Today I have the pleasure of having a fellow Virginian, Jenna Jaxon, on Redheads today to talk about some research she did for 7 Days of Seduction. I give her the high five for trying. :) Enjoy!!
I can’t remember when I first saw this picture, or what I was looking for when I saw it. But it made such a strong impression on me that I decided to do some research on what I came to find out is called “wax play” in BDSM circles. It’s a little bit kinky, which is why I decided to use it as one of the “adventures” Hunter arranges for Ashley in 7 Days of Seduction. It ended up being a very fun research opportunity.
Because I’d never had molten wax poured on my body before, I decided I needed to have this experience in order to write it properly in the book. Note: this is NOT true for all my writing. But I had this sneaking desire to know what it felt like, probably because of the picture that so enthralled me. So I talked my ever-patient husband into doing a little wax play with me. We both did research, I bought candles, we arranged a time and place and so I finally found myself stretched out on the bed, awaiting the first drop with anticipation and trepidation.
Suffice it to say, the actuality of that first drop was not the sensual experience I had hoped for! It felt like my partner had plunged a hypodermic needle into my butt cheek. The sensation was gone almost immediately, but the amount of pain was not what I expected. He followed with a few more drips here and there over my back, to my yips and yelps as the hot wax hit like atomic bombs. One huge strafing run up my spine and I was done. We hadn't established a “safe word” to call a halt to the play--my husband knew when I said STOP I meant it. When writing 7 Days, however, I did have Hunter and Ashley create one as a safety precaution.
I ended up taking away more from my research than just notations to use in my book. The intimacy this experience created between my husband and I was a great boon. Such sensual shared experiences between couples leads to greater closeness--at least it did in our experience. And I was able to infuse that particular chapter with a more personal note because of it. In fact, it’s now my favorite chapter in the book.
Should you try this at home? Why not! But do some research first. Find out the different kinds of wax (next time I’m doing a soy candle--they burn at much lower temperatures). Explore different kinds of application--it’s not all about dripping! Above all, be safe.
But if you want a truly unique, sensual experience, then wax on!
Ashley Thompson had a wild time at her party last Friday night. Maybe too wild. She wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a ménage a trois with her ex-boyfriend and a gorgeous stranger. Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk. She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up–in her shower.
Hunter Hopewell intends to introduce Ash to a variety of sexual experiences he finds fun and exciting. He proposes a week long series of “colorful” encounters designed to seduce Ashley out of her kink comfort zone.
As their week of escalating pleasure intensifies, Ashley must choose to let go of her inhibitions or risk losing the best damn lover she’s ever had.
"Damn it, Sam. Why is it every time I take a shower you have to pee? Couldn't you just hold it for once? Or pee in a cup, for God's sake?"
"I'm not Sam. And I don't have to pee."
Ashley's eyes popped open and the bottle of body wash hit the tub with a loud thunk. The husky voice she'd heard on yesterday's video and in this morning's dream was richer in person. Sexier. Her heart took off like a deer after a shotgun blast. She peered at the shower door, seeing only a shadowy figure through the opaque glass. Well thank, God, for that. He couldn't see her either.
"Hello? Are you there, Ash?" The amusement in his tone brought her back to earth.
"Yeah, I'm here. And just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Hunter Hopewell. Sorry we didn't really get introduced the other night."
"No shit." Damn. The all-important name meant nothing. The spray from the shower roared in her ears and Ashley took a step toward the shower door.
"So who are you? I mean, you say Hunter Hopewell, but I don't know you. And you know me."
"Yes, I do. I've never met you, but I've been interested in you for a while now."
Despite the hot water, chills raced over her body, standing her hair on end. Oh, my God. A stalker. I've attracted a stalker. And I'm shut in a bathroom with him. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe.
"You work over in English at the university." He knew where she worked. "And I've seen you around the campus." He'd been watching her.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, shielding her body as best she could. Maybe Sam would come in.
"You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. With lots of potential."
Potential for what? Needing to breathe or pass out, she gasped in air.
"I think you should leave." Where the balls came from to utter that sentence, she had no idea.
"Why?" His voice rose an octave.
"Because you're scaring the crap out of me."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She is currently finishing revisions to Betrothal, the first book in the Time Enough to Love series. Her Georgian novel, Only Scandal Will Do, the first in a series of five interconnecting novels, was released in July 2012. Work on the second book of the series, Only Marriage Will Do, has begun. Her third full-length novel, As Long As You’re Mine, set in Victorian London and Richmond, Virginia is currently out to an agent.
Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.