I’m just back from a trip to Thailand. While most of the time was spent in the rural north, I spent a couple of days with my brother who lives in the south with his Thai wife.
My brother thinks he knows what I write. He knows I write lesbian and heterosexual erotica and romance, but (to my knowledge) he’s never read anything I’ve written. But from these skeletal facts he feels perfectly qualified to make a raft of assumptions as to the content of my stories. When I said I was coming for a visit, he said, with a snigger, that Thailand would be the perfect place for me to research some stories. When prompted, he expanded his comment to talk about Bangkok’s sex shows, sex workers, and ladyboys and everything that is for sale.
Now sex shows, sex workers, and ladyboys are wonderful subjects for stories (and I’ve read some excellent ones) but he’s assuming that an erotic story must encapsulate the seamier side of sex, a power differential, a male-dominated world, where sex is a commodity, something to be taken instead of shared. He’s assuming that my stories reflect this brasher, more obvious side of sex.
The stories that turn me on aren’t about the misuse of the power gradient between two people, such as my brother imagines. They’re about a shared experience, equal enjoyment for all parties. I love stories that can place me in the experience, whatever that may be. Sure, I love exotic stories, set in faraway places, with big, bold characters, the rich and famous, those with unusual and dangerous careers, with a back story that places them above the ordinary. But my favourite stories are often set in everyday places, with characters I can relate to. Here, the beauty is in the telling, and these are the ones I find most enduring.
Many of my stories are about everyday people finding love and lust in their everyday life. Recently I’ve written about a tomato grower in Queensland, a mature lady falling in lust at a wine and cheese group, and a security guard and a card counter (well… maybe that one’s slightly out of the ordinary!)
Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 is out on 26 November 2014 also from Ladylit, with five more of my best and favourite erotic lesbian stories. Opposites attract in the Colorado Rockies, an unwitting voyeur has an eye-opening encounter on an Irish ferry, and love takes a lifetime to arrive in the poignant Glory B.
You can find details of Blue Woman Stories Volume 1 (http://www.ladylit.com/books/blue-woman-stories-volume-1-by-cheyenne-blue/ )and Blue Woman Stories Volume 2, (http://www.ladylit.com/books/blue-woman-stories-volume-2-by-cheyenne-blue/) over at Ladylit.
Cheyenne Blue’s erotic fiction has been included in over 90 erotic anthologies since 2000, including Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Sweat, Bossy, and Wild Girls, Wild Nights. She is the editor of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire (Ladylit). Under her own name she has written travel books and articles, and edited anthologies of local writing in Ireland. She has lived in the U.K., Ireland, Colorado, and Switzerland, but now writes, runs, makes bread and cheese, and drinks wine by the beach in Queensland, Australia. Check out her blog at www.cheyenneblue.com, on Twitter at IamCheyenneBlue and on Goodreads at https://www.goodreads.com/CheyenneBlue