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Posted by on Mar 14, 2012 in Erotic writing | 7 comments

In Vitro : Pregnancy

I love the way Emma looks right now, her body swollen and with the developing life inside.  I only wish that it could have been my seed that made her this way, instead I take every opportunity to fill her with my come, as if by some magic I can nourish the growth inside her.

The way I want her now feels different too, the dynamic has shifted, even when she’s lying on her back looking up at me as I press my cock into her she glows with new life.  Her hair spread out around her head could be a halo of fecundity.  She looks proud of herself, proud of her body, its the first time I’ve seen her like this and it makes me want to fuck her on an almost hourly basis.

Her belly, is a mountain compared to her slim pre-pregnant frame, it suits her though. I want to kiss it and fondle it, trace my fingers around its dome and let them fall away where she can no longer see, following the dark line that bisects the bottom half of it and leads me down to the glossy curls shading her cunt.

As my fingers tickle through the hair, finding the bald velvet skin above her clit, pressing back on its hood and down to the wet folds of her labia my tongue follows, kissing and licking down the baby globe to taste the new pregnant taste of her.

She’s so big now we only have a few positions we can use, she’s heavy and slow in her movements, replete and swaying as if to some slow Caribbean tune that only she can hear.

Today she is on her back, bottom to the edge of the bed.  I’m kneeling, face buried in her cunt and pushing her thighs back and wide with my hands.  Even her squirming is slower now, rocking and rolling over my tongue and fingers wetness coating my cheeks and my nose, I’m filled and covered with her juicy sweetness.  She’ll come soon, the noises she makes haven’t changed, grunting and mewling, sighing and whispering my name and how good it feels to have me lick and bite her.

As I stand to fuck her I smear her come over her belly, as if anointing it with the smear of her lust will somehow make-up for its lab borne inception.  Maybe this is why I fuck her with such urgency, to paint her insides with my come as if by filling her full of my seed some rogue swimmer will find a way through the tight ring of her cervix and magic a hint of me into the babe within.

I enter Emma slowly and feel my cock expand within her, she takes me in, tight, hot and welcoming, lying in her orgasm and smiling, one hand reaching for me and one on her belly. One, two, three long slow thrusts in and out of her are all I can wait for, I’m fucking her harder now, urgent and fierce.  She takes it, takes me, closing her eyes and puffing out small sighs of air with each of my strokes into her.  My legs feel weak now, I’m leaning forward over her, pushing her legs wider and more open, there’s so much Emma now, belly and baby and cunt all mixed up in my mind, I can feel the throbbing arrival of my orgasm as I close my eyes the last thing I see is her smile and hear her sighing “yes” the s soft and drawn out just as I yell my own affirmation into her, pushing deeper and deeper as the my essence pulses into her.  My love; this woman that gives me the use of her body to create a future for us, amazing Emma with her baby belly that I coat with sweat and come and tears.

Every time I fuck her is to impregnate her again.

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Ruby x

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Posted by on Mar 12, 2012 in Blog, News | 0 comments

Sad news: Republica Press to close

Sad news: Republica Press to close

Last Monday morning I had the sad confirmation of news I’d already heard elsewhere, my publishers, Republica Press, are closing at the end of March.  The news made Eroticon bitter sweet, especially when, during the Publishers’ Panel I had to precis the “paypal issue” which, as I understand things, was the final decider for Republica to close up shop.

I was recommended to Republica by Monocle and was amazed that they would want to publish the mixed bag of scenes and short stories from my blog into an anthology.  While I’ve not been their most profilic or profitable writer the very fact I knew I could send them my work without having to change the essence of my writing to “fit” was wonderful and liberating and I was always humbled to housed with such talented writers as Monocle, Remittance Girl and T. R. Verten, writers whose work I admire and whose words move me.

My two books with Republica will be available until the end of March, after that Anthology One will be no more, though some of the stories in it may well go on to live in different anthologies that I have in mind and Normal will continue to be on sale somehow and somewhere.

I’ll close by saying “Thank you” to Emma and Aarron, for giving my writing a home and for giving a writer confidence.  Thank you.

Ruby

 

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Ruby x

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Posted by on Mar 11, 2012 in Erotic writing | 4 comments

In Vitro

In Vitro

How long should we expect her to live?

It wasn’t the question you ever want to ask of a child, but she wasn’t a child yet, she was still a bundle of cells. How could I be so sure she was a she, call it women’s intuition.  Andy looked up from the microscope, his face tired, a frown prematurely marked on his face from squinting and concentrating at invisible life forms.

That’s an impossible question. There’s no doubt that there is an accelerated growth rate, we need to get her implanted as soon as possible.

Today?

Today.

What if?

My question trailed off, we’d been here before, there were no answers and no guarantees, we just had to go for it.  Andy shut his eyes and held out his arms to me, lab coats aren’t the most comforting of clothes but they absorb tears as well as any other.

Ready darling?

Ready.

I nodded and sniffed into his chest.

Can we?

Yes of course, if it makes you feel better.

He took my hand and led me to his office and the camp-bed that was laid out there for when he worked too late to come home to me.  He didn’t undress me, that would come later, instead we stood and kissed, his hands holding my face still as his lips collected my tears. As I clung onto his neck and kissed him back, my worry made me bite and hiccough at his mouth his hands dropped down and under my skirt. Dragging his nails up the backs of my thighs and pushing down my knickers, cupping between my legs and rubbing at me. Not exactly romantic but Andy knows me, knows what I need when; the roughness that can only come from years of intimacy, the tender urgency of the fuck that opens the space for heartache and disappointment to flow out.

This is how we fucked that Sunday afternoon. Held together by our common pain and hope, but our hearts separate, taking from each other selfishly; I came with my eyes closed rocking onto his cock, my hands pinning him down by his shoulders. He came fiercly, pushing his pelvis up, lifting me with him, grunting into my neck as he held my body against him his fist folded into my hair. There were no condoms, no worry about pregnancy, we’d long since finished expecting or hoping. Nature had let us down years ago, so as we shuddered on that camp bed, in a lab that smelt a little as all labs do. We knew we were barren, but our hopes were still pinned to my ability to host and nurture the cells that were waiting for us in the petri-dish.

….

Photo credit : Dee_gee via flickr

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Ruby x

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Posted by on Mar 8, 2012 in Blog | 7 comments

Eroticon from the inside out

On Saturday 3rd of March I put myself on the line, I opened the doors on ten months of hard work that had transformed a seed of an idea into a day long conference attended by my writing peers and leading figures in the erotic fiction and sex toy industries.

I’d trotted out the neat lines to press and interviewers about where the conference idea came from and why I thought it important.  I knew I’d done the work to get an absolutely awesome line up of speakers, interesting sponsors, a great venue but the great unknown was if the people that had handed over their hard earned cash to me would get it.  Would all that hard work come together and transform under the scrutiny of keen minds?

I had to hope so.

I trained as a dancer and in dance there is a point in every choreography where you have to give it to your peformers, as the creator you can’t do more, it is the performers that have to take the work forward and give it life together with the audience, in essence the dance has to spreads its wings and fly.

I’ve experienced the amazing transformation that is wrought in a peformance space, being moved to tears by the intangible twist of fate that gives your creative idea its own breath and life.  This is where I was at before the conference, I’d done as much as I could to the limits of my time and energy, all I had to do was give it to the people that were arriving to take part – speakers, sponsors and delegates.

And you know what?

You rocked it!

You made this amazing event.

I only got to go to the panel sessions I chaired, the perils of organising an event is that you don’t get to go to half of it.  I was in rooms negotiating with journalists, arguing with Fleet Street editors, finding everything from herbal tea bags to power cables for folk or at least pointing them in the direction of someone that could find them as I dashed off to check on something else.

It was an exhilerating day and I managed to get to make one of my dreams come true – I had a go at stand-up, well if you can call my prize draw comparing stand-up, its close enough for me.

I’ve been thinking about the day ever since and not just because I’m paying invoices and writing thank you emails.  I’m remembering conversations, mulling over ideas, worrying about details that could have been improved on and every now and again I catch myself grinning like an idiot thinking;

“I did something important that day”

I really think I did.  I took an idea and I gave it a frame to live in and I’m amazed and humbled by the way that every single person that was at Eroticon on Saturday has taken it to their hearts and owned their part of it.

Thank you for giving my idea life and taking it forward far beyond what I thought possible.

Thank you for getting it.

Ruby

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Ruby x

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