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Guestblog: Gillian Colbert

There is so many superb blogs around on WordPress and the net so in hope that people want to find new ones, I thought I might do a post now and then about my favourites out there…

The first one up is Gillian Colbert and her blog Black Door Press

One amazing blogger who has a superb mix of erotic novels, poetry and sexy pictures. But she is also not afraid to talk about herself. So if you feel like you want to enjoy some clever writing I can promise you a brilliant time on her blog.

In her own words:

Gillian Colbert

Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” – Gustave Flaubert

 

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

The Art of Writing Smut

“… For me, when I’m writing the sex scenes, I know I’ve got it right when I also respond to what I’m writing. If the scene I just wrote left me flat, I delete it and start again. Sex is not purely physical. A huge part of it is mental and emotional. I don’t care how physically stimulating sex is, if I can’t get my mind off the chores or the grocery list, nothing is going to happen.

As an author, I believe it is my job to capture the reader’s imagination. To make them a voyeur into the lives of the characters I’m writing about. I can only do that if I engage their senses along with their imagination. By its very nature, that means that my own are engaged as well. Some of my favorite scenes left me breathless and edgy.

I guess, in all, what I’m trying to say is if you aren’t emotionally and sensually engaged in the telling of the story, how can your audience be engaged in the reading? All writing should be self-seductive into what ever state of mind is called for.”

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My Bitch Card Has Been Revoked For the vast majority of my life, I’ve been able to turn on my “Bitch” at a moment’s notice. She was always in my back pocket ready to shield me from the assholes and dickheads of the world waiting to step on my Magic Shell® coated heart. I relied on her to stand between me and the hurt feelings I was so determined to avoid. I looked for her tonight. I couldn’t find her. >> Read more…

Gillian’s Sexual Bucket List …  My one and only item on my bucket list is to find a man whom I trust and respect enough to offer him my mind, body and heart with no reservation. Who cares enough for me that he will take my gift and reshape it in such a fashion that I am only improved for it. Whose domination of me is the symbiosis of my submission and therefore we are nothing but synergistic together. My sexual submission to this man will determine every experience thereafter. I will be his to shape, his to master, his to play. The song I sing with my pleasured sighs and pained orgasmic cries will be his to conduct. I will be the instrument of his pleasure and he will tune me as he sees fit. The resulting melody we make is all the satisfaction I’ll need. >> Read more…

The Fallacy of a Woman’s Sexual Prime At thirty-eight years old, I am supposedly entering my sexual prime. Now, I admit that I’ve become possessed by the hormones of an adolescent teenager and have sex on the brain a ridiculous amount of the time. However, I also notice a proportional rise in my desire to have another baby before I run out of time and then it hit me. The “sexual prime” for a woman is really just sneaky biology trying to get that last ditch effort in to use your eggs before they expire for good. What better way to get you to fulfill your biological imperative to contribute to the survival of the human race through procreation than by creating in you a simultaneous urge to fuck your everlovin brains out. More bang for the buck so to speak. Or should it be more bang in the fuck??? I know that kind of sucked, but I’m in a “seriously bad pun” mood. *heehee* >> Read more…

Mind Trip Visions My gaze falls on the page I want desperately to write something sage, poignant or profound Words bounce ’round my brain. Struggling in vain for release There’ll be no peace in me until all can see this poem picture of mind trip visions That lays siege to this mental stricture imposed by my insecurity By my desperation to achieve poetic purity That perfect translation of image, scent and touch I don’t think I’m asking too much A blank canvas layered in ink, syllables and words A symbiosis of thought and expression My nerves stretch tight I sink towards depression I’ve tried with all my might but now must concede else watch my picture recede from my perception I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with perfect imperfection. >> Read it here…