19 March 2015

A real kinky writer... Introducing Keith Anderson!

Some of you may have read my recent rant about writing what you're passionate about, in which I shared my opinion that the best erotic writers either live - or at least fantasise about - their kinky subject matter.

I also happen to think that there aren't nearly enough male authors in our genre... but that's a subject for another day.

Imagine my delight, therefore, when the amazing Maren Smith discovered a fresh, male, genuinely kinky talent, and asked me to interview him. For once, I did not need to be told twice.

His name is Keith Anderson, and I've since discovered that we have a lot in common... especially our sense of humour. From Terry Pratchett to Dave Barry to Douglas Adams, we enjoy the same authors.
However, this isn't a blog about writing comedy... it's about writing stories that have you squirming in your seat. And in this, too, Mr. Anderson is obviously very talented. He's here to promote "Pretty When You Cry", an anthology of short, hot stories now available on Amazon. So without further ado, here is my interview with him...



How did you become involved in reading/writing spanking/erotic romance?
I've been writing since I was young, mainly humorous observational pieces, my main influences at the time were Dave Barry and Douglas Adams (which still creep into my stories from time to time). When I got involved with BDSM around 2000, my writing interests followed and the first real piece of erotica I wrote was “The Game”, which was written around 2006 and is included in “Pretty When You Cry”.  I always thought getting published and making any money at this was just a pipe dream, but then I met Maren Smith.  She really liked my stories and has been a huge support for me.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Well, its a collection of my best short stories and I enjoy the short form because it allows me to explore different situations and characters without feeling I have to hang around them for long.  Just enough to tell a story and then get out!

What was the hardest part of writing this book? 
… and the painful thing about short form is that you're coninually starting from scratch with each story.  So its new characters, with new back stories and new enviroments.  Two of my stories concern a character named Jax who will also be featured in my upcoming novel, “Kinky in Flatland”, so that made it a little easier!

What do you like to read in your free time?
I read a lot of mysteries by Lawrence Block, science fiction by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Good Omens is one of my favorite books, right behind Hitchhikers' Guide to the Universe!).  I also have gotten into reading Anais Nin and have been reading some collections of erotica put together by Susie Bright.

What projects are you working on at the present? Include a snippet if you like.
My current project is my first novel, which I am very excited and very nervous about!  It’s called Kinky in Flatland and tells the love story between Jax and Holly, two people who happen to be in the subculture of BDSM.  Jax is an old hand in the scene and Holly is a neophyte, each with their requisite baggage of issues in the past.  Can old girlfriends, intrepid reporters and personal failings get in the way of these two living happily ever after?  I started formulating the story when I was getting tired of whenever BDSM was on any TV show, it involved a chalk outline.  So instead, I just wanted to tell a love story between two people who were active in the scene.  

My second objective is that I wanted to remove the lifestyle from the trendy coasts or other fashionable hot spots.  My story takes place in the Great Plains (which is why its called, “Kinky in Flatland”) and I wanted the characters to be believable real people, people you could really see living just two doors down from where you live.  Because to be honest, that’s probably what’s happening anyway! 

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter of Holly's experience at her first BDSM munch.



After the class news, Brandon started a 50/50 raffle and then stepped down so members could mingle, buy tickets and sign up for the playparty after the munch.  Both she and Anna had agreed they would sit out the playparty the first time.  After the others had gone to mingle and Anna excused herself to go to the bathroom, Holly was alone at the table.
After a while a voice to her left said, “Hello.”
She looked up and saw him.  She couldn't help but smile softly.  He was tall and dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt.  He had an easy-going confidence about him.  No alpha arrogance, but no passivity either.  He had a gravitas about him that solidly made his presence known.
“Hi,” she said.
“I just noticed you were sitting by yourself and wondered if you wanted some company.”
“Sure.”
He sat in the chair next to her and held out his hand.
“My name is Jax.”
“Mine is Holly,” she smiled, shaking his hand. His grasp was firm, but not suffocating.
“Is this your first time? I don't think I've seen you here before.”
“Yes, first timer...Have you been coming here long?”
“I've known Brandon since before the group started, so yeah, been here since the beginning.”
“Could I ask you a question?” Holly asked, hesitantly.
“Of course, you can ask me anything.””
“What are the playparties like?”
Jax thought for a bit.  “Well, you know how it is in the porn novels and videos, where its all just one bacchanalian orgy free-for-all?
“Yeah?”
“It's nothing like that.” Jax smiled.
Holly stifled a giggle.
“Everything connected to BDSM play is pre-negotiated, everything is consensual.”
Holly nodded. “I'd done some reading online, consensuality was stressed very strongly.”
“Yes, as far as I’m concerned, consensuality is the one thing that separates BDSM from abuse.”
“I understand that, but knowing what’s going to happen, because its been pre-negotiated...doesn't that kill any spontaneity?  It makes it sound kinda clinical.”
Jax nodded.  “I can understand that.  Let me tell you a story of a scene I did at the last playparty.  I'll leave out names, confidentiality is also a very important concept in the community.  I had been talking to a woman in the group for a few weeks and she wanted to try a caning.  She was fairly new and had only a few spanking scenes.  So we discussed ways we could make this happen and how it would work best for her.  Because caning can be a bit intense.
“The evening came around that we were to play and I could tell she was a bit nervous. So, I had her take a few deep breaths and then kneel on the spanking bench.  She was down to her panties and I just gave a good brief massage on her ass, to help her relax, which is very important.  If you're tense or nervous, you won't be able to process the pain, but if you're relaxed, its much easier to take in the sensations.
“After the massage, a light spank and then a rub on the spot I just spanked.  Spank, then rub, spank and rub.  Then you get to the point, where the spanks are getting harder and the rubs are coming less.  The blood is starting to work its way to the surface and her ass was getting to be a nice faint reddish tint to it.
Holly nodded, glancing at his hands, imagining how one would cover one of her ass cheeks and how it would feel on impact and she felt her face flush red.  She also noticed she was biting her lip and stopped.
“After that I took out my tawse, do you know what a tawse is?”
“Is that the twin leather straps attached to a handle?  I think I saw a picture of one.”
“Exactly, very good.”  Jax smiled.  “I took out my tawse and rubbed it for awhile on her pink cheeks, the rough leather sliding against her hot sensitive skin and then reared back my hand and slapped her ass good.  She startled just slightly, which was I wanted, that meant she was taking it well.  I must've worked on her with that tawse for a good ten to fifteen minutes, first soft slaps and then harder, by the end I had worked up a bit of a sweat and her ass was a very nice cherry red and gotten some nice bruises.”
Jax smiled as Holly adjusted slightly in her seat, leaning closer.  She had been thinking about leather slapping her skin and noticed she had been squirming a little in her chair for a bit.  Now she wondered if he was smiling at her or the memory of the scene.
“I put the tawse down, stepped so I stood behind her ass and knelt down.  Then I took my fingers, claw-like,” he said, mimicking the motion, “and raked them down her ass cheeks, hard down her very sensitive, very red skin.”
He took a moment to relish the moment, and Holly instinctively parted her legs slightly.  She had given up trying to hide the fact that she was biting her lip.
'You know how a cat, when you go to stroke it, will get up on its haunches and arch its back?” Jax asked.
Holly nodded, as nonchalantly as possible, her fingers stroking her arm.
“That's what she did.  I raked my fingernails down her cheeks and she just arched her back like a cat and took it so very well.”
He seemed lost in his memory, as he smiled, “A woman arching her back is never not sexy.”
Holly smiled and blushed.
“It was a wonderful reaction.  I stood back up and grabbed my cane.  I tapped it lightly against her ass a few times, to let her know what I had switched to.  And then I reared back and gave a medium rap.  She lurched a bit, but kept her head down, and wasn't exercising her safe word.  I tapped some more and then gave her another one, slightly harder.  She craned her head a bit, and heard her gasp, so lovely.  She clenched her hands and put her head back down, bearing down for another.  To be honest, at this point, it was hard to keep the smile off my face.”
Holly nodded, very aware of her own heartbeat.  She suddenly shivered, as if shaking off something old, to be replaced by something new.
“I gave her one more, not too much harder than the last and got a real forced exhale and a very nice moan. She bore down for another, but at this point, I stopped.”
“Why?” Holly asked, slightly disappointed.
“She probably could have taken more,  but I'm a firm believer that if it's someone's first time, you shouldn't overdo it.  You don't want to send them running for the hills, you just want to give them a taste, so they come back for more,” he smiled.
“Wow,” she smiled back, “sounds like daddy loves his work”
Jax laughed. “Yes, indeed. But here's the thing.  She knew everything that was going to happen.  The massage, the light spanks, the rubs, the harder spanks, the sensation play, the tawsing and then the cane, she knew it all because we had talked about it.  And she enjoyed it immensely.  Because, I'll admit, pre-negotiation might kill some of the spontaneity,” he leaned in close, ”what it adds is anticipation.  You know its coming and you're just waiting for it to happen.”

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In order to prevent this from becoming too long a blog entry, I will share another yummy excerpt - this time from - "Pretty When You Cry" in a separate post. 

And if you (justifiably) want to start stalking Keith, here's how...



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