Posted by Jen in Writer's Life on 06-11-2012
As I write this post, I’ve just watched Green Moon race home to a win in this year’s Melbourne Cup. I am sitting at my sister’s house in an outer suburb of the city, surrounded by family, and the grey heavens have opened in a heavy spring downpour, but despite the clouds everyone is still hyped up from cheering home their “pick” in the only horse race I know that comes with its very own Public Holiday.
Here in Australia we call it the race that stops a nation. The Cup has everyone breathless at race time on the first Tuesday in November, when 24 of the world’s finest horses thunder around the extra-long 3,200 meter track.
In Melbourne our family gathers for a barbeque and to watch the famous race on our television screen. This is something duplicated in many houses across the city and indeed, around the whole state. And just for this one day of the year, we all become “experts” at judging the horses, the jockeys, and of course, the track, to figure out who’s going to win!
For those lucky enough to attend the actual event at Flemington – the highlight of our spring racing carnival – it is not just about the horses, of course. It is equally about fun, fashion and fascinators. Especially the fascinators!
The first “Fashions on the Field” event was held back in 1962, as a PR initiative to encourage more women to attend the races. Since then, fashions at the spring racing carnival have captured the imagination of the public and are now firmly entrenched for all, not just for the ladies. The Melbourne Cup has become a spectator sport for fashion-watchers – and now even celebrity-spotters – as much as for the actual racing itself.
What does this have to do with sexy romance, you ask? Not much, I admit! But I thought it might be fun for a change to offer a little snapshot into a writer’s life outside the pages of her erotic books, on that one day of the year when the locals have an excuse to dress up in our finest.
Of course, I now have a story simmering in the back of my mind that will use as its backdrop all the color, vibrancy and cheeky yet elegant fun of the racetrack on Cup Day. Stay tuned!
Jennifer Lynne writes sensual and erotic romance including the popular GODS OF LOVE series. MMF menage a trois romance, PLATINUM PASSION, was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews. The recently released transsexual romance, APHRODITE CALLING, was a Book of the Month nominee at LASR and is garnering great reviews at Amazon and Goodreads.
Here’s an ADULT (18+) rated taste of APHRODITE CALLING:
Without sight she could only imagine what he would look like, the tip of his tongue sliding along her flesh that was already swollen with need, that wayward hair flopping down over his brow, his gaze intense, probably flecked with the shade of green that for some reason reminded her of the sea, looking back up her body as he teased around and over her mound. When the graze of something hard—presumably his teeth—nipped at her clitoris through the material she yelped, then pressed upward to enhance that exquisite pressure. Hot lips met her thrust and played with her, moistening the material. Lips, tongue, and teeth worked in unison to torment her core while his fingers slipped beneath her G and went exploring along her slit.
A gasp escaped as she felt one of his digits slide into her. The first person other than her surgeon or herself ever to breach her pussy. She didn’t have the creamy moistness of a biological woman, but somehow, with Himeros, it didn’t seem to matter. She rocked back and forth against his face, adjusting to the feel of having someone inside her, even if it was only his finger.
“Yes,” she managed on a shaky exhale of breath. “That feels fucking fantastic.”
He chuckled against her clit. “So tight, Gina. I look forward to entering you properly.”
She felt the words and the laugh as a welcome vibration and it escalated her senses into overdrive. She moaned. Having her cock sucked in the past had never felt like this.