You Win Some, You Lose Some (But Then You Win More)
It is finally October.
*Breathes enormous sigh of relief.*
Alison Tyler got me these pencils from Carbon Crusader as a participation prize—with my own personal motto on them!
To be clear, September was probably the most brutal month I’ve had in years. I had a gazillion things going on (no, really, a gazillion), and I felt more challenged than the proverbial hamster on a wheel. See, I was a runner on a treadmill asked to juggle fireballs, kittens, and jello with one hand tied behind my back, wearing a blindfold and chewing gum while also singing Christmas carols. It was nuts! My day job went full-tilt chaos; I had so many events scheduled I turned insomniac again; I had a jury duty run that, to be honest, was extremely emotional and brought up some old “stuff” for me (fortunately, I was dismissed after two days); and on top of all that, I wasn’t getting my words in. I’m an extremely fast writer, but when you don’t have the time, you don’t have the words. I also try not to write when I haven’t been sleeping, because bad things happen—I get forgetful. Plot points disappear. Characters lose important traits. Dialogue gets painful. And on and on…I mean heck, even outside the writing, I was so tired I had two conversations with a friend in one day and completely forgot it was her birthday. OMG. I don’t do that, like, ever—I’m the Keeper of the Birthdays! (Fortunately, she’s not a big birthday person. She laughed the whole thing off and told me to get some sleep.)
So all stressful things aside, here’s the deal—I’m generally a super optimist. I admit, I struggled to hang on to that as the month continued, and I had to keep reminding myself what a certain family member of mine always says: “How do you eat the elephant, honey? One bite at a time.”
I would never eat the legendary Bertha, but you get the idea.
So I kept repeating that to myself…
One bite.
One bite.
One bite.
Come here, Bertha baby, you’re mine.
In truth, some of this figurative elephant eating was pretty kick-ass, and since there was so much goodness, I’m going to list it out for you:
♦ I got to join Rose Caraway in a bunch of readings for The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica. It needs to be said I love reading out loud, plus, I got to read my girl Tamsin Flowers’s delightful story, “POW! It’s Shibari Girl!” Great story, great events, AND, as it turns out, reading with Rose is better than ice cream with brownies and fudge sauce on top. It’s so much fucking fun! It doesn’t hurt that she and her fabulous husband, Big Daddy, are like the nicest, sweetest people on the planet, so every event I attended and participated in was fantastic!
♦ I hung out with other amazing people at all these events, too! Of course there was the lovely Malin James (whom I’m so close to I’m convinced she is my twin separated at birth), the sassy and delightful social media guru Eva Gantz, and the charming and sweet Sinclair Sexsmith. I had so many incredible conversations with each of them!
♦ Malin James and I went to one of Rose Caraway’s events as viewers, and we ended up having drinks with Rose, Big Daddy, and the legend that is Rachel Kramer Bussel. Guys, seriously—I had drinks with Rose, Big Daddy, Rachel KB, and Malin! Holy smokes!
♦ I finished my edits for Coming Together: Among the Stars, a sci-fi erotica anthology edited by Lynn Townsend and coming soon to benefit International Still’s Disease Foundation. I’ll have details on the book and my story, “The Joy Ride,” in the near future!
♦ I joined a randy group of wild writers for an upcoming anthology called Chemical (Se)X. Details forthcoming, but for now I’ll just say chocolate and sex.
♦ I got to support my graphic memoirist friend, MariNaomi, in the release of her new book in San Francisco! Mari is a personal friend and mentor in many ways, so I loved seeing her celebrate the release of her book. So proud!
♦ I celebrated my soon-to-arrive niecey #2 or nephew #1 (to be determined!) at a baby shower. (I love being an auntie.) 🙂
♦ I wrote several erotic poems inspired by the challenge Tamsin Flowers issued at our last Pillow Talk Secrets session. This was fun and fabulous; I got to stir up my poetry roots while getting in some smutty words in seriously short time increments—and I even started a page for it! This was the bulk of the writing I did all month. You know what? It wasn’t a ton, but it still felt like a win. And speaking of wins…
♦ I shared more fabulous moments with my Pillow Talk girls. Malin James and Tamsin Flowers are, quite simply, the loveliest. I’m a happy camper having the both of them in my life. (MUAH to you both!)
♦ And then there was the ginormous feat…I completely transferred my website to a self-hosted space. This involved a whole heck of a lot of design and setup work behind the scenes that could not have been possible without my awesome teacher, DomSigns. When his dreamy wife, Molly Moore, initially offered to help, I had no idea what I was in for—namely, a bevy of delightful Skype sessions that resulted in (a) me learning a ton and (b) us laughing a lot (mostly at naughty jokes). I can now proudly say that this site is damn near done and censorship free. There are a few other little things I have planned and/or need to fix, but holy torpedo, Batman, transfer complete!
So basically, despite all the chaos, I came out smiling. I may be ragged and tired, but I’m happy and have time again—which means I can get back to the book I had half-written before The Attack of September. Yeah!
Now, I just have one more thing to say:
October, baby—you’re my bitch.
XX,
Jade
The Final Day of the 7-Day Poem Challenge: “The Match”
Welcome back!
It’s here—the final day of my 7-Day Poem Challenge. This time, I went big. Today’s piece is a narrative poem called “The Match,” and since it’s on the long side, I’ll get right to it.
I hope you enjoy…
THE MATCH
by
Jade A. Waters
“There’s something about the sweat of a woman,” he says.
I’m not sure what to think.
I mean, I’m standing here
Naked
The steam so suffocating I’m remembering
How hard it can be to breathe through my once-broken nose.
Beads of sweat—
No,
Rivulets of sweat
Curl down my sides,
Curving under my breasts
Racing down the hard lines of my abs
Slowing when they hit the subtle rise of trimmed curls
He exposed
When he yanked my boy shorts down to my ankles just a minute ago.
“You think I’m kidding?”
“I don’t—”
I bite my lip.
That’s just it.
I don’t.
Then again, it’s hard to think with him breathing in my ear
No,
Panting.
His exhalations are still a little wild from
Our match not ten minutes before,
And when he licks the smooth line of my neck
I arch back in protest.
I always fight—
But just a little.
Danny grabs onto my hips.
The move is so sudden I jerk,
My breasts smashing against the punching bag.
(See, he didn’t leave me much leeway when he cuffed me
To the chains that hold this thing in place—
And I’d tell you I mind,
But I don’t.)
He digs his fingers into jutting bones,
Rubs his cock against my firm ass
Catches the lobe of my ear between his teeth
And groans when I squirm
Like I wanna fight.
Danny responds by slipping his fingers down,
Pinching my clit,
Sliding that cock right where he needs to be—
Where I need him to be—
And then he gasps again,
As if he’s surprised to find me so wet.
Every time we spar
I get like this.
I’ve been training far longer than him
So he doesn’t mind me pinning him on the mat
Straddling him with my aching thighs
Grinding my pussy against him
And shoving my elbow into his chest
When I whisper,
“I win. Again.”
He leisurely smiles.
I think that’s because the moment it’s over—
My victory, done—
I surrender.
I’ll let Danny take my wrists
Tie them somewhere
Anywhere, really
Like now, cuffed up to this heavy bag
That smells like my sweat and plastic.
“Well?” he asks.
“Well, what?”
The head of his cock is just inside the rim of my cunt
And he’s teasing me
Taunting me
Spurring me on even more
Than the fans chanting outside the ring during my matches.
Danny knows how much this gets me
So he thrusts slowly
Making me moan.
Fuck me.
He feels so good
That when he sinks deeper
I don’t even care that my mouth
Is on the bag
That my cries
Are falling from my lips louder than the bell
That signals my wins.
“Like that?” he says.
That is all guttural moan and a puff of air,
And to remind me how much I want it
He pumps again. Then once more.
“Fuck, yes, Danny.”
“Yeah? You surrender?”
“Yes!”
He drives in so deep
All I can think
Is that I’m sweaty
That he’s sweaty
That holy fuck
He feels so good.
He wraps his arms around the bag and me both
Closing me between two things I love
Biting at the side of my chin
As he fucks me
Hard
Fast
And sweaty like we like it.
It doesn’t take long
Of course—
Me cuffed up to that bag
Danny all the way inside me
The smell of sweat and lust
And so many fights
On the training mat
Surrounding us as we go
For this one more match
Before our shower.
But this time
We both win.
*
And there you have it! Seven straight days of poetry. To be honest, I had a ton of fun. I hope you did, too!
To celebrate this week of poetry, I’m launching a brand new page on my site! Please check it out right here—you’ll find all the poems I’ve written so far, completely free and in one place. I plan to add to it as I write more poems in time. 🙂
As for now…thank you so much for joining me on this erotic poetry adventure!
XX,
Jade
The Poem Challenge, Day 6: “Owned”
It’s been five straight days of erotic poetry, and now we’re back for Day 6!
For the last few days, I’ve been posting an erotic poem each day. The challenge was my personal extension of the one Tamsin Flowers suggested at our last Pillow Talk Secrets session, and I’ve been enjoying exploring my poetry roots here with you. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, too!
I’m trying really hard not to play favorites with my poems, but today’s is feeling dear to me for some reason. I’ve been all over the map with themes—please feel free to check out “Morning Desire,” “You and Only You,” “In the Dark,” “Like This” and “Her Bliss”—so who knows. It’s early…I still have one more to go!
But for now, here is “Owned”:
OWNED
by
Jade A. Waters
I tell you I own you
Then watch
The corners of your lips
Turn up in an eager smile.
You tremble slightly,
Breasts heaving
Belly fluttering,
And between your thighs is the sweetest sight,
Slick, silky moisture
Pooling
Waiting
Ensconcing my fingers as I slide them inside you.
Now you shudder,
Whimper,
Whisper cries of
More
Yes
Please.
You quiver around me as I follow the curves of your body
Inside
Until you moan for me.
Then and only then
Do I come to you,
Press every craving inch of me
To the heat
Pooling
Waiting
Embracing my cock as I push inside you.
I watch you shudder again.
You grip me
Tight
And now your cries
Are mine—
More
Yes
Please.
Teeth bared against the perfect flesh
Of your breast
Until I tremble
And fill you.
Because in truth,
My love
It is you who owns me.
*
All right…only one more day to go. I hope you’ll join me tomorrow for Day 7!
XX,
Jade
The Poem Challenge Day 5: “Her Bliss”
It’s Monday—time for another poem!
Today is Day 5 of the 7-Day Poem Challenge, and I think I’ll get right to it. (For those of you just tuning in, the reason I started this shebang can be found right here.)
I always feel like Mondays can be so cruel at times…so today I went for something soft and sweet (after yesterday’s super naughty piece). This one is called “Her Bliss,” and I hope you enjoy it.
HER BLISS
by
Jade A. Waters
A hand
Curves around her breast
Caressing soft skin,
Making her writhe beneath him
As he makes his way down
Down
Down,
Kisses all the way along her belly
Until he reaches her swollen clit,
Catches it between his lips
And tugs.
She opens for him
Legs widening in the sheets
Hands coiling in his hair
Whimpers filling the room
As he buries his tongue
Between her folds.
She is dancing against his face
Lifting her hips
For the passion that
He bestows on her,
His tongue lapping, licking, loving
As his fingers trace the silky ring of her pussy
And slip inside.
She heaves a new gasp,
Her body trembling in sweat
Her breasts rising and falling
Her breath whishing past her lips.
She is moaning
As he tends to her,
His mouth and fingers
Working in unison, working faster
Sending the ribbon of heat
Through her every limb, every pore
Until finally
She throws her hands over her face,
Moans the loudest, sweetest cry
And gives him everything he wanted—
Her bliss.
*
I think I’m ready for Monday now. 🙂
Enjoy the day, and I hope you’ll join me tomorrow for Day 6.
XX,
Jade
The Poem Challenge Day 4: “Like This”
Happy Sunday, everyone!
So, here we are on Day 4 of my 7-Day Poetry Challenge which stemmed from Tamsin Flowers’s fabulous idea for all of the Pillow Talk gals to write a poem, and today as promised I have another poem for you!
This one is a bit longer, and it’s quite naughty. Well, it’s naughty, sassy, and all sorts of fun, if you ask me.
But I’ll let you be the judge. 😉
Here is “Like This”…
LIKE THIS
by
Jade A. Waters
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Me, bent over the couch arm
Ass up and red from all the times
You spanked me
Both because you knew it made me wet
And because George was standing there,
Rooting you on.
But then it wasn’t supposed to be like this
All those other times, either—
You, cuffing me to the iron frame of our bed
And pushing my legs apart so he could see
The dripping well between my legs,
Or George, nudging me back in the shower
While you watched him thrust his fingers
Deep inside my cunt.
It is George, after all,
Good old pal from choir—Oh,
What if we let him come watch, honey?—George.
Yes, the idea made me blush
The idea made me wet
The idea made me come so hard when you whispered it over me
While we fucked,
That naturally, it ended up like this.
You crack your hand over my ass again
Drawing me back to the moment,
Making me roll my hips in desperate need
Rubbing my clit on the arm of the couch.
George has come up beside you;
I can tell because we’ve had him over so many times—
His breath is a little heavier than yours,
But never quite as fast.
“She really has the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen,” he groans
And I imagine how hard that makes your cock,
How bad you want to fuck me like this
Hell, how bad I need you to fuck me now, like this.
But in measured silence,
The both of you decide to touch me.
I’m losing my mind
As a whole bunch of fingers are spreading my legs wider
Dipping between my pussy lips
Pinching my clit
Shoving inside me
And making sure I’m good and wet
(As if that was some kind of concern).
Then you, sweet lover of mine
Take a minute to smack my ass a couple more times.
“Would you like to fuck her first this time, or should I?”
Your voice is almost sing-songy,
A perfect melody of promises
Fingers still filling me before another spank heats my ass,
And I swear, honey
It is unreal how loud I’m moaning right now,
Bucking against this couch arm.
I could come just with the two of you
Staring at my ass and beginning the
Negotiation like this.
George chimes in,
“Tough call. Maybe we should tease her a bit more?”
I have a second to wonder
If the two of you should start a duet,
Call it Dynamic Dicks or something,
But the thought, once again, is fleeting.
“Great idea, George. This is why we have you over.”
This definitely wasn’t what I expected,
The two of you now parting my cheeks,
Whipping a rush of anticipation up my spine.
I bite the couch upholstery to temper my cries.
It’s going to be a long, good night
Like this.
*
I hope you enjoyed this one!
Want to read more? Please read “Morning Desire,” “You and Only You,” and “In the Dark” from Days 1 through 3. You can also read my poem “Awake the Nymph” at Vanillerotica and “Power” and “Pink” over at The Erotic Woman. (Please be advised—TEW has NSFW images!)
Thanks so much for joining me for Day 4!
XX,
Jade
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