Jun 20

Mischa Eliot

TMI Tuesday: Shame

Here we go, when I divulge either too little or too much, or perhaps just enough? Stop by TMI Tuesday and get the questions, then answer them on your own blog.


1. Tell us a sexual thing/fantasy would you never want your friends to know you like or have done?

Well, I write a range of interesting scenarios. Some, I’d be thrilled to experience while others are way beyond my personal need to get off. I don’t feel shame for anything that I enjoy and no one should. Unless it’s against someone’s will, true non-consent, (and everyone is of legal age) then no one should be shamed for the things they enjoy.

2. Has anyone ever found an item of sexy underwear, a sex toy or perhaps a picture on your phone that embarrassed you?

No, my embarrassing photos are those selfies. That’s shameful. I tend to delete often, but every now and then, I miss a few. I don’t take those photos. Oh, and my avatar is me from a boudoir shoot about 7 years ago.

3. Do you have any fantasies you could never go through with because you think you would feel ashamed?

Being 40, perhaps I’ve worked through a lot of the things in my life that others haven’t yet. I don’t feel shameful about what turns me on. I think being an erotica author helps with that, too. I want everyone to have a positive experience. I want everyone to be fulfilled and happy and I want them to feel good about their choices.

4. Have you ever felt shame after a sexual experience?

Not in a very long time and I wasn’t ashamed for what I’d done, I was ashamed for going about things the way I did. Another experience, I was ashamed because I allowed someone to treat me that way. Shame can only be felt if you know you’re doing something wrong. So, if you’re in a monogamous relationship and you cheat, yes you should feel shameful. We are all flawed and there’s no way to get out of life without feeling some form of regret or shame at some point in life.

Bonus:  Share a recent non-sexual moment of shame.

I think my most shameful thing is that I haven’t fully spring-cleaned the house. But, I’ll get there, one day at a time.


This has been TMI Tuesday brought to you by the TMI Tuesday Blog! Hop over there to see what others answered about these truly intrusive questions. Don’t be shy! Just be yourself.

Jun 19

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Becoming

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I know, you waited all week for this, but it’s finally here! If you ever need an excuse to have a hot one-handed read and a second glass of something strong, today is that day. Enjoy!


Wet warmth down my skin, along sensitive spots, making me shudder. Twitch and twist, pressing against, pulling away. Too much, but wanting more. Bound and open, only capable of minimal resistance. Fingers caress and pinch along their path, inciting moans and begging with every touch.

Eyes widen, lips part, bargaining turns into babbling. Feathers emerge to tickle and tease, nipples harden and nerves sizzle. Marked with fingerprints and teeth marks, claimed as yours. My name whispered into my ear as our flesh presses together. Becoming one, a slow burning flame. Built into an inferno, a wild fire, a blazing star. Collapsing into each other, rupturing and spreading across the universe.


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Jun 15

Mischa Eliot

Adventures in Writing: Day Job Writing

If you’re new to this ‘writing thing’ and have a day job to pay your bills, you probably have no idea how to get in a little writing time when you’re supposed to be working. 

Disclaimer: No Slacking 

I am not giving you permission to slack off at work. If you have projects to do with deadlines, then I would suggest you focus on those first. You can still get in a little writing time here and there, even with deadlines. I am giving you permission to take a few minutes to doodle or jot down a few lines that popped into your head. I am giving you permission to take a break when you’re stuck, because focusing on something else when things aren’t connecting the way they should means you’re probably experiencing tunnel vision and can’t see passed it. Don’t lose your ability to pay for food and the bills (until you start making bank and have several emergency funds and so forth).

Lunch Break

I take my lunch break later in the day, usually around 2, depending. Sometimes it ends up being earlier, sometimes it ends up being later, but either way, I don’t eat on my lunch. I eat at my desk at noon and then on my actual 30-minute break, I write. If the day is beautiful, I shed a layer, grab my Asus and head outdoors. We do have seating outdoors, but you have to go through two locked doors to get there. So instead I sit in my vehicle, which is only through one locked door and not as long of a walk.

I also use my cell data as a mobile hotspot*. That way, I can’t get into trouble writing erotica on the work internet. Now, don’t think me an angel, I’ve broken that rule many times when it comes to writing – especially if I overhear something that I just have to put in my idea sheet.


*If you’re worried about data use – especially if you have a family plan with several people – I can tell you that I use just under 1 gig of data in a month. This is for 30 days, 30 minutes, 5 days a week. 


Cell Phone 

Speaking of cell phones, keep yours on you, if possible, all the time. Some places won’t allow cell phones in a meeting, but I take mine anyway and put it on silent. I keep it on vibrate at my desk. Yes, I take my phone to the restroom* with me. I’m one of those people who occasionally just needs a break away and will take a little longer in the restroom. It’s usually because I’m taking a few moments to write an idea or a comment on someone’s blog, or a reply comment here. I recommend pulling up the file or page you need before getting in there to save time.


*It’s also nice to have when people turn the light out, even though they know there’s someone else in the restroom with them. 


Scrap Paper 

If you’re in a meeting you don’t really need to pay attention to – say some kind of training class you took to burn some time, you can write notes on scrap paper, or a notepad. I recommend writing some notes regarding the training either intermingled with the story notes or on a piece above the story notes. If someone just glances, they might see the story notes, but unless it’s something explicit (ahem, don’t make them explicit) they’ll probably not concern themselves with whatever you’re writing.

Warnings 

First off, if the company you work for literally tracks people down for misuse of company-owned tech, don’t do this.

Second, if you get caught, own up to it, be honest. You don’t have to tell all the nitty gritty details, just say you were typing up a personal reminder note before you forgot.

Third, befriend your IT department if you can. Don’t be mean to them because they can make your work life hellacious if they choose to do so. If you’re cool with them, they might say ‘hey, stop looking at that porn at work or we’ll have to report it.’

Jun 14

Mischa Eliot

Wicked Wednesday: Backseat Buddies

Oh welcome to Wicked Wednesday and what a wicked day it is! I seem to be stuck on guys loving guys, which is never a bad thing because, hello, it can be just as hot as girls kissing girls. Enjoy Curtis and Lee as they fight for the right to be on top.


Confiscated from Pinterest

The vinyl creaked as I shifted. I knew that Lee would show, he was just running late. Breathing deep into my belly was supposed to help me relax when my anxiety got the best of me. I closed my eyes, trying to let the thoughts slide right through without giving them much notice.

I almost hit my head on the roof of the old Chevy when Lee knocked on the window. He backed away and I forced the door open. It had been two weeks since we’d had the chance to sneak out again. “You made it.” I tried sounding happy, but didn’t quite get there. Inside, my heart was going 180 and my cock started to harden.

Lee grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. “Yes, I made it. Now move over. I want to feel you.” He followed me in, still touching me, kissing me, as I slid over.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Why do we keep doing this? You have a wife.” Guilt wracked me. My stomach twisted. My cock ached.

“My wife is fine with it. I told you that. As long as no one else knows, it’s all good. She has her friends and I,” Lee kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, “I have you.”

“Would it be too much for her to tell me herself sometime?” I needed this hole in my chest to go away. Lee filled it when we were together, until the guilt kicked in.

“We’re having a cookout this Saturday. Come over. Bring some beer or a side dish. You can speak with her and get what you need so I can get what I want. Okay?” Lee’s hands unbutton and unzipped my pants, freeing my length from its prison.

Vinyl groaned beneath our weight as I shifted when his lips wrapped around me. I reached for him when I came back to my senses. I found his nipple and twisted just enough to make him hum while my cock was down his throat.

My head lulled back and a flash of light as a car turned the corner illuminated our initials carved into the ceiling. The soft interior had long ago been taken by animals for their nests. The car used to be Lee’s. We’d hidden it, unable to get rid of it. It held so many memories, so many times we fucked, kissed, even fought. I pinched his nipple hard and held it tight.

“My turn, Lee.” I almost shot down his throat when he groaned his disappointment and pulled himself off.

“I haven’t gotten enough.” He laid back anyway and allowed me to undo his pants so that I could get a taste of him before we figured out who would be bottom tonight.


We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy.


“We should have a fishing weekend and get our fill of fucking and sucking.” I dove onto his cock like it was the last time I’d get to suck him. Lee squirmed beneath me, grinding his hips into my face. He had always been unable to hold himself still.

“Yeah, yeah we can do that.” The sound he made as he tried to get his words out caused my heart to skip a beat.

Grabbing his balls, I squeezed them until he cried out, protesting that it was too much. Pulling back, I started to yank his pants down as he struggled beneath me. “Who will win tonight?” I got the waistband of his pants down to his thighs before he shoved me back towards the other door.

“Me, I will win tonight.” He dove on top of me, kissing me as a distraction while trying to get a hold on my pants. When he did, they came off too fast for me to stop him. He always wore tighter jeans than I did. “Haha, this is going to be good.”

He held tight to me as I tried to force him back to the other side, but once he got a certain grip, he rolled me over like a sack of potatoes. Lee held me pinned. “You’re mine, Curtis.”

I writhed beneath him, trying to buck him off, but he held on. I laid there beneath him, panting, exhausted. I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to fuck him, but the day had been long and hard and I’d used up the last of my energy.

Foil crinkled and a few moments later I felt him pushing his way inside. I pushed back against him, wanting him deep as fast as he could go. We both groaned when our bodies met and he started fucking me like a wild animal. I dug my fingers into the old seat, wanting to come. I didn’t even realize I was begging him to get me off until I heard my voice over the blood rushing through my ears.

Grabbing me by the hips, Lee forced me to sit on him. “Let’s jerk you off together.” We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy. The springs in the seat screamed in protest as I covered it in new streamers of jizz.

That’s when I saw his wife, Vicky, sitting in the front seat of the car. The front of the car was so buried in the trees and brush that it was almost perfect darkness. I hadn’t seen her there earlier when I was waiting. The windows were down and, while the car was well concealed, it wasn’t difficult to slip in through one of the giant windows.

“Fuck you two are hot.” She wore a dark sundress and her hand moved between her thighs under the skirt. “Curtis, would you mind coming over one night and fucking my husband in front of me? The kids are going to camp next week. Perhaps you could make some time for us?”

Lee who hadn’t noticed his wife, who hadn’t heard her over the squeaks of the seat springs or my moans, let out a long, low moan as he filled the condom. He panted and pulled me back against him, kissing the side of my neck. That’s when he noticed her sitting there.

“Oh, hey babe. I didn’t think you’d show.” A snicker escaped him and he hugged me close. “I told you she didn’t mind.”

A car turned the corner and a flash of light entered the car. My eyes widened when I saw that I’d covered his wife in sticky strings of jizz, but she just licked her lips and smiled.


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