Monday, August 15, 2011
I’ve known Kat LeXXXington since there was only one X in her name. We have a bit of history, some good, some incredible, some not so much. Either way once I found out she was writing erotica I had to beg her to grace my dark little corner of the internet. I asked her a few questions, most of which I knew the answers to, and asked her for an excerpt of an upcoming novel.
How long have you been writing?
Ever since those tortured days of high school, when repression of my true self was the only way to get through.
Was High School really that bad?
It had its ups and downs. (Winks) or maybe I should say ins and outs? It wasn’t all bad, but I couldn’t be myself. It wasn’t until I moved to the city (New York) and started bartending and modeling that I really came into my own.
You know the expression Write what you know?
I’m familiar, yes.
Well, it’s what I know. I am a very sexual woman who loves to express herself honestly. I’m a lot more like a man in my proclivity to fuck first and ask questions later. I’m always searching for that mind blowing orgasm, the dirty, raunchy sex leaves you gasping for breath and covered in sweat and come. I think foreplay should really be post play. That doesn’t mean I don’t like it, I do. I love it. I just like to fuck sometimes, you know? No touching, no feeling, no emotions other than lust. Just whip out your cock and let’s get busy. Other times I really like to touch and feel suck. I guess it depends on my mood. That’s how I write too. Sometimes I just get right into it, other times I am slow and more deliberate.
Are you traditionally published anywhere?
No, and I really don’t want to be. As with sex (and doesn’t it always come back to that?) I like to have all the control.
You’re not on twitter or facebook or any other social media. Why?
Laziness. (Laughs) If I join those things when will I write? I’m afraid to get wrapped up, but I know I have too soon.
Any last words?
Buy my books? You’re posting links, right?
Excerpt of Angel
By Kat LeXXXington
Sitting on the edge of the edge of her bed, legs splayed wide, Angel watched herself masturbating. One thin finger glistened with come as it ground over the hard pearl of her clit, the other hand pinned under the trembling muscles of her thigh as she worked the blue vibrator with increasing speed. Bright blue eyes shone wild with need as they watched the image in front of her. Seeing it like this Angel could almost remove herself out of the equation, coming as if by someone else’s hand. Tossing her head to the side Angel knocked the blonde curls from her face to keep her view unobstructed.
Her naked body moved, the smallish breasts swaying in the wake of heavy breaths, her stomach rolling as thin shoulders arched back to allow deeper penetration with the vibrator. Her nipples puckered, the rose colored flesh standing out bright against the tanned skin. She could feel the icy fingers caressing her spine as all the blood in her body pooled in her center and left the extremities tingling. Hips bucked, hands doubling their efforts as the first wave of the climax broke over her.
She twisted, moving one leg further out as Angel folded herself, the shadows of muscle becoming obvious under her tight stomach. She moved the hand away from her clit left a glistening trail up her belly to a supple breast. She pinched the hard nipple, tugging the pinkish knot as the promise of orgasm rolled through her. Bold tendons stood out under the strain of the climax as Angel struggled to pull in just one breath of cool air.
Full lips clamped shut in an attempt to keep the scream in her throat. Blonde hair plastered to her face. Bright eyes slammed shut and rolled back into her head as if she could more clearly see the image of her step-father in the wildly inappropriate fantasy that currently wormed through her hormone addles mind. She whimpered, someone inside her head calling out “Daddy…” in a delicate voice. She wanted his hand pinching her, smacking her, touching her.
She turned over as the wave of pleasure rolled over her body, the vibrator still plunging into her, her fist pounding into her as she worked the machine deeper and harder into the wetness. Angel clamped her legs closed around her arm and imagined it was her stepfather slamming into her, stretching her out and rubbing against her G-spot. Angel bit the covers and pushed her face deep into the softness of her mattress and screamed as loud as she could. She was so close, her body poised over the precipice, arms spread as she readied to dive into the rocks…
The doorbell echoed through the house, followed by the usual three knocks and Bill’s voice calling out “Morning everyone”.
The spell was broken. Angel cursed under her breath and glanced at the clock; 7:15. Fuck! It didn’t normally take her long to come, especially when she was thinking about Paul, her Stepfather. She had thought about him the first time she masturbated, and he had quickly become her go-to when she absolutely needed to get off. Angel even thought about Paul when she was having sex, if the guy wasn’t particularly good and she knew he couldn’t get her off.
Bill had ruined this mornings session, and she knew it would ruin her day. Maybe she could get one of the guys from the football team to throw her a quick fuck before school started.
“Maybe I should make Bill finish what he ruined.” Angel smiled to her reflection, knowing full well her chunky neighbor would gladly walk through hell and back for just such an opportunity.
The day had been hell. Besides her botched masturbation this morning she had been caught unawares of a test in Chemistry, got busted texting in Algebra, and had forgotten to do almost all of her homework for every other class. Even lunch had sucked. Her usual friends had volunteered last week to decorate for tonight’s dance, but since Angel had forgotten to sign up early she wasn’t allowed to go with them. She had to sit with the football players and cheerleaders, people she associated with but wouldn’t consider friends. At least Bill was there to lavish her with attention.
“What are you wearing tonight?” Bill was carrying her books as usual and trying not to seem too excited. Brown eyes shone with unrequited love, yet hinted at some grand gesture. Asking about her costume was the first question, asking her to accompany him to the dance would be the second.
The last bell of the day had finally rang and they were headed home, walking as usual despite both of them having their drivers licenses. It was just plain embarrassing, and something Angel wouldn’t have to do if Ben hadn’t cheated on her. Now she was stuck walking home in the Texas heat annoyed, horny, and sweaty.
“I don’t know.” Angel said after a few seconds consideration. “I’m not even sure I’m going.” She looked out across the parking lot and tried not to think of the mile long walk home. Heat mirages glimmered in the distance. How Bill was wearing a sweatshirt was beyond her.
“What do you mean? You have to go.” It would kill him if Angel stayed home; in addition to having a decade’s long crush on Angel he had spent the last year dieting and working out like a madman. He had hid his new physique from her thus far, and had a costume that promised to show off his hard work,. Bill was dying for her to see him in it, but if Angel stayed home it would ruin his unveiling.
“I don’t know.” Angel kicked a rock along the sidewalk. “Ever since Ben and I broke up I haven’t felt much like partying.”
Bill obviously prickled at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. “All the more reason for you to go out tonight.” He stopped walking and took her sleeve in his hand. Angel’s eyes moved up to meet his. “Listen to me; we just turned eighteen which means no curfew and we’ve wanted to go to this party since we were freshmen. You are coming tonight. End of discussion.” He let go of her sleeve and started walking again.
Angel would never admit it to Bill, but hearing him command her like that was really hot. The corners of her lips slowly rose. If he had smacked her ass after saying it she imagined they would skip the party all together and just maybe she would make him repay her for the lost orgasm this morning.
She wondered if that was really a line they could cross. They had known each other for ten years, playing together as kids and becoming best friends despite Bill’s in becoming more. Angel had always known about his crush, but it was just a childish thing, nothing serious. Or was it? Angel had never dared ask him about it because there might be answers to her questions she wasn’t prepared for.
Bill was good looking; little over six feet tall and broad as a barn with dark hair and brooding eyes. If only he wasn’t so chunky, Angel thought. She wondered again why he was wearing a sweatshirt in this heat but she didn't bother to ask. It made him look thinner, she had to admit, but wasn’t he dying in that thing?
“Alright. If it’s that important to you I’ll go.” She bumped him with her hip and smiled up at him. “I’ll need an outfit though.”
Angel wanted to be sexy and show off her body but all the stores in the mall were out of anything remotely cool. She didn’t want to go as some lame ass character; she didn't need to dress up. What she really wanted was to dress down, to find some sexy little number that would draw all the attention to her and possibly get her laid. She was thought maybe one of the places in the mall that catered to the Goth crows would have something, but she was sorely disappointed by their notion of “costumes”.
After describing what she was looking for to a sales girl with purple hair and plastic fangs Angel decided it might be better to stop shopping like a kid and go somewhere a little more adult.
Angel drove across town and parked her mother’s car in the back of the building. She walked past the door that informed anyone under the age of twenty-one to turn around. Signs like that didn't apply to eighteen-year-old girls, especially ones that look like Angel.
She walked into the empty store, noting that she was alone with the heavily tattooed woman behind the counter. Angel glanced at the piercings in her cheek, brow, and lips. Something about this woman never failed to excite her; the overtly sexual way she dressed and acted, the body that seemed built for sin, or the lascivious glances the tattooed woman threw her way. Regardless, it excited her. Angel smiled to her without making direct eye contact and began to hunt around
“Is there anything special your looking for?” The clerk walked around the counter and headed for Angel.
“Actually, yeah.” She turned to look the woman over; short dark hair stuck out at wild angles, eyes an incredible shade of gray that looked like wet slate. Her face was gorgeous in spite of the piercings, which Angel found somewhat alluring. She was short and thinly muscled, covered in tattoos that did little to steer the eye from large breasts barely contained in the cut off shirt she wore. Her flat stomach showed tight muscle and the low cut shorts were pulled down enough to let Angel know she kept herself shaved very smoothly.
Angel felt something stirring, a hot ball that melted inside her stomach. She looked the other woman over, noticing that she was suddenly feeling less bold than usual.
“OK, what can I help you find?” She giggled a little, aware of Angel’s interest in her.
“I was hoping to find something I could wear to a Halloween party.” Angel twirled her long blond hair between dainty fingers and smiled.
“I don’t have much that would be appropriate for a party, but I think I have a devil costume here you could try out.” She began to look through the racks.
“That’s funny.” Angel walked closer to the girl and picked up the scent of her shampoo. It was flowery and pretty. “My name’s Angel. I love the idea of going as a devil.”
“Actually…” the woman pulled out an angel costume. “I think this would be a better fit.” She held it up to Angel and smiled. “I prefer the literal.”
The white outfit consisted of very short white shorts, fishnet stockings, ankle high white boots, a small top that looked more like a bra than a shirt and came complete with fishnet arms and belly cover. Two, three foot long wings made out of synthetic feathers completed the outfit.
“Wow, that’s gorgeous.” Angel touched a finger to the wing and smiled over at the tattooed girl. “Do you think it will fit?”
“I'd like to find out.” She walked over and opened the dressing room door, holding it open and cocking her hip to the side. She let the costume hang off her finger as she looked over Angel’s body. “Let me know if you need any help in there. “
There was a naughty grin on the girls face that made the stainless jewelry shine like her eyes.
“You know, I think I just might.” Angel took the outfit from her and slipped into the small room. Angel made sure her breasts brushed against the other woman. “Wow.” Angel leaned forward and whispered in the older woman’s ear. “Those puppies really get in the way.”
“You have no idea.” She smiled and extended a heavily tattooed arm. “Call me Devlin.”
“That can’t really be your name.” Angel took the hand in hers and held it lightly for several seconds. She cast her crystalline blue eyes onto Devlin and smiled suspiciously.
“It is today.” Devlin leaned into the room and cupped Angel's chin, guiding her forward and gently pressing their lips together. Everything happened so quickly Angel didn’t even get a chance to taste the older woman. It was delicate and seductive but too short.
Devlin closed the door behind her and sauntered away, hips swaying and ass bouncing in the cut off’s.
It took Angel a long time to get her fingers and toes through the thin mesh of the fishnets. The end result proved to be worth all the work. The vinyl shorts exposed enough of her ass to be sexy but not excessive, the white looking fabulous over her tanned skin. The top was a little small. It pressed her breasts uncomfortably upwards where they pressed into her throat.
“Devlin?” Angel sang out anxiously as she opened the slotted door. “Can you help me, please?”
She came from half way across the room with a larger top already in her hands.
“Did I underestimate the size of those incredible tits?” Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, she played the stainless steel ball over her teeth.
“You did.” Angel put her hands on her hips to display the bursting cleavage. “I don’t mind showing them off, but I don’t think the nipples should be poking out the top.”
“I’ll admit I like the look.” Grey eyes glowed with interest as Devlin walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She began to work on the straining buttons. “But I suppose you need something you can actually wear.”
The last button couldn’t hold the strain by itself and popped free. Angel’s breasts bounced as they fell out of the tight white vinyl. She gasped a little in surprise. Devlin licked her lips and took one of Angel’s breasts into her hand, squeezing the supple flesh and gliding her fingers over the nipple. Angel’s hand went into her hair and guided Devlin’s head gently towards the puckering pink flesh.
Devlin’s tongue darted out and licked the naked breast playfully before the heat of her mouth closed over it. Angel sighed and pulled Devlin’s hair, pushing the smaller woman into the wall and lifted her head up. Their lips touched as gently as butterfly wings. Tongues slithered out to taste the sinful flesh. Angel bit the exposed metal of the lip ring, pulling it forcefully until it hurt, then relenting just enough.
There is more to come, but you’ll have to pay her for it. She promises this book will be out within a week or so.
She currently has two books up, One is chocked full of lesbian sex, the other is a semi-autobiographical tale about growing up and fucking her boyfriends much older cousin. Both are incredible and sexy and you should really read them.
Leave Kat a comment and let her know what you think.
Friday, August 12, 2011
HOLY SHIT! Let me tell you, faithful friends and readers, if I was capable of apologizing I would certainly do that right now. It’s been two fucking weeks since my last blog post. Alas, summer has been keeping Horrorwritingdaddy very busy. There was a lawnmower to rebuild, a garden to weed and water and till and harvest, as well as a hundred neighbors and friends who all waited until the very same fucking day to ask for help with a dozen different projects. I’ve rewired houses and fixed so many cars I could build a spare with the tired old parts I replaced. Add to that my own writing which is now boasting 21 books up for sale on KINDLE NOOK and SMASHWORDS. So yeah, I’ve been pretty fucking busy. I still managed to take my kids fishing, head down to the beach a few times, and hit a couple carnivals.
But that’s ok. I have a plan. I know your disappointed, pissed, and upset by my unusual lack of productivity. So I do the Mia Culpa dance and make a worthy offering for your favor once again.
For my newest and most long overdue guest post I bring you the Immense Talent of the very successful Jason McKinney. He is a published author of books on Zombies, and Werewolves, he is an accomplished comic book geek, and one hell of a guy. So enough of my palaver. Lets get this fucking bus rolling right off the highway and into the cliffs where the shadows are darker than the drivers soul and the monsters that skitter and claw over the rocks only want to hear you scream.
Horrorwritingdaddy is PROUD to present guest post # 13
Scarlett’s Undead Web
By Jason McKinney
Scarlett was a spider of no great importance that lived on an average farm in Kansas. The farm was one of many in central Kansas and like every other farm it had wheat fields and pigs, lots of pigs.
Though Scarlett hated pigs she loved the farm. However, thanks to the pigs’ slovenly nature there was always some delicious fly morsel trapped within her web. When this happened, without fail, Scarlett would skitter down her silk home to feast on the wayward fly, savoring its utter stupidity.
Flies were beneath her so she seldom ever felt sorry for them. Her pity when feeding was usually saved for the occasional butterfly that accidentally entangled itself with the silvery strands.
Scarlett rarely ate the butterflies. She would usually free them, but every so often she would eat one if she hadn’t had a bite in hours. Scarlett was a tenderhearted spider when it came to insects other than flies and grasshoppers, which were her second favorite meal.
It was a sunny day on the farm when Scarlett became fortunate enough for a grasshopper and a fly to become stuck one after another in her web. “Well, well, well,” she said, moving swiftly to where the two fought to get free. “My lucky day indeed!’
As Scarlett neared the two awaiting meals, she heard violent hissing coming from the fly. Hissing was near unheard of for flies. Normally they would cry, “Help me. Please, help me,” as she descended on them but this fly only emitted angry, grotesque snarling.
For the first time ever Scarlett paused before approaching the twisting food, watching, and listening to the fly flap its wings and growl viciously as it tried to get to the grasshopper.
Warily she eyed the fly. Its normally reflective eyes were dark red and pink and white froth flowed from its mouth. Never had Scarlett beheld behavior so violent in a fly. Her heart went out to the grasshopper and for the first time ever she found herself moving to release the insect.
“Oh shit,” moaned the grasshopper as she reached it. “Better you than him,” it said, turning to look at the fly.
“Oh shut up and lie still,” retorted Scarlett. She moved carefully along, freeing the grasshopper, taking care not to get too close to the fly.
All the while, as she devoured her webbing in order to set the grasshopper free, the fly became more enraged, spitting and twisting itself further into its prison.
“And you shut up as well,” she said, giving a sharp snap at it with her jaws. She pulled back quickly, shocked as the spider tried to attack her in return. The pinkish white froth was becoming redder, causing Scarlett to wonder, if anything, what she should do about the fly.
“Pissed off little shit eater,” the grasshopper said, rubbing its legs together to remove the rest of the webbing. The grasshopper looked at Scarlett, unsure of what was going to happen next and said, “Thanks, lady. My name’s Jerry and I appreciate you not eating me.”
“Would have been rude considering your predicament. Now,” Scarlett said, rubbing the tips of her front legs together. She paused to clear her throat then said, “I believe you should move along and never return to this area again. Next time, I might not be so accommodating.”
“Got that shit right,” said Jerry the Vulgar Grasshopper. “Thanks again, toots,” he chirped, hopping away.
“What a coarse little bug,” she said, turning to regard the trapped fly.
“What a coarse little bug,” she said, turning to regard the trapped fly.
Halfway through her turn a sharp pain ripped through one of her left legs. Angrily she looked down to discover the fly had rolled its web-covered carcass closer to her. Scarlett was shocked to see that it had spit its digestive fluids onto her leg, causing it to burn and boil as angrily as she felt.
“Rat loving vermin,” she hissed and without further thought or consideration she lunged at the fly, biting deep and drinking its life fluids.
The fly twisted and writhed beneath her as she fed. Its fluids tasted hot, almost burning her throat. She’d never experienced anything like it. It was close to painful, but she couldn’t pull away. The longer she sucked the life from it, the more addicted to it she became. It was both horrible and exhilarating at the same time.
Finally she finished and her head swirled with the taste of her meal. “Dear God,” she gasped. “That was frightful but filling.”
She shakily moved to the top of her web. Her head throbbed, her body shook and her mind was disoriented. “What was wrong with him,” she muttered, settling into her silken perch. “Shouldn’t have eaten him.” She stared at her ruined leg, which had now become useless. “Vermin filth.”
The sun began to set, but Scarlett couldn’t bring herself to spin a new web. “I’ll just lay here a while,” she groaned. Her voice didn’t sound like her own. It sounded raspy, more like a growl than the soft sweet tone she had come to appreciate. “I hope I didn’t catch what that ass juice slurping dipshit had.” Her words sounded like someone else’s, too though she knew they had come from her. Then, without warning, Scarlett fell asleep.
She awoke later that night, feeling stiff and ravenous. Aside from the moment of her birth, she had never felt so hungry. The time to feed was upon her and she was compelled to satiate it.
Scarlett opened her mouth to speak but what came out was a metal on metal sounding scream followed by yellowish pink foam bubbling from her mouth. “Good heavens,” she tried to say but only more shrieking poured forth. The hunger, oh how painful it was, began to crowd her every thought.
In the murky night below her web she heard crickets’ chirping. The sound made pain shoot through her abdomen. She descended to the ground faster than she ever had before and was rewarded with the discovery of a trio of crickets.
Leaping onto one she tore its thorax, leaving it twitching and moved onto the next one. The third was able to make it away but not to safety. Scarlett overtook it, cocooning it for later.
Returning to the first two she was outraged to see that they had scampered off. Scarlett let out another wail, this one filled with rage more than hunger. For her, the third would serve as food for the moment instead of later.
Scarlett wound her way back up to her web, dragging the terrified cricket behind her. She looked around, now unsatisfied with the web’s location before feasting.
The cricket wasn’t filling at all. In fact, she felt she needed more than any insect could offer. Not to say she would say no if an insect crossed her path, but she knew that no matter what type of insect crossed her path it wouldn’t be enough. No. Scarlett had developed different tastes.
She scurried from her web, moving as stealthily as she could when she became aware of the silence. The crickets had stopped their music and there were no other insect noises either.
She was most of the way across the dirt-covered farmyard when she began to here the screams. They were few at first but grew in number rapidly.
In the nighttime gloom she saw crickets, rollie pollies and grasshoppers running to and fro in terror. In the panicked insects midst were numerous crickets, most missing body parts, chasing and overtaking the living insects to feast on them.
“Run!” called out a grasshopper, hopping toward Scarlett. It was Jerry and his face was even more frightened than it had been earlier. “Lady, you did me a solid so…” he stopped short of Scarlett but not short enough to save him. Scarlett ate Jerry in record time but still the hunger churned within her.
Scarlett walked through the chaos, taking a nibble here and there as she neared the pigpen. She had a craving for pork and nothing else would do.
She spun her web, keeping an eye on the pigs as they watched the annihilation of the farms insect races.
One pig kept turning his head toward her though as she worked in famished feverishness. He would turn his head to look at her then look back at the mayhem. He did this many times before he collected the courage to approach her, and when he did there was no fear in his eyes.
“What are you doing,” the young pig asked, sitting on the ground.
“Building a home for myself. A spider needs a place to stay… and to eat.” Scarlett eyed him ravenously as he shuffled around for a better look at her web.
“My name is Wilhelm and your nest is really cool.” Wilhelm said, advancing to the edge of the web just out of Scarlett’s reach.
“Why thank you,” hissed Scarlett. “Why don’t you get a closer look?”
“Okay. Thank you.” Wilhelm said, walking closer. In the background the screams of the dead and dying insects faded as their undead counterparts consumed them. “It’s very cool,” he added excitedly.
“Welcome to my parlor,’ said the undead spider to the pig. Scarlett launched herself off her web, spraying web into Wilhelm’s eyes. He screamed in pain as the acidic fluid blinded him. He tried to flee, but Scarlett was on him, biting his back.
As the sun came up the next morning the farmer awoke to eerie silence. No rooster crowed, no horses neighed and no crows called out.
The farmer gathered himself together and went out to investigate. The air was still and no bug or bird stirred.
From the pigpen he heard nervous shuffling and weak fearful grunts. What he found terrified him beyond belief.
The pigs were gathered at the end, encircled by hissing bugs of all kinds. Grasshoppers, wood spiders, crickets, beetles, wasps with broken wings, flies and many others insects screamed furiously at the pigs and in the corner lay Wilhelm’s mangled partially devoured body. Above the pig’s body was a bloated spider that had spun a twisted web with the message, “Delicious Pig”.
The farmer froze where he stood, maybe it was because he didn’t know what move, if any, to make or maybe because he was aware of what was about to happen. The pig, even though it had been eaten alive and was obviously dead, twitched and moaned softly. “Huunnngryyy,” Wilhelm said, weakly.
Even though he wanted to, the farmer couldn’t run. Around him was a mass of insects larger than he had ever seen and to his ears, he swore that he heard them chirping, chanting the word meat.
Jason McKinney is a writer, storyteller and comic book collector. He lives in Madison, TN and is a busy husband and father of three. When he’s not writing or drowning in that week’s comic book releases, he can be found mowing the lawn or slaving away in the kitchen for his family. He has written a not so average zombie book titled Memoirs of the Walking Dead: A story from the zombies point of view, a werewolf apocalypse book titled Dog World and a series of juvenile fiction books titled Sheriff Teddy.
If you wish to find out more about Jason you can visit his blog at www.jasonmckinney.wordpress.com. You can also follow him on Twitter @jason_mckinney