Please welcome my guest blogger Katherine Wyvern with Woman as a Foreign Language.
Dear Elena,
Thank you so much for having me on your blog
today with my new release, Woman as a Foreign Language.
I am especially attached to this book, in part
because it came out almost compulsively after a very, very long writer’s block
and it feels to me as if I have found again a piece of myself that I had lost.
I always wrote stories since I can remember (although only a few of them are
published!) and it was really strange and depressing going through almost four
years without writing a word!
The other reason why I love this story so much
is that there are many autobiographical elements in it, and it was cathartic
and liberating to write it. There is this beautiful quote by Natalie Goldberg
that I saw recently floating around Facebook that goes, “Write what disturbs
you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing
to be split open.” Truly, that is how I feel about this story.
It is the tale of a girl who is not able to
express her feminine side, and of a man who is extremely good at it. It is
meltingly tender in places, and edgy and hot in others, and I hope you like it
as much as I do!
Blurb:
What do you do when
the woman you want to be … is a man?
Nina’s abusive
childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than
combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy.
But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her
cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an
overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
Julia/n has not only
a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he
wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns
from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for
each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole
conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true,
unique, and beautiful selves.
Excerpt:
“Well, are we going out this evening or what?” asked Julia, seeing Nina sitting down still
naked on the bed.
“Oh, it will take me two minutes to get
ready,” said Nina, smiling up at her. “I am not such a woman as you,” she
added, grinning impishly.
“Oh, indeed?” said Julia, and pinched her nose
in passing, then went to the wardrobe to fish out some stockings, a pocket bra
and breast forms. Boobs were invariably the first thing. She liked her body
well enough, as a man or a woman, except for that flat chest. A girl should
have tits, and a boy should have some muscle at least, but somehow, she had
failed to achieve either. The sweet, soft, bouncy weight of the breast forms
immediately made her feel better about herself. Stockings were always the next
thing. Her legs were as smooth as silk in any case, but the sleek feel of
stockings on them was almost an aphrodisiac. Time was, long ago, when she was
much, much younger, when just wearing a pair of stockings would give her a
hard-on. She was not such a green horn anymore, luckily, because the last thing
she needed right now was an erection.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling
mirror, and pulled on her gaff half the way. She gently maneuvered her
testicles back up to where they were before they dropped (if only they had stayed there, she thought despondently, and not
for the first time), then gave her empty scrotum a slight twist and pushed it
down and back towards her buttocks. She was on the point of tucking her penis
down and under the same way (if she laid them side by side, they looked every
bit like labia through her gaff … et
voilà, instant pussy… more or less), when she caught sight of Nina’s eyes.
Nina was still sitting on the bed, still naked, and gazing at her with those
gorgeous gipsy eyes, studying everything Julia did and every inch of her body.
Julia threw a look at her own lean, white figure in the mirror. She was
standing with a hand between her legs and her gaff askew, half way between her
knees and her hips, which felt somewhat less than graceful and dignified, and she
wondered what Nina was seeing that was so entrancing.
“What?” she asked, smiling.
“Nothing. I did wonder where they went, when … you know.”
Julia grinned. “They don’t go very far, worry not.”
Nina stretched herself long, like a happy cat,
still gazing hungrily at her, eating her with her eyes.
And suddenly Julia stiffened. “Oh dear,” she
said.
“What?” asked Nina, in a somewhat comical echo
of what Julia had said less than a minute earlier.
“Er … ahem. Stop looking at me. Just don’t. I
can’t tuck it with a hard-on!”
Nina covered her face with her hands, vainly
trying to suppress a fit of laughter. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!”
Julia was laughing too by now. It was
hopeless. She let the whole lot hang out again and took two short steps to the
bed (the gaff half-way up made it impossible to step out properly). She kneeled
on the bed and started tickling Nina’s feet, the back of her knees and her
sides.
“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t,” Nina repeated,
between peals of laughter.
“Ah, but you were thinking, don’t deny that you were thinking.”
“Ok, ok, maybe I was, a little bit, please
stop, stop, please!” Nina turned on her side, and curled up in a tight ball,
still shaking with laughter. Julia stopped tickling her and pushed her on her
belly, wiggled out of the gaff, then straddled Nina’s small buttocks and leaned
down to nuzzle her neck and the back of her head.
“What were you thinking, you imp? Mh? What
were you thinking?”
She bit gently into Nina’s earlobe and kissed
her cheek. Nina smiled beatifically.
“That you are an elf, an angel, a goddess.”
“A female-female
she-goddess? Really, with all this embarrassment hanging out all over the
place like this?”
She let her cock and her smooth, smooth balls
brush Nina’s buttocks, smiled and kissed her again.
“Always. You will always be a goddess to me,”
murmured Nina, drinking in the kisses, her eyes closed. Her hand searched for
Julia’s hand, their fingers wove together of their own accord, and Nina drew
the hand closer to kiss Julia’s fingertips one by one, adoringly. Julia smiled
and pressed her breasts down on Nina’s back, rubbing them gently on her
shoulder blades.
She kissed Nina again and again, on her
temple, cheek, eyelid, nose, the corner of her mouth. She was so precious.
Sleek, small-boned, but fierce and sharp, like a bird of prey, hooded and
caged, but never quite tamed. And I have
set you free, and you chose to fly to me.
“I love you. Darling,” she whispered in her
ear, in her huskiest, deepest voice, and Nina shuddered all over while her
spine gave a twist, as Julia knew it
would. Nina turned under her, to hug her and draw her body down. Julia moved
her knees within Nina’s legs, and just like that, without any difficulty, her
untimely erection found a place to go.
So wet. How can you become so wet just by looking at me? What do you see
that nobody else ever saw? What do you see that even I don’t see? Julia
sank her face in Nina’s neck, to kiss her, bite her, whisper in her ear, yes, oh yes, whisper and murmur and cajole,
until my voice will make you melt, my
love, my love, my love.
You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my
website, here:
And of course you can download the beginning
of the story for free from Amazon!
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Katherine. :)
Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.
