her excerpt from Fulfilling the Contract, the sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly.
  • I CAN’T BREATHE
  • Me actually uttering the words “I volunteer as Tribute” when Zak told Elliot that she would be delivering, not receiving the spanking.
  • Me getting said spanking.
  • ILB winning the rude joke contest and therefore winning a copy of Meg’s book.

And finally, our star of the night, Meg, reading a saucy excerpt from her book (and having the entire crowd in fits of laughter by doing a pitch-perfect, Yardie-accented bit of dirty talking).

As I said to ILB, while walking back to the station: “I think I needed that.”

He agreed. “We both needed that.”

And I think we both hope to have a lot more of “that” (sex writing community time)  in the months to come.

Thanks to Meg for letting me read (you absolute star), thanks to Sh! and Fink Unlimited for hosting the night and thanks to all the lovely people who showed up/read stories.

And, hey, this week I wrote about voicing it and reading to a public at the lovely Kay Jaybee’s blog.

 

Share Thursday – February 6th

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Lovers of long reads and sexuality, rejoice. I thought I’d add a little continuity to this blog, so welcome to the first (and hopefully not last) Share Thursday. The purpose of this lovely new thing is to share with you a couple of nice things I found on the internet in the past week or so, relating to anything from sex, sexuality, porn culture to my favourite blog posts.

Hopefully this’ll become at least a semi-regular thing, so you’ll get a hearty dose of smart and sexy reading (nearly) every Thursday.