Rawiya Erotica

Posts Tagged ‘Metalrotica


Today I’m at SNSD talking about Switching Genres

It’s hard and so is switching names

And happy 2nd birthday to my book, One Shot!



Greetings people

ILYRV and STT are on sale at Amazon and ARe!

Check out the links here






Sex Type Thing



Here to spice things up is my wicked sis, BLMorticia with a little about the next Wretched book!



Thanks Rawiya

Yes, another Wretched volume is in the books. The 2.5 is the last one before I start the last 6 or 7 in the Wretched Tales series. It’s been an awesome ride doing these books and I’m happy to say, very rewarding. People have been downloading this series to the tune of nearly 10k between ARe and Smashwords. That doesn’t include the downloads on Goodreads either. Thanks so much. 

It seems I found my niche; writing rock stars with bad attitudes and loose lips. *giggles* I love them all and I’ll be starting another set of books after The Wretched, but they won’t be free nor will it be as long.

Anyways, before I put Corey and company to bed, 2.5 is on the docket. It’s called Is This Love and me and Shar love it. We think it’s our best one yet and because we didn’t do the installment in July, we made this one longer and will be releasing the volume with another off scene right behind it. 

While writing, the Whitesnake tune came to my head and of course I decided, hell, let’s name it Is This Love. Corey is questioning his feelings for a certain someone in this book.

Will he get the happiness he craves? You’ll have to read to find out.

Here’s a snippet.

* * * *

Just as I suspected, the war in my head begun, completely overtaking the stupid banter of my bandmates in the background.

Should I chalk it up and tell Nicolai I’m sorry or wait it out to talk with Trey?

And if I did say fuck it and go back to Nicolai, would it be a mistake or would the bigger error be waiting for Trey tell me what was on his mind?

There were pros and cons to both, but regardless, I couldn’t stop thinking about Trey and how much I wanted us to be together; his body on top of mine, the kisses, the caresses.

That flip floppy thing my heart did almost a day ago was real and not just gas building in my chest or stomach. It was my connection with Trey DelaConte.

It was my fucking heart filling with something I’d never experienced.

It was love.

It was fucking love for Trey DelaConte and no one else.

When I told Nicolai to take his girl and go fuck himself, I meant it because I loved Trey DelaConte.

Because of that feeling, I had to give us a chance.

I had to give us something to hold on to, even if Nicolai’s chiding and the girl coming were more than threatenig.

I had to do this because my connection with Trey was more than infatuation.

I had to because I fucking loved Trey DelaConte and settling for anyone else meant failure.

Before I could go to sleep comfortably, we arrived at the venue for sound check. It went off without a hitch, with me nailing every bass part even though my every piece of my body was hurting.

My head from thinking about Trey.

My ass because of Trey and my fucking heart because I was almost sure I was being set up for heartbreak.

As Nicolai said, Trey couldn’t handle it. He bailed on me when I needed him to be there. He couldn’t take the heat I was dishing out. He didn’t want to own up to what occurred between us so instead of talking out like a man, he faked an illness and ran off like a scared little bitch.

And here I thought this man had balls. He told the record company to put his bi status in the band’s bio. He could stand up to fans and haters who wanted to call him a fag. Trey walked around like the badass on the block, but instead of telling me he couldn’t do this, he left me behind to make an ass out of myself.

Yeah, thanks for that.

Despite it all, I still wanted this man with every fiber of my being. I needed to tell him how much I loved him, how I wanted to be his regardless of what would happen next. Although I desired to be his one and only, I’d settle to be a third in his life and not in Nicolai’s just to be around him. Yes, I said it so I’d have a small chance of turning his head all the way around to be with me.

I desired that chance.

I thought I deserved it.

Hell, I thought that was the least he could do after leaving me in bed alone.

He owes me.

Trey fucking owed me.

He owed me big time in a very big way.

As you can tell my friends, I am angry. I’m angry the man I’m falling in love with is a douche. He’s not as bad as Nicolai, but he is a douchebag for not staying behind and telling me how he felt. I know what he’ll say. He was scared we were getting too close; he needed to clear his head. Yeah, that’s what we men do. When the heats’ turned up, we run away with our tails between our legs. I know all of this because I’ve used the excuses myself back in the day so I get it, but I really thought he was different and better.

And better.

Better than any man who claims he can’t handle a potential lover.

I get it. He still has a woman and she’s special to him, but what about me?


We don’t know each other all that well, but I believe in fate.

I believe in things happening for a reason, Karma, and all that even though I am an atheist.

I’m a believer in desire, in love at first sight, why because I like having hope in something.

That sounds godly, right? I’m sure it does. If I don’t keep my faith in anything else, it’s the power of attraction and connection because, my friends, I really want to fall in love.

I want a person in my life I could call my own. I don’t care about gender; not in the least. If we have that connection, I know we can make it work. I have that thing with Trey and I wanna pursue it.

If there is anything at all you’ve learned from reading my thoughts, it’s that a relationship is what I want. Despite the love for kink, I desire the vanilla. I want to make love, cuddle, wake up with morning breath next to this person and still kiss. I want coffee in the morning with him or her, to read the paper, to get ready for work which in my world, would be a sound check or recording with whatever band I’m in. And I want to see him or her off to work, or hell, just kiss them on the way out because I wanna take care of my someone so they won’t have to hold down a job.

You know why? Because, even though I love the kink and the fun, I love the regular daily shit a lot more. It means more to me. The kink you can do with just about anyone, but anything meaningful is saved for someone who matters.

I want someone that matters in my life.

For the rest of my life.

I thought that would be Trey and I still have hope that it will.


Good morning all. I’m happy to have wicked Sis, BLMorticia on today with a little snippet from her next in The Wretched series, Greed Will Get You Everywhere. Take it away BL!


Thanks Rawiya. Yeah, this is Rawiya’s segment for us to talk about how a song inspired us but really, Black Hole Sun is the song Corey is singing in the beginning of this story. *chuckles* And actually, Shar remarked how much she truly loved Soundgarden and would love to see them live so, since she’s on the grunge metal kick, why not! In this part, Corey is singing before having a tit for tat with the object of his wayward affection, Nicolai Zander, the lead singer.

Enjoy this little bit from the story.

nicholi_2.3oneBlack hole sun, won’t you come and wash away the rain−” The raspy wail of Chris Cornell woke me up from my post sex haze and I wiped my mouth of the trail of saliva. “Fucking hell! Renee?” I slightly rose my head and turned to the left, peeping the empty foil packets and a plastic baggy with two pills inside sitting atop stained sheets. “Corey?” I shaded my eyes from the light peeking through the blinds. I looked to the right, seeing Corey’s Viking garb and his sword lying on the carpet. What the fuck went on here after Corey and I did it? Did we party? Did we have more sex?

I sure fucking hope so.

My mind didn’t have a clue.

“Won’t you come−” Corey stepped out the bathroom, crooning, fully dressed in black jeans and a Metallica tee with a toothbrush hanging from the side of his mouth. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty. There’s some coffee ready if you want some.” He spun around, still finishing the song.

“Uh, thanks and good morning to you, princess. Where’s my queen at? Do you know?” I slowly moved, trying to sit upright in this rather uncomfortable bed. I winced when my joints protested my motions. “Corey?”

“I haven’t heard a thing from Queen Renee. After you conked out, I went back to my room to get some proper sleep. Good thing we didn’t have a show today. Everyone was probably too drunk or high to look for either one of our asses.” Corey yelled back from the bathroom over the next Soundgarden tune.

“Yeah. Ow.” I held my head, feeling the tension in my temples. Just what the hell did I have after Corey allowed me to butt fuck him with no lube? “Hey stud, did you catch the license plate of the Mack truck that hit me earlier?”

Corey laughed, “Yeah. Speed with a little of Corey, asswipe. We had a drink, took a couple of pills and you passed out on me. So I ran back to my room, got a shower, a nap, and came back in here.”

“Why?” I attempted to scoot to the edge of the mattress but my fucking legs went numb.

“Cause I’m a glutton for punishment I suppose. I don’t get why I like you, Nicolai. I want to get you out of my system cause I know I can’t trust your ass.”

Hearing that, I had to smile a little. I knew I had Corey Patrick around my little finger and I was overjoyed knowing it was actually true. “You love me−” Yeah I was feeling a little emotional. Not only did I want this man something fierce but I desired the connection with him like I had with Renee. You got a problem with my sentimental side?

Yeah I know you don’t.

“Fuck no, I think I lust you and you know what they say about lust.” Corey replied and leaned against the doorway.

“Yeah but you don’t wanna admit that it’s more Corey.” Still in pain, I moved slightly and laid out on the bed so he could catch my semi erect cock standing proudly between my legs. Eyeing him, I gave my balls a quick tug. “Look babe, let’s stop playing games. You feel a lot more for me than you do, say Deborah Meyer, Bryan, or Trey. You been wanting me for months, I know this.”

Corey moistened his lips and dropped his brown gaze. “You don’t know shit−”

“Yeah I do, Corey. Like you said, if you really didn’t want me, then you wouldn’t have come back to this room. You would’ve stayed in yours and waited to see me later on at the dinner table when I suppose everybody else will wake the fuck up. You wouldn’t be in my room brushing those pretty ass teeth that I’d like to stick my cock in between while you suck me. Dude, Corey…babe, you want this. I. Own. You. And, your emotions.” I stroked myself while speaking the sweet words. I knew it and so did Corey. He just didn’t know in what capacity.

“Stop that, Nicolai. I care, I know I do. A little too fucking much if you ask me. I wondered if you’d wake up okay after we downed them pills with the Jager.”

I chuckled in response. “Babe, I’m damn near invincible. I been popping, snorting, and then some almost as long as you been on earth. I’m a legend, Corey. With the devil behind me, nothing can fucking happen to me.”


Look for Wretched 2.3 to be up by early next week.

To catch up with the whole series, click here





Shar’s post today is about her reality vs yours. How it differs especially when it comes to fiction





One Shot is an ARe bestseller.

At the time of posting, #34


*throws confetti*

Thanks to all who’ve bought this story and guess what?

A sequel is on it’s way!


I’m thrilled to say at the time of this post, One Shot made it on the best sellers in multicultural and African American romance.

Also a Silver Star on All Romance Books!


Thanks readers.

I also received a lovely review on Amazon for One Shot!

Click here to read the full review.

Haven’t picked up One Shot yet?

Then here are the links!




Support my writing with Ko-Fi

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com


* Save Me Scottie’s Story

1 / 40000

Blog Topics

Rawiya’s Accomplishements

ARe Silver Star Mocha Kisses and Coffee
ARe Silver Star I Like Em Pretty MF
ARe Silver Star One Shot
ARe Silver Star Only that Night ANTHO
ARe Silver Star I Love You Rhett Vorhees