Kristina Lloyd

Erotic Fiction Author

Happy, Horny New Year!


Guh, any excuse to repost this super hot pic of Derrick Pierce! Alison Tyler asked writers to post a piece of ‘happy porn’ and cited my story ‘Boot Camp’ (from F is for Fetish and Mammoth Erotica 8) as an example of smut which makes her smile. ‘Boot Camp’ has been described as ‘wonderfully original’ (Forum) and ‘a hilarious spin on recovery or detox centers’ (Erotica Revealed).

I mainly write on the dark side but I do a fair amount of funny too, sometimes at the same time! ‘Boot Camp’ is my celebration of sexual deviants. Here’s a taste:

The story so far: Kelly kinks for army boots and is in an institution (the Pervs’ Penitentiary) designed to cure fetishists of their obsession. As part of her aversion therapy, she’s been ordered to polish the boots of Lee (while he’s wearing them). Lee’s obsession is pussy.

My hands are trembling as I pour water into a little bowl. The sound is so refreshing. I’m in the kind of mood where I could dip my head to the water and lap like a pretty kitty but I don’t want to risk confusing the guys with cross-kinks.

And the instructions say to me: Wet a section of the cloth and wring it out. You want it damp but not dripping wet.

I twist the cloth and droplets tinkle into the bowl. Lee’s legs are solid, and his camouflage-clad shins don’t move an inch. His boots gleam, and the leather ripples around his ankles like fabric petrified mid-fall. I glance up. In his BDU pants and tight white vest, he’s a statue of flesh, his bronzed shoulders practically rigid as he breathes long and low, gazing down as I kneel at his feet. He doesn’t look at me. He looks past me, staring at a patch of grass. But I know what he’s thinking about. We all know what he’s thinking about, day and night, night and day.

I edge into a good position and flip the lid on the tin of polish, inhaling that dirty chemical smell. I wrap the damp cloth around my first two fingers, gripping it to make a nice taut surface, and I read my instructions. Dab a SMALL amount of polish on the cloth.

Done. Sir.

Begin lightly stroking the surface of the leather in small circles, working a section at a time. Small circles, over and over. Small little circles.

This is the part that makes me spin, and all my spitshine dreams are being realized. I cup Lee’s heel and start rubbing at the back, small little circles, just like the voice tells me. The polish streaks at first then it starts to smooth out, the shine rising. I do those circles over and over, more and more lightly, and the gloss starts to come. I dip my finger in the water, pinch the cloth, take a dab of polish and on and on I go, making my beautiful little circles.

It takes a long old time. Leather is skin. The polish layers have to be molecular, next to nothing, and you have to work and work, keeping it so gentle. There are no short cuts here, no quick routes to brilliance.

When I spitshine, I swear it’s like I’m becoming the boots. It’s calming and sexy, and I slip into a kind of trance. I’d like to describe it as ‘spiritual’ but I’m turned on and that seems awfully blasphemous. It’s tough to explain. Okay, let me try. It’s sort of a hot, horny meditative vibe where I’m zoned out and tuned in simultaneously; and all the arousal I ever knew is resting in my groin and a river’s running through me, so slow and so warm, and my clit is beating like a little heart, like new life, and my lust is spread across the starry starry night, thin as my layers of Parade Gloss; and no one can reach me and I’m ravenous, and that little beating heart is right at the centre of the entire fucking universe.

Yeah, that’s about how it feels.

By the time I’m working on the toes, I am God. And God has a very swollen clitoris.

*

PS It’s International Fetish Day on January 21st!

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January 2, 2011 - Posted by | Kristina Lloyd | , , ,

6 Comments »

  1. Love it love it love it love it love it!
    You know, I can’t see a pair of beat-in boots without thinking of you!

    XXX,
    Alison

    Comment by Alison Tyler | January 2, 2011 | Reply

  2. Oh, that last paragraph is the best ever.

    Comment by Jo | January 2, 2011 | Reply

  3. Every time I read this, I’m floored by the lyrical beauty of the writing.

    Comment by Jeremy Edwards | January 4, 2011 | Reply

  4. You are all very, very marvellous, thank you. You have made me glow!

    Comment by kristinalloyd | January 4, 2011 | Reply

  5. I’d love to write something about your wonderful prose K, but I’m desperate to find some of Felix’s boots and get to work – I wanna be God with the swollen clit, too.

    Comment by madeline moore | January 16, 2011 | Reply

  6. Madeline, boots must always take priority!

    Comment by kristinalloyd | January 18, 2011 | Reply


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