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Swing Blog Tour - An Interview with Jolie du Pre
Posted in Blog Tour, Swing Anthology, adult on April 1st, 2009 by swingant
Swing! Adventures in Swinging by Today’s Top Erotica Writers is edited by Jolie du Pre and published by Logical-Lust. The official release date for this exciting swinging erotica anthology is April 24, 2009. It includes 25 stories by 25 of today’s top erotica writers.

Our first BLOG TOUR stop is with the founder and editor of Swing! - Jolie du Pre.

1. Why do you write erotica and what do you love best about it?

I write erotica because I like to write, and because I enjoy and appreciate sex. I love it when an author can create a sexual situation, yet at the same time, tell a story. The first erotica book that I remember reading, at 16, was Nin’s Delta of Venus. The most scandalous, that I read around the same age, was Hollander’s The Happy Hooker.

2. Tell us about your story in Swing! Adventures in Swinging by Today’s Top Erotica Writers and please feel free to give us an excerpt.

Two of the main characters in my story are a couple that are being forced out of the small town where they live because they’ve been operating a swing club out of their home. It’s not that it’s against the law for them to have the club, it’s that some of the religious members of the community want them out. My tale looks at what can happen when you come face to face with your persecutors.

She’s standing at the meat counter, talking to a woman. I can hear her all the way in produce.

“Everyone is in agreement. We’ve won!”

“Sodom and Gomorrah! The sooner we shut them down the better this town will be.”

I grab the bag of oranges and hurry over to check-out. The last thing I need is to run into Shirley. She’d have no qualms about attacking me right in the middle of the grocery store.

Inside our house, my husband Dave is on his computer. Ever since we learned what the town is up to, he has put his focus on getting us out of here.

“It’s all set! I’ll be working with my brother when we move to Chicago. He’s rented the space. All we have to do now is move in.”

I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone else. I’m used to that. Dave grew up in the city and only agreed to live in a small town due to the job offer here. He could deal with Chicago. As for me, I’m not so sure.

“I saw Shirley in the grocery store, talking to someone about us. She’s all fired up that our club may close.”

“Honey, the town has us by the balls. Not much we can do about it anymore. This is the wrong place for our club. We were crazy to think nobody in the town would find out about it. We’ll start fresh in Chicago.”

Dave had taken the stress of the situation and turned it into a positive. But it was a lot harder for me.

“I gotta go to work. I’ll see you tonight.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

“Good.” He grabs some keys. “I’ll take the truck. See ya.”

I put the oranges in the refrigerator and then walk into the bedroom. Why should I leave? We have every right to be here like everyone else. I fall on the bed, face down.

Shirley. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just her. She’s just the ring leader. And boy did she work hard. She must have spent six months gathering signatures, holding town meetings, sending us letters to let us know that what we do is not welcome.

Honest sex. That’s what swinging is. Honest sex. What’s so wrong with that? Our club is small—just the two rooms and the room with the hot tub. Our crowd is small. It’s not like the entire town is swinging. We mind our own business. Yet, Shirley is determined for us to close.

I turn and lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I can see lots of dead bugs inside the ceiling light. Ever since this thing had gone down, cleaning has not been on the top of my list. I spend a lot of time wallowing in self pity. Just mustering enough motivation to get the basics done takes work. Like the post office. I really need to go to the post office.

I pull myself off the bed and gather the bills that I had been meaning to mail. This is my job, and Dave wouldn’t be too happy with me for being so lazy lately.

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