Feb 112012
 

I bite my lip. It feels good.

Little nibbles. Soft nibbles. Just every now and then. When I’m nervous; when I’m concentrating; when I’m bored.

No harm, right? No real damage. It’ll heal.

It’s natural. Other people do it. I’ve seen them.

It just feels so nice. So comforting. Sort of like a socially acceptable thumb sucking.

I should probably stop. It can’t be good for me. Can’t be good for the skin.

But it feels so nice. So good.

So I keep biting.

Until it hurts. Until it bleeds.

Sharp pain. Dull throbbing.

So good. So relaxing. So comforting.

I can’t stop.

It hurts so much now. I must stop; must let it heal. If I stop biting now, it’ll heal more quickly. The damage isn’t too deep yet.

But now it hurts when I stop. A throbbing pain that only goes away when I bite down. So I do. Just lightly. Just enough to stop it hurting.

Then harder.

It hurts so much and feels so good.

I can’t stop. It feels too good.

I’m never going to be able to stop.

I try wearing lip gloss. I try chewing gum. But it doesn’t help. It’s there, always there. How can I resist a temptation that is always right there? So innocently, so conveniently, always just there?

Sleep. The only way I can resist is to be asleep.

The next morning my lip is swollen and painful.

I’m good all day. I resist.

The swelling has gone down by the evening. I’m exhausted after a long day. I sit at my computer. Alone at last. Free time at last.

Just one bite?

Just one, tiny, nibble.

Just one, okay? I promise it’ll just be one. Continue reading »

Oct 262011
 

Fuck, he turns me on. I just had to stop what I was doing to write this. I know I should be working, I know I have deadlines that are already passed, I know I’ll be in big trouble if I’m caught doing anything on my computer other than what I should be doing.

But it’s much stronger than me.

I’ve just been talking to him. Well, not really talking, but chatting online. Oh, I wish I had the nerve to suggest we chat by phone. Or Skype. Oh, yes! Then I could see his eyes again. In my mind, every day, I try desperately to recall those eyes. The way he looked at me. Something about his stare was incredible. He seemed to be laughing at me, as if he knew full well I’d find him impossible to resist, that we’d talk innocently for weeks, probably months, but eventually, he would have me.

Yeah, right! I know I’m reading far, far too much into it. Eyes cannot say that much. Or, maybe they can, but I doubt his were. At least not to me. Why would he find me interesting? We’re not even into the same things sexually, as far as I can tell.

But I can’t stop thinking about him. I say his name in my head over and over again throughout the day when I should be concentrating on other things. He has invaded me. Does he know that he already has me? Our conversations are pleasantly friendly, almost professional, very polite. But if he knocked on my door right now we’d be having sex ten minutes later. At least if he let me, we would. Continue reading »

Oct 052011
 

Force Fantasy Role Play I with poor, innocent Stephanie has ended. All she wanted was to buy a book about blow jobs, but her trip to the bookstore taught her far more than how to give head.

Now it’s time to meet Andrea in Force Fantasy Role Play II. I have a feeling that something deliciously depraved is about to happen to her…

Guidelines for participation in the story:

Anyone can join in. Just start typing! Please read the previous posts before adding yours, to be sure that your character interacts realistically with those already in the story.

There are no limits to what your character may do, or do to the others in the story, as long as it is humanly possible. All sexual kinks, fantasies and fetishes are allowed. However, no character will be (or pretend to be) under the age of 18. No animals.

Only write what your character does, thinks and feels; do not say how the person you are interacting with reacts.

Please use the comment box, rather than clicking on reply.

If you have any questions, feel free to use the form on the Contact page or email me at Charlotte(at)ForceFantasy(dot)com.

Click here to read the story so far.

Have fun!

EDIT: I have discontinued the role play story. It wasn’t working in the way I had hoped. I’ll leave up what has already been written and may, in the future, continue it by myself as a serial story. I’d still love to do an online role play like this, but only if several more people show an interest in participating. Send me a message if you’re interested!

Oct 032011
 

My room at the Flamingo Hotel, Las Vegas

A couple of weeks ago, I flew out to Las Vegas for the Erotic Authors Association inaugural conference. It was inspirational and a little intimidating to be there among such well known and successful authors and publishers. I met some fascinating people and learned a great deal.

The two days of classes, panels, readings and activities were extremely well organized and included enticing topics such as Directed Erotic Visualization; Using Your Sex Life as Story Fodder; Sexy, Sexy Grammar and Hands on Kink. The difficulty was having to choose between the various panels, classes and workshops as I really wanted to do them all.

Many members who attended have written excellent articles and blog posts about the conference (partial list here). I will focus on what happened during just two of the classes I attended. And then what happened in my hotel room.

The following is all completely true.

Some of it.

My favorite workshops were Hands on Kink and Directed Erotic Visualization. What happened as a result of these workshops has stayed with me, and you’ll see why.

The Directed Erotic Visualization was fascinating. Essemoh Teepee explained to us that it is possible to be so relaxed, so comfortable, so in tune with our body and how it feels, that we are able to experience an orgasm – an extremely strong orgasm – while listening to his voice as he guides us through a story. I was rather skeptical. Actually, I was very skeptical. I can get excited and turned on very easily with the right stimuli, but I very much doubted that I could really climax just by thinking about it.

But I was curious, so I participated fully as he led us through a few simple relaxation techniques. My eyes were closed, my head was bowed, and I listened to his voice as he asked us all to think back to an exceptionally strong and incredibly wonderful sexual memory. An orgasm that was so good, so delicious, we will never forget it.

I could easily see the man in my memory. I smiled to myself as I began to feel very warm and pleasant inside. Essemoh’s voice continued and I began to remember more and more clearly how I had felt with this man, how his body looked, smelled and tasted; how he made me feel. Essemoh explained that he would count down to one and when he got there, we would orgasm.

“So, did you come?” Continue reading »

Apr 282011
 

I am excited to announce that Party Games is now available at each of the following websites:

United States:

UK:

Germany:

Clicking on the links should take you straight to the page where the book is sold. Thanks once again to all those who have bought the book already (it is currently Sizzler Editions’ #1 best seller!) I really hope you enjoyed reading it. I love feedback so feel free to leave comments or a review!

 

Apr 102011
 

I would like to give a huge thank you to everyone who has already bought Party Games; it was last week’s best seller at Renaissance E Books – Sizzler Editions!

For those who like to taste a little before sitting down to enjoy the whole meal, here is an excerpt that I hope will whet the appetite:

I felt a hand slide around my tummy and begin to move slowly down toward my panties. My pulse quickened. If I didn’t react, in just a few moments a complete stranger would be touching my pussy. I didn’t know what to do. How could I stop him without bringing the whole game to an end for me? My head was whirling; my mind trying to stay in control and my body just wanting to let go and give in.

The hand continued to advance slowly, slowly. Maybe he would simply touch me over my panties… But I felt his fingers glide under my satin underwear. I will never know if they did it on purpose, but at the exact same moment as Miranda roughly pinched and twisted one of my nipples, the man suddenly slid two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I gasped and moaned loudly, the almost-pain shot through me from my nipple and collided with the incredible pleasure darting from between my legs. Continue reading »

Apr 022011
 

Party games has been published and is available from Renaissance E Books – Sizzler Editions.

I am so excited and thrilled! The story is about a young woman who, hoping to impress her new boyfriend, agrees to attend a party with him despite her reservations about the mysterious ‘party games’. Seduced by the beautiful Miranda’s soft and sensual touches, she cannot resist when Simon, the striking party host, decides to join in and she finds herself doing things she had never even dreamed of before. But when she makes a mistake and breaks the rules, she quickly finds out that the game is not nearly as simple as she had been led to believe…

There is more information on the Renaissance E Books – Sizzler Editions website, plus a special discount available for newly released eBooks. Check it out and let me know what you think!

Mar 182011
 

A Flasher is a short story of 200 words or less. This one was inspired by an experience I had when I was nineteen and was staying with a friend for a few nights. Each night, I heard her brother come into the bedroom where I was sleeping but he never tried to touch me. I found it very sexy.

Fatal Tease
by Charlotte Gatto

I stand in the shadows, watching her sleep. She has kicked off the bed sheets and my eyes feast on her perfect and very naked body.

She stirs and I tense, ready to withdraw, but she simply sighs in her sleep and turns over. I sigh too.

I dare not move closer although I want to so badly. I want to touch, kiss, penetrate…

Such sweet torture, to return each night and see what I can never have.

***

The soft click of the door wakes me.

I feign sleep.

Such fun to tease the poor man. But his attentions excite me; I want him too. Tonight I will ‘wake’ and beg his touch.

***

I stand in the shadows, tonight as every night, watching her sleep. But tonight is not as every night. Tonight will be the last night.

I take one final look, then the gun is at my temple. I wonder if she will sleep through what she drove me to.

***

I open my eyes and stare at him in shock.

Then, weeping, I reach out my hand. He puts the gun down and comes to me.

***

Copyright 2011 Charlotte Gatto. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without prior written permission from the author.

Mar 082011
 

‘Together’ is a Flasher (short story of 200 words or less) that I wrote a while ago. It isn’t my usual Force Fantasy theme, but I hope you enjoy reading it. Comments are welcome!

Together
by Charlotte Gatto

I looked up and he was there.

The first time he had only stayed a few bitter-sweet moments. The second, a little longer, but he was gone by the time I reached him. Each time I got a tiny bit more, but each time it was over too soon.

I never knew when I would see him next and the wait was painful but I filled it by planning ways to make him stay just a little longer.

And this time I would have him.

“He’s not there you know.” I spun around and as soon as I did so I realized my mistake. I didn’t even bother to look back; I knew he would be gone. I stared angrily at the faceless woman standing in my dream and I cried.

I had to wait several weeks for the next time to come, but when it did I was ready.

“He’s not there you know. When you wake up, he’ll be just as dead as he was when you fell asleep.”

With my eyes still fixed on my husband’s beautiful face, I replied softly, “I know. But the memory will.”

The woman vanished and my husband and I made love.

***

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