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Everything About Epublishing
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Epublishing: A Different Way
Choosing an Epublisher
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FictionCraft
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The Publishing Biz
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So You Want to Write a Novel
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The Write Stuff
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Two Girls Kissing
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Be a Finisher ...
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Starting an Erotic Story
Exercises & Writing Prompts
Revising & Rewriting
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The Manuscript Critique
How to Submit Your Work
Reading as Craft


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For the Love of Man
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2008 Smutters Lounge

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Cooking Up A Storey
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Naughty Cookies...
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The Smut-Writer’s Holiday
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Compare and Contrast
Following the Pen
Naked at the Farmers Market
I’m Easy, But I’m No Slut
Good Girl Gone Bad
Pleasures of the Dark Side
Slow, Spare and Sexy


Get All Worked Up
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Jamie Lynn
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Free Will


Pondering Porn
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Masturbating on SSRIs
Sex and Disability
Besides Ourselves
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Sex Is All Metaphors
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Sex Is All Metaphors
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Sexual Truth
Fickle Muse
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Provocative Interviews

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On Writing Erotica

The Accidental Pornographer
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The End of Innocence
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Get Them Off in High Style
Helena Settimana

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Web Gems
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Cooking Up A Storey
by Donna George Storey


Naughty Cookies and Sugar Walls:
A Year's End Indulgence in Architecture,
Seduction, and Sensual Healing




Cooking up a Storey by Donna George Storey When I was presented with the opportunity to write a column for ERWA, I confess I was both thrilled and terrified. I knew I'd be joining the ranks of erotica's best and most experienced writers, many of them long-time inspirations for me. How could I possibly manage to write essays worthy of their company? I quickly realized that my only choice was to follow my passions. Unlike a clueless lover, readers tend to know when you're faking it.

I know there are three topics that will get me going any time or place: sex, food, and writing. In the months to come, I will humbly offer my musings on that magical ménage à trois in every lascivious combination. There will be plenty of food porn and a recipe or two for something sinfully rich or devilishly savory every month. I'll also be sharing my ideas about the creative process and the publishing business, all the sweet and bitter lessons I've learned in the past ten years since I started writing seriously. Oh, and I'll talk about sex, too. Stick around for more than five minutes and I always do!

As the year draws to a close, I thought it would be fitting to start off with a winter solstice holiday theme, namely the power of baked goods to reduce the most jaded critic of your creative work to a wobbly-kneed, drooling slave of sensual desire. See, it didn't take me long to get erotic at all, now did it? But I won't reach for your zipper just yet. Instead I'll warm you up a bit by talking about the month of December. I was born on December 31st, but that's not why I like December because New Year's Eve isn't the best time to have a birthday. (It sucks, actually.) What I like about December is the light. The quick-fading afternoon sunset, dyeing the horizon in fiery orange. The velvety purple and blue shadows of dusk. The silver stars of Orion looming in the night sky. I also look forward to a twenty-year-old holiday tradition my husband and I started back in our grad school days: baking and frosting X-rated sugar cookies (the snowman with the big boner is a favorite) late in the evening, followed by other sweet indulgences. Which is all fitting because December is the Lord of Misrule's domain, a time of magic and possibility, dreams and desires…and plenty of dessert.

But one December several years ago, even the enchantment of the light or a bite of horny snowman cookie couldn't chase back the gloom of a family crisis. My mother had died an agonizing death from a diabetes drug and my family's thwarted effort to seek justice left me wary of the fictions in our legal system and in life. My own failed attempts to tell our story to a broader public left me doubting my own supposed "way with words." I decided to take a break from all writing. It was a necessary step for me to heal perhaps, but at the time I wondered if I would ever write again.

With no deadlines or ideas for new stories swirling through my head I wasn't quite sure how I would fill the vacant December days. I wanted to do something, though, something frivolous and indulgent. I would make a gingerbread house. Not the simple, six-piece chalets I'd baked for my kids to decorate in past years, but a grand Victorian mansion that would send Martha Stewart on a two-week insomnia jag as she struggled vainly to do me one better. So I cranked up the carols and started tracing out the patterns based on a design from Steven Stellingwerf's The Gingerbread Book (sadly no longer in print). I estimated the blueprints would take an hour or so and I could start my baking therapy that afternoon. Two days and twenty pattern pieces later, I was getting the sense that my construction project might turn out to be all too similar to a real-life contracting job.

It got worse. The instructions called for me to stir up a double recipe of dough fragrant with molasses, cinnamon, and ginger. Four batches and a few more days later, my entire dining room table was covered with miniature chocolate-brown walls, roofs, chimneys and shutters. My fingers were blistered and my arms sore, but the real work had only begun. Each piece needed to be glued with a mortar of egg white and confectioner's sugar then patiently held together until the new section hardened enough to stand on its own. Six batches of mortar were followed by six more of decorative icing to add the necessary "gingerbread" flourishes. It was an orgy of beating and whipping to make the most enthusiastic BDSM aficionado wilt with exhaustion.

By then I'd abandoned any plan or expectation and gave myself over to the meditative rhythms of sifting, stirring, and slathering. My body swayed as I piped zigzag designs in snow white frosting on the tiny eaves. I hummed cheerfully as I transformed upended sugar cones into conifers with swirls of green icing. In the end my Victorian mansion had too many off-center shutters and listing candy cane porch posts to threaten Martha's supremacy as the dominatrix of edible architecture, but the sense of satisfaction I felt as I stood back and admired my "Holiday Inn" resembled rather uncannily a state of post-orgasmic bliss. (I've included a food porn photo for male readers because I know they're just here for the pictures anyway.)

Holiday InnAnd that's when the real thrills began.

I'd like to take a moment to pause and remind you of the kinds of responses you get when you share the draft of a story with your writing group, virtual or fleshly, or worse still a well-meaning friend who asks to see what you've been writing. All but the most trustworthy paragons who truly respect your sensibility will try to improve your piece with hatchet-strokes of criticism. They'll call the plot predictable, the protagonist wimpy, the sex too shocking or vanilla (a common complaint for my stories although you can't do better for your taste buds than high-quality vanilla extract, especially Mexican for cookies and Tahitian for custards). They'll tell you your experiment with second-person narrative fell flat, they hate your favorite funny image of the hero's cock as a cannon poised over a Civil War battlefield, and the story would be much better if you rewrote it exactly the way they'd have done it if it had been their idea. Don't even get me started on editors' cryptic critiques and agents' hackneyed brush-offs.

As you might have guessed by now, I was used to having my artistic children mauled by heartless critics, and so I was hesitant to expose my fledgling gingerbread mansion to the public gaze. Since it took up half the dining room table, however, I didn't have much choice.

I'm delighted to report that the reviews, dear reader, were as glowing as a house decked with Christmas lights. Everyone loved my little country hotel, man and woman, young and old. Their jaws gaped in wonder, they sighed with enchantment, their hands twitched desirously in anticipation of the eating orgy that would mark my masterpiece's inevitable January demolition. No one made snide mention of the crooked shutters. Not a soul suggested I should have used the #24 decorating tube instead of #30. There were no indignant protests that gingerbread is too coarse and spicy—vulgar even—and if I were a serious artist I would restrict myself to socially acceptable sugar cookie dough.

As the days passed and the delicious praise continued, a holiday miracle of sorts did occur. Without the cloudy distractions of careless judgment, I saw the real meaning of what I'd accomplished. I'd actually created an entire mansion with nothing but my dedication and imagination, plus a few pounds of flour and sugar and spice. And while I was happy that others were enchanted, what mattered most was that it gave me great pleasure, too.

The following week I sat down to write a story. It was about a widow who overcomes a long mourning by seducing a younger man with her special Venetian cookies. Later, "Six Layers of Sweetness" was accepted for Rachel Kramer Bussel's new anthology Sex and Candy. When I first I sat down to face the blank screen after my six-month bout of writer's block, I was a little worried I'd be rusty. To my surprise, the words came fast and easy as if I'd already done my warm-up lap. Only later did it hit me that I was actually writing my second story. My Victorian mansion had been the first, nourishing my soul and then my body with December's magic transformation of darkness into light.

And here are some recipes, if you'd like to try a little magic, too.

Gingerbread for Shamelessly Seductive Artists
(Makes enough for two small chalets and a few gingerbread men; multiply as needed for larger projects)

5 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cloves
1 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1 1/2 teaspoons ginger
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 cup transfat-free vegetable shortening
1 cup sugar
1 1/4 cups molasses
2 eggs, beaten

Preheat the oven to 350. In a large bowl, blend al dry ingredients. Melt the shortening over low heat in a small saucepan. Cool until lukewarm them pour into a medium bowl. Stir in sugar, molasses and eggs. Pour into the dry ingredients and mix thoroughly. Roll and cut and bake for 15-20 minutes until the edges are just slightly brown. Baking time depends on the size of the piece—check often.

Tips to make the experience even more pleasurable: Use fresh spices, it makes all the difference in taste.

To shape pieces more easily, roll out a portion of dough to desired thickness on parchment (thicker for support walls, thinner for roofs and details) and cut patterns with a sharp knife. Remove excess dough, then slide the parchment directly on to the cookie sheet. This prevents the pieces from stretching out of shape.

The baked pieces will spread and you'll need to trim them within a minute of removing them from the oven or the cookie hardens and it's too late to get a smooth edge. Slap the original pattern on the cookie, hold it with your left hand (preferably protected by a glove-style hot pad although a regular mitten one will do) and trim quickly with a sharp knife. Sample the trimmings as often as possible to make sure they taste okay!

(This recipe was adapted from The Gingerbread Book by Steven Stellingwerf, Rizzoli, 1991)

Mortar for the "Safe Sex" Eating Orgy Afterwards (can be doubled or tripled)

Note: This is the classic royal icing recipe. If you want to eat your gingerbread house after Christmas—and who doesn't?—it's a good idea to use pasteurized egg whites, which you can buy in the dairy case, or used powdered egg whites mixed with warm water as directed on the can.

1 egg white at room temperature (or the equivalent of powdered egg white mixed with warm water)
1 to 1 1/2 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
pinch of cream of tartar

Beat the egg white until foamy. Add cream of tartar. Gradually add the confectioners' sugar until desired consistency (closer to toothpaste for mortar, standard butter cream frosting for piping). Can be tinted with food coloring for decorative touches.

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"Cooking up a Storey" © 2007 Donna George Storey. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written


About the Author: Donna George Storey taught English in Japan and Japanese in the United States and has finally found the work of her dreams writing erotica. If you're really nice, she'll bake you a batch of her Venetian cookies, with layers of marzipan, jam and chocolate, that take a ridiculous amount of time to make and are (almost) better than sex. Her work has been published in dozens of journals and anthologies including Clean Sheets, Fishnet, Best American Erotica, Best Women's Erotica and Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica.
Her first novel, Amorous Woman--a semi-autobiographical tale of an American woman's love affair with Japan and a number of sexy men and women along the way—was published by Neon/Orion in 2007. It's currently available at Amazon UK and from her web site (DonnaGeorgeStorey.com) in the US. Stay tuned for a big US launch in June 2008.
For more of her musings on sensual pleasure and creativity stop by her blog: Sex, Food and Writing



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