Guest ~ Elizabeth Black on tour!
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Erotic Fairy Tales – Twists On Classics
By Elizabeth Black
I like fairy tales everyone has heard of such as Rapunzel and Puss In Boots. My two new erotic fairy tale retellings are about both of these tales. “Climbing Her Tower” is my erotic retelling of Rapunzel and “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” is my erotic retelling of “Puss In Boots.” In the future, I’m looking at “The Pied Piper of Hamlin,” “Cinderella,” “Little Red Riding Hood,” “Beauty and the Beast,” and “The Little Mermaid” to get my erotic touch.
That said, I also like fairy tales that are off the beaten track. One of my earliest short stories entitled “Fountain of Youth” is based on a Japanese fairy tale by the same name. The lesson is to be careful what you wish for. For more on that story, go to my “Short Stories” tab on my web site (link below).
My favorite fairy tale is a little known Scandinavian one called “The Enchanted Wreath”. It is about a man and wife, both of whom have daughters from previous marriages. Of course, as is usual in tales like this one, the man’s daughter is kind and pure of heart whilst the woman’s daughter is a sullen, ungrateful git. The good daughter goes into the woods one day to fetch wood and she runs into three doves perched on the ax, looking very forlorn. She gives them a bit of her bread and in response to her kindness they give her an unfading wreath of roses with tiny birds singing in it. When she returns home with the wood, the sullen daughter becomes jealous of her step-sister because of the enchanted wreath. The next day, the woman sends her sullen daughter into the woods to collect wood – and hopefully return with a wreath even more beautiful than the good daughter’s wreath. However, the sullen daughter throws stones at the doves and ordered them away, calling them “dirty creatures.” Her punishment is to be unable to say anything other than “dirty creatures” for the rest of her life. Her mother tries all sorts of balms and ointment on the girl’s tongue to break the spell but she continues to say only “dirty creatures.” Then a prince comes by, falls in love with the good daughter, and takes her away to marry her. The woman is distraught, and she pays a witch to make a mask of the good daughter. She makes her sullen daughter wear the mask and visit the good daughter. At that point, the sullen daughter throws the good daughter into a lake and puts herself in her step-sister’s place beside the prince, who is upset over her sudden change but attributes it to illness. He thinks he sees the good daughter in the lake and tries twice to catch her until he succeeds. She turns into a hare, a fish, a bird, and lastly a snake. The prince cuts off the snake’s head and the good daughter returns to her lovely human form. Once the prince and the good daughter learn what the woman and the sullen daughter had done, they banish the two to a deserted island rather than put them to death.
Below are buy links and blurbs for both “Climbing Her Tower” and “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”. I’ve included an excerpt from “Climbing Her Tower” for your reading pleasure.
Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help both of them gain their fortunes. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan’s malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man – the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.
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Rapunzel has never known life outside her tower. She has never felt the company of a human being other than Mother, and she has never been in close contact with a man – until Prince Richard of Norwich climbs into her tower one dark night and sweeps her off her feet. Prince Richard introduces Rapunzel to erotic pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, and she wants more! In order to make her both his wife and his sex slave, Prince Richard needs to spirit her away from that tower, but Mother stands in his way. Prince Richard and Rapunzel begin a tantalizing and dangerous adventure in order to be together as one. And “let down your hair” takes on an entirely new meaning in their fevered embraces.
Amazon US: http://tinyurl.com/climbing-amazon-us
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/climbing-amazon-uk
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Stars shined in the sky when she heard, “Let down your hair!” Why would Mother come to visit her late at night? She visited only during the day. Always a good girl who did what she was told, she coiled her hair around the hook and struggled once again with the braid, feeling the weight as Mother climbed her tresses. She seemed heavier than usual this evening, maybe because Rapunzel was tired.
When a tall, strapping man climbed through her window, she drew back in both fear and … something else. Her skin tingled and her heart raced, but she didn’t know why. What kind of effect did this man she recognized from the meadow earlier that day have on her?
“Please don’t be afraid,” he said. “I heard your beautiful voice and I needed to see you up close. You’re more beautiful here in front of me than you are from a distance.”
So he heard me sing… She wondered if he was a god like Zeus (Mother read to her about Zeus), and would he take her by force the way the manly Zeus had taken women in the Greek myths? Despite her confusion, she felt a rush of heat course through her body and her skin rose in goose bumps of excitement at the mere presence of him. His smell was intoxicating – of oiled leather and sweat – and she inhaled deeply to immerse herself in his scent. Her entire body tingled in anticipation of what he might do to her, and she realized with a bit of alarm that she wanted him in her tower, alone, to be at his mercy.
She tried to step toward him but her hair held her in place. She turned to her braid and yanked it bit by bit up the tower. The lovely man came to her side, dragging her heavy tresses up the tower and helping her untangle them from the hook until she stood before him, hair free, piled in a mountain at her feet.
“May I touch you? You seem too heavenly to be real.” His strong hand alighted on her shoulder, sending ripples of pleasure up and down her arm. What was happening to her? Why was her heart racing so quickly that she couldn’t catch her breath? Why did the mere touch of this man make her jump? What would it be like to feel his clean-shaven cheek or – better yet – place one small hand on his massive chest to feel the beat of his heart?
He rubbed her blouse at the hem. “What’s this made of? It’s very soft.”
“My hair. I knit clothing from my hair to pass the time.” Taking a chance, she placed her palm against his chest and felt the rise and fall of his rapid breathing. “Who are you?”
“I’m Richard, Prince of Norwich, the ruler of this land. I’ve seen your tower before but I had never seen you in it. What’s your name? Why are you here?”
“My name is Rapunzel. I live here.”
“Such a lovely name… Don’t you want to leave, to see the world around you? There’s an entire town behind your tower.”
Surprised, she thought the meadow surrounded her tower for many miles, isolating her in her loneliness. “So that’s why I hear engines and smell food cooking but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.”
He took her in his arms, and she didn’t fight his embrace. His grip around her body was firm yet gentle, and she buried her face in his long, charcoal hair. “Let me take you away from here.”
Did she want to leave? She felt safe in her tower but she yearned to run in the long meadow grass far from it, or feel the wind blow through her hair as she rode behind him on his horse. Yes, I want to go, but how? Mother will never let me leave here.
“Take me away with you,” she said.
“Yes, I shall take you far from this tower. How long have you lived here?”
“My whole life.”
“But why? Who would keep you imprisoned here?”
“My mother, but I’m not imprisoned. She’s protecting me.”
“From what? There is nothing in the world to be afraid of. Quite the opposite. I want to show you the world, my fair one. But first, I must touch you.” He brushed her long hair out of her eyes. “May I?”
“Touch me where?”
“Here.” He lowered his face until his lips brushed against hers, like a breeze through the heather in the meadow. Never before kissed by a man, she froze in both fear and arousal, alert to his touch but unable to move. His lips traveled from hers to her cheek, her chin, and her neck, and upon reaching her throat, she gasped with excitement. Yes, she wanted to feel his lips upon her skin, his hands upon her body. Why had Mother kept her in this tower, away from the world? What was out there that scared Mother so?
His gentle touch aroused more goose bumps on her sensitive skin, eager for teasing and the feel of his wet tongue on her warm flesh. His mouth sucked on her skin, bringing forth a gasp of breath from her in both alarm and excitement. She wrapped her arms around his back, slowly at first, and then with more urgency. He felt rugged and manly, qualities she had only heard about but never before experienced.
Her first man pressed his firm lips against the pulse in her throat, and she felt the stubble on his jaw against her tender skin. So this is what a man feels like! So strong and firm, hard yet gentle all at once. Her head spun with the fever of his kisses against her throat and she stretched her head back to give him more room. Heart racing in her chest, she felt the pulsing sinews on his back through his frock coat and then, with trepidation, moved her shaking hands to his broad chest, palms exploring every inch of his luscious body. Strong arms, ripped with muscles, wrapped around her body and held her so tightly he nearly lifted her from the floor.
Stars spun before her eyes and she felt light-headed with arousal and excitement. His hands pressed against her delicate back with such force, she feared he would snap her in two. His touch stirred deep emotions in her that she both feared and relished; she wanted to give her will over to her arousal and to his desire. Her head spun in the throes of his stimulating kiss as his lips traveled from her throat to her waiting mouth. He crushed his lips against hers, taking her breath away, and her head spun in ecstasy.
As he parted her lips with his own he slipped in his tongue. At first alarmed, since she had never heard of such a kiss, she struggled against him; but in his tight grip, she was helpless to escape. His tongue explored her mouth, brushing against her teeth, and she gave into his amorous moves. He tasted of brandy and tobacco, a heady combination. Dizzy with the thrill of his touch, she pulled her head away from him when he released her pouting mouth; but she was eager to taste more of him.
“You feel so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as his lips pressed against her jaw. “May I lift your skirts? I want to see your legs.”
Once again, she nodded without speaking. She wanted to feel his hands upon her body. She’d watched him from her tower for days now, enamored of his curiosity, wondering what he looked like. She knew him from a distance, and now he was up close, touching her, arousing her. He lifted her skirts and moaned in delight at what he saw.
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