For The Very First Time, Once Again, With Prizes

In a fortnight’s time, I’ll be heading the to the Manchester Author Event. It’s the first one of these I have done, though I have done quite a lot of things, and it made me think a little about first times for everything.

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No, this isn’t going to be a post about the first fuck, or the first orgasm because, yeah, well, mine are not that interesting. The first time ¬†I went to a festish club is probably a story for another time, as well…

The first time I put a stall up and sold stuff at a fetish event was in 1995. I got stung by a wasp and shagged a Scotsman, but neither of those were firsts for me. OK, I had  previously snogged a Scotsman, and indeed fallen foul of a wasp, but not on the same day, and not when I was selling books.

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The first novel I had published was in 1993. It was a ‘novel-length story’ in magazine format; the first actual novel was The Switch. The first Erotica show at Earls’ Court was genuinely mindbending – an event about sex that wasn’t underground, borderline illegal or crap.

This event looks like it’s going to be awesome as well, so come along, if you’re able to.

And, whether or not you can make it, here’s a little giveaway: One free signed copy of Sticky Fingers and Warm Leatherette plus a Dirty Sexy Words pen is available for whoever gives the best answer to the following question:

 

What was the first sexy bit of fiction that got you going? It doesn’t have to be something identified as erotica, just something that did it for you (mine was Lair by James Herbert, where the main characters take some time off from battling giant rats to have a shag…). Most interesting and justifiable answer wins. Enter by commenting.

 

This is a blog hop, so if you want to win something else try the next one

 

2 Responses to “For The Very First Time, Once Again, With Prizes”

  1. MJ Symmonds

    I read a book quite a few years ago about a man who kept a woman locked up in his house naked while he went out to work the fields. Then he would come home and take her with his “tower of granite”. I can’t remember the name or author.

    Reply
    • Zak Jane Keir

      It doesn’t ring any bells with me, either. Anyone else know?

      Reply

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