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“Happy Anniversary to Me!”
In the fall of 2023, I wondered to myself: “If I wrote erotic fiction, would anyone read it?”
So, on December 1, 2023, I joined a site that publishes literature that’s erotic. Eight days later, I published my first porn story. And as it turned out, some people actually would read what I write. And some of those readers would even enjoy what I write!
And thus began the world of Story Freya and her boyfriend, Alex (soon to be fiancé, and then husband), and their two best friends, Cynthia and Katie. And since then, a whole slew of other fun characters like Akari and Maureen, Tartura, various hippos, Cackle Chicken the amazing superhero, Adam and Oriella, and more!
Here I am, two years later, and I’ve written stories totaling around 500,000 words. This includes two novels, a dozen or so novellas, a whole bunch of short stories, poems, a kooky “Mad Libs” type thing, some blog posts, and more stuff that I’m probably forgetting. I’ve made some good online friends like Alex, Figgy, Horse, and Bassy. I hooked up with a publisher and I now have my work available for purchase. Although the sales end up being pennies per hour of time spent writing, THAT is still truly a dream come true! And on top of all those amazing things, I have a subscription site coming up. So stay tuned in to the Freya-verse for that!!
And now, as I cast my gaze into my third year of writing smut and smut-adjacent stories, I wonder what comes next for the Freya Empire.
Well, over the last few months, a couple of readers have asked how they could show me their undying appreciation for my work. Of course, purchasing a downloadable book from Bookapy is a great way!
But they’ve done that.
Sharing my links is another good way for a reader to show that they care.
They’ve done that, too.
Sending me a respectful email/message or engaging with me online is always nice. But they also do that.
One of them asked about sending me an actual real item. A token of their appreciation. A little something extra. A gift.
Of course, I was flattered! I told them that that was not necessary. But this reader was quite insistent. Politely insistent, but insistent nonetheless.
I always thought that I would write something, someone would pay for a download, and everyone would be happy. The end. I had no idea that I, little ol’ Real Life Freya, would become a thing. I mean, it seems obvious now, but I guess my self-deprecating disposition ignored the fact that readers would actually care about the real person behind the stories.
So, here we are.
I’ve forked over the few hundred bucks needed to create a way for readers to shower me with gifts and presents and anything else that they deem appropriate. With appropriate being the operative word!
Now, I’m not going to tell anyone my bra size. I’m not going to tell them what sex toys I want (none, by the way – my tastes are quite conservative in that respect). Besides, all of that is private and between my husband and me. I write erotica and that’s where the public sexy stuff ends.
I talked a good friend of my husband’s into agreeing to open a post office box in his town and then forward any mail to me. You can contact me privately for that information, but bear in mind that I’ve gone to some lengths to protect myself. The post office box is not near my actual residence, and it will not be monitored by me, so there’s no personal information to be gained by a random reader.
When I told a few readers that I would be opening a physical mailing address, they did ask what types of things would be appropriate. Now, I know that some women who dabble in the sexy side of things online have a wish list and they get lingerie and whips and chains and whatnot that they then model for their viewers. But all I do is write, and readers can just contact me online and I can write a commission for them – no need for physical mail there.
Well, although any small gift anyone would care to send would be so appreciated by me, I do have a thought. This reader really pressed for some specific ideas!
Around the same time that I embarked on my erotic fiction journey, I found a really cool and really old silver quarter. I did some online research and kind of slowly fell into coin collecting. As a neat little hobby, the change has done me good. Ba-dum-tss! Get it? Change. Coins. Ha ha!!
Aaanyyywaayyy… with about a billion different types of coins in existence (and many of them quite expensive!), I quickly decided to focus on silver coins. I think they’re pretty and they can still be found “in the wild,” as they say, like that first quarter that I found in my change.
So, silver coins would be a MUCH appreciated surprise to receive in the mail!
And the best part is that they can be found in the return slot of those coin counting machines at the supermarket for free, they can be found in change, or even just purchased outright. And many of them are under five dollars US (at the current price of silver). So, you could totally make my day for less than one of those “buy me a coffee” things! If this is something that interests you, contact me (Bluesky, Twitter, via email, or through my publisher) and I’ll be more than happy to fill you in on what to look for, as I’m sure that not many people know a lot about numismatics (that’s the fancy word for “coin stuff”!) and I can provide you with the mailing address for my friend’s P.O. Box.
Let’s celebrate my porn anniversary, everyone!!!
Thank you all so much for traveling thus far on my erotic fiction journey. I have BIG plans for the upcoming year, so be sure to stay tuned!!!
Love, Frey
My publisher wants me to write less and promote more.
My brain keeps coming up with ideas for new stories.
My editor/erotic fiction co-conspirator wants me to do whatever I feel is right.
My publisher is outvoted.
I just finished up my second “Akari Hoshinatsu Mystery.”
My first one was the Akari “setup” story. It started with a late-night phone call that Akari’s best friend had been kidnapped. Clearly, this wasn’t a situation where sex would play a big role. In the second Akari story, I made up for that! So, without further ado (and with not much else to type), here’s an excerpt from “The Case of the Framed Cleaning Lady.” This is still in development, so ignore any typos, grammatical errors, and the like.
The strap-on that they had dubbed Danny Boy, was shocking in length but absolutely fearsome in girth. When they purchased it, they had to sign a legal waiver. In triplicate.
This dildo was not for the faint of heart.
“Lie down. I’ll lube it up,” Maureen told her petite lover with the gargantuan fake dick strapped to her. Akari made herself comfortable on the bed and looked at the giant dildo sticking up in the air like an erotic sundial. Akari would have found it comical if it wasn’t borderline terrifying watching her girlfriend impale herself on the thing.
But Maureen enjoyed every insane inch of it. She described it as “delightfully torturous.”
After liberally coating Danny Boy with lube, Maureen stood up on the bed, steadying herself with her hand on one of the canopy rails. “Ready?”
“Um-hmm.”
Akari watched as Maureen positioned herself above the alarmingly large head of the dildo. The circumference of which seemed almost as big around as one of Maureen’s legs. If Akari had not seen her girlfriend’s pussy swallow the entire thing at least half a dozen times before, she wouldn’t believe it was possible.
Playing with Danny Boy was not necessarily the sexiest thing for Akari – there was virtually no physical stimulation for her during the whole process – but she did enjoy watching Maureen's enjoyment. And for all that Maureen did for Akari, sexually and otherwise, Akari could certainly afford her lover this indulgence. Actually, Akari had begun to take a bit of perverse pleasure in watching Maureen’s self-inflicted torture
Maureen let go of the overhead rail, placed her hands on her knees, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than to Akari. As she started to press her body down on the dildo, Akari steeled herself for what was to come.
Akari watched as Maureen’s pussy lips parted, then pushed inside a little before they settled in and slipped around the tip of the bulbous faux cockhead. “The worst and best part,” Maureen muttered as she used one hand to rub her exposed clitoris while pushing her hips more firmly downwards.
Akari winced internally as Maureen’s pussy went from spread open to stretched out to obscenely overextended. Akari focused on Maureen’s finger rhythmically rubbing her pushed-out clit. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It was mesmerizing.
“Mmm, mmm, ungh,” Maureen grunted as her already tormented pussy reached the limits of its ability to deform, desperately trying to accept the very welcome intruder.
Huffing, Maureen crazilly thrummed herself, spurring herself on with her middle finger. She was almost to the slight flare of the head. After that, it would be relatively easy to get the rest of the strap-on dildo inside of her willing body.
“Unng.”
She bore down a little more. Akari could feel the pressure transmitting itself through Danny Boy to her pelvis.
“Umm,” Maureen growled.
Akari watched as Maureen’s reddened outer pussy lips – her inner ones nowhere to be seen – imperceptibly worked their way down the light pink dildo while Maureen continued to flay at her clit.
Maureen almost had the rounded head inside her.
A bead of sweat ran down her nose and fell onto Akari’s bare belly.
It was almost in.
And Maureen was almost there, herself.
Just one final tiny push.
Intently, Akari watched Maureen’s face. She knew that Maureen was approaching the leading edge of her first orgasm. Akari spread her arms out across the bed and with her palms down, grasped two small handfuls of comforter, ready for that final little push that they both were getting to know so well.
But Maureen wasn’t ready for that little push.
And it wasn’t little.
With a low grunt, Akari bucked her hips upwards, burying the next couple of inches of Danny Boy into her surprised lover.
“Aaaahhhh!” Maureen howled through the burning pain as the dildo tore into her vagina. Her howl morphed into a long high-pitched moan as a blindingly intense orgasm rocked her body. Barely keeping her balance and unwilling to let the head of the dildo, finally inside her, pop back out, she clutched at her knees determined to ride through the pleasurable pain.
She finally looked down at Akari. Looked into the fiery eyes of her lover that she had so lovingly painted. Maureen looked at the giant flame-red lipsticked grin and shook her head wearily. “You motherfucking cunt.” She took two shallow breaths. “I was not ready for that.”
“I know.”
Maureen stuck a trembling hand out to Akari, and wiggled her fingers. “Hand me the lube! Hand me the lube!” Akari did and Maureen slathered more onto her inflamed pussy lips, the rest dribbling down Danny Boy’s long and thick shaft. “Fuck. That was intense.”
“That was just the beginning,” Akari commented.
Maureen nodded as she capped the bottle of strawberry lube. It was Akari’s favorite flavor. “My legs are killing me.” Maureen tossed the bottle back up by Akari’s head.
“Mrrrr,” Maureen growled as she slowly relaxed her legs and sank further down the massive chunk of rubber splitting her torso in two. Akari lustfully watched Maureen’s pussy drag itself down the dildo. Maureen paused halfway to catch her breath, then continued to the bottom, finally settling with a grunt, her thighs resting on Akari’s hips.
Akari could feel the weight of her exhausted lover as Maureen waited for her body to fully accept Danny Boy.
Maureen tenderly rubbed the slight bulge just above her belly button. “I feel like I need a couple seconds for my insides to shift around.”
“I honestly have no idea where that thing goes.”
Wiping tiny beads of sweat off of her forehead and chest, Maureen gave Akari a weak smile and rubbed her formerly concave tummy. “This scraggly body of mine can handle a lot! Danny Boy has gone where no man – or woman – has ever gone before.” She smiled at Akari. “ALL the way in.”
Maureen wiped her eyes and took another deep breath. “Alright.” She gingerly started to rub her engorged and lewdly pushed-out clit. As she found a languid rhythm, she whispered, her voice dark with animal lust, “Play with your tits, my Asian Empress.”
Akari gave Maureen a demure smile, politely lowered her eyes, and spoke one of the very few Japanese phrases that she knew.
“Hai, anata.”
Yes, my love.
She had learned it just for Maureen.
As usual, I had to end it all sweet. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, please let me know (sexyfreya1@gmail.com). Please share my work. And if you really liked it, purchase a book download. You can find my books here:
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Thank you!
Love, Frey
Akari’s best friend, Greta, has been kidnapped. At least that’s what Greta’s father believes. Akari quickly finds herself in danger, while her newest lover, Maureen, has to sit by helplessly. Will they find Greta in time? Will Akari and Maureen’s budding relationship survive the mayhem?
And so begins a new series by young, female author Freya Gersemi. So far, not a single copy has been sold at Zbookstore. Granted, it has only been a few days, but still. Will you be the first? Will you be the one to put a smile on Freya's sweet face?
Oh, did I mention that it is under $2.00? And that it is the start of a new series?
The Case of the Kidnapped Friend
Posted by her agent ahorsewithnoname
Have you ever read a sexy story and wished that those amazing experiences were happening to you?
Have you ever read ANY story and wished that you could be a part of it?
Well, stop living vicariously through everyone else!
Take your sexual stimulation into your own hands!
Reach down and grab it and let your imagination run wild!
Let’s play. Just you and me.
Or you and anyone that you and I can imagine.
I want to write YOU into a sexy story.
“Mmmm. Yes,” I whisper into your ear as you shiver from the gentle tickle of my breath. My lips brush against your neck. “Push it all the way in. But slowly. Slowly.” My nose drags against your skin as you slide in deeper. Oh, I love how you smell!
I can feel you inside me.
“Yes. Just like that. Slow,” I moan. “I want to feel everything. Every inch of you.”
As you slip in further, I groan, “Ohhh! Yes!” I can feel my erect nipples press against you. You can feel them, too. Warm and rock-hard against your chest.
“More. More,” I urge, wrapping my legs around you.
You can feel the scorching heat of my insides surrounding you. Wet and hot and heavenly soft.
I look into your eyes and you can see all of the love, all of the passion, all of the fiery lust that I have for you. You see that tiny smile that I have that always sets your heart racing. That smile that I save just for you.
As you feel my arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, you hear me ask, “Do you want to keep fucking me? Do you want to plow me until I’m just an exhausted sex-drunk ragdoll lying underneath you begging for you to stop?” And then my smile widens and you see an evil twinkle in my eye. “Or begging you to keep going?”
Well, do you?
Or do you want to grab my arms, flip me onto my stomach, and screw me in the ass?
You can be rough or you can be gentle.
You can share me with friends while I cry out for more or I can be a shy virgin hoping that you’re the one who will finally pop my cherry.
We can do anything that you want to do.
Do you want to watch me play with myself?
Do you want to shove a huge dildo into me?
I can shave and you can watch.
Do you want to kiss every inch of my body?
I can lick whipped cream off of you.
Whatever you want to do, we can do.
All you have to do is ask.
I’m here for you.
Join me in the adventure of a lifetime!!!!!!
Porn may be fun. And OnlyFans may be funner. But being right in the middle of it all is the FUNNEST!!!!
Let me put your wildest fantasies into words that you can enjoy over and over and over again.
Tell me your secret desires and let’s do this.
Shoot me an email at sexyfreya1@gmail.com. I want to make your sexiest dreams a virtual reality.
DISCLAIMER: All details of your story are to be mutually agreed upon. This includes story specifics, rate and method of payment, delivery timeframe, and any other items that may come up in our discussions. I reserve the right to refuse any story concept. But then again, everything’s for sale for the right price. Well… almost anything!!
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I will treat you with the utmost in love and respect. Please treat me the same way. Thank you.
Love, Frey
I have an editor and he’s great. He checks my spelling, grammar, verb tense, etcetera. That’s important, right?
Well, he just showed me that he’s worth his weight in gold!!
For the first time ever, I wrote a complete (10K-word) story that I just wasn’t sure worked. That’s a lot of time and effort on something I wasn’t sure would ever amount to anything! Sure I’ve worked on things and then abandoned them. Who hasn’t. But while working on them, I believed in them 100%. Until, of course, I didn’t believe in them anymore.
But this time, I was unsure right from the start.
Why did I keep working on it?
Because there was something there. I just knew it.
I can write characters that readers feel for. I can write snappy dialogue. I can certainly write sexy scenes! But a mystery? Where I needed levels of… mystery stuff? Where things all needed to add up? Where readers are going to pick every little detail apart? I may have more than my share of personal insecurities, but I never lack confidence in what I create.
So for the first time ever, I asked someone (my editor) to read a story that I wrote THAT WAS STILL IN PROGRESS! I hadn’t “signed off” on it. I NEVER let anyone read my work until it’s completed. My husband doesn’t see anything until it’s done. My creative co-workers don’t see anything until I’m finished with it. NO ONE sees ANYTHING that I create until it’s done.
Now, it would be very writerly of me to say that I sent it off to him with great trepidation. But that’s just not true. I couldn’t wait to send it off to him! To have him shoot all of the holes into it that he could! Why? Because I know that he has my work’s best interests at heart. He will read the story, comment, and the story will be so much better because of his input.
I sent it off.
Then checked my email about every hour for the rest of the day. A few times in the middle of the night. First thing in the morning. Part of me thought that maybe – just maybe – he would say my story was kind of crappy and that I should just stick with what I know. But that was only a small part of me. I knew that there was something there and I knew that he would see that, too.
That’s the trust and faith that I have in him.
Fifteen hours and forty-three minutes later, I got his assessment of my latest story.
He liked it!
And he shot holes into it from start to finish.
I haven’t started rewriting the story, yet, but I read through his comments and he’s right about most of them. A few things that he commented about were things that will make sense in future parts of this series (yeah, I was confident enough that there was something in there that warranted a series out of me), so I probably won’t change those, but he made a lot of good points.
It just goes to show how important an editor is. Even one that has sent back more than a couple stories with the comment “I have no edits.” I still want him to read everything I write before it “goes live” to the readers.
Now, of course, I can’t leave you without a little sexy teaser!!
Here’s part of the “Akari Series” that I’ve just started working on.
Akari stepped towards her, wrapped her arms around Maureen’s waist, and kissed her. Then Akari slowly lifted Maureen’s shirt up and off of her. She reached back around Maureen and unhooked her bra, slid the straps down her long arms, and released Maureen’s small but full breasts. Akari stared at them both for a moment, and then placed a tiny delicate kiss on the tip of each nipple as Maureen purred deep in her chest.
Then Akari unbuttoned and unzipped Maureen’s pants, letting them fall to the floor. Akari placed both of her hands on Maureen’s slim hips and knelt down in front of her. She gently rubbed her nose against the triangle of cotton between Maureen’s thighs, lingering for a delicious moment to enjoy the musky scent of her lover’s sex, then gave it, too, a tiny delicate kiss and stood back up.
With Akari still in her boots and Maureen just in socks, they were closer in height, but still Akari looked up while Mareen looked down and their eyes locked. Their noses touched. Their breath mingled. Without releasing each other’s gaze, Akari and Maureen worked together to wriggle Maureen’s panties down past her buttocks and then they joined the pants pooled around Maureen’s feet.
“Are you ready for your striptease,” Akari sighed into Maureen’s half-open mouth.
“Yes,” Maureen breathed into Akari’s.
Unblinking, the two girls stared into each other’s eyes. Maureen’s placid and steadfast. Akari’s deep and mysterious.
And then Maureen saw a tiny twitch in her girlfriend’s eyes and before she knew it, Maureen had been thrown back onto the bed. “I’ll be right back,” Akari told her as she ran from the room.
In anticipation, Maureen scrambled under the covers and propped herself up on a couple of pillows.
Less than a minute later, Maureen heard the clomping of workboots and then Akari trotted back into the room with her portable radio. She placed it on the dresser, searched the dial for a few moments, and finally landed on a sexy love song. She turned around with a seductive half-smile on her lips and looked at Maureen lying in bed and her smile froze. “You already started?”
Maureen grinned a toothy grin, one hand underneath the sheet and stuffed between her outstretched legs. “Yup! Now get on with the strippin’!”
I hope you enjoyed that!
Love,
Frey
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