Yesterday I had the lovely Incy Black sharing her wisdom on those love scenes, and it’s fantastic. I did wonder though, what about sex way back when it wasn’t as forward and out there as it is now. What was it like for a woman, or a man, who didn’t have sex slapped in their face whenever they walked down the street and saw a billboard, or flicked on the TV and saw an advertisement? Did they see it as a duty, a necessity to creating a child, or for the simple (albeit dangerous since there was no protection) pleasure of the act.
So today Shehanne Moore has been kind enough to lend me her Captain James Flint from The Unraveling of Lady Fury to shed some light on the matter. I do appreciate him popping over, but I’m going to keep it zipped because Fury scares me a little.
Take it away Flint...
While I can’t tell you the nice change it is being asked along here today in place of my worst half Fury—it was bound to happen, that you’d prefer me eventually—first up I want to thank Aimee here for thinking of me. And not just for the blog either.
But, being as I want her keeping that pretty little face of hers, I’m not going to say. No, what I’m going to do, to try to anyway this being sex week here’n all, is to answer that age-old question... How to please a woman in bed?
See, this probably sounds easy for me, when you get described like as having hands of velvet and a body of silk. ‘He knew how to please and he enjoyed being pleased.’ And I suppose I really should have taken it as a compliment that I got all these rules slapped on me cos a certain someone didn’t want pleased. And I guess I am kind of naturally hot and horny. So I just bet you’re thinking all the dirty things I can get up to. And now I’m going to list fifteen of them.
Well I could. I could give you this tip and that little tip too. Sexy ways to move and all. Particular levels of lighting, aphrodisiac foods, how you should smell good too. Way I see it though is that you want to satisfy a woman in bed, you got to pamper her a little. Even if it’s a quickie she has to know she’s so desirable, you just can’t help yourself. Okay, so that sounds little sexist. Maybe even a little selfish, which really, you want to know how to really satisfy a woman, you should never be.
See, a woman is fundamentally different from a man that way. We can get aroused faster. In fact we can get aroused over damn near anything. So a woman needs to know from the outset, she’s not getting all lathered up for nothing. This is going to be worth the ride, that she is going to be taken complete care of. Nothing rushed. Nothing fumbled. Just pure enjoyment for her.
Now, which of you sexy ladies out there is gonna disagree with that?
About the author: Captain James Flint Blackmoore is the son of a midwife-whore from Savannah. Despite the fact he never had a father, bastard is not the word Lady Fury would use to describe him. Skunk neither.
He spent years sailing the Caribbean, where he was a much feared privateer who once offered the chance of walking the plank or getting into his bed, an action his creator, Shehanne Moore almost had trouble getting past the copy editors, although he did at least let Lady Fury eat supper first.
As an indentured servant, Flint spent some time in Genoa, masquerading as his own cabin boy. He loves boats, sailing, plundering, rum, callaloo and despite it all, a certain woman.
He is the fictional creation of author Shehanne Moore.
Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching…
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.
Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…