Welcome to my weekly Author Spotlight. I’ve asked a bunch of my author friends to answer a set of interview questions, and to share their latest work.
Today, Patient Lee – I work full-time and have a husband, and three children. I write when I can, sometimes balancing the laptop on my knees and a cat on my chest. I enjoy my seasonal camp site that overlooks a beautiful creek in the mountains. In the summer, I spend many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.
Thanks so much, Patient, for joining me!
Patient is giving away a copy of her FF romance “Seasons of Lesbian Erotica” with this post – for a chance to win, just comment on the post below.
Four F/F erotic romance short stories, one for each season.
Spring: Alive and Well- A young woman traveling with missionaries in Nicaragua can’t leave the country following the March, 1931 earthquake. She writes a letter to her secret lover describing the destruction and reminiscing about their last night together. Just for fun, she details her use of an unconventional sex toy.
Summer: Fighting Fire with Fire- A fire breaks out in an RV, and a volunteer firefighter saves the welder’s dog, prompting daydreams of falling in love with the hunky owner. When she meets the welder, she discovers desires she didn’t know she had—feelings for another woman.
Autumn: Ghosts Have Pride- A young woman is unhappy in her relationship with a man until her grandmother’s ghost appears to help her discover her desire for women.
Winter: Mobile Home for the Holidays- Two homeless women come together to pool their resources and get off the streets. Finding love together is a bonus.
J. Scott Coatsworth: If you could sit down with one other writer, living or dead, who would you choose, and what would you ask them?
Patient Lee: Stephen King. I would ask him how he worked around or with depression. So many creative people struggle with depression. I want to figure out how we continue to create, even when we don’t feel like getting out of bed.
PL: My AP English teacher made me think I couldn’t write a sentence, so I went most of my life reading instead of writing. When I was 38 (summer of 2011), I wrote a couple things on Literotica.com- spiced up journal entries, really. Later that summer, I got my first idea for a piece of fiction, Hurricane Season, FFFM group sex. I was thinking a lot about sexuality, particularly the fact that I knew I wasn’t as straight I a married woman with three kids was supposed to be.
After Hurricane Season, I wrote She’s My Reference (available exclusively to my subscribers for FREE- sign up link to follow.), a short story about office politics. Mostly straight sex until the Patient Lee Titty Twister Ending with a gay blowjob. A couple other stories followed, and then I gave it up for a year and a half.
In the summer of 2013, I started participating in Literotica contests again. I had an idea for Nude Day- Bare Naked- ice skating in the nude (M/F), and for the Summer Contest- Wicked Hot- couple swap with FF (a turning point in my life because I accepted my bisexuality in that story) and a couple others.
And then I thought I ran out of ideas. I thought I was done writing.
A week later, a coworker put a wolf spider (in a small cage) on my desk, and I had the idea for Jeffrey’s Murderer, about a college student discovering she’s a lesbian. A tarantula also plays a part in the story.
The spider was the turning point for me. After that, I never came up empty when I needed an idea. THAT was when I knew I was a real writer.
JSC: Which of your own characters would you Kill? Fuck? Marry? And why?
PL: Yikes. Would I kill any of them?? Not on purpose! But if someone had to die for dramatic purposes, I suppose it would have to be Brad from Mrs. Maitland’s SAD Valentine. Mrs. M lost one husband already. It would be high drama to lose another.
Fuck? Barb from Black Friday/Cyber Monday. She’s pretty straight, but I could seduce her, I think.
Marry? Kevin from Wicked Hot. I married him in 1996. I might as well keep him.
JSC: How would you describe your writing style/genre?
PL: Erotic Realism- like literary realism, only with way more hot sex.
JSC: Were you a voracious reader as a child?
PL: I read a lot. All the time. What’s funny is that in those days, I would read some sci fi and fantasy, without knowing that’s what it was. As an adult, I’m not drawn to those so much. I like my realism.
Except for Stephen King, which I started reading when I was way too young. I had no idea it was sci fi. LOL.
JSC: What was your first published work? Tell me a little about it.
PL: The aforementioned Hurricane Season. A gullible woman accepts the “prize” of a trip to paradise, but when she arrives, she learns the price: she has to “play” with two other women and a man.
JSC: What action would your name be if it were a verb?
PL: Well, since my pen name is an adverb (patiently), I suppose my name would be Waiting. As in Waiting to Retire from My Day Job. (not that I’m waiting so patiently for that!)
JSC: What’s your writing process?
PL: I don’t have a muse. I have vines of ideas that fall on my head, like the Laffy Taffy vines in Wreck It Ralph. When three vines hit me, I start to weave.
For example, Mrs. Maitland’s SAD Valentine. Valentine’s Day, Seasonal Affective Disorder, and mating ball pythons. It’s a M/F May/December romance between a widowed teacher and a school custodian.
Sometimes I outline, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I write by hand, sometimes I type. I do all kinds of things.
JSC: What pets are currently on your keyboard, and what are their names? Pictures?
PL: Figaro is my favorite cat of all time. His sister, Minnie, is my daughter’s cat. I’ve never owned a dog.
JSC: What are you working on now, and when can we expect it?
PL: I’m glad you asked. I have two exciting things going on.
1. I am currently editing a new short story called Pittsburgh: M/M Sensory Deprivation. The Facebook challenge was to post a one-word story title and a brief synopsis. I looked up from my spot in the passenger seat and saw the sign for Pittsburgh. Three minutes later, the story was sketched out in my head.
Two gay men meet in a Philadelphia sports bar while watching a 76ers game. The bartender encourages them to chat, and when the game is “tied up,” the conversation takes a flirty turn. At the end of the evening, they head to Joe’s apartment, and an accident causes a black out.
Joe uses the darkness to engage in some sensory play with Clarke, who realizes he has some submissive tendencies.
They have a great night, but when the lights come on, will Clarke find Joe to be the man Clarke thought he was in the dark?
Last week, I hired a narrator to record my award-winning tale inspired by Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips.
Carson, a college graduate from Georgia, tries his hand at crab fishing in the Bering Sea, and finds out immediately that he isn’t cut out for the job. Artie, a seasoned deckhand, helps him out, and they discover their attraction right away.
When Carson goes overboard into the frigid water, Artie warms him up, but they risk discovery by the rest of the homophobic crew. Carson knows he can’t make in Artie’s world in Alaska, but can Artie live without him?
And now for Patient’s new book: Out: Five Erotic Stories of Gay Self-Discovery:
Five erotic stories of different stages of self-discovery. From a confused teen dressing in a prom gown to grown-up straight guys discovering pleasure with another man. Gay men finding forbidden love in a punishing setting to mature men in a long-term relationship, Patient Lee’s characters represent a range of homosexual experiences. Follow the journey from the first time a young man questions his sexuality to men living a lifetime with the men they love.
Come with a Friend: An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could Timmy be in love with him?
Christmas in July: Straight-guy Sam spends a weekend in a campground to entice his kids to hang out with him for Christmas in July. His ex-wife cuts the weekend short, leaving him plenty of time to hang out with Larry, the fortysomething gay man in the camper next door. Beer and Larry’s mildly dominant personality leads them into his camper. And then his bedroom.
Come on Down: While fooling around with the much younger Caylin, James has a flashback to a gay experience when he was younger, prompting his girlfriend to arrange a threesome with an old friend. How far will James go with another man this time?
Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes: Inspired by the song Midnight Train to Georgia, Carson travels to Alaska to try crab fishing, but the Lost Agnes is too much for him. He meets Artie, a closeted deckhand, and they fall hard and fast for each other. When life on the Bering Sea threatens to swallow him up, Carson has to return to Georgia, to the life he knows. But can Artie live without him or will he be forced to give up life on the Lost Agnes to live in Carson’s world in order to be together?
Love and a Hate Crime: Thad is twenty, but he’s slow. When his bully, Jimmy, tells him to “fuck up the queers,” the gay couple in their 60s who live down the block, Thad trusts that in return, Jimmy will leave him alone. When he breaks into their house, he witnesses the couple making love, arousing him and terrifying him at the same time. Will Thad go through with his plan or will he learn something important about himself when he witnesses two men in love?
From “Come with a Friend”, the first story in the book.
They both laughed, and Timmy went to the door to switch the lights off again. Kari held her arms out, inviting him back into her embrace. They resumed their kiss, just as passionate as the earlier one.
Kari was fully erect in seconds, her cock pushing against the crinoline under her taffeta skirt. Timmy took her hand from his ass and placed it over his erection, squeezing her hand around him. Then he moved his own hand to Kari’s hard-on, not caring if her pre-cum soiled her skirt. He rubbed up and down her cock, moaning into her mouth as he did. “Kari, you’re so hard for me.”
He pushed her gently by the shoulders until her back was against the wall, and he got to his knees in front of her. His cellphone remained in his hand, and in the dim light, he looked up at her. She was terrified, and it showed on her face, but she made no move to stop him. He placed the cellphone on the floor next to him and reached under her skirt. His hands searched through the layers of the dress until he found her ankles. He ran his palms up her legs, making her giggle nervously.
“I didn’t shave my legs,” she said, embarrassed.
Timmy paused and looked up at her. “I’m gay, Kari. Hair doesn’t bother me.” He moved his hands up to her ass, and rubbed her buns, exposed by the slim strip of fabric on the back of the panties she wore. He slipped a finger under the elastic of the silky garment, making her shiver. Her erection poked at his face through the fabric. He grabbed at the layers of material again and ducked his head under the dress. Kari grabbed the hem and pulled it above her waist, allowing him access to her body.
Kari’s knees went weak as Timmy’s cheek brushed against her thigh. His face rested along her satin-covered cock, and she sighed with a contentment she hadn’t felt since the day before she moved away from Mulberry Street. She rubbed Timmy’s hair with her free hand, the other still holding up her skirt. “Oh, Timmy,” she said, almost in a moan.
Contentment quickly turned to need when Timmy turned his face and placed his mouth over the tip of her cock, her pre-cum soaking through her panties. He licked at with a hunger not found in any ten-minute porn clip, consuming as much of it as he could. When the well ran dry, he reached into her delicate panties and pulled out the cock that strained against them, plunging it directly into his mouth. Her pre-cum dribbled to the back of his mouth, coating his tongue with its viscosity.
“Oh my god,” she said with a gasp as she felt the warm wetness of his mouth enveloping her hardness. She gripped his hair tighter as her best friend gave her a blowjob. Her very first. She ignored the irony that she was receiving said blowjob in a prom gown, and groaned as she realized that this would be over far too quickly.
Timmy wrapped his hand around Kari’s cock and pulled it back against her flat belly. She pulled her dress up higher, feeling like not just a woman, but a beautiful, sexy woman. Timmy’s tongue started behind her balls and licked upward, over her scrotum and up the length of her cock, pausing at the head to lap up the pre-cum that continued to leak out. His own cock, still trapped in his pants, brushed against her legs, reminding her that he was there, and that he was as aroused as she was. His arousal increased Kari’s, and she bucked her hips towards his face, fucking him as he sucked harder, as if to draw the cum from her balls.
It worked. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she said, all traces of her fake accent having vanished in her moment of abandon. Her knees shook, but she dropped her skirt over Timmy, and used both hands to grip his head through the fabric. “I’m coming in your mouth, Timmy. Oh, god.”
I work full-time and have a husband, and three children. I write when I can, sometimes balancing the laptop on my knees and a cat on my chest. I enjoy my seasonal camp site that overlooks a beautiful creek in the mountains. In the summer, I spend many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.
My ideas come from a variety of sources– an overheard sentence (a student declaring “I have tasty fingers!” in the middle of class became “The Side Effect.”), a song, an announcement (“Come with a friend and save two dollars!”). I select the kink for the story based on what best works with the characters, which is the main reason I write with variety. The other, of course, is my short attention span caused by raising children and teaching high school.
My work reflects the duality of my nature. Regular, boring job, quiet, laid-back disposition, but lustful and sensuous in the bedroom. My stories often deal with unpleasant themes- depression, bullying, environmental issues, natural disasters- but in a manner that leaves the reader uplifted, hopeful, and satisfied.
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