I have a new novella out called “No Harm, No Foul.” And boy has it cause quite a ruckus!
I’ll start at the beginning.
I wanted to explore the idea of a woman who uses sex to get what she wants. Namely money, jewelry, a car – you know, material things. And why not? She’s hot, sexy, and can easily manipulate men with her womanly charms. So why not use that for her benefit?
Because it’s wrong?
Immoral?
Mean to men?
Why?
Let’s cut to the chase. It’s simply prostitution under the thinly veiled guise of “love.”
But is it?
A man dates a woman, brings her flowers, buys her a nice dinner, they see a show, and the man may expect something at the end of the night. The woman may offer something at the end of the night.
Did this man just buy sex?
Is that prostitution?
A man buys a woman a drink, she accepts, and they chat. Did he buy an hour of her time?
Let’s rule out any forced prostitution. I think that’s wrong. Trafficking, whatever. Let’s talk about a woman who decides to offer sexual experiences for a price.
People play a plumber to repair a faucet. People pay a masseuse for a massage. People pay to see (or read) sexy material. People pay for a private sex call. People pay for strippers.
Where’s the line, exactly?
Is it actual intercourse? A blowjob? A handjob? Can someone pay someone else to masturbate while they watch? Is that prostitution?
When I made the first draft of “No Harm, No Foul” available, I made the mistake of using existing characters in my fictional world. I call these “other” stories my “Alternate Freya-verse” series. The stories are outside of my main series. They exist in their own little world. But people took umbrage with what they saw as a character that had been so sweet and loving suddenly turned into a dirty whore.
And my story was destroyed by readers.
Hated.
I literally got hate mail over this story!
But the story was up to my usual standards. I certainly NEVER just “phone it in” when I’m writing.
And it had hot scenes.
Masturbation scenes.
Her eyes were facing the girls in front, but she was imagining herself on the beach with a throng of attentive men watching her. She started rubbing tiny circles around her clit. She felt her excitement grow in tandem with her clit engorging as she continued to caress herself. Delilah imagined one of the men intently watching her and rubbing the bulge in his shorts. She imagined him walking over to her. She could see him standing above her, looking down. He reached into his shorts and pulled out the biggest dick that Delilah had ever seen. It waved in front of her face, the fat head of it already glistening with precum in the early afternoon sunlight.
She had to touch it.
But in her mind, this man had a different idea.
As she reached for it, her lips already parting, ready to suck as much of it into her mouth as would fit, he pushed her away. She looked up at him, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. It hurt, but she liked it. He knelt on the towel between Delilah’s legs, pulling her body down as he went.
Now, between her bent knees, he roughly pulled the bikini bottom aside even more, allowing his cock full access to her pussy. As Delilah frantically rubbed herself in the back of Chastity’s car, in her mind, the man pushed himself into her with a force that knocked her head back.
She gasped as she came.
“Are you okay,” Chastity asked from the front seat.
“Um-hmm,” she answered, not quite trusting herself to speak actual words.
Lesbian scenes.
Men like women with some meat on their bones,” she cooed into Chastity’s ear. “And I know that some women do, too.”
Chastity closed her eyes and leaned back against Delilah. She was almost lulled into a trance by her friend’s fingers caressing and fondling her body. Chastity could feel the tingling start between her legs. She thought of the first time that Delilah had made love to her. It had been so new and so exciting and so frightening all at once. She had never thought about girls in any sexual way, but ever since Delilah showed her just what a woman could do to her, Chastity had barely stopped thinking about what a woman could do to her.
The second time that Delilah had made advances towards her, Chastity had been hesitant only because she wasn’t sure of Delilah’s intentions – she did have a well-deserved reputation, after all – but as soon as Delilah lightly nibbled on her earlobe, Chastity simply melted into an entire night of carnal passions.
Straight sex scenes.
Well, you know. My usual sex stuff! I can’t give everything away, right?
So, I rewrote some things, I changed the names of the characters, and we’ll have to see what happens. Maybe it was simply just a flop? Maybe it was too much of a departure from my normal “sweet and sexy” stories?
Who knows?
But I wrote it. I’m proud of it. And it’s there for anyone that would like to read it.
In the meantime, I’ll keep writing.
Thanks for reading.
Love,
Frey