Freya Gersemi: Blog

My publisher and I decided to change the cover of my “Tartura” book. And we sold a copy!! Yay!!! Either the cover change drew someone in to check it out or my last blog post helped or pushing it on social media made the sale or it was just random chance. Either way, now every one of my books for sale on Bookapy has sold at least one copy!

How exciting!!

Ah, crap. The phone lines again?

“Hello. You’re on the air.”

“Freya, how are you?”

“I’m doing great. All of my books have sold at least one copy.”

“That’s great! Congratulations.”

“Thank you so much! Did you have a question?”

“Oh, right! In your second novel, you wrote about having sex on top of a washing machine. Did that really happen in real life?”

“I write erotic fiction, honey.”

“Well, I know. But the washing machine thing was so realistic. It was in the third chapter when you were having a nervous breakdown. And that dream about the guy at the supermarket. I mean, all of that happening must have been really scary for you.”

“Yeah. But my husband was really support – hey! You’re trying to get me to talk about my personal life! What? Do you want me to tell you about what happened two nights ago when I was exhausted and my husband climbed into bed next to me and I tried to push him away, but the feel of his cock pressed against my hip was too much so I just rolled onto my back and let him have his way with me? Is that what you want me to talk about?”

“Yes, please!”

“Buy a book.”

Next caller.

“Hello. You’re on the air. Do you have a polite question for me?”

“Hey. It’s me again.”

“Seriously? How did you call back so fast?”

“Two phones.”

“And you’re not a creep?”

“Not at all.”

“Fine. What’s your question that isn’t about my personal and private love life?”

“At the end of your second novel, your husband has his dream foursome. And it sounds amazing! Does he ever get that final foursome for real?”

“Yes, he does. It’s at the start of my third – in progress – novel. All four have one final romp before Alex is off-limits for a while. But it starts with a little one-on-one fun in the shower between Alex and Cynthia.”

“Really? Can you tell us about that?”

“You know what? I’ll just pull a short excerpt out of that third novel. Hang on and let me pull it up.”

“Thank you SOOOO much!”

“Okay. Stay tuned and thanks for calling.”

So, let me dig a nice quote out of my work-in-progress third Freya and Friends novel…

Here we go.

Cynthia repositioned a little bit with her other foot, then leaned forward and slightly bent down, pushing her ass up and backwards towards Alex, and told him, “Alright. Let’s have some fun.”

Lubing up his condom-covered cock, Alex positioned it pointing directly at Cynthia’s dusky puckered asshole. Pressing lightly against her, he dribbled a little more lube directly on the juncture of cock and hole.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready,” came the enthusiastic reply.

Alex pushed against her.

“Make sure you use plenty of lube,” Cynthia advised him.

Looking down at her shiny asshole, Alex figured that maybe a little more wouldn’t hurt. He let a couple more drops fall while he gently pushed and watched as the tip of his dick started to spread her hole open. Carefully keeping himself straight and on target, he dripped a couple more drops and pushed a little bit further.

His deep concentration was interrupted when Cynthia asked him, “Hey, Al?”

He stopped and answered, “Yeah?”

“Could you do me a little favor?”

Thinking that it was a somewhat odd time to ask for a favor, he simply answered, “Yeah, Sure.”

“Squirt a whole bunch of that stuff on me and you, then could you please hold my hips for a second?”

“Okay…” Alex squeezed a good bit of lube down her wide open ass crack and then on himself.

“Put the bottle down and grab my hips, okay?”

Alex did as she asked.

“Grab me nice and tight.”

Alex did.

With an almost animalistic bellow, Cynthia pushed backwards against Alex and after a mere split second hesitation, his cock shot straight into her.

“Hold me! Hold me!” She gasped.

Unsure of whether he was holding her up or if he was holding himself up – or a lot of both – he held onto her wide hips as best as he could. If not for Cynthia’s foresight with the towel on the floor, they would have surely slipped and probably been badly hurt. Over the next few weeks, Alex would spend quite a lot of time imagining exactly what Cynthia and Katie did in the privacy of their home that warranted so much knowledge of safety precautions. But right now, he had his hands full of – and his dick deep inside of – a sexy, curvy woman.

“You okay back there?” Cynthia gasped.

Alex took a deep breath. “Yes. Uh-huh.” He couldn’t believe how she felt. Every fraction of his cock felt like it was cradled in a warm, soft cloud balanced by an unbelievably erotic, tight grip on the very base of his dick.

“Okay. Just stay right there for a minute.”

Alex could have stayed there all night.

While Cynthia caught her breath, Alex placed a hand on her lower back and felt her sphincter tighten at his touch, then felt it loosen a little as he started to caress her. “That feels so good,” she sighed.

Nice little scene, huh?

I’ve been super busy with editing my back catalog, getting stuff ready for sale, writing new things, and winning erotic fiction contests (he he!), but I PROMISE that I’ll get back to work on my third Freya and Friends novel.

But you have to promise me something. Well, a couple of things.

I’ll get the next novel out as fast as I can if you share my Bookapy links all over the place and if you rate and review any of my stories that you buy. As The Freya Empire grows, it gets easier and easier for me to carve out more time for writing, so a quick (positive!) review and sharing the links to my work will ensure that I spend more time writing and less time promoting.

And that’s not shameless begging. That’s a sincere request among friends!

Thank you so much!!

Love,

Frey

I heard from a reader, dingbatking, who first discovered my story, “Katie Saves Valentine’s Day,” from a post that I had on Bluesky. He then “jumped around a little bit here and there” and when my work was available for download on Bookapy, he bought my first novel. (Well, I don’t know if he bought “the first one,” but he bought a copy of my first book!) He told me that he wanted to support my work and that Freya and Friends are his “favorite group of characters out of anything [he’s] read.”

Feedback from readers means a lot to me. It’s important to know that I’m not just screaming into the abyss. Or just babbling to myself in this lonely world of my own making.

I was talking to my editor a few weeks ago and sharing my appreciation for all that he does. He, of course, downplayed his role, but one of the things that I pointed out is that my writing is such a lonely job. It’s just me and my imagination sitting in a room trying to figure all of this stuff out.

In my experience with other writers, it seems like many of them chat amongst themselves and share ideas and even outright collaborate. I’ve never done that. I can’t. I feel that I have a clear vision of what I want to say and I fear that any outside influence will dilute my work. Sully it. And I can’t have that. And it’s entirely a “me” thing. I just don’t work well with others.

My editor pointed out that he thinks that I prefer this lonely place.

And I do.

I love my family. They accept me and my… “quirks.” My home and my family is truly my “safe space.” Interactions with anything outside of that – or any part of the outside world entering into this place – stresses me out. A lot.

So, yeah. I like working alone. I prefer it.

But it can get lonely.

And people like my editor and readers who contact me, help make my writing world a little less lonely.

And that’s nice.

On to the topic of today’s blog post…

A few sentences back, I wrote that when I write, “it’s just me and my imagination sitting in a room trying to figure all of this stuff out.”

What is “all this stuff,” though?

It’s everything inside of me.

My writing is me.

All the joy, fear, love, hatred, uncertainty, passion, humor, depression – all of the emotions you can imagine. And probably some more that you can’t imagine. I’m cursed with a VERY vivid (and uncontrollable) imagination.

And sometimes my brain decides to write something different.

I agree with dingbatking. Freya and friends are MY favorite group of characters out of anything that I’VE read. Quite egotistical, but whatever!

But sometimes my fingers type something different.

Enter the character of Tartura. The cum vampire – or whatever she is.

I just invented her, put myself into her mind, and typed. 7,000 words later, I had a story. A reader described “Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls” as “a stream of consciousness monologue that reads like a nightmare.”

That’s about right.

Tartura, the character, is a nightmare and while I was in her head typing, it was just whatever came out.

To me, it’s a disturbing story, but ultimately one of redemption. Originally, I had it just end in the darkest place possible, but then the real Freya spoke up and I couldn’t let that happen. I still love a happy ending. Even – perhaps even more so – when it is preceded by such horror.

In my mind, “Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls” is a story about a woman tortured by addiction, abuse (sexual and emotional, childhood and adulthood), self-loathing, hatred, religion, suicide, death, the uncertainty and unfairness of life, what happens (or what doesn’t happen) after life… There is an awful lot to work through with this story.

Perhaps that’s why it’s one of my favorites.

And maybe that’s why it has been difficult for readers to appreciate.

Anyway, I just wanted to take a few minutes to share some of my thoughts on this story with you.

Thank you.

Love, Frey

Today, I continued working on a new story that I have brewing. And I thought that I would share some of it. The premise is a sexy convention where characters from various erotic fiction stories all get together for a weekend of… Well, anything! In my head, it’s sexual debauchery. But then again, everything in my head is sexual debauchery.

This story (which is actually shaping up to be a novella or maybe even a shorter novel?), but it features all four of my main characters going to this convention and getting themselves into all kinds of sexy situations. But let’s be honest. Would you expect anything less from me?

You know what? Let me introduce the characters to you. For those that have yet to read any of my main works. And shame on you!

Anyway, here we go.

First up is Freya. She’s the central character. Slightly above average height. Red hair. Hazel eyes. Curvy, but still somewhat slim. Sex addict. Has been best friends with Cynthia and Katie for almost their entire lives.

What?

Oh. The “sex addict” part?

Yup. She’s a sex addict. Barely controlled, too. It builds right from the first chapter of my first “Freya’s Sexual Adventures” book and really explodes in the second one (aptly subtitled “Freya the Sex Addict” – as an author, I am not subtle!). Fucking, sucking cock, dick up the ass, handjobs, titjobs, guys, gals, group sex – it’s almost all she thinks about.

So, yeah. That’s Freya.

Cynthia is the epitome of big, bold, and beautiful. She’s like a curvier Marilyn Monroe. Her golden amber hair shines like the sun. Her smile lights up any room she enters. Her tits are gargantuan. And she has the mind of a pervert and the mouth of a sailor.

Basically, she’s a complete hoot. I’m going to include a quote from my new story that sums her up pretty well later on in the blog post.

Next up is Katie. She’s the sweetest little girl you could ever hope to meet. She’s honest, caring, sincere, and completely in love with Cynthia. Like head-over-heels in love with her. ALL she wants in life is to make Cynthia happy. But don’t worry, it goes both ways. Cynthia would never even imagine doing anything to hurt her adorable Katie (her “Katie-bear”).

The two of them may bicker and argue over EVERYTHING, but there is always pure love between them.

And Katie’s a real tiger in bed! Cynthia certainly has her hands full with cute Katie!

That leaves us with Alex. The left out man in this foursome. Well, with a sex-addicted wife and (spoiler alert) the mutual agreement to also have sex with either of Freya’s best friends (Oh, yeah! Things get wild in the second book!), he hardly feels left out. He’s quiet as well as quietly handsome, but strong and confident and can definitely hold his own with the two strong-willed ladies in his life.

Plus, he’s the one with the cock. That helps. Even with Katie’s beloved strap-on, both Freya and Cynthia agree that there’s no real substitute for a good hard dick.

So, that’s the gang. They are a fun bunch to write for and readers have told me that they are a fun bunch to read about.

A reader recently told me that they were his “hands-down favorite fictional characters out of all the erotica he’s read.”

If only he knew the people that my characters were based on…

Anyway, I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from my current work-in-progress. I have my file named “Sex Convention(need a good title).” Suggestions are welcome!

Let me set the scene. The four friends have just stepped into the doorway to the ballroom where the Convention Meet and Greet is being held. Here’s the excerpt:

“It’s amazing,” Cynthia gasped. But she wasn’t looking at the chandeliers or the tables or even the enormous buffet table against the far wall groaning under the weight of endless, and no doubt wholly fattening, hors d'oeuvres and snacks. She was trying to take in the endless array of scantily-clad women with tits on full display. The scantily-clad men with tight asses and broad chests. Women in luxurious gowns of every description, most of them hugging their every curve as they mingled and merged. Handsome men in tuxedos, Italian leather shoes, and expensive jewelry attentively conversing with each other. All Cynthia saw was a literally mouth-watering meat-market of potential sexual conquests.

Her reverie was interrupted by Katie. “Ew. Your hand is all sweaty.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s wet,” Cynthia replied, never taking her eyes off of the feast laid out before her.

“You’re disgusting!”

Still not taking her eyes off of the sexy masses – in fact, barely even blinking – Cynthia hissed, “Shut up, bitch. This is my weekend.”

Hmmm… I wonder where this is going to lead?

(Cliffhanger ending.)

Love,

Frey

Once again I got a private message yesterday from my publisher. He really can be a nag!

But in a good way. In a great way!!

(He’ll probably read this.)

He’s awesomely awesome and my life was incomplete until he entered it!!

[Publisher: I wish I could enter her!]

But seriously, I know that he’s just trying to help me promote my books on Bookapy, so I'll be indulgent toward him. I half-assed some work prep stuff to free up some time to blog today.

Blogging is so strange. When I write a story, it’s a world unto itself. I get to make all the characters, emotions, sex – everything exactly how I want to make it. And at the end of the story, it’s complete and it exists and it’s done.

A blog is me talking to… you? No one? Anyone?

It’s like a story just exists. A whole in and of itself. A blog is like a conversation between two people (you and I) but forced into a monologue (just me).

So, I guess I’ll just start babbling and we’ll see where this all goes.

And by the way, there ARE ways that you can talk to me. On any of the sites that you see my work, there are ways to contact me. I’d love to hear from you. Especially, if you give me some ideas on what to write about in my blog!!

Well, I write erotic fiction. That’s why you’re here, right? So, I’ll talk a little about one of my more surprising sections in my first full-length book, “Freya’s Sexual Adventures: Book 1 - The Beginning.” It’s what I like to call “the accidental anal” scene.

I can hear you thinking: “Accidental anal? How the hell does that happen? What, like you didn’t see a cock sticking up and you accidentally sat on it?”

Let me explain.

Sometimes a young lady likes to have her butthole played with. It can feel extremely erotic and dirty and taboo and exciting. And all of these things add up to make it quite a turn on for her. A finger is interesting, but the head of a cock is bigger and softer to the touch. Velvety, even. And even MORE taboo. Of course, a man’s dick getting all excited can produce some lubrication, so that’s a definite plus. It also frees up the guy’s hands to play with other parts of a woman’s body.

But how would one go from a little (not so) innocent anal play to full-blown ass fucking?

I’ll let this excerpt from my first book explain that for you:

Her arms were getting tired, so she dropped down onto her elbows which pushed her ass upwards and even more spread open.

Her orgasm was building.

She felt the familiar waves begin to radiate from her pussy outwards, reaching every part of her body. She held her breath and tensed for a split second, and then the release of her orgasm exploded inside her.

And an instant later it happened.

And it happened so quickly, that even after it was done, neither of them knew exactly how it had happened.

Maybe he lost his balance when she shifted her body?

Maybe she pushed back just as he was pushing forward?

Maybe as she orgasmed, her anal sphincter muscles loosened?

Maybe all three?

Maybe more?

However it happened, it happened.

One second he was rubbing his dick against her asshole, and the next second the entire fat head of his cock was lodged inside of her asshole.

They both immediately froze in utter panic at this new development.

“What are you doing?” she screamed.

He looked down to see her asshole stretched obscenely around his cock.

“What did you do?”

“I… I...” he stammered.

“I! I!” she mocked him, her face pushed against the blanket on the floor beneath them. “You shoved your dick in my ass!”

“No. I…” Alex faltered.

“No?” She challenged him. “You didn’t? Well, it’s in there.”

He was dumbfounded.

“Well, get it out!” she yelled.

He placed a hand on her right ass cheek and started to pull backwards.

“Ow!” She screamed. “Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! It hurts! Don’t move! Don’t move!”

Alex was leaning slightly forward in the act of trying to pull his dick out of her, and when she screamed and he froze, he was barely balanced. Now, as he teetered on his knees, trying not to move, he realized that he was losing that battle.

He panicked as ever so slightly, he started to tip forward. Alarmed, he watched his dick slip about a half-inch more into her ass. Thankfully, she was so busy muttering to herself that she didn’t seem to notice.

But when he tried to regain his balance, his dick pushed a good two inches into her.

“What the fuck!” she yelled. “Don’t move!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I don’t know what to do!” he yelled back.

“Neither do I! But stop moving!”

The two of them, completely motionless like a statue representation of a page out of “The Joy of Sex,” Freya gave a dry laugh.

“You know… After the initial shock – and pain – it definitely hurt like hell going in!” She panted, “Now that it’s there… In my ass…” She paused. “It actually kind of feels good.”

And, of course this only leads to more wild sex.

So, what did you think about this little scene? Thoughts? I’d love to hear them!

And if you’ve been so kind as to purchase one of my book downloads, please do me a HUGE favor and rate it and leave a comment on the Bookapy site. It would definitely make my day. And help keep my publisher off my back!! [Publisher: Fat chance of that!]

Thank you!!!

Love,

Frey

I opened a private message yesterday from my publisher.

“Blogs? :) Sorry, I'm not trying to be a pain in the ass, just a lil reminder.”

The little smiley emoji thing doesn’t make it any better.

I already did two blog posts in the last few days. How often do people blog? Is this a full-time job?

Ugh.

So I sat down to write a blog post.

And came up with nothing. I just stared at the stupid blinking cursor.

…blink…
…blink…
…blink…
…write…
…you…
…stupid…
…bitch…

I know! I’m just as shocked as you are! I have no idea where my laptop learned such filthy language.

Then I showed that thing who’s boss and closed the… lid? Top? Whatever it is, I closed it up.

But the next blog post kept gnawing at me like a rabid nutria. Have you ever seen one of those things? And people EAT them! But then again, people eat squid. People eat bull testicles. People eat lots of strange stuff.

Anyway, it kept gnawing at me.

And I don’t want to let my publisher down, so I opened up my foul-screen-text laptop and saw another private message from him. Probably to nag me about the blog thing again.

Nope!

It seems that my second full-length novel has become available for download.

Yay!

I’ll write about that.

Oh, wait. Another message.

Wow! My sales have doubled in the last two days! And NO, my sales didn’t go from 1 to 2, ya jerks! I’ve actually sold a small handful of books. I’m still quite a ways away from being able to retire on my porn book sales, but it’s a respectable start to my writing side career.

Of course, the sexy cover image probably helped the new book. And I sold a few more copies of previous titles. I don’t want to call books that have been available for less than seven days my “back catalog.” Not yet, at least.

So, “Freya’s Sexual Adventures - Book 2: Freya the Sex Addict” is available now.

With my first book, I was just kind of careening blindly into the unknown. I hadn’t read much erotic fiction and I had NEVER written any. But I have a pretty wild imagination, so… The first book came out pretty decent, I think.

But I always had a larger story arc in mind. To oversimplify, in the first book we meet the four characters, Freya and Alex’s love grows, Cynthia and Katie’s love grows, and that book ends where Freya and Alex get married and the four buy a two-family house together.

I wonder what could happen with four sexy young adults living together? Oh, and the main character, Freya (of course!), has a growing sex addiction that they all need to deal with. Sexy shenanigans on the horizon? For sure!

And this second novel (that still sounds so weird – I wrote a novel! Well, two!!), but the second novel is even LONGER than my first. But all the crazy sexual addiction stories needed all of those extra words!!

At over 100K words, my calculator says that works out to… a mere… “4.97299236610E-5”... uh... something… um… “millicents”(?) per word. I don't know what that strange number means, but I think it broke my calculator!!

Okay. I just did an internet search for “E-5” and it tells me that it’s something 10 to the power of -5. Or something. I don’t think that I’m very good with math stuff.

So, (perhaps?) my latest book costs you only $0.000049729923661 USD per word.

Let’s go with that.

What a bargain!!!

I don’t know what else to write and my dog is looking at me like he really needs to pee.

When I think of something more interesting than math to discuss, I’ll post another blog thingie.

Have a wonderful day!!