tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306649879548186042024-03-18T21:39:32.481-06:00Briar Rose's BoudoirWelcome to my humble experiment in sensual writing. Feel free to comment, critique, and browse at your pleasure but remember that all pieces are original, copyrighted, works of written art: a labor of love, passion and creativity; whose to say where the journey will lead. <br> <br> ~ Briar RoseBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-4407589946657431022018-05-13T12:52:00.002-06:002018-05-13T13:00:32.295-06:00The Mistress' Domain"Hyung, hurry up! We need to get back up to the studio; there's one more track to finish and it has to be done today." Jiyong impatiently taps his foot against the table leg. Seung-hyun looks at him and goes back to eating his patbingsoo. Jiyong sighs, knowing that this hyung will not leave a spoonful of his precious red bean dessert, a rare treat at the YG cafeteria. 'At least they didn't have Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-66423129183178846752018-03-13T12:34:00.002-06:002018-05-13T13:00:16.855-06:00The Dragon and his MistressHi lovelies...long time no talk! It's been, well, a while, and I could launch into a flurry of reasons and excuses for my absence, but truth is I haven't been inspired or felt like writing (anything, really) for a long time. Recently, however, I read some not so great erotic fan fiction from the KPOP world and felt challenged to, well, do better. However, while the characters are informed by realBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-74284136571309670502013-05-23T09:51:00.001-06:002018-05-13T12:57:10.919-06:00Happy Masturbation Month!This is dedicated to all of you who are loud and proud about their sexual selves...especially Murf ;)
So who knew! I was recently informed that my birthday shared the dubious honor of being in the same month as National Masturbation Month...a whole 31 days dedicated to the pleasures (and importance) of self-love. And why not? Regardless of what religion says or messed up Victorian-era doctors Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-10798325318013532432013-01-17T15:06:00.001-07:002013-01-17T16:28:26.665-07:00Let's Talk About...well SEX!Just wanted to throw up a guest post I did for a lifestyle blog last month; enjoy!
As a Muslim woman I’m often asked: “how can you write what you write?” My answer is usually: “how can I not?" I write erotica, much of which is based on personal experience. It always makes me wonder why many people believe that being a Muslim supercedes being human. Does my physiology change because of my faith?Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-39050064023361485582012-12-11T15:34:00.001-07:002013-02-28T16:30:46.950-07:00Unfinished
Your hands stroke the stockinged legs in front of you, knees
bent over your lap; the girl who they belong to shifts and sighs. You turn your
head away from the screen in front of you to comment on her ridiculous choice
in movies, only to discover she’s fallen asleep. Smirking, you lean over to
wake her, but stop to stare at her peaceful profile.
Auburn hair fanned out over the couch cushion, Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-1048002096224449092012-11-19T22:55:00.002-07:002012-12-21T18:40:55.537-07:00CatharsisMemories of three-inch stilettos and stockinged feet kneeling before pale legs
crowd in on her as tears threaten to overwhelm her resolve. She’s cried too
many tears over him; no more. Except, when the memories bear down on her it’s
hard to keep them from running crystal pathways down her porcelain cheeks.
Moments of laughter, moments, of contentment, moments of passion. It’s the
intimacy she Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-39452674370620996932012-06-24T01:12:00.002-06:002012-11-19T22:57:22.018-07:00Luck O' the IrishIt started with a kiss.
Walking through the crowded pub towards the main bar,
needing a drink, the current boy toy struggling to follow in my wake, I collide
with the brunette amazon as shaggy haired Garret, the skater-boy stoner catches
up to me and grabs my hand. The girl looks him over and the woman he’s clinging
to and smirks.
“I don’t see it.”
Startled, I shake off Garret’s hand:Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-77015997507890081262011-10-05T00:17:00.004-06:002013-03-14T16:18:16.743-06:00Dream LoverI wake up wet; a sheen of sweat glistens on my skin and my clit throbs aching for release. I shake myself awake and it dawns on me that I want you just as much as I did ten years ago. Ten years...has it really been that long? I remember every detail with vivid intensity, although it doesn't make any sense. I've never dreamt about you, at least not a dream with any sort of conclusion. This was Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-70906081602950011182011-03-12T03:09:00.017-07:002012-11-19T22:58:56.385-07:00SleeplessMy wants are dangerous things; they make me crazy, make me stupid. I want you. I can't help myself, although I should know better. You are everything I swore I'd never want again. There is nothing between us: no bond, no connection, nothing real. But somehow the thought of having you keeps me up at night. I fantasize about your lips, your tongue, your fingers. Stroking, flicking, delving deep. I Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-87056722068821745612011-01-23T00:52:00.005-07:002014-01-27T10:07:25.887-07:00KarmaI didn’t think it’d end up being like this. He was never supposed to leave a scar. It was just a score; nothing less nothing more and some how is turned into falling head over heels. He was a friend of a friend, not exactly a random, not exactly an acquaintance. He intrigued me, dark hair, light eyes, a sarcastic wit, but nothing I hadn’t experience before. I crashed his house party; we shared aBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-78567227505393268042010-07-20T22:35:00.005-06:002010-07-22T20:57:31.608-06:00A Realization...It's been a while I know; I am working on something that's not quite complete yet but I wanted to post anyways. I watched a documentary today. It's one I've watched before but it still moves me to tears. "Born into Brothels: Calcutta's Red Light Kids" was filmed over a two year period in Calcutta's red light district, Sonagachi. It won the Oscar for Best Documentary Feature in 2004. Since the Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-66235857184542599332010-04-11T22:07:00.001-06:002013-03-14T14:46:42.748-06:00Vanity
Image Credit: Marta Dahlig
A perfect reflection stares back at the man in the mirror; the marble face could have carved by angels in their own image. In ancient times he may have been mistaken for one of the immortal Gods or at the very least a mortal with ichor in his veins. His visage is a marvel of angles and planes; on any other the high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and chiseled chin would Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-40749695477607408022010-04-11T19:49:00.002-06:002010-04-11T19:51:23.373-06:00ClarityToday wasn't an epiphany but it was a step so I'm putting it out there: I want to travel the world and write; I will get there.-BRBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-50191109830844326332009-09-29T12:13:00.000-06:002009-09-29T12:19:43.826-06:00A Change of HeartOk so those of you have been following my writing have noticed that the whole "piece per week" thing isn't working out. I'm changing the terms of the experiment (it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind - several times if need be!) I've realized that as much as I want to keep writing at a regular pace, I also want the writing to be good and it can't be if I'm worried about having something Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-40575347380836287512009-09-17T16:37:00.000-06:002009-09-17T16:42:45.189-06:00For Those Of You Who've Just Joined UsHello boys and girls!So again not this week's post (it's coming it's coming) but a friendly note to those of you who have just stumbled onto my home away from home: there is more than one story; there will be several in fact, so don't just read the first one at the top of your screen. If you've the time and inclination, read them all! Also please be aware that the content in this blog is explicitBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-83458166926769474872009-09-13T16:19:00.000-06:002012-11-19T23:02:16.111-07:00Flying HighSean waited in the queue with the rest of the passengers to London. The plane was delayed, as if the week hadn't started out bad enough. Sean had been looking forward to this trip for 6 months. Fiona had been excited too; she'd planned most of their weekend in the city and yet here he was alone. On Wednesday evening a teary-eyed Fiona told him she couldn't do it anymore. She was confused; she Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-85756869262190177462009-09-08T17:20:00.001-06:002012-11-19T23:03:51.368-07:00The Dam“Ye should’ve seen ‘im lads; fucking brilliant, a stallion!”
Dano described my performance in Amsterdam with relish for what seemed like the hundredth time since we’d been back. He couldn’t get enough of the reflected glory, but I was getting tired of it. None of it was true, but only I knew that. And the whore.
The Dam, land of vice and weed; we landed stoned. Dano and I and resolved to find Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-68829961266603788322009-09-03T20:00:00.000-06:002009-09-03T20:03:44.803-06:00My Sincerest ApologiesHello all you wonderful people! I know you're waiting with baited breath for the next installment of erotica but unfortunately I'm not happy with it as of yet. Never fear however as I promise that I will have it ready by the end of the week so please keep checking back!-BRBriar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-29598346679018815422009-08-27T16:47:00.001-06:002012-11-19T23:04:31.777-07:00BlindsidedHave you ever been taken by force?
Blackness descending over your eyelids; arms tied above you, legs pinned beneath the weight of your assailant; tongue silenced. A calloused finger running over your cheekbones tracing the path of your unheeded tears. Chapped lips kiss your exposed neck as you struggle vainly under your captor. You whimper helplessly at the violation, his thumbs softly caress Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-9815445453063134982009-08-27T16:36:00.001-06:002009-08-27T16:43:21.757-06:00Assistance Appreciated :)For those of you have read the "Impressions" piece: A friend of mine mentioned that the characters personalities' seem inconsistent in that they are confident in one half and unsure the next. Part of that is because it's based on reality but I don't want either voice to sound insincere or disjointed. So I'd appreciate opinions on a) if the characters are believable and b) how to improve on the "Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430664987954818604.post-46054603958202873592009-08-20T16:13:00.000-06:002014-01-27T10:08:04.318-07:00Impressions
"Chastity...the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions."
Aldous Huxley
She’s awakened by his snoring; for a brief moment confusion clouds her mind and then she looks at the man sleeping beside her. The night before comes rushing back to her and she shudders. Carefully she untangles herself from his arms and the blankets. As she slips out of the bed she feels stickiness between her legs;Briar Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10776680062263161294noreply@blogger.com8