Hello and welcome to my first February guest on Tuesday. Corbin A. Grace is a man of many talents that you’d get to know during this blog post. Apart from having discovered the formula of the perfect blurb, he can also transform copper, silver, and titanium into jewelry and poetry into prose. Today he is here to also share more about the inspiration behind his story, Schrodinger’s Cat and his upcoming anthology.
From Poem to Prose: The Origins of a Story
The erotic f/f story will be soon be published as part of the anthology Ticket to Ride: Erotic Tales of Sexual Encounters with a release date of February 16, 2017. It’s available for pre-order now. The story takes place on an airplane as things heat up between two perfect strangers, a female scientist and a younger, fidgety woman.
Some elements from my original poem remain in the story: a less-than-gallant boyfriend; an attractive, agitated woman in the middle seat. The narrator in my story is a woman however, whereas the poem’s speaker is male.
The focus of the story is eroticism. The poem is intended to be funny, with a play on the titular reference:
In the Upright Position by Corbin A. Grace
I sit stiffly at thirty-seven thousand feet
On the aisle, my shoulders scrunched,
Making space for the spritely ginger miss
With the dreaded middle seat.
Her steadfast beau, the flight crew has assured
He, if the plane goes down,
Can coolly pop the exit door.
Firmly does he fix, with ardent lover’s gaze,
A tiny HD screen from which his eyes stray not.
Peripherally I view a quirkier display:
This lass of twenty years, perhaps from flight’s frayed nerves
(Or drink that gave her wings) frenetically does fly
A jet stream all her own, with choppy inner air
Turbulent she seems.
Her motion soon beguiles, my tension melts away.
She runs her flitting hands along the seatback’s cloth.
With absent light caress, strokes lovely stockinged thighs.
This kinetic reddish fox, this tactile temptress,
With her restless back and forth
Begins to softly rub against my arm and leg
And I sit, stiff, in thirty-seven C.
Here’s an excerpt from the story “Schrodinger’s Cat” by Corbin A. Grace
The woman’s soft loose hair brushes against my shoulder. The tips briefly caress my cheek as she leans into me, having reached the apsis of her irregular orbit. I catch a lovely fresh scent, not flowery but feminine.
Should I ask her if she’s afraid to fly? My curiosity is not as strong as the need to continue feeling her light touches. I’m hyperaware. Every small contact sends a shiver through me. My nipples have tightened. I’m afraid that moving will somehow break her odd energy, ending a perfect, inexplicable prolonged series of moments. How can such casual contact seem so erotic, accidental touching so intimate?
Around us, each person exists in a discrete world: sleeping, watching TV, reading or tapping at their electronic devices. Ada and I, we’ve formed a unit. She’s an electron to my nucleus; her erratic movements a spread of possible moment around my stable center. Stability is not the right term though; the flame-haired beauty could easily and unwittingly initiate a fusion reaction in my core.
The young woman—really, I can’t go on calling her Ada—turns to face me. Her hazel eyes, looking into mine, are pleading but I don’t know the significance of their intensity. She has lovely gold flecks in her irises; honey-colored little flares that radiate outward from the striking green that surrounds her pupils. I look deep into their complexity. My mind—conditioned to thinking in terms of melanin distribution, pigment and wavelength—instead conjures descriptors more in line with romantic poetry and classical art.”
So, in the end, it may make you wonder: if the story is based on the poem, where did I get the idea for the poem. Sorry to be a tease, but a writer has to maintain a certain mystique. I’ll just let your imaginations fly away as you think about it.
Delve into the minds of nine authors and let them take you for the ride of your life into the world of sex on public transport. Whether it’s trains, planes, cars, buses, trams or ferries, a combination of confined interiors and restricted spaces leads to erotic contact and hot and steamy sex.
Entice yourself with stories of:
Trains: The constant rhythm and clatter of wheels on rails, the side-to-side motion and a sense of entrapment between stations adds a touch of spice to a new encounter; and stealing pleasure on a crowded platform just heightens the excitement. Or travel back to the splendour of the steam age to follow a detective and the thief she’s set out to capture.
Planes: The confined space of the seats necessitates unconventional solutions to comforting a fidgeting woman, particularly when things aren’t quite as they seem.
Buses: A crowded tour bus and the woman who sits between two very different groups of musicians leads to a very different experience on the ‘dividing line’. Meanwhile, eavesdropping on someone else’s erotic stories via Bluetooth during a daily ride share leads to more than just words.
Whatever your fantasy, these erotic short stories will leave you eager to plan your next journey!
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