About Wilful
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My most recent publication is...

A contribution to the Lush Summer anthology now available on Amazon. A pair of Australian marine park divers work out a mutual adrenalin rush after a close encounter with a great white shark. It's a slow burn, with plenty of tension and heat, just perfect for a summer read. And of course, it's amongst sizzling company from some of the hottest authors on Lush, such as Buz, Poppet, MadameMolly, Liz and Sitting, just to name a few.

I'm inspired by...

Everything. Seriously, there’s a story in absolutely everything. Whether it’s an erotic spin-off of The Walking Dead, an experience I had at an airport lounge, a line from a song, or a fleeting vision of a woman in orange pants who was walking with her young son in a car park… I daydream a lot, maybe too much, definitely. I can spiral nearly anything into a story worth ruminating on. One that sticks hard for me is a young woman playing speed chess with a homeless man on a busy street corner in Sydney, while a moving Johnny Cash song blared from a nearby stereo. I’d just love to turn that into a story, but I’m just not sure where to go with it.

I started writing because...

I love it. I’ve always loved it. I’ve always had a wild imagination, and the ability to create my own universe and escape into it is just so appealing. As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a writer, even before the cliché boyhood dreams of becoming a policeman or a fighter pilot.

How did you get in to writing erotica?

Penthouse Forums were my first exposure to the art, which after many years of appreciation, eventually had me wondering if I could write some myself, and maybe even make a few dollars on the side. I thought it might be what I needed to break my procrastination for my own writing aspirations. In looking into it with a friend, he turned me onto internet erotica. Another year or two of…appreciation, and I finally had a crack at it myself.

I started with something simple, more as an exercise than anything else. I hadn’t set out to develop a plot or the characters, or anything. It was just to see what people thought of my writing. It was a version of Sleeping Over, which even now, remains my most read story. Beginner’s luck, I suppose.

What's your favourite writing genre, and why?

I don’t know that I particularly have a favourite erotic genre in terms of writing. All my stories so far are in different categories. I prefer to write something with a bit more story to it, rather than just boy meets girl, boy fucks girl, the end. I think the common thread in my writing is the focus on the female characters, even though I mainly write from the male perspective.

As a reader, I mostly enjoy the stories where women are sexually confident, and either embrace their sexuality, or surrender to it. So in that regard, I suppose I’m drawn to the group and cheating categories as an extension of that. I hope that my own writing captures that theme of female sexual empowerment to some extent. I just find it so fascinating, not to mention arousing.

Where do you get your creative juice / story ideas from?

Like I imagine most writers would answer, a mixture of fantasy and real life experience. The Houseguest and the first part of Overflow are almost entirely dreamt up, whereas Warning Order and Special Assistance are drawn heavily from my own life. Either way, I usually map out the story in my mind first, “road-testing” the good bits during periods of more solitary…reflection, you know, to make sure they’re up to it, and then I type it out.

What are your turn-ons?

I like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. Fuck, I don’t know. I’m up for just about anything. I love female first person stories where the writer takes me on a journey, bringing me in on the secret, the sluttier the better. You know, the kind where you can almost imagine her lips unapologetically curled in a mischievous smirk as she tells the story? The fantasy that it could actually be true heightens the experience for me. But ultimately, I think it comes down to the quality of the storytelling. If you ask me nicely, and all that.

Name:
William Hawke
Sex:
Male 
Age:
39
Sign:
Aries
Relationship Status:
Married
Orientation:
Straight
Location:
Interests:
Hmmm, life – my family, writing, travel, getting out in the sunshine. And five hours of television each day, six if there’s something good on.
Favorite Books:
Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.

"It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured."

So begins this epic, mesmerizing first novel set in the underworld of contemporary Bombay. Shantaram is narrated by Lin, an escaped convict with a false passport who flees maximum security prison in Australia for the teeming streets of a city where he can disappear. Accompanied by his guide and faithful friend, Prabaker, the two enter Bombay's hidden society of beggars and gangsters, prostitutes and holy men, soldiers and actors, and Indians and exiles from other countries, who seek in this remarkable place what they cannot find elsewhere.

As a hunted man without a home, family, or identity, Lin searches for love and meaning while running a clinic in one of the city's poorest slums, and serving his apprenticeship in the dark arts of the Bombay mafia. The search leads him to war, prison torture, murder, and a series of enigmatic and bloody betrayals.

Burning slums and five-star hotels, romantic love and prison agonies, criminal wars and Bollywood films, spiritual gurus and mujahidin guerrillas---this huge novel has the world of human experience in its reach, and a passionate love for India at its heart. Based on the life of the author, it is by any measure the debut of an extraordinary voice in literature.
Favorite Authors:
I don’t know that I actually have a favourite author. If a story can keep me engaged with good writing, an interesting plot and sympathetic characters, I’m in. I find myself being more attracted to who the author is and the life they’ve led, more so than what they’ve written. It’s when their stories are drawn from their real lives that I become truly hooked. Gregory David Roberts and Andy McNab are two that immediately come to mind, and I find myself wanting to consume everything they’ve written.

I loved the Roald Dahl books that were read to me as a kid, capturing my imagination and taking me on fantastic journeys. Jack London was an easy-to-read storyteller who was among the first I read on my own. Tom Clancy was a predictable transition into my teens and indulged my adolescent interest in big boys’ toys. And Matthew Reilly and Suzanne Collins are an almost embarrassing escape into airport fiction. But for the most part, I’ll read just about anyone.
Favorite Movies:
I’m going to admit to Bring It On. That’s right, I’m not ashamed. I stumbled across it one night, while flicking through a dismal selection on television. I’d seen the shorts for it on a video a few years earlier – remember those? Video cassettes? – and I wasn’t particularly interested. But it was the lesser of all the free-to-air evils at the time. Anyway, I really enjoyed it. It was light, it was fun, it was chock-full of attractive high school girls in limited clothing. And Eliza Dushku’s character, Missy Pantone, has to be the coolest chick ever. It had attitude, but without being bitchy. I love it.
Favourite TV Shows:
The West Wing, The Big Bang Theory, Friends (including the Joey spin-off), Seinfeld, Frasier, Justified, Everybody Loves Raymond, The Gilmore Girls (they speak fast, but they speak true), Burn Notice, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, The Newsroom, The Walking Dead, Boston Legal, How I Met Your Mother, Star Trek: Voyager, Goggle Box, Dragon's Den and The Shark Tank, MasterChef, Location Location Location, Selling Houses Australia, and of course The Simpsons.
Favorite Music:
Mainly top 40s radio in the car. Pretty boring and mainstream, I know. I like the more conventional melodic sound. But my wife is dragging me kicking and screaming into the present day, with her frequent downloads and constant retuning the radio to Triple J. I’m quite partial to some more alternative music, some Aussie hip hop, the occasional dance or dubstep number, and a little country too. A bit of everything really. The music that stands out though is the stuff with a political message. Check out the videos down below if you’re interested.
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Topic: Fear the Walking Dead - the new spin-off
Posted: 26 Aug 2015 05:29

I taped it... and it's killing me. I can't wait to hook in on the weekend.

I'm really excited to see how it all goes down. It's a great idea to take the audience back to the beginning, rather than just pull a CSI/Law & Order style Zombies LA. It should give the spin-off a really good chance of success. Unless of course the first five minutes misled me and it's just more of the same with palm trees.

The characters didn't blow my skirt up, but like I say, I only saw a couple of minutes worth. Give 'em a chance and all that. If nothing else, if they don't grow on me, they might get eaten quickly...

Topic: Can I get an interview with you?
Posted: 08 Aug 2015 18:20

Introduce the title of your story: Adrenalin
Genre/Category: Oral Sex
Provide the link: http://www.amazon.com/Lush-Summer-Buz-Bono-ebook/dp/B013CT6CFM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1439083104&sr=8-1&keywords=lush+summer

1. What first inspired you to write this particular story?

It’s an idea I’ve had for a few years now. I wanted to take a look at how two people who have a really close relationship, but otherwise shouldn’t be together, might cross that line with each other after an unusual shared experience. In this case, a pair of marine park divers who have a brush with a great white shark. The recent call for submissions for the Lush Summer anthology was the kicking I needed to bring it to life.

2. How did you come up with these characters?

George is an amalgam of a couple of women from my life in an attempt to create the coolest chick I could. Drawing from a petite ex-, I took her fierce intellect and highly capable physicality, together with her maturity and the genuine warmth that lay just beneath her sometimes-intimidating exterior. Combining those qualities with the wickedly filthy sense of humour and lifelong bond I share with my best mate, I had the perfect female character.

The male character is loosely based on me, in another self-indulgent exercise. His backstory as an ex-special forces soldier gives him the necessary skills to keep up with George, and the mettle to face off with the great white shark. But the core of his character, and the heart of the story, is how the adrenalin rush from the encounter throws him off balance. This similarly confident operator becomes racked with doubt and uncertainty in the aftermath, leaving him very much vulnerable.

3. How does it differ from some of your other stories?

In addition to just being an oral sex story, this one’s an incredibly slow burn. I originally thought it’d be all done and dusted in a cheeky four or five thousand words. But by the time I finished, I was approaching eleven thousand. I certainly think the payoff is worth it, and there’s just as much fun to be had in the lead up. Still, I’m surprised it took me so long to get there.

4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?

Capturing the tension in the encounter with the shark was a lot more difficult than I expected. I of course needed to ratchet up the fear and suspense, but I also needed to pace it right. I didn’t want this to be a Jaws knock off. It was hard to keep the shark from stealing the show. It’s merely the catalyst for the two of them to have an encounter of their own.

5. Anything else you want to tell us about it?

This is just one of many amazing stories in the Lush Summer anthology. Buz, Poppet, MadameMolly, Jimmy Starling, Liz, Pervystoryteller and SITTING all have smoking hot contributions to it as well. It’s definitely the best value read you’ll get your hands on this summer.

And despite the recent spate of shark attacks in the headlines of late, it’s still worth remembering that more people are killed by vending machines each year than sharks. Just sayin’…

Topic: Post the title most recent song that you listened to
Posted: 07 Aug 2015 23:19

Growing Up (Sloane's Song) by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, featuring Ed Sheeran

Topic: Lush Summer
Posted: 07 Aug 2015 15:19

I was up until the small hours last night with this, double entendre and all. Hell, I was up again at six o'clock this morning for another go at it. Some really smoking hot stories for sure. Great job, guys. It's an awesome read!

More than anything, I'm especially tickled to have stumbled ass-backwards into a blowjob battle with Liz. Whoever wins, I demand a rematch! evil4

Topic: Trouble posting my ebook here on lush
Posted: 05 Aug 2015 16:17

How's Gav coming along?

amazon.com is still showing "unable to parse image", while amazon.com.au is showing "unable to parse description". I'm making do with amazon.co.uk as suggested in the meantime.

With the Lush Summer anthology hot off the presses, it'd be great if the contributing authors could get the link up quickly on their profile pages.

Topic: what are you drinking?
Posted: 05 Aug 2015 07:40

Milk. I'm about to go to bed. Goodnight, all.

Topic: Lush Summer's Adrenalin
Posted: 05 Aug 2015 06:52

A little teaser from my latest story…

I chased the slowly ascending trail of bubbles around the leaning prow of the trawler. They were long, diagonal dashes of air, luminescent silver against the azure of the ocean from which they rose. Following the broken line to its source, my eyes fell once again on that perfect, heart-shaped ass flexing and undulating in the tight purple wetsuit as she finned along the hull.

It was a short wetsuit, thankfully, revealing plenty of creamy flesh on George’s slender thighs. She manoeuvred into a vertical hover alongside the wreck, and I drifted in beside her, bumping gently against her. Even beneath twenty-two metres of ocean, the smooth touch of her skin against my exposed forearm and calf felt lovely, the semi-weightlessness making her all the softer.

George playfully wacked me on the bicep, the tap sounding almost metallic under the water. I protested my innocence with an exaggerated shrug, but she was having none of it. Shaking her head in mock admonishment, she turned off the camera and tucked it into a pouch on her black buoyancy-control vest.

Finished with our survey of the shipwreck, I secured my underwater writing slate in one of my own orange pouches. The unworldly rip of Velcro broke through the periodic percolations of the breath fizzing from my regulator. There was something eerie about the soundscape of a dive: the roaring silence, the enveloping echoes, the closeness.

Not for the first time during the dive, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Knowing better than to ignore my sixth sense, I double-checked my equipment, paying particular attention to the depth and pressure gages, and my remaining air. Everything was as it should be. Then I scanned the endless blue around us in slow, sweeping arcs. It was probably verging on paranoia, but long bitter experience had taught me to trust those little feelings of dread.

George’s fine dark brows were furrowed behind her yellow-rimmed face mask as she studied me. She hadn’t put a lot of stock in my military diving experience from a previous life, and my anal checking and re-checking rituals had become a source of great amusement for her. No doubt the ribbing I would receive back on dry land would be merciless. Still, none of the other rangers responsible for patrolling the Batemans Marine Park could keep up with her underwater, or topside for that matter. Consequently, we had formed a tight partnership over the last three months.

Holding both my thumbs up to her, I indicated that everything was okay. She paused a moment, then checked her own gages before forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger, the other fingers extended to make the correct civilian ‘okay’ signal. I snorted a laugh, a short puff of bubbles hissing from my regulator. Despite the shit she would sling my way, George was still a professional. I knew she couldn’t help herself.

She took her regulator from her mouth and poked her tongue out at me. I gave her a wanking gesture in return, moving a loose fist back and forth near my crotch as she bit back into her mouthpiece. George’s hands went straight to her hips, complete with a head tilt. Short blasts of air betrayed her amusement with our mimed banter, but then she quickly refocussed us on the task of returning to the shore.

A quick flurry of hand signals, and then George gracefully spun in the water as I finned in on her left. The towering wreck stood behind us. In front, the bed of dark boulders, rock gullies and vegetation, linked by increasing patches of sand, meandered back towards the beach a few hundred metres inside Guerilla Bay.

She set off first, and I made to follow, lifting my knee to kick my fin. I glanced over at her. A thick line of glowing bubbles lifted off from around her face, drawing a curtain of air across my view of the ocean beyond.

I thought I saw something in the distance, just before it was obscured by her exhalation.

Time stood still.

It was the ice-cold chill that shot down my spine that first confirmed the danger. Even before I knew what it was, the flood of adrenalin prepared me to face the threat.

My heartrate quickened. My vision tunnelled. What sound there was dissipated until there was nothing but a high-pitched ringing in my ears.

The bubbles cleared, leaving a clear view of the deep blue ocean beyond the curved purple horizon of George’s ass.

The muted sunlight reflecting off the pectoral fins caught my attention first. Then my eyes focussed on the large illuminated area that ran all the way from its pointed nose up to its high dorsal fin. Its dark, menacing smile beneath was almost hypnotic. But it wasn’t until I made out the small black eyes on either side of its head, seemingly angled in an angry expression from my vantage point directly in front, that my brain finally processed the situation.

Shark.

What happens next is available at amazon.com.

Topic: Lush Summer
Posted: 02 Aug 2015 15:49

Now proofing the final document of the anthology, and my poor, overworked, North American Spell Check function keeps wanting to change arse to arise.

If you'd like to send those British ladies who have caused you so much grief over to my stable, I'd be more than happy to give them a spanking for you. evil4

Topic: Announcing the Winners of our "Money Talks" Story Competition
Posted: 20 Jul 2015 04:53

Congratulations to the winners and honourable mentions. It was a huge field this time around, and a hell of an achievement to do so well amongst them. And of course, well done to everyone else who entered. There's some amazing talent here on Lush. The competitions seem to be getting harder and harder each time.

Topic: Post the title most recent song that you listened to
Posted: 19 Jul 2015 06:42

Strong by London Grammar

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Adrenalin

Neither of us spoke. The only sound was the foaming waves washing in around us. I held my hands in my lap beneath the froth, willing them to be still. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George tuck the camera away and look back up at me. I stared off into the main part of the bay beyond the rocky islet, not really watching the sun seekers sprinkled on the larger beach that curved southeast...

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