Monday, March 17, 2008

K is for Kinky

By Mathilde Madden

We're on K. And K is for Kinky. I don't know why they asked me to do this write up, I really don't.

Oh yes, it's because I have a story in the book. And I do, along with Lustie Shanna Germain and lots of special kinky Lust Bites pals like Emily Dubberley, Sakia Walker, Donna George Storey and Jeremy Edwards.

Plus the wonderful Alison Tyler herself, who appears in each alphabet book and here excels herself with hot knife action in Blades:

I like the challenge of working when there are people present. Security guards. Overly attentive shop girls. And other customers. Especially, other customers. Those housewives who trundle along after a new paring knife, one with a handle that won’t break off this time, thank you very much. The atrocious newlyweds exchanging a set of butter knives for a fancy blade that will cut through the slimy seaweed skin of homemade sushi.

“We’re making it ourselves,” they gush in saccharine-sweet voices, eyes on each other rather than the prices of the expensive weapons displayed before them.

But my eyes are focused on the razor-sharp edges that can do such damage in the hands of those less experienced, and even more damage in the hands of those who know what they’re doing. I like the high-end knives, often imported from Europe, with black handles made of heavy-duty rubber. Usually, these blades are trapped behind glass. You have to ask for permission to touch.

“That one,” I nod to the helpful pink-cheeked salesgirl. “The small one.”

I get wet as soon as the slick rubber meets the flesh of my palm. My thumb works up the edge slowly, to dance lightly over the ridge of the blade. It’s a tango between steel and flesh, and flesh, I know, will always lose.



My own story is a simple one. Nothing more than a heated conversation between a woman who's not in the mood tonight and a man who's keen for his weekly kinky fix:

He cocked his head and fixed his coyest expression. He lived for Wednesday nights. Work had been hell these last few months and he didn't think he could bear to trudge back into London without some kind of tension release. 'You don't have to do anything,' he said, very gently, 'I'll wait on you. Please.'

'I said "No".'

He swallowed and moved closer to the desk until he was near enough to rest his palms on the top. 'But why? You know you want to.'

She held his gaze. 'Don’t tell me what I want. You are really pushing your luck now.'

'Am I? What are you going to do about that?' He lifted one knee onto the desktop and lowered his gaze, deferent and needy and hard. Ready.

Her expression was unreadable. 'Oh do you take me for some kind of fool? I told you. Now leave.'

'Make me,' he hissed, hoping that this banging heart wasn't audible as he raised his other knee, and gingerly climbed up to kneel on her desk.

She fixed his gaze with flashing eyes as their faces drew level. 'No.'


So there are lots of kinks in the world. You want to tell me yours? Or try and guess mine? (Like that's hard.) One lucky commenter gets a copy of the book.

Mat x

20 comments:

Madelynne Ellis said...

Darn, I can't think what that could be Mat. It must be just as difficult to fathom as my own kink.

Great excerpts, ladies!

Olivia Knight said...

My kinks are obscure and transient, rather than these gloriously fixed obsessions that people have which leads to all that rich exact detail... Firstly, words alone are enough. They'll do the trick all on their own. Written, spoken, whatever. The disturbing thing is that they don't actually even have to be about sex - just interesting. So yes, I get aroused reading philosophy. When people say interesting things, I always want to kiss them - which is counterproductive because then they can't keep on talking, and which made attending university lectures a tad complex. (I was the one in the back row, chin leaning on her hands, sighing and looking with great big shiny eyes at the mouth that was making all those fascinating sounds. That sort of behaviour can get a girl into trouble, you know.)

What else? Umm... toes. I was assured that no party at Oxford is complete without a little recreational toe-sucking. I've since been disappointed by dozens of incomplete parties. But this isn't a toe-fetish as much as general polymorphous perversity (I suppose polymorphous peversity can hardly be specific) - toes are just another body part in a glorious gamut of body parts, except they get so left out. Bare feet cheer me up, too, and I like to stroke the inside of the instep. (Again, they get so neglected.)

Janine Ashbless said...

Goatee beards. Long hair.Intellect (like Olivia).

Are these kinks?

Olivia Knight said...

Little beards make me snigger. (It's so philosophy 101.) Bigger beards scratch. Soul patches look like someone's scalped a mouse and stapled the scalp to their lower lip.
THAT SAID half-shaven is quite shivery (the old 'too busy slaying monsters with my giant sword to weild a razor' look - mmm...) But this may just be a quirk.

When does a quirk become a kink?

kristina lloyd said...

When does a quirk become a kink?

Maybe when mainstream society disapproves of it.

(So I think you're quite safe with hair, beards and intellect, Janine!)

Nice excerpts.

Madeline Moore said...

Oh how I love the Erotic Alphabet series. But that's not news. Looks like K is a killer...good stuff, Mat.
And we're not even half-way through the alphabet yet. Lots more good stuff yet to come.
ps - my reuter is down so I'm not on my machine but this is Madeline Moore .

Janine Ashbless said...

Oh, little beards convey so much more than Philosophy 101.

But now I feel inferior that my quirks are not disapproved of by society. So I raise you ...

Minotaurs!

Janine Ashbless said...

Dammit - that link didn't work.
Try
little beard

Anne Tourney said...

You know, you could probably spin off an entire alphabet series about erotic kinks. Most of mine fall into the "canon" (if there is such a thing) of kinks that are fairly well known. I love being bitten. I love canes. I do like goatees, because they leave lots of prickly facial space to inflict stubble-burn on my skin.

One kink I've heard of recently, but haven't tried, is "figging," which apparently involves using peeled ginger root as an insertable sex toy. Doesn't really sound like my thing, though the culinary possibilities might be interesting. If anyone's tried that, I'd be curious to hear about it.

Oh, and yes, the intellectuals. Absolutely. The broodier and more mysterious, the better.

Alison Tyler said...

Kinky is really difficult to define. (As is "normal" and "quirky.") The definitions change based on the person making the decisions. Because whose edge are we talking about? In this book, I tried to let the authors decide.

Tiffany Twisted, which is one of my more straightforward chick-lit pieces (although the girl *is* in the boy's body and vice versa for most of the book), got turned down from Target because it was too kinky. And I was really, really careful on that one. I'm always surprised by what someone will consider a shade past quirky. (I believe a simple threesome scene pushed the buyer's buttons.)

Ultimately, I think kink is in the eye of the beholder. What's kinky to me may be an average Saturday night to Kristina Lloyd. While what's kinky to Sommer might make Olivia go screaming from the room. Right?

XXX,
AT

P.S. Oh, my gosh. Figging! There is a whole fucking site (probably many!) that deal with figging. Cate Robertson wrote a divine piece for one of my collections. (I'm hard pressed right now to remember which one.) I'll go look in my vegetable bin in a moment.

Olivia Knight said...

I sat down to pee in a bed of nettles once. Not on purpose. Nettles - ginger - chilli - I think I'll pass on that kind of sting for recreational pain (though I love the endorphin kick of eating hot chilli)... but biting? YUM. (It's a kink?)

Broody intellectuals on film are delightful, but in real life I fight back the irritated urge to yell "OH just get over yourself! Here's a t-shirt you'll like!".

Minotaurs, however, can be as broody as they like, and paw the ground menacingly. Janine, can I play in your minotaur pen?

Angell said...

Figuring out what's kinky is a tough call, especially around this blog. But I guess that my kink is bondage *but that's not a kink for some of you ladies*.

I love to be tied up and be at the mercy of my partner. Unfortunately , while my husband is into porn, and voyeurism, he's not into bondage, and the last two times we tried it, I had to tie myself up, and cuff myself to the railing. :S

A willing partner is a blessing ladies.

Janine Ashbless said...

As long as he helped you get out afterwards, Angell!

Kate Pearce said...

Kinky is not easy to define is it? Although these excerpts sound delicious. I want to know what the man is doing on the desk and what happens with the knife!
I think my thoughts are kinky...is that good enough?

Alison Tyler said...

No, she's still there, Janine.
She's typing with her toes!

XXX,
Alison

Jeremy Edwards said...

One of my favorite things about K is for Kinky was the way the collection began with a piece—"Sign Your Name"— in which the author (Saskia Walker) showed me something I'd never heard of or thought of before and made it instantly erotic and compelling.

Lucy Felthouse said...

I've never actually done it, but one of my favourite kinky fantasies is being fucked by several blokes at once with lots of others watching. I really get off on the idea of being watched!

limecello said...

I don't think I have any "kinks" that haven't been listed here... but generally when people think about kinky things toe sucking comes up - and... I have had that done to me. Love the "all about" t-shirt.

blackroze37 said...

not sure, since kinky is differnt for everyone, im dont think of anything i do as kinky, but i guess maybe to some would :)

Madeline said...

There's a lovely story in Nexus COnfessions Volume 2 called 'Figging the Brat' by Canadian Domme Justine, in which figging is beautifully described. Oh that Justine, she's such a caution!

The only kink I think is truly in a grey area is anal sex. Do strictly vanilla couples consider anal as 'vanilla' or 'taboo'?rzs