Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Guest post - Tabitha Rayne is Taking Flight

Falling into Fantasy

Boy, am I excited to be here. Janine has let me come over today to talk about my new erotic book. But before then, I though I'd have a little chat about fantasy and the erotic. I barely read fantasy or sci-fi unless it is under the erotica umbrella. There's something about the erotic imagination that, for me, lends a heightened reality to these stories. Perhaps it is because when you are falling into your own sexual fantasies, it is the one time in your day when your mind has to utterly let go, that you imagine and fantasise about anything. The suspension of disbelief is not just easy, it's necessary. Especially if you're by yourself! So this makes me think that by connecting your imagination with your sexual experience, perhaps you open up a portal of belief. If I feel turned on by cyborgs coming to carry me away in their big strong electronic arms, or some sort of ethereal light-being coaxing my orgasm through my very skin, then perhaps it is this arousal that makes the story feel real.

I wonder if anyone gets what I'm on about, or indeed can translate it into something coherent. Janine? ;) I guess what I'm trying to say is, in the erotic fantasy – anything is possible – your imagination can truly soar.

So my mind is really pretty easy to get onside... if it's sexy, I'll believe it!

My new erotic fantasy, Taking Flight is set in a not-too-distant future where men are dying out from atmospheric toxins. I thought I'd share this snippet where my leading lady has finally voiced her desire to be tied up. It is quite different from what she was expecting...

Anyone could find her here—bandits, guards… She tried to rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust, euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.

A sharp crack snapped her back to the reality of her situation again; someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the scent on the barely breathing breeze. Human.

Shuddering, she could feel her body expand to a vast canvass of nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured. There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head: as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little, shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet treasure with the voyeur.

A rustle in the leaves signaled approval and Deborah ventured a twist of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance, throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have, but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive. She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually. And she felt like she was on the brink of both.

Her exposed pussy welled and pouted, and the muscles inside fluttered and beckoned the watcher close. Lactic acid built in her arms and legs as she tried to hold herself in the tortuous pose. It was sharp and exhausting, but she kept her limbs in the air, shaking as she tired, but determined to keep up the view of her wanton sex. She was so open now, and so wet. Desire poured from her, streaming from her juicy cunt down onto the rosebud of her ass, then her thighs. She was so lost in the sensations of her pussy, she felt she was her pussy. She left the physical restraint of her own flesh and traveled to the peaking center of her body. All her emotion and feeling focused at the one point she knew so well. Her clit swelled and throbbed and she rode it hard with her virtual body, thrashing and humping, getting soaked in her own desire. Her pussy gaped with arousal and she filled it, stretching and fucking herself until there was only this point. Everything stilled and ceased to exist. She hung in the void for what could have been an eternity—or a flash—then she crashed out, coming and climaxing and spasming.

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance
Price: $4.99

Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.

Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.

Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.

It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.

When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.

Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?

I hope that whetted your appetite for more saucy forest shenanigans :D Thank you so much for letting me loose Janine x x


Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.

Her short stories are included in anthologies from Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Burning Books Press and House of Erotica. Her novella, Mia's Books won a Reader's Choice Award with TwoLips reviews. Taking Flight is the second book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.

Tabitha also has a passion for art and takes great pleasure in painting nude ladies.
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Janine Ashbless said...

Tabitha, it's a pleasure to have you here!
First, can I say that your new book cover is just gorgeous! The cover for A Clockwork Butterfly has been a big fave of mine since it came out, so you are very lucky with your cover artists!

I do read non-erotic fantasy myself, but I get where you are coming from. My earliest sexual fantasies, the ones that fed into my short stories and early novels, were all given "other-worldly" settings because I found it hard to hard to connect such transcendent life-changing pleasure to the mundane world. So maybe I come at it from the opposite side to you: you "open a portal of belief" from sex to fantasy - whereas I opened one from fantasy to sex!

Wishing you and your lovely, thrilling books every success!

Tabitha Rayne said...

Thanks again for having me Janine x

Ooo, interesting about you writing from that way round - I love "transcendent life-changing pleasure" - what a lovely and true phrase.

I'm trying to think - my early reading was fantasy ... I was addicted to Terry Pratchett as I guess most teens are but I didn't find it sexy at all :D
However, I do remember feeling rather flushed over Mr Tumnus from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe quite early on!

Sexual spiritual transcendence is a HUGE fascination for me in my writing. After all - it is a very odd thing to do, isn't it... you know... come? x x x

Tabitha Rayne said...

Ooo and yes, I'm *extremely* lucky with my cover art - the artist always seems to get what I'm on about with my reams of notes - and turns it from chaos into beauty x x Fantasia Frog designs did this one.

Janine Ashbless said...

Mr Tumnus? You must have loved James McAvoy in the role!

I had such a crush on the Rider from "The Dark is Rising" when I was, um ... small :-)

Jo said...

Funny, the other day we watched the XMen prequel, and my daughter said James McAvoy looked familiar. I said, that's cos he's Mr.Tumnus! And she got confused, said, 'Is he really??' or something like that. I had to laugh. He kind of is, though, isn't he? :)

Janine Ashbless said...

He is SO cute as Mr T.

Sadly, a friend pointed out to me that he looks like a younger David Cameron, and I went to see the new X-Men movie and OMG I COULDN'T STOP SEEING IT!!