Monday, December 3, 2012
Sable's Interview with the FABULOUS Ciara Ryan
Just about the only place you're sure to find Ciara, is at Churchill Downs on the first Saturday in May, a tradition she never misses. A small town girl from Bliss, Kentucky, Ciara is a country girl with city sensibilities. With a bit of luck and some savvy investing advice from her uncle, Ciara was able to parlay the profits from years spent as a child model into a future for herself, one that included graduating a proud Wildcat and opening up her own freelance photography business. Whether she's taking pictures of the wildlife in her home state, or snapping shots of the runway in Milan, Ciara always has a story in her head that needs to be told. Her only requirements to write are a cashmere sweater, a glass of wine and your willingness to be seduced by her words.
AND NOW FOR THE INTERVIEW
Sable: Tell me about the series that you have written?
Ciara: I've got three series' out right now. The first series is called But I Need This Job. I don't think I have to explain it too much with a title like that, but I'll tell you what inspired it and that should explain it. I had this crappy job at an office when I was 19. I hated it, the only reason I stayed there was because my boss was this uberhunk that made me pulsate with desire. He knew all the girls at the office wanted him but he wasn't a dick when he could have been. He was sweet and nice to everyone no matter what. Well, one day I screwed up huge. A shipment was supposed to go out and I forgot to do the paperwork or something, like I said, I didn't like the job, I only stayed because of him. Long story short, he calls me into his office at the end of the work day. Okay, this is devolving into one of my stories so I'll keep it short. Anyways, he calls me in and tells me he has to fire me and the entire time I'm thinking, "oh my God, I hate this job, but I would so offer to sleep with him to keep it", and that's where the title and concept came from. It's the first series I wrote when I was planning on self-publishing, so maybe it's not my best work, but it's sort of like my first time having sex, it might not have been that good, but it'll always be my favourite.
The second series I have is called All Access Pass. Is there a female out there who doesn't have a fantasy about bedding a rockstar? Nuff said.
The third series and my personal favourite is Classroom Confessions. This is eight steamy shorts about naughty encounters with teachers. Allow me to tweak my comment about my All Access Pass series: Is there a female out there who doesn't have a fantasy about bedding a teacher? There's the lucky girl who runs into a former teacher she had a crush on and, well, you know. There's also a pretty heated encounter between a TA and a teacher in a barn during a field trip. I won't spoil it for you, but there's a lot scorching stories in it. It's the most recent series I've written and not to pat myself on the back too much, but I think you can see how I've grown as a writer and damn if there isn't some of my absolute hottest encounters to date. As much as the But I Need This Job series is and probably will always be my favourite because it was my first, I think Classroom Confessions is how I'd like to be measured, at least so far.
Sable: What do you have in mind for your next book?
Ciara: I actually met a new friend online the other day. She's a bartender in Vegas and very sexy to talk to. We were talking and she told me about a cute guy who came into her bar the other night and I found myself asking this question: Have you ever wanted to hookup with a customer? As you might imagine, this led to quite the animated conversation and it gave me the idea for my next series. I'm thinking about writing a series of stories about bartenders hooking up with patrons. You know. "Hey. I'm off in an hour, why don't you stick around for a drink after the bar closes?" That sentence sends my naughty brain off into a thousand different directions, but it eventually comes back to sex on the pool table. Do you play, Sable?
Sable: I can handle a cue. And I love to play with the balls.
Ciara: And now my brain is off and running again.
Sable: Which would be easier - give up internet for a month or sex for a month?
Ciara: Sex for sure. I'm a self-confessed clothes whore and as much as I love spending a day at the mall, I spend hours online shopping. I gave Andy, the UPS guy, a box of chocolates and a card for Christmas last year, that's how often he delivers to my house. Don't tell my mom this, but I love betting on the horses online. I know I shouldn't but it's one of my guilty pleasures. I'll pull up the live feeds and put down a couple bucks on the fourth race at Aqueduct or Hollywood Park. A guy I liked in high school was way into gambling online and he taught me all about it. It's such a rush. My uncle will kill me if he sees this. Do you ever go to the track? It's so thrilling to feel the ground shake when the horses rush past you. All that power makes my body tingle sometimes.
Sable: I grew up around horses, but I don't go to the track.
Ciara: That is going to change. I'm taking you and we're gonna wear fancy, ridiculously-expensive hats and have a blast.
Sable: I can't wait. Which reality show would you like to be on?
Ciara: I can tell you which show I wouldn't like to be on. America's Next Top Model. I modeled a bit when I was younger and I will I tell you something. I do NOT miss doing it. All the bitchiness, the backbiting and catty drama is not worth it. Which one would I like to be on? Hmmmmmm. I guess since there is no such thing as "reality" television, I'd choose one of those dating shows, maybe the Bachelor. No, wait. The Bachelorette would be better. That way I'm in control. What girl wouldn't want all those hunky guys fighting over her while you jet across the globe? Hot springs in Sweden with a group of six-packs, I mean, men all around you. Dinner under the Eiffel Tower, just you and Mr. Sparkly Smile. *Swoon*. A girl can dream can't she?
Sable: What is your favorite sexual position?
Ciara: Sable! You know I'm shy about sex. HA! I almost said that with a straight face. Wow, this is a tough question to answer isn't it. What's yours?
Sable: Oh my goodness! You would ask me that, well I love missionary because I can cum quicker that way, but I also love the intense up against the wall feeling and I’ll tilt up my bottom to one particular guy anytime.
Ciara: Damn. See, now I love those, too. I guess if you had a gun to my head, I'd pick on top. Oh God, this is such a hard question to answer. I love how intense missionary can be when your eyes meet, and I must admit that I'm a girl through and through; I love it from behind, my hair being pulled. Is it getting hot in here? Maybe you should give me a minute...No, wait. Better yet. Stay...You do a lot of walking don't you?
Sable: I run regularly.
Ciara: Yeah, I could tell when you walked in. Your ass is fabulous. Sorry. Where were we? I think if I had to pick one, it'd have to be me on top. I know, I'm weird aren't I? But nothing brings me more pleasure than feeling a guys hands on my tits while he's as deep inside me as he can be. I know that from behind is best for going deep. God, I need another drink. But I love tossing my hair around while I'm grinding. I love looking down at him and seeing the pleasure on his face, his gritted teeth. Maybe I'm a secret Dom or something. You have got just the plumpest bottom lip ever, Ms. Hunter. Has anyone ever told you that? Oh, and I love that he can watch me play with myself while I'm on top, that drives me around the bend. Damnit! Is it too late to change my answer to that? I know it's not technically sex, but I like to be watched while I'm touching myself. I feel like such a pornstar when he's watching me and the thought of his cock getting harder turns me up even higher. You should not have opened up this can, Sable...Okay, on top is my final answer.
Sable: You sure?
Ciara: No. I mean, yes. We'll never get through this if I keep thinking about it. Best to move on for now. Maybe we can continue the conversation when the tape recorder is off.
Sable: I think that could be arranged. Do you listen to music while you write?
Ciara: Nothing with words. I'd love to be able to crank up something industrial like Nine Inch Nails and just let the music fuck me while I'm writing something intense, something down and dirty, but I find the words too distracting. I can listen to instrumental when I write, but only as background noise. My favorite is the soundtrack to the movie Unfaithful, there is some soft, sexy, and absolutely beautiful music on it and every once in a while, I'll catch a note over the clatter of the keys on my laptop, or the scribble of the pen on paper and it'll transport me to a part in the movie that revs me up even more. I like to be relaxed, comfy if you will, when I write, hence the cashmere and wine. I know it sounds sort of, I don't know, pretentious, stuck-up maybe, but I honestly can't write anything except for notes and edits if I don't have on cashmere. The softness of the fabric against my skin is so erotic. Any writer who writes the kind of stuff you and I do, is a bald-faced liar if they tell you that they don't get turned on when they are writing it. And any of them that says they don't occasionally take a quite sojourn into the land of selflove when they are writing, is a God-damn, bald-faced liar. It's just us girls here, right, Sable?
Ciara: Good, then I can tell you this. If you've never touched yourself while wearing cashmere, you are missing out. I love my alone time.
Sable: If the truth be know, Ciara, so do I. Although, your wardrobe choice is more classy than mine. I go more for comfort – just shorts and a tee. What does Ciara want for Christmas?
Ciara: More cashmere. I'm not sure really. I could think of a million things I'd love to buy, but I know this about myself. I don't shop so much because I want the stuff necessarily, I shop so much because I like shopping. So, I guess a black American Express card with an unlimited balance is the short answer. Oh, and someone to pay it off after of course. Or Channing Tatum.
Sable: Is there a topic that you consider too kinky for Ciara to write about?
Ciara: Hmmmmmmmm. I write what excites me, what interests me. There's a lot of I haven't tried sexually still, I still have lots to experience. I'm sort of old fashionrf I guess. I like guy/girl stuff. Don't get it wrong, I like girl/girl and any other variation, but I'm not going to write stuff like pseudo-incest. Here's how I see it. Whatever turns you on, turns you on, I'm fine with it as long as nobody is being exploited or mistreated, but some stuff just isn't for me. So as far as stuff like anal and threesomes and foursomes or whatever, that's stuff I'll write about. I write some hotass stuff, but I'm kinda old fashioned.
Sable: Tell us about your writing process?
Ciara: Wine. Cashmere sweater and a pair of worn jeans I've had forever. There's a rip just below the back left pocket and my ass shows a bit. They're so 80's. My friends call it my "writing uniform". My girlfriends know they can borrow anything in my closet. Anything except that pair of jeans that is. Those are off limits. They know I'll smack a bitch for even looking at them. I've had those jeans since I was 16 and they are just like the jeans in the Sisterhood Of the Travelling Pants. Not in the sense that they fit everyone perfectly, but in the sense that no matter if I've gained a few pounds, or lost a few pounds, they always fit me just right. They're that one pair of jeans that we all have, that no matter what is going on in my life, I can slip them on and revel in how great my ass looks in them. I warned you I was a clothes whore. You probably wanted to know where I write, how I edit and all that technical stuff and all I want to do is talk about my jeans. I either write at the dining room table or on the couch, that's pretty much it. I can usually finish one of my short stories in a few hours if nobody calls or distracts me. I try to limit my intake to a glass and a half, two glasses of wine tops. It loosens me up a bit, helps me forget my everyday troubles. If everything in my life is pretty much chill at the moment and the scene I'm writing is steamy enough, I'll inevitably end up on the couch. God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. My process does have a somewhat quirky aspect to it. Almost everything I've ever written has started out as a scribbled sentence on a scrap piece of paper. The back of a receipt or the tab of a friends cigarette pack is where most of my stories take their first breath of air. Rarely, if ever am I in the vicinity of a notebook when an idea hits me. I have a stack of blank notebooks in my desk drawer with blank, crisp untouched pages and I have a drawer full of crumpled receipts and scrap pieces of paper with one or two lines on them. The idea for one of my All Access Pass stories literally came to me when I was at dinner with my parents one night. "I already paid for it, Honey," my dad said when I reached for the bill. "I know, Dad. Just want to write this down before I forget." I have that receipt in that messy drawer still, with, "The first time I heard Stone Carlson sing, was also the first time I ever felt wet.", scribbled on the back of it. Try having dinner with your parents with that line running through your head the whole time.
Sable: Do you enjoy connecting with your readers?
Ciara: Nobody has really reached out to me yet. I've had a couple guys email me, but as a fellow writer of erotic literature, I don't have to tell you what those emails were like.
Sable: What's the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?
Ciara: Wow! Loaded question. Believe it or not, I'm actually kind of shy, but I'll share something with you. When I was 9, my mother caught me playing doctor with a boy. Not terribly embarrassing is it? Ohhhh, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but the boy was my cousin. Wait! In my defence, we'd only met once in our lives and we were like 5 years old and the truth is, I didn't know he was my cousin when he was examining me. It was all sort of innocent. I mean, I kind of knew what was going on, but not really, if you know what I mean. To this day the fact that it was my cousin just mortifies me. And now I've gone and told you and your countless legions of readers, so just great. Smooth move, Ciara.
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From Classroom Confessions: Book 2
“So you used to teach grade eight?” I asked when I was unable to locate yet another quote.
Wendy flipped the page on the test in her hand and looked at me. “Yes, and grade three before that.”
She told me her whole teaching history; told me that she understood how hard it was to get her foot in the door like it had been for me.
“It was part of the reason I gave you the job,” Wendy said. “I remember that feeling; getting turned away at every interview. Except I think it was a little different for you, you didn’t get hit on and then rejected when you refused to accompany your new prospective boss to dinner."
I laughed. "No. I went out with mine when she asked.”
Wendy joined in the laughter. “That’s right. You did.”
We both fell into a hysterical laughing fit and when that had passed, we talked some more. Even though we had both stopped working, it was nice to sit there and talk with her without having to worry about hiding my raging hard-on.
“I feel like a cup of coffee,” Wendy said. She was already getting up out of her seat, heading for the door with my coffee mug in her hand.
“Sounds good.” I went back to looking things up on my laptop.
I was making progress. With any luck, we would be done before our mugs were empty and I could get my long weekend under way.
The blinds shot up and crashed against the window. I looked away from the computer screen, it had grown significantly darker outside and I could hear the faint rumble of thunder off in the distance. Now I really needed to get out of here before the rain started. I turned back to the screen and got down to work.
A minute later I heard the door open and Wendy walk in. The door slammed shut and when I turned my chair to see her, she was standing a few feet away, holding the bottom of her white shirt away from her body.
“I’m all wet,” she said, looking at me with her big blue eyes.
My eyes were still a bit out of focus from all the computer time and when they readjusted, they followed her up from the floor, tracing a path up the rain darkened thighs of her jeans, across the damp fabric of her now practically see-through white shirt; it was the first time I’d noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark nipples were rockhard, almost tearing through the fabric. I lingered there for a few more moments, unable to tear my eyes off of her tits. The words suck, lick, fondle kept flashing across my mind and when I looked up at her face finally, her hair was a sopping mess, a clump of her blonde locks stuck to the side of her face just below her cheekbone.
That not-so-hard cock from earlier was gone now, in its place was the biggest erection I had ever had. I was so hard it almost hurt and I didn’t try to hide it when I readjusted my cock.
Wendy walked over to me slowly. As her nipples got closer, my mouth started to water. She stepped in between me and the desk and hopped up onto it, her perfect ass making a loud thud as she settled in. She wiggled her ass back and forth. I heard her shoe hit the floor and her bare foot was in my lap a second later, massaging my aching hard-on.
I put my hands on the arms of my chair and leaned back. “Umm-hmmmm,” I sighed.
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