Monthly Archives: December 2011

the kiss

“And they lived happily ever after. That was the first lie she learned, long, long ago, when she was a child of light, a dream living in a sundrenched room, waiting for the one who would come and rescue her from a world that offered no more fairy tales.”

One of my stories, “The Kiss” (originally published in Fairy Tale Lust: Erotic Fantasies for Women; Cleis Press, 2010), was inspired in many ways by the artwork of Gustav Klimt. I used three paintings in specific detail within the story and I’ve long wanted to illustrate these portions of text with the corresponding paintings.

Danae, 1907/08; Oil on Canvas, 77 x 83 cm, Private Collection, Graz.

“He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.
“What’s your name?” he whispered.
“Danae.”
“Pretty name,” he said, “and were you locked in a brazen tower by your father after a prophecy foretold?”
“Ah, you know mythology, but have you seen any of the paintings?”
“I only know the one by Klimt.” He looked at her again, reconciling her image to the sudden recollection of the painting, seeing the echo of the sensual turn of her mouth, the casual sexuality of her captured glance, as the god entered her fluidly.
“Of course,” she said, sensing his growing awareness, “it’s not my true name.”
“Neither is mine.”
“But you haven’t told me yours yet,” she laughed.”

“Danae was once a child of light, a beauty stripped, locked in a bare room. Mother died, father steeped in whiskey and smoke, crawling in the shadows of night. Perhaps there would be one to replace the wound, but she had learned some secrets from the forest, she knew it would never heal. So she ran. She dyed her spun gold hair red as flame, she carved her story into her skin, she forgot the language of the wind and sky, and then she forgot the words, spelled in ways she could barely whisper.”

Medizin (Medicine) 1907; Oil on Canvas, 430 x 300 cm; Destroyed by fire at Immendorf Palace, 1945.

“She used her body as a negligible thing, arms and legs and neck poised askew, standing on a shifting precipice, wanting desperately to fall; this life had betrayed her, it was nothing she had ever imagined when she looked at the stars, unaware of the immensity of the surrounding blackness.”

“Images of a painting destroyed in fire, awash with the golden hue of the sun. Body upon body, flesh upon bone, and a single blessed space. Skull, fur, skin. Hygeia holding a snake and a cup from the river Lethe. Time, torment. Bliss.”

Der Kuss (The Kiss) 1907/08; Oil on Canvas, 180 x 180 cm; Austrian Gallery, Vienna.

the kiss

“He caught her in his embrace and held her so close, so completely, their bodies entwined in glistening gold. There was only a moment; he reached for her tranquil face, upturned and angled, and strained his neck and shoulder to place upon her cheek a kiss.”

“The kiss, and then he was alone, slick with sex and transformation. Her body his, once upon a time.”


lustfully ever after

Publication Date: May 15, 2012
Available for pre-order from amazon

In Lustfully Ever After, classic fairy tales are reimagined for an adult audience with twists (and kinks) to keep readers entertained. In Michelle Augello-Page’s romantically charged BDSM tale “Wolf Moon,” Little Red Riding Hood is the big bad wolf, while Kristina Lloyd rewrites “The Twelve Dancing Princesses” as a scorching hot MFM threesome in “The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces.” Shanna Germain’s “Mirror Mirror” shows the sensual Sapphic side of Snow White’s stepmother and Andrea Dale pens a contemporary version of “The Steadfast Tin Soldier” in the poignantly erotic “Steadfast.”

This delightful collection of fairy tales will lead you down a magical path into forbidden romance and erotic love. You won’t need those bread crumbs to find your way home—for home is where the heart is and the authors of Lustfully Ever After know your heart’s most wicked and secret desires.

Lustfully Ever After: Fairy Tale Erotic Romance
Edited by Kristina Wright
Published by Cleis Press

Table of Contents

Foreword Sylvia Day
Introduction: They Lived Happily Ever After
Rosa Redford Anya Richards
Gretel’s Lament Jeanette Grey
Matches Anna Meadows
The Beast Within Emerald
Wolf Moon Michelle Augello-Page
Mirror Mirror Shanna Germain
The Last Dance Kristina Lloyd
Name A.D.R. Forte
Sensitive Artist Donna George Storey
You Charlotte Stein
Kit in Boots Sacchi Green
The Long Night of Tanya McCray Michael M. Jones
Shorn Lisabet Sarai
Real Boy Evan Mora
Garden Variety Lynn Townsend
Steadfast Andrea Dale
A Sea Change Kristina Wright


december

I blinked, and it’s now December. I’m in the midst of one of the most stressful times of the year. December means Christmas, Christmas means presents, presents mean money. As a single parent, I am the only one who makes Christmas “happen” for my children. Usually I buy one big gift for each of them, and assorted other gifts. My purchases are selective and focus on their interests – art, music, books, activity kits, science experiments, craft supplies. I buy a little each week so I’m not hit too hard. But still, each year I am juggling, wondering what bills can I put off paying until the week after Christmas? And why? sigh …

My children have long been aware that I am the one who buys the gifts, because I never felt comfortable with the Santa myth. Yet, I have told them, and still do, that Santa brings the magic to Christmas. We talk about belief, and about God. We also have a little nativity set and talk about Jesus, what revolutionary ideas he had, what he was trying to teach. The conversations get more involved, and more interesting, as they get older.

We celebrate Christmas, and yet I’ve taught my children from a young age that Christmas is a religious holiday that has become a commercial holiday. Still, we get excited to see Christmas specials on the television, and we have many books that we read each year around the tree on Christmas Eve. We have our rituals – we buy a small tree and decorate it with ornaments that are brought out year after year, we hang stockings, we bake special christmas cookies and gingerbread together, and we cook a fabulous Italian feast.

I remember one year I was feeling really, really stressed. I was scraping money together for gifts and food, wanting to make the holiday special, and failing. One night, I read “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” and broke out into tears. I know that giving presents is not the same as giving your heart, your patience, your love. But to a child, a christmas without presents is like a world without hope. Nevertheless, each year, I try to make them see that “maybe christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe christmas means a little bit more” by the type of gifts I give them, and by how we celebrate.

Christmas isn’t the only holiday we celebrate in December. We also celebrate the winter solstice. The winter solstice falls on December 21 or 22, depending on the year, but always a few short days before Christmas. It’s a nature-based ancient holiday that gave Christmas it’s roots, and we celebrate in a very quiet way by lighting candles together. We talk about the past year and what we’ve learned, then we talk about the coming year. We share our hopes and dreams and we think of blessings, gifts to give ourselves and the world.

The winter solstice gives us the space and time to reflect and to draw closer together. We celebrate family, community, and our relationship to the world. The winter solstice is based in the deep connection we have with the earth, our fundamental home. Without knowledge of our human constructs, the earth continues to revolve around the sun – as it has for days, years, centuries – and still we breathe and laugh, work and play, live and love. This is the place I like to linger, thinking about December. It’s almost a new year, another year, I am blessed to be ~
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