Lots of fun stuff has been happening over the past few weeks…my e-books are selling nicely and I’ve been getting a lot of positive feedback from readers etc.  But I’ve noticed something that’s kind of a problem.  When one googles ‘violet williams erotica’ you kind of get a clusterfuck of randomness.  Also, I want to kind of have a more versatile blog that can kind of piggyback as a website too and unfortch, that just ain’t Tumblr.

I’m not leaving though!  With all of the really, really hot pics that you guys post (I’m looking at you beautyincolor and gvalentinoball), it’s impossible for a girl to stay away.

But for those keeping up with/interested in my erotica, you can follow more (hopefully) regular postings about my work at http://violetwilliamserotica.wordpress.com

I’m off to a comedy show…have a gn yall!

i like my body when it is with your
body.  It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss,  i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

-e.e. cummings

There is something unnaturally hot about imagining two razor sharp fangs sinking in the tender flesh of my neck.

I said it.

I’m a total fangbanger.

I devour pretty much all things undead-related…from Buffy to Twilight.  I have my preferences sure…I like my vampires heartbreakingly existential and philosophical a la Louis from Anne Rice’s Interview With The Vampire.  It’s hot.

But sappily smooching me in a bed, in the woods, as snow falls around us, just ain’t.

True Blood 4x08 | Spellbound | #11 Sookie & Eric… by Stephanie_Weaver

I must be the only one on Earth that thinks that this season of True Blood sucks and SO not in the good way.   The book this season is based on, Dead to the World, was one of my favorites.  It had spunk!  It had memory loss!  It had sex (duh)!  But Alan Ball & Co. have taken everything that I held dear and used to keep me sopping wet, losing sleep and turning pages and turned it into a hot. mess.

I’m still watching because I’m a junkie, but I spent last night’s eppy glancing at my watch and face palming the entire time.

Blech.