Word for Wednesday (W4W) #28

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This week’s word is…



As some of you who read my other blog may know, I began a series of stories entitled Heat a while ago and simply fell in love with the characters and what I think lies ahead for them. I realised that, rather than letting the story flow, I was beginning to get very bogged down in the ‘logistics’, for want of a better word. I was obsessed with making sure certain information details added up, which was proving difficult while writing each part of the story in isolation to the ‘bigger picture’ I had in my head of how it all would end. I made the decision to step away and continue the narrative outside of the blog, with the hope of making it into something more than just a series of stories, dare I say it… (gulp!) a novella.

I expected this decision would free my little creative soul to the extent that my fingers would become numb from all the typing I thought I would be doing, desperate to get Elsa and Bill’s story down once and for all…


Instead I simply did nothing.

I struggled to come up with W4W, other erotica, any fiction at all really. I shut down.

I think this happens to any one who writes. We need that time to step back, just let things sit in the dark, fermenting away in our subconscious until they are ready to be taken back out and crafted into the final product.

This is where I am with Heat. After a month of zymurgy, I am ready to return to see what has bubbled to the surface.

This morning I took out four large A3 sheets of blank paper and, with my favourite green inked pen, begin tracing outlines, character developments, plot lines, conflicts etc. I have never taken this style of structured approach before and I am curious to see if I will find it beneficial or if it will cause me to freeze.

Either way, it is a first step and I’m excited to see where it leads.

After all Stephen King has been known to put down novels only to return to them years later and it hasn’t done him any harm at all!

I would love to hear from other writers as to whether they use the zymurgy method and how it works for them.



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Happy Anniversary to ME!!!!!


They say time flies when you’re having fun and I’ve been having so much that my WP anniversary passed me by!


Last year, on April 18th, I posted my very first blog entry on KittyKatBitsandBobs!

I am kicking myself for not marking the date by doing something special on here… I must think up something über fast and try to post it tomorrow. Bear with!

I have had a simply amazing year here.

I have shared myself entirely here with you guys and gals. You know all about my life, my loves, my peeves, my passions and my faults. I offered you me, warts and all, and, (thank you all so much), you didn’t run away in horror!

I have read articles, stories and poetry that has entertained and inspired me.

I have met fascinating new people and made many new friends, not least of which is my absolute bestie Felicity. Thank you WP!

I have gained new followers and readers and have expanded my audience.

I bravely ventured into the world of erotica writing, which has become my passion.

I have stepped outside my comfort zone by posting #SinfulSunday photographs, which in all honesty has only boosted my self-esteem, thanks to the kind and generous comments I received in response to them.

I have tried out poetry and haiku, which have been well received.

I have enjoyed taking WP courses, and learned so much from them.

I have linked to Tumblr, Pinterest and Twitter and made even more new friends!

I have recently been accepted as a Huffington Post blogger, so watch out for more news on that front!

So far, my blogging experience has been nothing but positive, enriching and rewarding. I am delighted I took that first step last year and plunged in. Anyone reading this today who is toying with the idea of writing or blogging, I say… DO IT! You might surprise yourself with what pours out once you begin typing. I have certainly found that I have learned a  lot about myself this past year. Writing is free therapy… why not have a go?

I want to say a very big, very sincere thank you to everyone to has ever took the time to read anything I have written, whether it was my rants, my silly ideas, my filth or my verse… and if you took time to comment? even more gratitude flows in your direction!

I am excited to see what this second year of blogging brings. I am sure it is going to be a wonderful adventure. I do hope you will stay with me as I journey into it.

Much love…



One last request… Please do tell me what you would like more of from me… erotica, poetry, serious stuff, silly stuff? I am thinking of including some photography of mine, so let me know if that would interest you.

Ask, and I will do my best to deliver whatever you want. I always aim to please!

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Calling all readers and writers of erotic fiction!

Regular readers of KittyKat might be aware of the fact that I run two other blogs, where I publish my erotic fiction. If you haven’t yet discovered it, and would like to give it a whirl, please click illicitthoughts and MsTsecretgarden and explore my sexier, kinkier side!

I am always looking for feedback, so I am reblogging a research article I posted to both my other sites. If you have read mine, or another writer’s, erotica or, if you write it yourself, I would be so grateful if you would read my reblog and take a couple of minutes to click on my polls.

Thank you and happy reading and writing!

I was asked yesterday on twitter why I write erotica.

My answer was easy… it is enormous fun and, to be honest, it comes easier and more naturally to me than any other genre. Whatever that says about me… I will leave to my readers and, possibly my future shrink, to decide.

I have  been asked if I ever get off on other people’s writing… well, doh! Of course!

I have come across, (pardon the dreadful pun!), many excellent writers, and have certainly felt tingles whilst reading their stories.

If a person can write about sex in an arousing manner, avoiding cliché, whilst maintaining a balance between fantasy and credibility, it is, in my humble opinion, a sure indicator of whether the writer possesses true talent and skill.

It is no easy feat… all too often we fall foul of “quivering staffs” and, dare I quote it… *“puckered love cave”?!

And, fair is fair! I would never ask you a question I  am not prepared to answer myself so…

Yes, I do get aroused whilst writing my own fiction too! I figure if it is not making me squirm in my seat as I type,  it is not going to make you squirm either! So, I sit at my kitchen table, picturing scenes, sometimes miming out some actions to see if I am describing them accurately… yeah, my neighbours get an eyeful!

If you would do me the great favour of answering my polls I would be simply delighted and forever grateful. I promise it will not take more than 3 minutes of your time!

I am always striving to improve and always aim to please my readers.

I very much want to keep giving you all stories and material that interests and, yep, stimulates you!

No need to leave any personal details, just click on your answers, and if you can expand at all, please do so in my comments section. Feedback is always welcome and I hope it helps me improve and keep y’all happy!

Thanks guys and gals!

I do love y’all!


*as if you didn’t already know! 50 Shades of Grey, EL James.

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The Weekend… (Part 2)

She breathed in deeply as she slid the keycard into the slot of the hotel door, trying to regain some composure. She had checked her reflection in the lift up, fixing her smudged, tear-damaged mascara. It wouldn’t help if he knew she’d been crying, standing alone on a windy beach, thinking about the mess her life had become.

She opened the door to the sound of the TV on and entered the room to see Aidan lying on the bed watching it. He glanced over at her briefly, “Good walk?” She nodded, not trusting her voice not to break if she spoke, and unwrapped her scarf and coat, hanging them in the wardrobe.

“So, what do you want to do about dinner then?” he asked, “Downstairs or across the road?”

She sighed, thinking to herself, “Not even a suggestion of room service and staying in bed together…” but replied, “You choose, whatever you like love”.

“Downstairs then, can’t be arsed making a fuss,” he yawned.

She wondered how he could be tired when all he has done was lie on the bed all day watching TV, feeling irritated at him, perhaps unfairly.

Deciding to give it another try, she walked over to sit at the edge of the bed beside him, “I’m going to take a shower honey, I want to look nice for you this evening,” and she kissed his cheek. A faint look of surprise flitted across his face and he frowned slightly, looking unsure of what to say back. She rose and went to have her shower.

She turned on the shower and undressed in front of the mirror. She missed the feeling of being touched so badly. Looking at her body’s reflection, she traced her hands over her skin, caressing her breasts and stomach. She felt the familiar heat flare up between her legs and stepped under the spray of hot water. Soaping up, she glided her hands over her breasts, pulling on her nipples and enjoying the building throbbing between her thighs. With a handful of suds she lowered her hand and rubbed her clitoris in slow, sensual circles. She imagined him coming into the bathroom and watching her. She imagined the desire on his face as he looked at her naked body under the water, her fingers buried deep inside herself. In her mind, she pictured him opening his trousers and taking out his erect penis, stroking it as he watched her. She started to tremble and could feel the growing pleasure her hand was giving her. Sinking to her knees in the shower, she sat down and spread her legs wide, allowing her easier access to stroke and rub herself. Thinking of him coming in under the spray with her, still dressed and lowering his mouth between her legs to lick where her fingers worked, she threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as the surge of her orgasm ripped through her body. Breathless and dazed, she opened her eyes to find herself alone in the bathroom, no Aidan watching her.

They sat across from each other reading menus, the buzz of conversations and the clattering of the chefs from the open kitchen emphasizing the silence between them, making it almost deafening.

“Good evening, have you decided what you would like or do you need more time?” the perky young waitress stirs them from their musings.

“Oh! Yes another minute please,” Emma said, at exactly the same moment as he replied, “Yes I’m ready,” and the waitresses eyes flicked between them, unsure.

“Oh no, it’s fine really, I’ll choose, you go first,” she said as Aidan began to open his mouth.

He nodded and ordered his meal and Emma scanned speedily and made her choice. The waitress smiles and leaves them looking at each other.

She reached out for her wine glass and raised it, “To… us! Getting away from real life for a few days,” she smiled as he clinked his glass against hers, returning her smile.

She glanced around the room, watching the other couples and groups talking animatedly and laughing, feeling sad and jealous that Aidan and her were not the same.

She leaned in towards him and whispered, “Let’s pretend this is a first date! So… tell me, what do you Aidan?” she giggled, this was a game she has always tried to make him play.

His eyes rolled skywards and he sighed, “Really Em? Again? You know I fucking hate that shit…” and she cast her eyes down to her place setting in disappointment, trying to stop the tears from coming.

He reached his hand across the table taking hers, “I’m sorry love, I shouldn’t have snapped, I’m just so fucking tired these days and I haven’t the energy for that stuff. Can we just eat?”

“Ok, I’m sorry, it’s fine…” she whispered as the food arrived.

They began to eat, murmuring little sounds of appreciation.

“Here, try some,” he startled her by offering a forkful of his risotto to her and she smiled as she accepted it, grateful that he was trying to make an effort o make up.

“Hmmmm… that’s good! Try mine?” she asked, and made up a forkful from her plate. He reached out for the fork and she stopped him with her free hand, “Nope! Open wide!” she grinned and was pleasantly surprised when he smiled and opened his mouth for her.

“Good! Bit jealous of yours now!” he laughed.

Pouring more wine for them both, she relaxed into her seat, hope once again springing in her heart that maybe, just maybe, they could fix this.

Her eyes watched him eat, taking in his face and body, rounder and fuller than when they first met, but still attractive to her. She loved his humour, when he wasn’t stressed, loved his mind and his knowledge about things she knew little of. They complemented each other well in that regard. She had taught him an appreciation of art, poetry and film over the years and he had imparted his knowledge of geography and history to her. She recalled the late night, wine fuelled discussions and debates they used to enjoy in years gone by and, once again, felt a sadness that these days, although they still drank at night, it was in silence, watching endless TV rather than talking.

Shaking her head to clear it, she looked up at him, smiled and decided that perhaps they should just get drunk and see where the evening ended up.


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Erotic Passages… coming soon!


I needed to share my growing excitement about something with you guys and gals!

Last year I was fortunate enough to meet a woman that continually surprises and impresses me with her talent, skill, sweetness, patience, kindness and all round awesomeness! We met on WP and discovered that our lives are spookily similar in countless ways. She is, without doubt, one of the best friends I have made and I consider her my soul sister.

Who is this amazing creature?

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Felicity Johns, author extraordinaire of The Dark Night Chronicles.

Click felicity johns.com for some of the finest erotic fiction and poetry you will read this year, or any year!

To learn more about her, click http://felicityjohns.com/about/author-biography/

The very exciting news is that my friend is releasing her first eBook next month entitled Erotic Passages.

The image I used above was her cover reveal teaser… (she is quite the tease, is Feli!)

The full cover reveal is scheduled for January 11th so do be sure to stay tuned for that!

The book itself will launch on February 11th, perfect timing to purchase it as a Valentine’s gift for your sweetheart.

Better still, treat yourself to an evening of erotic fun, pour a glass of wine, run a bath and settle down to let your imagination be stimulated, (and it won’t be only your imagination that is stimulated, trust me!), by her beautifully crafted prose and verse.

If you are already a subscriber to her blog and feel there is no reason to buy the book… you are so wrong! Along with previously published works, Felicity is including some exclusive new stories and poems that you will never have read before.

If the promise of new material from the Queen of Filth isn’t tempting you, well friends, I think y’all better check your pulse!

By the way… this chick isn’t merely a seriously gifted writer… she is also a talented artist, she plays piano, she is funny, she knits, she cooks, she makes her own freaking butter!

The lady has no limits and if I didn’t love her so, I would fucking hate her!

I think my little love letter about my soul sister is done now… I should end it before I make my self throw up from the sweetness I’ve poured over her.

I will end with saying just this… Keep your eyes open for her book launch and do please consider investing in this very bright new talent. You can say you were amongst the first to discover her… and y’all can thank me later!

Thanks for reading people!



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