Bless my Goddess by Kay Jaybee
There are angels; I have no doubt of that at all. Some of them however, do need their halo’s polishing up a bit!
I have an angel, and I call her the Goddess of Dubious Enterprises. Steering me along my erotic path, she takes me by the hand and points me in the direction of every possible source of inspiration.
She prods me as I sit on the bus, and gestures to the couple chatting on the seat opposite, urging me to observe their body language and reproduce their moves on paper at a later date. She reminds me to listen as I stand in shop queues, just in case someone says something I can use to kick start my imagination, once I’m happily settled with my notebook and pen.
Ever since I began my foray into the world of erotica six years ago, I have seen and heard so many things- so many ordinary things- that my naughty little goddess has twisted and turned, a flirty smile upon her face. Each word she utters has been moulded into stories and poems that are designed to – let’s be honest- make the reader feel rather more than hot and bothered!
I wrote A Delivery of Words for my anthology Quick Kink One, after my goddess had pointed out a rather attractive bloke unloading a pile of dictionaries from his lorry, outside the local bookshop. It wasn’t long before my imagination had moved both the man, along with one of the dictionaries, to my home, and started to play with them…
Lying in Wait, an army cadet threesome (and more-some) story from my Fem Dom collection, Yes Ma’am, was sparked when my goddess fell in love with the cover of the erotic anthology Uniform Behaviour (ed. Lucy Felthouse), which shows the naked torso of a young army soldier, and the top of his combat trousers. ‘What…’ she whispered to me, ‘…is he lying there waiting for?’ – I just had to work it out and write his story…
The only trouble with my Goddess- and I’d hate you to think I wasn’t grateful to her – is she never leaves me- never. No situation is too mundane to be used within my work. As I buy shoes, she whispers to me that the heels could be used as a dildo, (Bad Behaviour in The Collector). As I walk in the park, she remarks on how much fun it might be to wank on a park bench (A Leading Conversation in Quick Kink One). She points out a passing delivery man, and tells me that I could get him in the back of his van, I could take off all his clothes, I could use the arms of his shirt to tie his hands together before him, cupping his balls and cock in the material- teasing him with his own clothing… (Now that is a story I have to write!!) You see- I can’t go anywhere without her sharing her naughty thoughts with me!
Rest assured though, she knows the rules, this goddess of mine, and has never strayed to the criminal, vile or horrific. Yet she never calms, never slows, and never stops- and every now and again- without wanting to be ungrateful my dear Goddess, I’d like to switch her off!
But not today…