Hi. Welcome. Come in, have a seat. No smoking, but can I offer you a drink? Some snacks perhaps? They’re all vegan and gluten free, but they may contain nuts.
You’re probably wondering about the moaning and bleating and panting going on behind all those doors. Well, I’ll give you a tour of course, but first you might want to know a little bit about who I am and why I built this place.
So, a little about myself. I’m English. I live in the Southwest area of the UK, in a little place that’s out of the way with lots of countryside. I would never want to live in a city. I tried it and hated it. I need trees and open spaces and peace and quiet. I love cats. Nicci Haydon isn’t my real name.
That last one probably needs some explaining.
I need pen names. I’ve rarely written stories under my real name, and thankfully they’re so obscure that hardly anyone has ever read them. I like it that way. I write better if I’m disassociated from my work. Any photos you see around here are definitely not of me. In fact, the further the real me is from the writing I do, the better it becomes. That’s why you might well have read something by me without even knowing it.
You see, I’m also a ghost writer. And an editor. I started in erotica by writing gay male erotic romance novellas that someone else published under their own name. I got so good at it that I was earning a wage I could live on. I was taking on other ghost writing work, too, creating lesbian and straight erotica for clients all over the world. But things change and my heart wasn’t any longer in it, and at the time I had good work coming in from my day job, so I stopped.
Which is when I started this blog.
I wanted to share the stories that were in my head. Stories of women going after what they wanted. Stories of society’s rules being broken. Stories of lust without necessarily including love. Stories of masturbation and chance encounters and naughty little dares. In short, stories about sex in all its exciting, dirty, funny, self-indulgent and sometimes heartbreaking forms.
I still take on ghost writing work from time to time, but now it’s on my own terms. I also do a lot of editing. If you pick up anything recently published by Dani Wyatt you’ll find me credited as editor inside. I don’t have a huge income right now, but I’m trying to change that and I’d love to start making some proper money from my own writing. Because writing makes me happy.
So if you want to please me, buy one of my books.
Right, so, all these doors. These are doors to my little fantasies. Every story I write is, of course, fiction, and not every one of them is a window to my soul, but I like to think there’s a grain of truth somewhere in there. Something that I fantasize about, something that I’ve dreamed of, something that I wouldn’t want to do but I think is pretty hot. No story can ever be completely fictional.
In terms of sexual attraction, I’m flexible. I like men, I like women, I like non-binary people of all kinds. Which is an oversimplification, but to explain my sexuality fully would take a lifetime. I am averse to long-term relationships, which I define as anything lasting more than about 24 hours. Actually, 24 hours is kind of creeping me out right now. Make it 12. Actually, let’s say 6. I like one night stands (I always play safe), and I don’t mind revisiting if that turns into a friendship, but the idea of being someone’s girlfriend makes me shudder. I’ve had some bad experiences in the past, which probably contributed to that, but if you think you’re going to be “the one” who changes my mind, think again. Mostly I masturbate. Toys don’t ever expect more of me than I’m willing to give. I can go many months with only my fingers and toys for intimate company.
If you want to know what sort of person I am, and what sort of blog this is, you could do worse than check out these particular rooms:
Some do’s, some don’ts and some laughs along the way in my article, “Let’s Talk About: Cock“.
A magical college dorm room is the setting for a young woman’s masturbation in “Reflection“.
Sharing a shower with his best friend becomes Ed’s first time with another man in the multi-part sex-a-thon, “Caught“.
Two girls meet, kiss and caress on a busy train in “Kiss Me“.
A woman’s night-time visit to her local church results in horror and debauchery in “Devil’s Fingers“.