I'll summarize it for anyone who doesn't want to click over. The Bottoms in Love originally published last year by OC Press of Oysters and Chocolate was conceived as a flash fiction idea. A man stops in the middle of spanking his wife to make her promise she'll give him a good turn next. "Yes, I promise! Just please spank me!" It sounded like something that would turn out well as a 500 word story. I planned to enter the home of a couple, pictures of their kids on the walls, and show somehow that these were rare opportunities for them to indulge in power exchange. Then describe a man giving a sexy punishment to his wife, letting it go on just long enough to make it seem like an enjoyable maledom scene before delivering the surprise twist ending.
That story sat on the back burner while I worked on something else. Then I opened, instead, with where Bottoms in Love opens now, with Carter and Lindsey enjoying a rare night out with the kids at Lindsey's parents'. They flip a dime, and Carter loses and has to dominate his wife. Just for fun, I began the story with Carter losing for the fourth time in a row, which leaves him just a touch whiny (okay, maybe more than a touch) as he gets started on their drive home.
I
was happy with the story. I never felt anything was missing. The mystery of
just how these couple of bottoms ended up married played nicely in the
background. But that dynamic played out to the extent that I was playing with
it. An opening scene came to mind of Lindsey exhausting Carter with her
submissive desires, early in their courtship. Carter was spanking her nightly
and getting blowjobs, but how much of that was he supposed to take? Not until
he set dumping her in motion did he realize what he really wanted was a turn!
I
intended to follow that moment with them working out the rotation of submitting
to each other. Expecting to end the prequel with them celebrating their
compromise over dinner and picking out from their change a shiny dime. Again,
that stayed on the back burner while I worked on other things. Then OC Press
and Oysters and Chocolate decided to move on and released their titles to the
authors. OC Press had gotten Bottoms in Love to readers, which is something I'm
always tremendously grateful to publishers for, so that was upsetting news, but
Sharazade wanted to republish it at 1001 Nights Press. I told her about the
prequel idea and then, in the email, mentioned moving the prequel scenes into
Bottoms in Love as back story. My musings on just how those scenes would fit
together were so vivid, I recall joking in the email that I guessed I'd started
writing it!
Which
puts me in a strange place, I suppose. Because I'm super excited for this
latest and longest version of Bottoms in Love to go out to readers; although I
still think the original version worked nicely, I guess I reached a point where
that untold back story got so compelling, I felt compelled to tell it. (A part
of me still longs for that 500 word flash fiction story that never came to be,
so I suppose writers are just hard to please.) Here's a bit from Carter's POV:
“We need to
talk. I don’t think I can do this.”
Lindsey’s bowed
head lifted. Her downward gaze sharpened and pointed up at him. “Stop. Get my
clothes.” She turned to the side and raised an arm to cover her breasts. Carter
sat up. He rose and scampered off, gathering her clothing. He touched the
balled up fabric softly to her back shoulder. She pulled it over. “If I am
going to get dumped, I want it to happen while I’m dressed.”
“No one’s
getting dumped.” Carter glanced at Lindsey’s naked back before turning around
to let her dress privately. “I just don’t think... I don’t see why... I
mean...”
He could hear
her clothes coming on, faster than they’d come off. The hurried sound of limbs
fighting roughly through folds. She sat and her shoes lifted off the floor.
Carter turned. “Wait,” he said.
Lindsey looked
up at him, no longer hurt. She looked angry and determined.
“It just seems like
I should get a turn.”
“Oh, is that
what this is about?” Lindsey shifted back slightly on the couch. Carter felt
instantly vulnerable standing over her calm form. “You want a turn?”
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