Once Upon An Erotic Fairy Tale By Elizabeth Black
Fairy tales are more popular than ever now. “Once Upon A Time” is one of the highest rated new shows on American television. Another show, “Grimm”, takes a darker twist on these already dark stories. Plus you have all the latest movies retellings of Snow White, Rapunzel, and an upcoming Beauty and the Beast. Fairy tales are the new sparkling vampires.
Authors have been rewriting fairy tales for years. Have you read Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, which she wrote with the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure? Some have turned these children’s tales of terror and consequences into smutty little bits of candy. I’m one of those authors.
I’ve rewritten Rapunzel and Puss In Boots with an erotic flavor. These two stories are called “Climbing Her Tower” (Rapunzel) and “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” (Puss In Boots”. Each story has it own very kinky fetish. I won’t tell you what those fetishes are but suffice to say that Rapunzel’s fetish has to do with hair and Puss’s fetish has to do with milk. Use your imagination. I’m delving into self-publishing for the first time with these two stories. My tentative release date for both is September 27, three days before the second season premiere of “Once Upon A Time”. I figured that was a very good date for a book release.
I’ve also delved into writing fan fiction again. The last time I wrote fan fiction was nearly twenty years ago when I tackled “The X Files”. Now, to go with the fairy tale craze, I’m writing in the “Once Upon A Time” universe, specifically the romance between Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin and Belle. It’s fun to write in someone else’s universe as a means of exercising my writing muscles. The Rumbelle fan fiction is reminiscent of Beauty and the Beast, which is one of my favorite fairy tales. Here is an excerpt from my R rated fan fic
Rumpelstiltskin lacked the patience to shop for food. If only he didn’t need sustenance to survive! He thumped a cantaloupe so hard he nearly pushed a dent into the rind. To the left of the melons were apples as red as an angry sky.
He detested apples.
He held an apple to his face, closed his eyes, and inhaled. The crisp scent brought Regina’s face to his mind, and rage bubbled so hard at his core he wanted to strangle her image in hope that she would feel his wrath. He suspected Her Royal Smugness was behind his true love’s untimely death but he could not prove it. All he had now were painful memories and a chipped cup. The woman lived to make his life miserable! He followed suit by thwarting her evil plans at every turn.
“Are you… are you going to pay for that?” A tiny voice squeaked, bringing him out of his daydream.
The vendor looked at him with trepidation, which didn’t surprise Rumpelstiltskin since everyone in town feared him, with good reason. No one crossed Rumpelstiltskin and lived to tell about it. Not anymore. Not since he found his power. He glanced at his hand and saw apple pulp between his fingers. The poor vendor’s face blushed as rosy as the crushed Red Delicious in Rumpelstiltskin’s fist. Rumpelstiltskin felt so angry he wasn’t even aware he pulverized the apple in his bare hand until he laid eyes on his damage.
“What do you think, Dearie?” Rumpelstiltskin grinned. He had no intention of paying. He knew the vendor. The man’s oaf of a son had ridiculed Bae before Rumpelstiltskin found his power, and now the man walked on eggshells around him. He also was beholden to Rumpelstiltskin in that he paid him rent for his stand. Rumpelstiltskin knew he had the vendor right where he wanted him, and enjoyed playing up his misery. The wicked little man wasn’t above a little extortion.
Here is an excerpt from my adult “Once Upon A Time” fan fiction story “Rumpelstiltskin Gets Punished“. Things get quite explicit here. 🙂
Rumpelstiltskin sat at his wheel, spinning more gold than he ever needed. He spun to forget his weaknesses, his cowardice, and his anger. He wanted to forget his pain in losing Bae and especially his Belle. She didn’t remember him. Would she ever?
He held a teacup between his cracked fingers and sipped. The delicate taste of chrysanthemum flowed over his tongue. Belle had the tea delivered since she was too frightened to go outside and venture to the shops herself. Agorophobic after being locked in a tower for God knows how many years, the great outdoors terrified her. It was only with Rumpelstiltskin’s help was she able to venture into his garden to sit in his swing; at first by his side and eventually alone.
The sound of shoes tapping on the floor broke him out of his daydream. He looked up to see Belle stomping towards him, a murderous look marring her lovely face. Oh, my! Why is she so mad?
When she held out the small book, she looked him square in the eye, clearly demanding he speak.
“So you read my diary? Did you find what you wanted to find?”
“I told you I was sorry about that, Dearie. When will you ever forgive me?”
The smile that cracked her face promised torments even worse than he could imagine, and he could imagine quite a bit. She leafed through the book and held it out, open to a page. “Did you see this?”
He leaned over and read. Oh, yes, he definitely saw that. He raised his gaze to her beet-red face, a flush of shame and excitement creeping up his own. What she had shown him had given him fevered fantasies and hot dreams for the past two nights.
“Yes, I saw that.” He said.
“Would you like to do something like that to me?” Her gaze did not leave his face, and he refused to break eye contact with her since her meaning was very clear.
He paused. What answer could he possibly give her that wouldn’t land him in a world of trouble? “Only if you want me to.”
She threw the book aside, and pulled two long silk scarves out of her pocket. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since not long after we met. Stand up.”
He remained seated.
“I said stand up!”
He stood, figuring it was better to obey her than to feel more of her wrath rain down on his head. She took his right hand and tied his wrist to the spinning wheel. When he protested, since he didn’t like to be restrained, she shushed him. Without saying a word, she grabbed his other hand and tied his left wrist to the spinning wheel.
“You deserve to be punished, Rumpelstiltskin, for invading my privacy. Those words in that diary were my private thoughts and wishes. You had no business snooping. And for that you deserve a swift swat on the bum.”
SMACK! Pain roared through his backside, causing him to tip forward and nearly topple over with the spinning wheel. He looked over his shoulder to see a long wooden spatula in her hand.
She spanked him! And he was disturbed and delighted to realize he liked it!
Feel free to read “Riding Little Red“, my free erotic flash fiction fairy tale based on Little Red Riding Hood. Here’s an excerpt:
Red climbed through the bramble, cutting her legs on thorns. She hated going to her grandmother’s house. The old woman smelled of mothballs and served gruel for breakfast. She kept her teeth in a jar next to the sugar. Disgusting.
The smell of boiled cabbage wafted from the windows of grandmother’s house. Red loathed cabbage. It gave her gas. There was nothing worse than a run of farts when you’re trying to impress a lad.
Keep an eye on my Facebook page for updates regarding the release of “Climbing Her Tower” and “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”. In the meantime, if you haven’t already read it, you may want to read my short story version of Puss In Boots called “Purr”. Here are buy links:
New Dawning Bookfair: http://tinyurl.com/purr-ndb
Amazon Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/purr-kindle