Sacchi Green: Reaching Out: Wild Girls, Wild Nights Day 3: Blog Tour and Free Book Drawing

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wild Girls, Wild Nights Day 3: Blog Tour and Free Book Drawing

Welcome to Day 3 of the Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories Blog Tour!

We’ll be featuring one story a day from the book through June 22, and anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one of three free copies of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. I'll announce the winners by June 25, if not sooner, and ask for mailing info.

Most of these entries will be commentary by the writers themselves, but a few will be reviews by other writers.

Today we feature Danielle Mignon’s story, “Are You My Mommy?” but Danielle herself is hiding shyly behind a double layer of pseudonyms on this occasion, so I’m filling in.

Danielle Mignon is a lover of live theatre and photography who's been called a grammar geek and control freak. An editor of countless stories, she's moving to the foreground by putting pen to paper. Ms. Mignon is a country girl with city tastes and a unique outlook on life.

Here’s an excerpt from her story:

I never realized I wanted to be spanked until the day I called my girlfriend “Mom.”
Actually, I’d called Louisa “Mom” many times before, but always in my trademark self-reflexive mock-teenager tone. For instance, she might ask me to please eat something healthy for dinner and I might say, “Yes, Mom,” or she might comment on what a mess my apartment was and I might say, “I’ll clean it tomorrow, Mom.” It was conscious and innocuous and always, always a joke.
This “Mom” was different.
In truth, I can’t recall what I was so worked up about at the time. Something career-related, most likely. I remember Louisa sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed. I was nearly naked and standing between her thighs. My arms rested on her shoulders, my body nestled into the warm comfort of her cleavage as I whined about whatever the trouble was. She ran her hands through my hair in consolation and suddenly I said, “I don’t know what to do about it, Mom.”
I didn’t hear it until after I’d said it, and by that time, of course, I couldn’t take it back. My spine straightened, vertebrae by vertebrae, until I was standing straight as an arrow.
“Did you hear that?” I asked. “I just called you Mom.”
Louisa didn’t react at all the way I expected. She just laughed and said, “Freud would have a field day.”

If you guess that somewhere along the line a good old-fashioned spanking will indeed ensue, you guessed right.