This week my guest is Helen Madden. Please give Helen a warm welcome.

Q: So, Helen, what genre do you write in, and why?
A: I write speculative fiction erotica, by which I mean science fiction, fantasy, and horror erotica, occasionally with some magic realism and other odd genres thrown in. I had originally started out as a science fiction and fantasy writer, but started writing erotica because I was able to sell stories in that market. Over time, I was able to combine the various genres together to get what I write now.

Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: I dabbled for a couple of years before I sold my first story to PlayGirl. I began writing seriously six years ago, and sold my first e-book, Demon By Day (http://www.mojocastle.com/demon/byday.html), to Mojocastle Press, three years later.

Q: So, if you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: Currently, I devote a lot of my time to the Heat Flash Erotica Podcast, my weekly audio show of speculative fiction erotica. Every week, I write, record, edit and produce a new story. The show airs first on RadioDentata.com, an adult internet radio website, and then is available to listeners free both on the website and via subscription to the RSS feed. I tentatively have a publisher lined up to put out a book of the first 100 stories for the show. Hopefully that will be out sometime next year.

In addition to that, I’m also currently getting back into cartooning on a regular basis. I draw a web comic called “The Adventures of Cynical Woman,” which is about my life as a stay-at-home-mom and erotica writer. Lots of fun material there to play with!

Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: Probably my favorite story is “Husbands and Wives,” which was published in my short story collection “Future Perfect.” It’s a look at a future world were the women rule and barter for men to be their husbands. Society as we know it has been turned upside down, and one young man is desperate to find a wife who will support his mother and sisters. It’s more romantic than erotic, though not a romance in the current industry sense of the word.

Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: I prefer a little peace and quiet, but with two small children in the house, that’s not always an option. I’m very fortunate to have a spouse who loves to build computers, so I have three computers available to work on, all linked together by a wireless network. My workhorse computer, the desktop, is in the office. I use it not only for writing, but also audio editing and recording for the podcast. Then I also have a laptop in the bedroom. In the past I used that computer to write and work while I nursed my youngest child. Finally, I recently picked up a netbook, which I absolutely love! Doesn’t have all the bells and whistles that the laptop and desktop have, but it’s very easy to grab and go. I’ve done a lot of writing while waiting for the kids at various lessons and events.

Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: I’m currently recording a series of stories I wrote based on random words and phrases that people sent to me. I put out announcements on my blog and on Twitter, asking people to send me three random words or phrases. I took all of those and put them in a hat, and then drew out three slips of paper at random. Whatever I pulled out, I had to use to write a story. I had some very good stories come out of some very strange combinations of words, including the words roleplay, cheese, and sexy bacon bra.

Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Don’t be afraid to experiment. You do NOT have to write what everyone else is writing, nor do you have to write what all the publishers are asking for. That’s not to say you can submit something to a publisher that isn’t within their guidelines, but if you keep writing the stories you enjoy, the stories that really challenge you, you’ll eventually build up quite a portfolio of good work. With a little effort, you can find the right publisher for your oddest, most offbeat stories. I’ve never written anything near the mainstream, but I’ve definitely got publishers I can go to with the stuff I write.

Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: I used to have an evil day job, but I quit that some years ago. I was a graphics illustrator, contracted to work with the US Air Force. I drew lots of pictures of planes and equipment and built over 1000 Power Point briefings. I was very good at it, but I hated that job with a passion. Nowadays, I write, podcast, and work as a freelance illustrator. And when I’m not doing any of that, my job is to be the ultimate evil of all… stay-at-home mom. MWA HA HAHAHAHAHA!!

Q: What do you like to do in your spare time?
A: What is this thing you call ’spare time’? Seriously though, I try to grab a bit of time to myself when I can. Usually it’s to exercise or draw. We bought a Wii a few months back and I’m addicted to it. Mostly I abuse Wii Fit and EA Sports Active, but we’re starting to pick up some other games. Beyond that, I just like being a geek and a freak and scaring the other mommies in my neighborhood.

Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I spent 11 years in the US Army Reserves. I was an officer in the Transportation Corps, and I worked with everything from 18-wheeled cargo haulers to large tug boats. The tug boats were pretty damned cool. There is nothing like the smell of salt water and diesel fuel at 5AM in the morning!

Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?
A: It depends on the mood and the situation, but since I’m normally surrounded by kids who have a nasty habit of repeating everything I say, I usually just stick with “Oh crap!”

Q: What’s your favorite holiday, and why?
A: Halloween, hands down. Before kids, I used to do a lot of sewing and costuming, and I loved any excuse that came along to make some new outfit. I’ve got gorgeous kimonos, a Roman toga, a couple of Xena costumes, and an Elvis jumpsuit all tucked away in my closet right now.

Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
A: No tattoos, but I do have pierced ears and a pierced navel. The pierced navel is always fun to deal with when you’re eight months pregnant.

Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?
A: I think if I had that kind of free time, I’d use it to sleep instead.

Q: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want with you?
A: My Army survival manual, a first aid kit, and a fishing net. Honestly, I’d be too busy trying to survive to want anything else.

Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: A new laptop, some art books I’ve had my eye on for a while, a new iPod, and new bedroom furniture. Although I should probably stash a huge chunk of the money in the kids college funds first, shouldn’t I? I’m a bad mommy…

Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: Picking up after the kids, because I fear I will be doing it forever if they don’t learn to do it themselves. Beyond that, my biggest problem with housework is that I like to have a whole day to focus on cleaning a particular room, but I can’t manage to get a full day to clean with all the other stuff I’ve got going on. I’ve learned to live with the dust.

Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: A cup of coffee and a soft-boiled egg on toast. If I can have that in the morning, and eat it while I sit down to read the paper, the day is good.

Q: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?
A: There’s not a lot I feel guilty about, to be honest. I am addicted to gadgets and all things tech, but I also hoard books and art supplies like nobody’s business. If I could have anything I wanted, anything at all? I’d ask for a free afternoon to sit down at the kitchen table with a drawing pad and a big fresh box of Crayola Crayons. Yeah, I know, not that exciting, but then I get off on doodling and drawing and stuff like that.

Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: Favorite books - Delusion’s Master by Tanith Lee (the book that made me want to write!); The Gate To Women’s Country by Sherri S. Tepper (the closest thing I have ever read to a perfect book); A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore (I nearly died laughing while reading this one, which is rather ironic if you know the book)

Favorite movies - the Fellowship of the Ring, theater version; Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind; Army of Darkness; Shaun of the Dead.

Q: Anything else you’d like to share?
A: Read the web comic if you REALLY want to know what’s going on in my life…
http://www.theadventuresofcynicalwoman.blogspot.com

And if you like a good dose of humor in your erotica, you can watch my Stick Figure Porno movies at Atom Films!

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Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)
A: My most recent release is “FUTURE PERFECT: A Collection of Fantastic Erotica,” published by Logical Lust (http://www.logical-lust.com/futureperfect.html).

What if you made love at the end of the universe … only to discover your partner was a devastating black hole? What if you cut down a tree in your yard … and Mother Nature came after you with a switch? What if your lover saw the future … every time she had an orgasm? From the distant future to a mythical past and everything in between, FUTURE PERFECT examines the role of sex in a fantastic world. The stories range from hard science fiction to classic horror and urban fantasy, but through it all runs a thread of explicit sexuality that embraces every orientation and relationship imaginable. Whether it’s the force of cosmic creation or the deceitful lure of sin, FUTURE PERFECT takes sex beyond the limits of the everyday to celebrate it on a universal scale.

From the title story of the book:

Future Perfect
By Helen E. H. Madden

“Sahir came… Sahir comes… is coming, will have come…”

It sounded like a lesson in verb tenses, but it was actually the beginnings of a prescient vision, the kind Nadine only got when she was on the verge of a twenty mega-ton orgasm. The word come sounded promising, but my name was Aaron, not Sahir, and it kind of bothered me to hear Nadine call out another man’s name when things were getting hot and heavy. Not that I thought she was involved with anyone named Sahir. It’s just that after spending two years as her boy-toy, it would have been nice to hear my loving domme shout Aaron, Aaron! when she was about to blow.

“Sahir will come… will come…”

Well, at least she was with me physically. Gray eyes glazed, vision turned inwards, Nadine cinched a piece of surgical tubing around my freshly shaved balls. All the while, she kept muttering about Sahir. I bit the penis-shaped gag stuffed in my mouth and groaned. I should have realized playtime wasn’t her top priority when she brought me into the lab instead of the apartment upstairs. Most dominatrixes have a dungeon. Not Nadine. She was a scientist, so she had a lab and a test subject, a very willing test subject.

From the start of our relationship, she’d measured all my responses, tested my physical and mental capacities, and analyzed my phobias and fetishes. Feminization ranked as my fifth-worst fear as well as my second favorite turn-on, which meant wearing frilly panties got me so hard it scared the hell out of me. So naturally, Nadine had transformed me into a little girl for this particular session. I stood before my latex-clad domme, hands secured behind my back, wearing a lacy pink baby-doll dress with matching socks and patent leather shoes. A pair of itchy ruffled panties hung around my ankles. I had cried when she made me put them on, then breathed a sigh of relief two hours later when she finally yanked them down to torment my cock.

“Sahir comes… comes up to the register… he counts the till…”

Damn, still talking about Sahir. Sahir was the guy who ran the convenience store a few blocks from Nadine’s house. He got robbed once a month, but she’d had never had a vision about it before now. Why the hell was he so important this evening?

“Sahir counts the till… a boy is hiding… hiding in the store…”

Beads of sweat formed around a series of flat metal disks pasted to Nadine’s forehead. More disks lay hidden beneath the red latex suit that encased her from neck to ankle. The wireless electrodes, one of Nadine’s early inventions from the days she worked for a biotech firm, stood out as stark white patches against her dusky brown skin. They transmitted her brainwave activity to a nearby computer where all Nadine’s visions were recorded for later analysis.

“The boy pulls out a gun… Sahir doesn’t see… he counts the till…”

As her vision grew more intense, I stole a peek at the computer’s monitor. A series of wavy lines crawled across the screen. The third line from the bottom, the one Nadine said represented her theta waves, began to spike. Did that mean she was close to coming, or was that a symptom of the vision she was experiencing?

Wham! The stinging smack of a paddle on my ass drove any further questions from my mind. Even through the vision, Nadine had sensed my straying attention. To correct me, she picked up a small leather flogger and began slapping my cock with it. With every stroke, my tortured dick bounced up and down.

Nadine continued muttering about Sahir and the hidden boy. I writhed before her, caught in a hellish mix of agony and ecstasy. Beneath the surgical tubing, my balls swelled and ached. The throbbing head of my cock turned purple and started to leak. A buildup of pressure at the base of my dick told me I was almost home, but just as I was about to drop to my knees and explode, Nadine tossed the flogger aside and spun me around to face the examining table. I wanted to scream in frustration, but the gag made it pointless to try. Even in her current state, the lady knew exactly how to take me to the edge and keep me there for hours on end.

“The boy is hiding… a red-haired boy hides, pulls out a gun… Sahir counts the till…”

Christ, could she just shut up about Sahir? Nadine grabbed me by the neck and bent me over the table. I heard the snap of latex and felt a cold dollop of lube hit between my ass cheeks. My third-worst fear and all-time favorite kink—anal penetration—kicked into play as Nadine’s slender gloved fingers spread the lube around my clenched hole.

Heart pounding, I wriggled and bucked, desperate to break free. Hell if I was going to let some woman finger-fuck me! I was the guy, I was supposed to do the penetrating. No way was I going to stand there, dressed up like fucking Shirley Temple, and take it up the ass from some bitch!

Nadine grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shoved me back down on the table. With my hands cuffed and my ankles hobbled by those damn ruffled panties, there wasn’t much I could do except whimper into my gag. Then Nadine slipped a couple fingers inside my sphincter and I just melted. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body as she eased them in and out of my hole. I couldn’t fight her. I didn’t want to. It felt good when she fingered me, calling me her sweet boy, playing with my cock while she stretched my hole wide. I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted her to bend me over and make me cry. Most of all, I just wanted to hear her say my name.

“Sahir looks up… he sees the gun… Sahir…”

God dammit! I started struggling again. I didn’t want to hear about Sahir and some stupid robbery. I wanted Nadine to focus on me.

“Sahir sees the gun… the boy with the gun…”

Nadine forced me back down on the table and slipped a third finger inside me. My knees started to shake. I’d never taken more than two before. Now I was stretched impossibly wide. A million different feelings flooded my brain—fear, pleasure, shock, shame, excitement, relief… I had Nadine’s attention, all right. That one extra finger had put me into orbit, and she knew it. If she did anything else…

“The boy pulls out the gun… puts his finger on the trigger…”

I was so excited I could barely hear the words anymore. Nadine grabbed my hair and pulled me upright as she continued to work my ass. As soon as I was standing, her hand snaked around my waist and gripped my cock. I forgot all about Sahir and Nadine’s vision. I rocked my hips back and forth, thrusting into her clenched fist and then back onto the fingers of her other hand. I started to moan and shiver, all my senses focused on my throbbing dick and my aching hole. The buildup inside me grew and grew and grew…

“Sahir sees the gun… the boy pulls the trigger… the boy pulls… Oh god, Aaron… Aaron… Aaron!”

My name at last. The sweetest sound in the world issued forth from my lover’s lips as I shot my load all over the examining table. Behind me, I felt Nadine stiffen and shudder. Her hand tightened on my cock, squeezing the life out of it along with the last drops of cum. Completely exhausted, my knees gave out. Nadine and I sank to the floor.

Nadine pulled the gag out of my mouth. I turned to curl up against her, burying my face in her neck. “Oh Nadine, oh god I love you,” I whimpered.

Panting, she stripped off the latex glove and tossed it aside, then held me tight to stroke my hair. “It’s all right, baby. Mama’s got you.”

I wriggled closer for a kiss. She gave me a squeeze, then straightened up.

“Honey, we got to get moving.” She pushed me away and struggled to her feet. “Come on, get up. We’ve got to go.”

“Nadine, please!” But she was already pulling me up after her. With a quick tug, Nadine undid the restraints from my wrists. She tore the electrodes off her face and scalp and grabbed the coat she’d left hanging on a nearby wall hook. Then she snatched my clothes off the floor and shoved them into my arms.

“Don’t just stand there, Aaron, we’ve got to go. Sahir’s in trouble.”

“What, you saw him getting robbed again?” I snapped. “He gets held up all the time. Why the hell are we running out to help him tonight?”

“Because tonight he gets shot and killed!”

Nadine glared at me, her grey eyes sparking. Shamefaced, I dropped my gaze to my patent leather shoes.

“Can’t we just call the police?”

“They won’t get there in time. Now come on, we’re leaving.”

She spun on her heel and raced out of the lab, pulling on her coat as she went. I yanked up my panties and ran after her. I prayed no one would see me stumble outside to the car. The engine was already running by the time I slid into the passenger seat. As Nadine tore off down street, I struggled into my clothes. Oh well, at least she said my name when she came.

Author bio:

Helen E. H. Madden is a writer and artist who quit her lucrative day job years ago to tell dirty stories for fun and profit. Her published works have appeared in various anthologies, including “Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association” and the “Coming Together” charity anthologies, “With Pride” and “Al Fresco.” Helen also writes and produces the Heat Flash Erotica Podcast, a free online audio program of erotic speculative fiction. In her spare time, she draws “The Adventures of Cynical Woman,” a web comic about life as a stay-at-home mom and erotica writer. When she’s not working, Helen thinks about sex. A lot.

Website: http://www.helenehmadden.com
Podcast: http://www.heatflash.libsyn.com
Web comic: http://www.theadventuresofcynicalwoman.blogspot.com
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