Kristina Lloyd

Erotic Fiction Author

Wow all over

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Isn’t this the sexiest pic? Truly, I don’t know where to start wowwing.

Wow the first: It’s so rare to see an image of a het couple in which not only is the guy eroticised but he’s eroticised more than the woman. (Wow!) All too often, the bloke appears as an afterthought or adjunct, as if his role is simply to facilitate her sexiness.

Wow the second: Look at the beautiful, rounded bulk of his shoulders, the way his neck swoops so gracefully down to the curve of his shorn head. (Did I ever mention I like shaved heads?) See the light and shadow shaping the contours of his muscles, and the sun slanting in to gild the fuzz of hair on his legs. And, oh my, look at the way she’s all squashed, tiny and helpless beneath him, and how he looms over her, all big and strong and full of hard, dirty fuckpower. And yet there’s a tender intimacy in their nudging of noses. But look closer, you can see he’s caught her wrist in his big, strong fist. Closer still … closer … he’s murmuring, ‘Filthy little slut, don’t pretend you don’t want it.’

Wow.

3492654968_c648551049_oThat photo (don’t know who it’s by, sorry) was originally the only reason for this post but, for decency’s sake, I’ll tack on two items of good news: A golden IPPY award goes to Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Best Sex Writing 2009, a collection of essays featuring my piece on the delights of sexual degradation, The Pleasure of Unpleasure.

And secondly, Maxim Jakubowski’s Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 8 gets an excellent review on Erotica Revealed. My story, Boot Camp, first published in Alison Tyler‘s fabulous F is for Fetish, is described as ‘a hilarious spin on recovery or detox centers’.

Now then, where was I? Oh yes, wow …

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May 20, 2009 - Posted by | Kristina Lloyd | , , ,

11 Comments »

  1. Very, very sexy. I’m focused on that smooth, curvy thigh of hers–thanks both to the lighting and composition and of course my predisposition to notice smooth, curvy thighs. And–oh!–the blissed out expression on her face. Squishing a woman into bliss–does it get any better for a guy like me?

    So I think we have a deal, KL: you take the squash, I’ll take the squish.

    Comment by Jeremy Edwards | May 20, 2009 | Reply

  2. Deal!

    Comment by kristinalloyd | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  3. I’ve been staring at it hypnotised for twelve hours, now. My mouse folornly tried to enlarge or stroke it, from time to time.

    And now I’m abruptly puzzled and disturbed. What’s Up With Her Foot? Utterly bewildered. It looks like it might be completely deformed, or have tissues glued onto it, or… WHAT? I’m sure I’m looking at it wrong. Please please please explain the foot to me so I can go back to staring lop-sided and drooling at the rest…

    Comment by Olivia Knight | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  4. They were on honeymoon in Paris, out strolling and doing the sights, when an April shower struck just as they were leaving the Notre Dame Cathedral. Giggling and skipping, they ran hand in hand to a nearby bar where they drank pastis and kissed a lot. Unfortunately, she was wearing her favourite suede boots which she hadn’t worn since last year and now she was remembering she’d been meaning to get them repaired because the right boot leaked. Damn!

    She removed the boot and warmed her cold, damp foot by rubbing it up and down her new husband’s thighs. This made his pants swell. Before long they were desperate to get back to their hotel room. Unfortunately, it was still raining. Fortunately, they’d had a romantic picnic by The Seine earlier so she shook the crumbs out of a plastic sandwich bag and slipped her foot inside to protect her from the wet.

    Back at the hotel, they tore off each other’s clothes and made mad, crazy love. Everything was perfect except she’d forgotten to take the sandwich bag off her foot and so she rustled throughout. He found this rather disconcerting and wondered why he hadn’t noticed the noise before. He didn’t like it and thought maybe the marriage wouldn’t last.

    Afterwards, he lay there, basking in a post-coital afterglow and recalling a woman he’d once met called Kristina Lloyd. He wondered if she rustled.

    Comment by kristinalloyd | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  5. wow.

    um…..

    wow.

    Okay, I think I can…

    ahem. Wow.

    That is one fucking sexy photo. What juxtaposition, tender yet forceful, male and female, yielding and taking.

    All I have to say is…Wow.

    Comment by Lady Stone | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  6. Hot damn! Sexy indeed…

    *fans self*

    Comment by Wintersinger | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  7. Kristina,

    I read you comments on the richardroeper blog and I found them really interesting. I have written a response, so to speak, and Marjorie has written another comment as well. Hopefully you can check them out and maybe even write back. I think it’s a really interesting discussion we’ve all got going on.
    Didn’t know any other way to let you know. But I did read the post and it’s really cool, you are right that is a “wow” picture.

    Feel free to email me directly for any reason.

    Thanks, best,

    Tyler

    Comment by tyler | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  8. Thanks for the update, Tyler! I responded, briefly.

    If anyone’s curious:

    “She claims to be a feminist? Is this before or after she allows men to ejaculate on her face?”

    Yeah, it’s another of those sort of debates. *sigh*

    Comment by kristinalloyd | May 21, 2009 | Reply

  9. WOW. That picture is what daydreams are made of. Very lovely.

    Comment by Cora Zane | May 26, 2009 | Reply

  10. Yes. Good pic. 🙂

    Comment by Clare | May 29, 2009 | Reply

  11. Mmmm. What a hot photo. Thanks.

    Comment by Suzanne Portnoy | July 2, 2009 | Reply


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