I have the pleasure of a guest post from author Coco Gem who shares a little bit about herself...
I think one of the most interesting things about my being a writer is that I absolutely hate the writing process. I am a writer that hates writing. There is nothing more frustrating to me than writing. I love telling stories, and I love watching my characters come to life as the stories unfold, but I hate the semantics of writing. I hate that I am a perfectionist when it comes to grammar and spelling and how I arrange my words, and get so focused on how a story is written that I lose the magic of actually telling the story. I’ve asked seasoned authors how they turned off their inner critic long enough to actually tell a story and I’ve gotten some pretty interesting responses, but none of them seem to work for me. It takes a lot of energy and effort for me to sit and actually write, but the end result is always worth it.
I love telling stories of the less glamourous aspects of human existence, the parts of being alive that people avoid or ignore. Sweat is a book about women who make sexual choices, and tell the stories of how they use sexuality to soothe, satiate, and satisfy themselves and their urges. In addition to erotica, I write stories about characters who are confused, who may be suicidal, or who have experienced immense heartache or disappointment. Very rarely do my stories have happy endings, but I consider them realistic snapshots into what it means to be alive, as not every story has a happy ending. It makes me happy when I tell stories that people can relate to and can feel as they read the words.
by Coco Gem
“The Tryst” tells the story of one woman desperate for the approval of her very dominant partner and the lengths she is willing to go to in order to earn it.
“Me, Her, and Him” suggests that the best way to get over an old man is to get under a new one... especially when his gorgeous wife comes as part of the deal.
From stories of love and passion like “The Elevator” to stories of sheer carnal, insatiable desire like “Bad Girl,” Sweat chronicles the stories of women who take control of their sexuality and go after what satisfies them most—at any cost.
Excerpt from "The Tryst"
I take a swig from my flask to calm my nerves. I sit and wait a few minutes for my hands to stop shaking. Another swig. A deep breath. I close my eyes as I feel the warmth of the vodka consuming my body, and I will myself to calm down.
I am sitting in my car on this quiet side street, waiting for the butterflies in my stomach to subside. My makeup is perfectly applied, and my sexy lips are covered in bright red lipstick. My short, tight dress, under which I am wearing a red lace thong, barely covers my ass. On my feet are heels appropriate only for the bedroom or for the stage and my full breasts are straining against the thin fabric of my dress. My body is absolutely perfect, and my shaved pussy is already wet with anticipation. I refuse to lose my nerve. Tonight, I will go through with my plan. All the pieces are in place.
I examine my reflection in the rearview mirror and decide my already perfect pout needs more red lipstick. As I reach up to apply it, the 3-carat diamond in my wedding ring catches the glow of the streetlight outside, and I immediately pause. My heart, which had just slowed to its normal pace, starts racing again. I almost- ALMOST- start the car and abandon my mission.
I am the wife of one of the most prominent attorneys in our city. I am beautiful, I am charming and charismatic, I am well-educated, the very epitome of grace and class. I keep our home immaculate, and our children are well-behaved, well-mannered angels. All I have ever known is opulence. I wear my long hair perfectly styled, because it is important I remain camera ready at all times. I love the woman I am. I love my husband.
I love my life.
Tonight, however, I am preparing myself to be explored, degraded, and fucked in ways my husband could never imagine fucking me. I pull my ring off and put it in my glove compartment. I say a silent prayer that I remember to put it back on when the night is over.
I gulp from my flask again. And I wait.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
CoCo Gem was born on June 1, 1982, in Washington DC. An only child to older parents, CoCo became an avid reader at a young age, and has always had a love for words. “I didn’t have any siblings, so I found my friends in books,” CoCo says. “It wasn’t long before I’d read every book on my bookshelf and was asking for weekly library visits.” All throughout school, CoCo maintained A's in English, and she went on to major in English Arts at Hampton University. She graduated and became a high school English teacher, and, for the next 9 years, shared her love of literature and writing with high school students in Oxon Hill, Maryland.
CoCo is an avid fiction writer who tends to focus on the less explored aspects of humanity, including overwhelming sexuality, the heaviness of human emotion, and the constant battle of consciousness. She has several published short stories available for purchase on Amazon, and she continues to write and publish stories on her personal website. Sweat is CoCo’s first book. Set to release in June, Sweat is a compilation of erotic short stories and poems that explore the sexual limits of her characters and entice readers to be more exploratory in their own sexual practices.
CoCo is currently working as a freelance writer/editor and content developer, helping entrepreneurs to develop the content necessary to build their websites and promote themselves. She is also ghostwriting two novels, and is planning to collaborate with other authors in the future. CoCo has one 14-year-old son and lives in the suburbs of Washington, DC. She sees herself one day landing on the New York Times Bestseller list… if she can ever sit still long enough to write a novel of her own.
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