I wondered if Tabitha meant Shooting the Shit with Vida Bailey, or if she thinks I'm less waffly than I really am - but I do really agree about the ability of eroticists and sex writers to connect honestly, and of internet people to connect instantly - but anyway, I love her title, and I'm delighted to welcome her to Suffused with Heat to hear about her new novel, installment two of her futuristic apocalyptic trilogy.
the Crap with Vida Bailey!
getting down to the nitty gritty – still sounding a bit harsh? I don't meant to
has kindly let me come over to shout about my new book – but before I do, I
wanted to have a chat about how we communicate with each other.
was lucky enough to attend Eroticon this year and met up with some of the
fabulous people I chat to all year online. It is a completely unique event in
my life as it is where I meet other erotic writers and find myself free to talk
uncensored about my writing. It is a liberating experience as the erotic,
spiritual erotic and artistic erotic are things that occupy my mind
space...ooo... let's say 75% of the time (probably more, I edited it down a
little). To find all these beautiful eloquent normal people at ease with their
expressive side is just amazing. I'm not saying I don't have this in my 'real'
world, but just on a different plane.
one of these people I happened to meet, is my delightful host, Ms Vida Bailey.
We ducked out of one of the sessions to go and grab some sun and buy souvenirs
(we both don't get to England much...). As we sat in the sun drinking our
coffee, we fell into easy deep conversation about life, spirituality, the
erotic, death, apocalypse – all the good stuff. We even connected over a scene in True Detective – which sounds trivial
but it blew my mind.
an awesome piece of acting. “I can smell the psychosphere...”
how, I hear you ask, does this fit in with my new book? (Come on, you knew this
in one of the scenes in Taking Flight where the leading couple have
had to go into hiding, they meet another couple who take them under their wing
and teach them how to survive in the wilderness – some sexy shenanigans ensue
of course, it is an erotic novel after all, but they have agreed do never share
their true identity. To do so may risk their safety.
good thing that this brings up is that they have no baggage, no explanation for
their existence is required. They are all in the same situation, with limited
knowledge of each others 'real' life so they are very much experiencing the
here and now. It means during conversation, they can explore any topic
unhindered by expectation. They can talk philosophy, spirituality, love, death,
transcendence. In other words they can get straight to the point.
found it fascinating that I had the same feeling in Eroticon. We were all there
– unhindered by our daily life. So the most
outrageous, creative and erotic discussions were had.
a little excerpt where Deborah ponders this very thought.
the past few days—could it be weeks?—to mind. The discussions the four of them
had around the fire each night were philosophical, theological, sexual,
scientific—never personal. Neither couple had inquired about the other’s
situation or reasons for being there, exiled in the wood, or ventured their own
story. It was like the code of the forest. It actually freed up a lot of space
for getting right into the debates on life, existence, and all the good stuff.
Deborah had found it scintillating and refreshing and had relished the talks.
Marcus, though, seemed to have gleaned a lot more about the sexual spiritual
side than she had. While she’d been thinking about the existence of God, he’d
been wondering about fucking. She smiled to herself; she could only think after
the best, most intense orgasm of her life that one of them had been the fool
all this time, and it wasn’t him.
“So how do we
do it?” She racked her brains and could only conclude that he must have been
having private talks with Birch while they’d been out together hunting. She had
to ask him. “Are you and Birch fucking?”
“Are you and
Hazel?” His response was lightning fast, and she had not been expecting a
She blushed to
the very roots of her hair.
“But you want
to, right?” he asked, boring into her with his stare.
“No!” She was
shocked. They’d never had an exchange like this before. It felt like it was
rocking their foundations. “Well, yes— God, I don’t know. Maybe?” She dropped
her head into her armpit in horror at her admission.
He lifted her
face so gently it made her weep. “Me too. I wanted Birch.” He paused to correct
himself. “I want Birch.”
“But only with
my body. I’ve never felt like this. It feels like a freedom.” As he spoke his
eyes lit up and she could feel his heart quicken beneath his shirt. “This is
what our society is, a polyamorous one. I’ve never thought it made sense before
until I met these two. Birch has taught me the beauty of it. It doesn’t
diminish our love, it makes it stronger.”
“I still don’t
understand.” She was sobbing, but their fingers were laced through each other’s
as they spoke.
the theory...” He sat up cross-legged and Deborah did the same. “If we manage
to make the unity bond—that is, come together so hard our spirits could slip
past physicality and into each other’s, even just for a second—it means that it
will happen again with every orgasm we have. Even by ourselves, or with
different people, a part of our spirit will always meet at that point. It’s a
Deborah did her very best to
suspend her disbelief long enough to agree that, in theory, it actually was a beautiful thing.
“If we part ways,” he started but
Deborah pressed a finger to his lips, she didn’t want to hear it, speaking it
might make it true. He pushed her hand from his face and held it at his chest,
his woozy gaze fixed on hers. “Deborah, if we part ways, I’ll find you. I’ll
find you at the meeting point. Do everything you can to come. We are more than
If that has whetted you appetite for some more sexy dystopian
shenanigans – here's the blurb and all important buy links:
Lovers on the run in search of a bond that
transcends all else.
Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison
that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when
she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities
have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an
answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they
meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the
wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding
sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the
barriers of physicality and become one.
It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling
into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey.
Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time
and space while they climax.
When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at
reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for
years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated,
Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity,
because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will
allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.
Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in
Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic
sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM
Note: This book has been
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is
quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person.
She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore
Her short stories are included in
anthologies from Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite,
Oysters & Chocolate, Burning Books Press and House of Erotica. Her novella,
Mia's Books won a Reader's Choice Award with TwoLips reviews. Taking Flight is
the second book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.
Tabitha also has a passion for art
and takes great pleasure in painting nude ladies.
Apparently we're in the midst of a 'Pandemic of Porn!' Where? Where is it all? OH. It's on the internet. And everyone is on the internet. Your four year old's watching porn right now. Sigh. I dunno, I guess this is true. Teenage boys don't know women grow pubic hair and find the idea disgusting when they're told about it. Everyone thinks boobs are eternally round and huge and bouncy. It's funny... for all this porn watching, no one seems to be watching the good porn, do they? Crash Pad series, anyone? Nah, clearly not. No one's reading Susie Bright, either, are they, despite all this internet access. I dunno. My kids know women have pubes because they've grown up seeing mine and their dad's every so often. The body image you communicate to your kids about will have a far greater effect on them than porn will... if you teach them stuff. If you talk to them. If you guide them to positive sources of sex education and self-image construction. Or you could say nothing, let them loose on the internet and bitch about their fucked up view of the world. Ach, it annoys me. I saw some porn as a teen, and I know for a fact it didn't bother me in any way. Now I only saw quite classic porn, discovered in my parents' (remarkably unstashed) stash - it was sort of... innocent, in a way? I think erotica shaped my desires an awful lot more than porn did, if truth be told, and left me a bit unsatisfied with the vanilla fumblings I encountered. I don't know, perhaps porn gave me an unrealistic view of how easy anal is - but that was before the internet and the thing is, it's as easy to find a 'Beginner's Guide to Great Anal' as it is to find Unrealistic Anal Gangbangs, so meh to that. If your kids are old enough to search for porn, they're old enough to research and read around a little. How will they know to? Because you help them. I know there's shitty porn out there, I know there's a lot wrong - but the more popular and recognised porn becomes, the more pressure on porn makers to be ethical there will be, the more money will be available for better quality set ups. Consent is becoming a by-word, etc. Though, from what the performers are saying, the internet is killing porn as it was - it's getting harder and harder to make money now - the tube sites are scooping up all the punters for free. And if this is the case, doesn't it suggest that the pandemic of porn is hurting porn performers and producers most of all?
I've always been a bit intrigued by this guy... I used to worry about him a little... why did he want to cover himself up, become this walking death's head? But the video of him covered in make up and looking 'normal' relieved me - I think he looks far more beautiful with his ink... and damn, that wink he does at the end of the vid speaks directly to my cunt :)