I recently had an excellent blog on my own site (www.kayjaybee.me.uk) from the wonderful Kd Grace- It was so good I just HAD to share it with you.
So sit down comfortably and enjoy...
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Masturbation and Creativity
By K D Grace/Grace Marshall
As a novelist, who writes erotic romance, I’m proud to be a frequent masturbator, and I’m always a bit surprised that anyone could be ashamed of such a powerful creative force.
The ancient Egyptians believed masturbation was a creative act in its own right. In the Heliopolis creation myth, the god Amen rises from the primeval ocean, Nun, and masturbates the divine son and daughter into existence, and they populate the world. Even if I look at the Judeo/Christian myth in the first two chapters of Genesis, where God speaks the world into existence, I’m still looking at a solo act.
Eric Francis on Betty Dodson and Carlin Ross’s Sex Information Online site writes, ‘Masturbation is the most elemental form of sexuality, requiring only awareness and a body.
Awareness and a body. Masturbating the world into existence. It happens all the time. At the risk of offering too much information, my understanding of sex, my deepest understanding of my own sexuality, comes from awareness and my own body. That’s what I have to work with. My understanding of writing, my deepest understanding of the creative forces in me also comes from awareness and my own self.
I’m astounded that in a world where solitude and the meditative tradition is a part of almost every religious discipline, we shy away from the very concepts that could have well given birth to it, awareness and Body. There can be no awareness without a body. And how can we possibly understand the boundaries and the limits of either without the two rubbing up against each other. Our act of one-ness, our proto-sexuality, as Eric Francis calls it, I suggest is, by its boundary-exploring nature, also our proto-creativity.
Some quotes taken from my blog post: http://kdgrace.co.uk/blog/masturbation-and-creativity/
Blurb
for An Executive Decision:
Sex in the contract – it’s the only way super-focused, over-worked CEO, Ellison Thorne, is ever going to get laid. That’s what his retiring business partner and secret match-maker, Beverly Neumann, thinks. She’s convinced no-strings, stress-free sex in certain employee contracts would raise productivity and minimize stress — perfect for a busy executive like Ellis. But she’s joking, right?
Enter her hand-picked replacement, Dee Henning. Young, hungry, gifted, Dee is the queen of no time for sex. When negotiations on a major project break down, and Dee and Ellis end up in each other’s arms, the Executive Sex Clause suddenly becomes more than a joke. In fact hot executive sex just might be the ultimate secret weapon for success. But secrets seldom remain secret, and Dee and Ellis soon learn there’s no such thing as no-strings where the heart is concerned.
Excerpt from An
Executive Decision:
At last he pushed his chair back and looked
up at her. ‘Marston refused the proposal.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she said again.
‘Not that it was a huge surprise, but I
could have done nicely without him berating me for hiring someone incompetent
and irresponsible to take Beverly’s place. That didn’t exactly make my day.
What the hell happened?’
She felt the heat rising up her spine and
onto her ears. ‘I overslept.’ She forced the words out into the chilled room.
‘You overslept?’
‘Yes.’ She nodded imperceptibly, feeling
the scrutiny of his glare.
For a long moment he just stared at her.
She forced herself to meet his gaze and held her tongue, afraid if she tried to
say anything she’d burst into tears, and she despised women who cried.
‘That’s it, then? You overslept.’
She nodded again, swallowing hard.
‘Well that’s a relief.’ He leaned forward
in his chair and rose almost as though he were going to leap over the desk and
pounce. The tension in his body was palpable. ‘I was afraid you were lying on
the freeway somewhere in a pool of blood. I’m so relieved that it was nothing so
dire, and that you simply overslept.’ With each word, his voice grew louder
until he wasn’t exactly yelling, but neither was there any way she could miss
his message as each word drove her deeper into her chair until she felt as
trapped as if she had been tied there.
‘I’m sorry,’ she forced a whisper through
the roadblock in her throat, but the stinging behind her eyes warned that a
swift exit would be necessary if she were to avoid the flood.
‘Sorry? You’re sorry? Tally had to pick up
the slack. Do you have any idea how that looked? Just when I was starting to
make progress with Marston, just when the man was beginning to listen to
reason, you oversleep. You made Jamison’s deal seem all the sweeter, that’s
what you did. Now, tell me what the hell’s going on.’
'Pardon?’
He moved from behind his desk and paced the
carpet in front of her like a bull ready to charge. ‘You’re supposed to be
working to shore up the situation with Scribal. I told you up front that’s your
major concern at the moment, then not only do you oversleep and miss an
important meeting, but I find out you’ve been working on something else behind
my back.’ Before she could respond, he turned on her. ‘Is Trouvères what you’ve
been staying up half the night and missing meetings for? When I hired you, I
never thought you, of all people, would neglect your responsibilities.’
‘I’m not neglecting anything. If you would
just --’
He interrupted her. ‘Don’t think just
because I gave you this job, you suddenly know it all. I took a big risk hiring
you.’ He stopped pacing and rooted himself in front of her, close enough that
she had to strain her neck to look up at him. ‘You want to do something; you
bring it to me first. You’re not ready to make that kind of decision on your
own. You don’t have the experience it takes to…to… You’re not Beverly.’
His words were a hard slap, felt more than
heard above the roar in her ears. She wasn’t sure the ragged breathing her
brain finally registered in the chasm of silence that followed his tirade was
his or her own.
The phone rang into the charged atmosphere
and Ellis jerked it from its cradle in a strangle hold. ‘This had better be
good, Lynn. Wade? What the hell does he want? Can’t it wait? We’re not finished yet. I can what?’ He
heaved a sigh of resignation and slammed the receiver back down. ‘Wade wants to
see you right now. He says I can get back to you on this, and believe me, I
intend to.’ He nodded toward the door. ‘Well, go on, at least don’t keep him
waiting. Pick up the notes on the meeting from Sandra.’
She stood on trembling legs and turned to
go. As she reached for the door, he called to her. ‘Dee, I strongly suggest you
make no more attempts to prove Marston right about you.’
Still breathing like a freight train, Ellis
watched Dee disappear shutting the door behind her. He grabbed up the phone and
called his secretary. ‘Lynn, hold all my calls. I don’t want to be disturbed.
How long? Until I say otherwise, that’s how long.’ He slammed the receiver
down, snapped his laptop shut and stormed down the hall to the lounge.
He shoved his way out of his jacket and
tossed it across the wingback chair, then practically strangled himself in his
efforts to loosen his tie. From the coffee table he grabbed up the remote and
plunged the room into the wild raucous ride of the third movement of
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Then he dropped onto the sofa struggling to
breath, struggling to regain control, struggling to figure out what the hell
had just happened. All through the meeting, when Dee didn’t show up, he was
terrified that something horrible had happened, terrified that he would lose
Dee the same way he had lost Beverly. And the relief he felt at seeing her.
Jesus, the relief was like nothing he’s ever felt before.
If Lynn hadn’t called, if Wade hadn’t
demanded Dee’s presence … If Ellis had had one more second with her, he would
have yanked her up from the chair and fucked her senseless right there in the
middle of the day with all of Pneuma Inc just outside his door, fucked her as
though he might never get another chance, fucked her as though his life
depended on it, and that’s exactly how it felt. He wiped cold sweat from his
forehead and struggled to breathe. If he’d lost her, Jesus! He couldn’t even
bear the thought.
He jerked open his fly and sucked a harsh
breath as he released himself into his hand and began to tug on his cock like
the world was coming to an end. Christ, he couldn’t go on like this. It felt
like he was always either avoiding her or jerking off thinking about her. And fuck
if he wasn’t thinking about her all the time; the shape of her, the feel of
her, the sass of her. He’d never wanted anything so badly. And then … and then
she fucks up so royally that all he wanted to do was punish her, to turn her
over his knee for giving him such a scare, to … to … to fuck her until she
couldn’t walk.
The image flashed through his head, the
image of him bending her over his desk and shoving up her skirt, the image of
him ripping aside her panties, the image of him making her sorry she’d
overslept, the image of him making her sorry she’d made him feel all those
things, things he didn’t want to feel, the image of him dropping his trousers
and shoving his cock up into her very contrite, very wet slit and … That was
it. Before he could reach for his handkerchief, before he could even think
about making it to the bathroom, he convulsed his load out over the coffee
table to the driving piano crescendo hammering into his ears and to visions of
Dee Henning bent over his desk moaning and writhing beneath him.
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About
K D Grace/Grace Marshall
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.
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I like your blog it's cool I also write, but I'm still at the beginning, about erotic fiction through stories, poems and some quotes.
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