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Guest Blog- Donna George Storey- The Erotic Pleasures of Intercultural Understanding

I am delighted to be able to welcome Donna George Storey to my site today. Donna was one of the very first writers recommended to me when I started in this erotica business- and to have her on my site today, well- as they say in these parts- I’m well chuffed!!   Over to you Donna…

The Erotic Pleasures of Intercultural Understanding

Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog, Kay.  It’s a real pleasure to be here to share my bedtime story.

As a child, I was always fascinated by foreign languages and cultures and dreamed of traveling the world.  Asia was especially mysterious and alluring to me.  After I graduated from college in 1983, I decided to go to Kyoto to teach English, with just a year of formal Japanese language study under my belt.  Many years later, my adventures as a foreigner in a hospitable land inspired my novel, Amorous Woman, which has just been re-released as an ebook with the new erotica publisher Iro Books [http://irobooks.com/].  I have to say I’m especially gratified when other Japan hands (known in Japan as gaijin) assure me that I “got it just right.”

I did not write erotica when I lived in Japan–that came a decade later, when I had a lot more self-confidence.  But I was reading it in the form of Japanese comic books, or manga, that were readily available in every 24-hour convenience store.  I remember leafing through the offerings at the rack (in later years they were wrapped in plastic tape, to prevent browsers from skimming the juicy parts or perhaps wrinkling the pages) and boldly marching to the register to buy the magazine with the most beautiful pictures.  This was for cultural research, I told myself, and indeed it wasn’t a lie.  With a dictionary by my side, I poured over the scandalous stories, learning not only new words, but some of the favorite sexual scenarios, turn-on’s and taboos of Japanese society.  A handsome fellow pleasuring his boss’s wife while the boss slept off too many beers in the next room, a respectable lady wearing benwa balls in public at her lover’s request, a Japanese woman teaching a foreign man how to slowly strip off the elaborate layers of her kimono—these stories were hot, but also revealed longings that no Japanese friend would ever reveal to me over coffee and cake.  With the help of my new textbooks, I was able to read colloquial Japanese much more fluently in no time at all!

This is a sample illustration from the very first erotic comic I bought.  At that time, the Japanese government did not allow genitals or pubic hair to be shown.  In fact, a team of old ladies was employed to scratch away the pubic hair of the models in imported men’s magazines to protect the populace, as presumably these venerable grandmothers themselves would not be in danger of lustful urges.  Japanese manga artists had to compensate for this censorship in the way they depicted nude bodies alone and together.  I actually found that, like poetry, restrictions often spurred the artists to be especially creative in the way they evoked these forbidden areas.

The magazines I bought in the early 1980s were written by men, but a few years later, the hot topic was the new prominence of women illustrators and story writers who wrote specifically for female readers.  These “ladies’ comics” became a popular subject of study for Japanese academics in the U.S.—apparently they agreed with me that perusing manga porn was valuable cultural research!  A professor friend of mine even interviewed several authors of ladies’ comics and was surprised that they were in fact just ordinary housewives.  When I wrote Amorous Woman, I decided to include a female character who wrote erotic comics, Chieko, the best friend of my protagonist, Lydia.  Of course, since I myself was an erotica writer and ordinary housewife, I had a lot of fun exploring Lydia’s shock and curiosity about her seemingly sweet friend who had such a wild secret life as a published pornographer.

Here’s an excerpt from the chapter that pays homage to a very special way to gain a deeper understanding of another culture:

Eagerly I pulled out the next comic, the cover adorned with a drawing of a foreign woman, her enormous tits spilling out of a bustier with cups so pointy they could function as a deadly weapon. The stories in this volume were kinkier, with elaborate shibari bondage and writhing women stuffed with double-headed dildoes. I blushed, glad Chieko wasn’t here to see my reaction. Since I’d come to Japan, my fantasies had definitely wandered into S&M territory, one of my many adaptations to the culture.

In this story, a curvaceous young receptionist at a construction company shared a few cold beers with her gangster-like boss at day’s end, then headed off to the co-ed restroom to relieve herself. When she opened the door of the stall, she discovered to her dismay that the man was lurking by the sink with a wicked grin. What a naughty girl you are, to let a man hear you go pee-pee. Now that you let me listen, I have a right to see what you’ve got down there, too. Pushing her down on all fours beside the squat-style toilet, he yanked up her mini skirt and examined her pussy and asshole with a penlight, demanding she describe her own private parts to him. She protested—I can’t say it, I’ve never looked at myself down there—but the boss refused to believe her and threatened to fuck her with the penlight if she didn’t obey orders. Delirious with arousal and shame, the receptionist stuttered out the words: My pussy is red and slick with my juices, the lips are quivering with excitement and when I push myself open they’re all puffy and swollen, oh, please, I can’t go on. I’m so embarrassed, I could die. As a reward, the boss soothed her with his tongue and the tale ended happily with the couple screwing doggy-style on the restroom floor.

I rolled my eyes, but I also felt I’d gotten a glimpse into a couple of other Japanese sexual taboos. I’d noticed over the years that my Japanese women friends always flushed immediately when they entered a toilet stall and, in fact, I’d never once heard the sound of urination. Even the easygoing Chieko was careful to preserve this custom. With the cleanliness fetish in this country, fucking on the floor of a public restroom would surely be the height of depravity. More brazen still was the young woman’s courage in speaking the unspeakable. She actually described what the Japanese censors wouldn’t allow us to see, the visible evidence of her sexual desire, not to mention her tacit admission that she’d studied her own pussy in a mirror when she masturbated.

Now I was definitely turned on.

But what really got my mind racing was the thought that my own friend had imagined and created these stories. In her presence, I hadn’t allowed myself to think about what it meant to her to draw these pictures day after day. Now the questions swirled through my mind like the wild serpentine locks of her lesbian lovers. Did an editor assign the stories or did she make them up herself? Did she ever feel dirty catering to men’s fantasies for money? Was she excited by her own work? Did she imagine me—us?—in the throes of sexual bliss as she drew the two women together? Did she masturbate at her desk, legs spread wide around the chair, finger wiggling as she gazed at the lewd image that had sprung from her own head?

I jumped up from the sofa, determined not to masturbate again today. It was time for dinner, although I wasn’t hungry, not in that way. A salad seemed right for such a hot evening. I pulled a package of cucumbers from the refrigerator and removed one from the plastic wrapping. I washed it under cold water, rubbing its slightly nubby length with my palm.

I thought of the housewife in Chieko’s story and her vegetal yearnings. Japanese cucumbers were smaller than the American variety, just the right size for a little self-comfort on a lonely evening.

Already, the saintly intentions were fading…

About Amorous Woman…

Travel to a rustic hot-springs inn where anything goes after midnight, don the gorgeous kimono of a Japanese bride, romp in the dungeon room of a rent-by-the-hour love hotel, act out an orgy straight from manga porn, and slip inside Kyoto’s most exclusive restaurants for exquisite dinners of seduction . . .

An American woman’s sexual awakening in Japan, testing the limits of love and sensual pleasure.  Described by critics as “rich with sensual detail, humor, and emotional complexity,” “hard to put down,” and “literary erotica at its best,” the novel received rave reviews when it was first published in 2007. Now available again as a digital-only publication, Amorous Woman will change your image of Japan—and erotica—forever.

Donna George Storey’s adults-only tales have appeared in over 150 journals and anthologies including Penthouse, Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents the Best of Donna George Storey, and Best Erotic Romance.

Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Amorous-Woman-ebook/dp/B0092X2SN8/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1349378656&sr=8-1

Amazon US

http://www.amazon.com/Amorous-Woman-ebook/dp/B0092X2SN8/ref=tmm_kin_title_0

Amorous Woman Book Trailer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlnXqY-LyEE

website link

http://www.donnageorgestorey.com/

Facebook

http://www.facebook.com/DGSauthor

Thanks for introducing us to the world of Japanese erotica Donna. What a wonderful blog. That was absolutely fascinating!!

Happy reading everyone!

Kay x

 

 

 

Guest Blog- Jeremy Edwards and Jeremy Edwards!!

I am chuffed to bits to have the wonderful Jeremy Edwards with me!! Over to you Jeremy…

Thank you, fabulous Kay, for inviting me here today!

Though I’m a guest on this blog, I’ve taken the liberty of bringing along a guest of my own:

Young Jeremy Edwards

*My thirteen-year-old writer self!*

There he is at the typewriter in early 1976, possibly writing the very story shown in the screen-capture excerpt. At the risk of interrupting a writer in flow—after all, I *know* he managed to finish the story, so we needn’t worry too much—I’m going to initiate a little person-to-same-person-only-younger chat.

OLD JEREMY

I’m very impressed with your prose, I have to say. (I trust it’s not unseemly for me to compliment myself in this fashion. I think enough time has elapsed to make it OK.) Kudos to you for changing “remember” to “recall,” when you’d just had “remembered” two sentences earlier. That’s exactly what *I* would do!

YOUNG JEREMY

Cool.

OLD JEREMY

Along those lines, you might want to watch out for an excess of “almosts”—you have three in that first paragraph. Keep in mind you can use “nearly” or “practically.” And don’t overlook the possibility that the qualifier might actually be unnecessary in some instances.

Also: The Robins/Robinson thing works neatly, but in general I advise steering clear of character names ending in “s,” because the possessives become awfully messy…

YOUNG JEREMY

[Nods absently while leafing through Mad magazine.]

OLD JEREMY

Anyway … I notice that your story excerpt is set in what was then the future, with a specific reference to a “past” event in 2010. This made me laugh when I pulled the story out of the filing cabinet and read it for the first time in a decade or two, because it happened to *be* 2010 at the time. Any particular reason you chose that specific year?

YOUNG JEREMY

I just wanted something different from 2000, because everyone writes about the future being in 2000. And 2001 has been used, too.

Jeremy Edwards- All Grown Up!

OLD JEREMY

Actually, Clarke later wrote a sequel called 2010. But I believe that’s after your time.

So is this what you want to be, a writer?

YOUNG JEREMY

Well, I really want to be a famous actor. You know, a comedian and movie star. And be on TV, of course.

OLD JEREMY

Ah. Well, *in a way*, you will be on TV. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_MQqEweGQI&feature=player_embedded

YOUNG JEREMY

I love acting. I was in one play this winter—I was the star!—and there was a cute girl in the cast …

OLD JEREMY

Yes, I remember!

YOUNG JEREMY

But sometimes I just feel like sitting down and writing a story. It’s neat when that happens.

OLD JEREMY

I agree.

By the way, your wristwatch is facing in an odd direction.

YOUNG JEREMY

It keeps sliding around! It really bugs the hell out of me.

OLD JEREMY

I know. I stopped wearing them altogether—even before we had portable phones that gave us the time.

YOUNG JEREMY

Are they picture phones?

OLD JEREMY

The portable ones? No, not per se.

YOUNG JEREMY

I have a friend whose dad works for the phone company, and he says we’ll all have picture phones soon. They got to test one out in their house.

OLD JEREMY

That sounds great—if you don’t mind having other phone-company families as your only friends.

YOUNG JEREMY

Hahahaha. I like your sense of humor.

OLD JEREMY

I hoped you might.

YOUNG JEREMY

But I always imagined you’d have a mustache.

OLD JEREMY

By the way, you might be interested to know that my latest novel is set in the 1930s.

YOUNG JEREMY

Cool! Groucho Marx is my idol. Charlie Chaplin used to be my favorite, but that was before I knew about the Marx Brothers. Now they’re making new movies set in the thirties. Paper Moon and The Sting are two of the best movies I’ve seen. Paper Moon was the first PG movie I was allowed to go to. It’s so funny! Does your 1930s book have funny parts?

OLD JEREMY

I think I can safely say you’ll approve of it, when you’re old enough to read it. And write it.

YOUNG JEREMY

Don’t forget to put some “PG” stuff in it, like they do in the M*A*S*H books. [Does “Groucho” business with eyebrows.]

OLD JEREMY

Thank you. I’ll make a note.

The Pleasure Dial:

An Erotocomedic Novel of Old-Time Radio

by Jeremy Edwards

Available in paperback and e-book form from OC Press  and other vendors.

The year is 1934, and amiable New York gag writer Artie Plask has taken the West Coast plunge. His first day on staff with a top radio show introduces him to the irresistible Mariel Fenton, a wit among wits who immediately takes an interest in all aspects of Artie’s life—especially his private life. As Artie finds his feet in a world of blustering comedians, pansexual sex goddesses, timid screen legends, exhibitionistic scriptwriters, and self-infatuated geniuses, Mariel leads him on a zany journey up and down the pleasure dial—a giddy romp through Hollywood that’s chock-full of airwaves showdowns, writing-room counterplots, devious impersonations, naked meetings, and a sensuality-drenched assortment of erotic escapades.

Thanks ever so much for popping by Jeremy- and Young Jeremy of course (not to mention the ’TV’ Jeremy!!) Huge congrats on the paperback version of The Pleasure Dial hun! It is a wonderful book.

If any of you missed my review of this excellent work of comedy erotica, then just follow this link!

Happy reading everybody.

Kay xx

Guest Post- Giselle Renarde’s Nanny State

I would like to give a very warm welcome to the lovely Giselle Renarde today! Over to you Giselle…

I’ve written a lot of poems for my girlfriend.  Many of them are included in my anthology My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry.

Not this one.  ”Mistress Mother” is a poem I wrote on one of those desperate evenings alone, when my want overwhelmed my maturity.  I decided to include it in my lesbian kink novella Nanny State because it was just so perfectly apt.  Nanny State has a big focus on age play, discipline, punishment, suckling, and the Older/younger, Nanny/charge dynamic.

In Nanny State, “Nanny” Victoria is the author of the poem.  She wrote it as a university student, and reads it to “young” Summer, who is now in university herself and experiencing age play for the first time.

It was actually easier for me to publish the poem as a character’s writing rather than mine, because it meant I didn’t have to own those sentiments so directly.  As an erotica author, it can be easier to put fetishes on your characters or say you were just playing around rather than admit… yeah, that’s me.  I’m a kinkster.

But this is me. I wrote this.

“Mistress Mother” appears in full in Nanny State, but you can read it here too, just because I’m in a sharing mood.

 

 

 

 

Mistress Mother

 

 

By Giselle Renarde

 

Pull, push,
I hate you, I need you,
Mistress Mother.
Cling to your apron strings,
Soak your print dress with my tears,
Thrash as you pry me from your solid hips.

No!
Don’t leave!
I won’t survive without you.
Callous Mother!
Mistress Abandoner!
I won’t take this desertion lying down
How dare you abscond in the night?
You should be here beside me,
Mistress Mother

Needy, raging, screaming your name as I

battle the darkness,
I strike out against your absent form.
Where are you, Mistress Mother?
I am hopelessly alone.
Please pick me up.  Please take me back.
I’ve been a wretched child, but I can be

better. 
I can be good.  I can behave.
Give me one more chance and you’ll see my

angel wings.

Dejected, you resign yourself to feeding my

hunger.
I am calm when you cross the room to soothe

me in your arms.
Don’t fret, Mother-Mistress.
Give me warm milk and comfort and I’ll

forgive your departure.
Bundle me in cotton and steal me to the

grown-up bed.
Hold me close and rest my head where I may

feast on flesh.

I am yours!  I am yours!
Yours to care for and sustain, to feed and

to nourish.
Let me revive your body with long-forgotten

pleasures.
You see, Mother-Mistress?  My mouth does more than scream.
Feel my lips, feel the warmth of my tongue
As it sounds out the beat of my heart on

your breast.
Let me suck your taut nipples,
Let me suck them raw and red,
Until contentment ensconces us in sleep.

***



Nanny State is available from eXcessica (publisher): http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=17&products_id=540

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146337

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nanny-state-lesbian-kink

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Rainbow Ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6695

…and many other e-retailers.





Hugs,
Giselle



A huge thank you to Giselle for visiting my blog today, and sharing her wonderful poem!

Happy Reading.
Kxxxx

Guest Post- Cassandre Dayne and Benjamin Russell Deliver a Proper Spanking!!!

With a great deal of pleasure, let me welcome, Cassandre Dayne and Benjamin Russell to my web site today with this MEGA HOT blog- over to your guys…

CARE FOR A SPANKING?

So the title makes me all hot and bothered and in truth hungry to do something really, really bad. I’m going to start off the piece Sir Benjamin and I are doing. I’m sitting here with a sultry glass of cabernet in my hand, listening to my favorite “fuck me” music – Nickelback – and thinking about all things wicked. Oh come on. For those of you who know me already realize how sinful I can be. Kay asked Ben and I to write something kinky and a little over the top, giving you a taste of BDSM. Well, I wanted to mix it up a bit with the thought about a solid ass whooping. There I said it. What woman doesn’t really want one?

So, pull up a chair, grab your favorite drink, put on a very sizzling piece of music and come along for the wild ride. In case you don’t know us, we’re the co-authors of On Becoming His, a collection about two people entering into a D/s life together. It’s emotional and full of passion – oh and more than a touch of kink. I am happy to tell you that when you read this the book will have an impressive addition, a snippet from On Becoming His – Lessons Learned and be going on Amazon again just in time for the weekend.

Spanking is many things and handled both for pleasure and punishment. Some couples practice Domestic Discipline in their marriage or relationship and they don’t engage any further into a D/s relationship. Some couples simply spank for fun and kinky pleasure. I like both.

Spanking – what does the concept mean to you?

Cassandre: I think spanking is very sensual for two people to share on one hand. It’s a little bit naughty and sometimes out of your comfort zone and yet for a woman, there is nothing better than being taken in hand in my mind. I love the thought about a strong man taking you over his knee and doling out very needed discipline. I personally see spanking as being handled in different ways. Pleasure or fun spanking is a powerful kick ass way to get all hot and bothered. Come on Sir, are you hot and bothered yet? The shared moment of intimacy draws you closer together as a couple, allowing you to share something uninhibited and just a touch kinky. If you’re practicing Domestic Discipline, spanking is simply a method of punishment and control. The wife or women (remember same sex couples certainly share this as well as the sexes reversed) knows she has a set of rules to follow and will be punished if she disobeys them. The concept isn’t new and is Christianity based believe it or not. For me as a woman, I know I simply need to learn to be a little less – what would Sir Benjamin call me? Oh yes, willful. Moving into a D/s situation the concept can be the same and you can taking spanking into flogging and caning for a heightened sense of hunger for pain.

Benjamin: Oh Cassandre, you have a way of caressing words that stroke my imagination and make my nature rise. If you keep teasing me, we may have to give our readers a front seat to you getting a Good Girl spanking.  Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. It’s been well documented that mixing pleasure and pain is a powerful aphrodisiac. A spanking is also an effective form of discipline. However, from a Dominant perspective, what distinguishes an erotic, pleasurable spanking from a painful, punishment spanking is the mental state of both the Dom and the submissive. The submissive should always know why he/she is receiving a spanking. If it’s part of foreplay or part of the actual sex, then obviously how the spanking is received and delivered is different from a spanking given as a punishment. A good Dominant will get inside the head of the submissive to make sure the intent of the spanking is clearly understood.

Does it excite or intimidate you?

Cassandre: I’m already wet, my heart racing, my hunger building to the point I need and want and… Oh sorry, I’m panting again. For me the very thought of a hard spanking in every variety and for every reason is terribly exciting. I think the concept of the passionate moment shared is so freeing and also the understanding that for a Dom he is in control and with the flick of a wrist literally bring you to your knees in a sense is stilling. I personally have heard from many women who long to be punished and the aspect of being disciplined gives them salvation. I know for me if my Dom texted me at work and said prepare for a spanking when I got home I would be left wet and completely out of sorts the rest of the day. The anticipation and the excitement go hand in hand. While you want to be a good girl, sometimes you want to push your man just a little bit to see what he’s going to do. I know I’d push my Sir…

Benjamin: For me, it’s incredibly erotic to spank a woman with my bare hand while she’s draped across my lap. In that position, she is so vulnerable and the sense of power over her at that moment produces a rush of excitement that makes me throb. I love the feel of a woman’s beautiful ass under my hand and the feel of her squirming in my lap with each sting of my palm. Often, I will be possessed to take her from behind on her knees as soon as the spanking is over.

What do you think about punishment spankings?

Cassandre:  I honesty think that for some couples the concept of punishment, whether we’re talking spanking or corner time, soap in the mouth, removal of privileges or the good old fashioned brush or belt to her ass. I’m come full circle in my personal beliefs and in writing, I can see giving my reader more. I think punishment spankings have to be different than anything else as the anticipation and the forgiveness is vital. The moment still brings the couple closer – so much closer. I think for a woman she responds to his care of her as well as his discipline. This isn’t just about someone obeying the other. The lifestyle is about being so close as a couple you are lost without the other. As I continue to explore the concept I am utterly amazed. The level of devotion shared and the knowledge of why and how and then again, just thinking about how sore your bottom is going to be for a couple of days is heart wrenching.

Benjamin: As I said earlier, a spanking is an effective form of punishment, but it ‘must’ be preceded with communication and understanding. “You have broken one of our agreed upon rules. You have disappointed me or embarrassed yourself and/or me. Do you understand why this spanking is necessary?” The tone of my voice, the look on my face and the intensity of the spanking itself, either with my hand or some other instrument such as hairbrush, will make it clear this spanking is a punishment. Truthfully, I would expect my disappointment in my submissive to hurt her more than the physical pain of the spanking.

Maintenance Spankings – how do they differ from punishment spankings?

Cassandre: Maintenance spankings are what you think them to be. They are spankings given on a regular basis to instill in the submissive a sense of calm in order to “maintain” a good behavior and attitude. In most cases, the woman will be prepared to have two or more a week to regulate her attitude and keep her in line. Before you scoff, close your eyes and think about the situation for just a moment. Aren’t you a bad girl from time to time, perhaps being mouthy and relating to harsh tactics or breaking the rules because you can? Don’t you get pissed off and froth at the mouth. What if you had a Sir Benjamin to point to the corner after he’s made you undress? Being naked and spanked goes a long way in my opinion. From talking to some women involved in this lifestyle, they really long for the spankings for tension release, a feeling love and such clear attention from their man. I could see this in my life. We all know I’m a VERY bad girl, right Sir Benjamin? Lying across his lap as he grabbed a hairbrush gives me many sinful thoughts. Purr…

Benjamin: Cassandre, in your case, I suspect you’d need a daily maintenance spanking. Hell, you’d need multiple forms of spankings or punishment every day. *Smiles at the prospect of having the wicked Ms. Dayne squirming on my lap*.  A maintenance spanking is administered when the submissive has not committed a punishable offense. She should be in a neutral frame of mind and from this state of mind; the woman is elevated to a more positive perspective on her life and the expectations of her Dominant. Between erotic spankings and maintenance spankings, unless the sub is unduly willful, like Ms. Cassandre – punishment spankings should be few and far between.

Could you see yourself in a D/s relationship that includes regular spankings?

Cassandre:  It’s a fantasy of mine – I can’t tell a lie. I think being a woman who some say is very powerful has pushed me into being a person I’m honestly not sure about all the time. I thought in my early days I liked being in power all the time but in truth, I crave what I find so many other women do -  a man in control. D/s? Yes I can see obeying. There – I said it kids. I really can.

Benjamin: Is that a trick question? In a D/s relationship administering spanking comes with the territory. I personally prefer the erotic spanking, both delivering it and for what cums afterwards. However, since I want a submissive, not a slave, I know that regular spankings for punishment and maintenance are required.

I think Benjamin and I agree. The practice of spankings, whether for delicious passion or because your relationship needs a major overhaul is a very valid idea. You must talk to each other and learn about the craft before you pick up a belt or a hairbrush but this could be life changing for both of you.

WHERE TO STALK US:

www.cassandredayne.com

http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/ casandre@cassandredayne.com

Cassandre FB Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cassandre-Dayne/178164866655

On Becoming His Page  https://www.facebook.com/OnBecomingHisTheCollection

Benjamin’s FB Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Benjamin-Tiberius-Russell-Author-Provocateur/211474652233600

Benjamin’s Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/Benjamin-Russell/e/B007EPS3LW

Follow Benjamin on Twitter – http://twitter.com/btr269

Be Friends with Benjamin on Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5762226.Benjamin_T_Russell

A huge thank you to both Cassandre and Ben for their wonderfully honest, sexy, and informative blog! As someone who does not practise any sort of dom/sub relationship, but writes about it all the time, it is comforting to find that the thoughts and desires I give my characters aren’t too far from reality!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I am off to by a paddle…

Happy Spanking,

Kay xxx

 

 

Autumn News

I’m sat in my bedroom as I write this blog. My house is freezing, but it’s not six pm yet, so I can’t (won’t!), put the heating on. My duvet is tucked around me, and the jumper I’m snuggled in is so thick it could repel lasers!

The rain outside the window is battling hard to earn the title ‘Monsoon’, and the acorns off the oak tree at the bottom of the garden are crashing to the ground so hard, that even the muffling of double glazing and the removal of my hearing aids, does not disguise the cracking noise they make as they hit the deck. In other words, it’s a typical autumn day in the South West of England!

Despite the weather, I love this time of year. Just as Spring is a time to start new things, and to see hope in the opening of flowers and the songs of fledgling birds, Autumn, to me at least, brings a reaffirmation of all we have achieved through the year, and delivers a swift kick up the arse, to make us hurry up and reach all those deadlines we promised ourselves we’d meet before all the leaves have fallen, and the frost of winter has us clutching mugs of steaming hot coffee and being thankful that thermal underwear is well sexy these days!

This autumn my fingers will be dancing ever faster over my keyboard as I work on a new novella for Xcite. (I’m saying nothing- but if you like your erotica a little softer than my usual BDSM, and have a thing about archaeologists, then this may be one for you!)

Then of course, I need to finish my annual Christmas story for www.oystersandchocolae.com (about which there will be exciting news next month…), not to mention celebrate the release of my new novel, Making Him Wait at the end of this month!!

I am very excited about his new novel. Shall we say it fits neatly between Not Her Type and The Perfect Submissive on the Kay Jaybee kink-o-meter!! It’s control kink, rather than BDSM, and was extremely good fun to write! There will be a positive landslide of information about Making Him Wait coming this way soon- you have been warned!!

I am also delighted to be able to say that, over the next few weeks, I have some amazing guests lined up to join me- including, amongst others, the brilliant Jeremy Edwards and Donna George Storey!! I can’t wait!

As if that wasn’t enough, before Father Christmas comes a knocking at the door (we have no chimney, so naturally I have to stay up and let him with all his gifts), I will have news on one very exciting re-release, one more new anthology, and- if you a re very good and ask nicely, I might let you know what I am going to be up to from January next year…

Happy reading…   Kxxx

 

 

Tied on Tour!!

I’m off on my travels blog-wise again!

This time I am visiting the sites of five smashing folk, who have kindly thrown their metaphorical doors open to me, to talk about my short BDSM anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink.

Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sink’s taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s lair by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishist’s supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sink’s kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.

Starting today with a visit to the gorgeous Sharazade, I am zipping through the e-ether, until I have the pleasure of being interviewed by Kacey on Friday

1st October: http://sharazade.fannypress.com

2nd October: http://zarastoneley.blogspot.co.uk/

3rd October: http://galestanley.blogspot.com

4th October: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

5th October: http://kaceyskonnections.blogspot.com/

I would love it, if you could pop by each blog to say hello!! Leave me a good comment, and I’ll send you a free copy of the book.

If you would like to buy a couple of Tied to the Kitchen Sink, it is available from  Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble, iBooks and all good e-retailers.

Enjoy xxx

Book Review- An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall

An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall (aka KD Grace)

An Executive Decision, the first in a trilogy by Romance author Grace Marshall, is simply a very hot story.

Unlike the majority of books I review on this site, this is a romance with lots of wonderfully written sex scenes, rather than an erotic book with wonderfully written romance.

 

Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?

After the loss of his best friend and right hand woman, Beverly Newsham to the lure of an adventure in Brazil, Ellison (Ellis) Thorne, head man at Pnuma Inc, is totally lost. Beverly has been his rock within the highly successful, environmentally clean company for so long, that the thought of having to replace her seems unthinkable. Beverly however, had longed planned to retire, and although her leaving the company is hastened by unforeseen events, she has left very clear intentions as to who her replacement should be.

That replacement is Dee Henning, a hot shot head hunter, young, going places, and a life longer admirer of Ellis Thorne and his work.

Things in business are never simple however, and by carrying out Beverly’s wishes, Ellis is risking a great deal- for Dee, although brilliant, does not have anything like the experience needed to step into such a high profile position- especially as many deals within the company are at a critical point.

To add further complications, one of the existing workforce, Tally Barnes, has assumed she will take Beverly’s place- and is far from amused when she is usurped by Dee- instantly plotting revenge…

The key to this novel however is the relationship between Dee and Ellis- a relationship that Beverly has been very clever in manufacturing, all thanks to her invention- the Executive Sex Clause! 

Let’s enjoy a taster from the very beginning of the novel…

Dee gave herself one last inspection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. No tell-tale trembling or sweating; the stage fright was all hidden beneath a well-polished exterior. How could she be this tense? She’d been in business with the big boys long enough to have nerves of steel. But this was Ellison Thorne she was meeting. The man was in a league of his own.

 She’d waited three years for this opportunity, and she was determined he wouldn’t see the mass of quavering jelly beneath the calm.

But when she reached the executive suites of the Pneuma Building, Beverly Neumann beckoned Dee into her office. ‘Ellis is stuck in traffic. He figures it’ll be at least another half hour.’

‘That’s too bad.’ Dee tried her best to mask her disappointment. She had a meeting with a potential head of marketing for Sportwide Extreme Adventure right after this, so there’d be no lingering if Ellis didn’t arrive before her hour was up.

‘I know he’ll do his best to get here,’ Beverly said. ‘He’s dying to meet the woman who threw a drink in Terrance Jamison’s face at Jasper and McDowell’s big New Year bash last year.’

Dee blushed. ‘Not funny, Beverly. I nearly lost my job over that.’ She still couldn’t figure why Jamison hadn’t sued her ass off or had henchmen break the legs of her family and close friends. Even now it made her nervous that he’d taken it so graciously.

‘And if you had, there’d have been ten companies in line to hire you, including Pneuma Inc.,’ Beverly said. ‘It was so worth it. If only I’d had the presence of mind to record it all on my iPhone, you’d have been the queen of YouTube. You seldom get that calibre of entertainment at a corporate New Year’s party.’

Dee glanced at the front page of The Oregonian lying on Beverly’s desk. There was a photo of Ellis shaking hands with the governor. The caption read Ellison Thorne, a force of nature working for nature. She studied the image, one of many she’d seen of him. Though there was a warmth about him in photos, it was never blatant, always slightly distant. She was familiar with that distance. She’d been accused of it herself by colleagues who just didn’t understand her sense of focus.

She lingered over the photo, admiring again the strong geography of his face laid bare by short brown hair with its patina of bronze. The well-defined jaw and firm brow created a fortress of sorts, keeping his emotions and thoughts from the prying hordes. From it, he looked out on the world through dark amber eyes that never missed anything and never gave anything away. Heroes were like that, she thought, and she had idolised him and his company for a long time.

It was through Beverly that Dee occasionally caught more intimate glimpses of Ellison Thorne. That was a part of their meetings Dee looked forward to.

Beverly nodded to the seat in front of her desk. ‘Might as well relax. He’ll get here when he gets here.’ She turned her attention to the forest of plants behind her desk and began misting the broad leaves of something that must have come straight from The Little Shop of Horrors. Thanks to Beverly’s insistence that a green workplace actually be green, the whole ten-storey, cantilevered edifice of the Pneuma Building was one colossal hanging garden. It was healthier that way, she’d said.

Dee sat down a safe distance from the sinister-looking foliage. ‘Is Ellis still giving you a hard time about your trip to Brazil?’

‘Yep,’ Beverly said. ‘One minute he’s treating me like an old lady, saying it’s too dangerous for someone my age to go trekking through the jungle, and the next he’s telling me I’m too young to retire and he absolutely can’t run the place without me for at least five more years.’ She brushed pollen from the jacket of her power suit. ‘Five more years! Do you have any idea how much life a person can miss out on in five years?’

‘So what will you do?’ Dee asked.

‘Well –’ Beverly rearranged the leaves of a large fern as though it was her favourite child ‘– first I’m going to Brazil. I haven’t had a real vacation in longer than I care to remember. And when I get back, if he doesn’t find someone to replace me while I’m still here to help train them, that’s just too damned bad, because in exactly one year, I’m out of here.’

‘Good for you,’ Dee said. ‘Life’s too short not to go for it when you get the chance.’

‘Yes it is, isn’t it? And speaking of going for it –’ Beverly sat down in her chair and leaned conspiratorially across her desk ‘– I hear there’s an accountant over at Ab Con – what’s his name, the one with the dark hair that always looks like someone’s been running their fingers through it? I hear he sent you flowers.’

‘I recruited the best finance manager in the history of finance managers for Ab Con, Beverly. I earned every one of those flowers.’

‘Earned the flowers?’ Beverly frowned at her and clucked her tongue. ‘What part of the man being hot for you did you not understand, sweetie?’ Before Dee could cut her off at the pass, Beverly was on a roll. ‘Honestly, you’re hopeless, Dee Henning. I understand your focus, your drive to succeed, really I do, but I gotta wonder how you can even call it success when you’re so wrapped up in your work that the only way you’ll ever get laid is if they put it in the job description. And frankly, if I had my way and I was running the business world, sex would be a contract requirement.’

Dee rolled her eyes, but Beverly clasped her hands on top of her desk, doing a fair imitation of a psychoanalyst. ‘I worry about you, Dee. I really do. Not having time for sex just isn’t healthy.’

‘You’re probably right, it probably isn’t –’ Shoving half a dozen files across the desk at Beverly, Dee changed the subject. ‘But it’s also not healthy for Ellis not to have a replacement for his retiring executive assistant.’ The title “executive assistant” was entirely misleading. Dee knew that Beverly, not Ellis, had chosen it. And though technically she was his equal in the business the two of them, along with Wade Crittenden, had begun 13 years ago, Beverly preferred to work quietly with no pompous moniker to live up to. She wore the title proudly and carried the incredible burden it entailed with panache and enthusiasm. Dee was certain that whoever took up Beverly’s weighty mantle would inherit the humble title as well as its prodigious responsibilities.

Just then Beverly’s BlackBerry buzzed. ‘Damn!’ She punched in a quick reply. ‘Ellis says the traffic’s at a standstill. I was really hoping the two of you would finally meet before I head off to Brazil.’

Dee buried her disappointment. Meeting Thorne was not the real reason she was here, she reminded herself. She still had work to do. She nodded down at the files of resumes of Beverly’s prospective replacements. ‘Best get to it then, hadn’t we?’

But Beverly pushed the files to one side and picked up right where she’d left off. God, the woman was tenacious! ‘Seems to me the obvious solution is to include sex in certain job descriptions, like for an executive assistant, or a secretary, or any position where two people work closely. That’d be a good start, don’t you think?’

‘Great idea. Maybe I’ll find a nice male secretary for myself.’ Dee gave the door a quick glance, certain she’d heard someone approaching. There was no one, but even if there had been, she was sure that wouldn’t have stopped Beverly.

‘I think that would be a wise decision for any busy executive,’ Beverly said. ‘And I doubt you’d have any shortage of applicants. Ellis wouldn’t either, and the benefits to both of you – well, I think you’d be amazed. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I personally can’t see a downside.’ Beverly continued her speculations. ‘Just think of how much more relaxed the two of you would be if you and Ellis had a reliable source of stress-free sex available when you needed it. Imagine how much more focused you’d both be if your junk wasn’t interfering with your brain.’

Dee straightened in her chair. ‘My – junk does not interfere with my brain.’

Beverly leaned over the desk like an accusing lawyer. ‘Ah, but how do you really know that, since you’re not getting any?’

‘Beverly –’

‘The Executive Sex Clause could reduce sick days.’

‘I’m never sick.’

Beverly came around the desk and laid an unsolicited hand on her forehead. ‘I’ve been thinking you look a little pale, and you feel a bit warm to me.’

Dee brushed her hand aside. ‘I’m fine. I don’t need the sick days I’ve got, and I bet Ellis doesn’t either.’

‘A good thing, since you wouldn’t have time to take them if you did. Forget sick days, think of the increase in productivity, the boost to creativity. Think of the serenity in the workplace. That alone’s gotta be worth something.’

‘My productivity’s fine and I’m very creative. Plus I work at Jasper and McDowell. Serenity isn’t part of the package.’ This conversation had gone far enough, farther than Dee wanted, and she really didn’t have time to wait any longer for Ellis. It looked like the long-awaited meeting with the force of nature would have to wait for yet another time. Dee nodded to the folders on Beverly’s desk. ‘As interesting as the idea of a Sex Clause might be, if you insist on deserting Ellis, I need to do my job and find someone who can take your place, which won’t be an easy task.’

When the meeting finished, Beverly walked Dee to the door, glancing down at her watch. ‘Sorry you missed Ellis. But you know how it is with busy executives; it’s catch as catch can, isn’t it?’

Dee had the distinct feeling the woman wasn’t talking about work. She said her goodbyes, promising they’d get together over drinks when Beverly returned from Brazil…

*****

The tension between the leading characters in An Executive Decision is almost palpable as the story line unfurls- and I confess to reading each page faster and faster in order to find out what was going to happen next!

The sex scenes are brilliantly written- my particular favourite being, what I shall always think of as ‘the lift scene’- although as the novel is set in the US, it is really an elevator! I am so tempted to give you an extract from that episode- but it would ruin it, so I will be strong!

If you like a really good romance, with a plot that twists and turns, with tension and sizzling sex scenes, then An Executive Decision is a must read.

Oh, and don’t forget to look out for Part 2 (Identity Crisis) and Part 3 (Exhibition), which are coming soon!!

An Executive Decision is currently available as an e-book, but will be out in paperback in Feb 2013.

Buy from-Amazon.UK,  Amazon.com and all good e-retailers.

Enjoy xxx

FREE- Part 1 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- HIDDEN AGENDA

I have a treat for you!! For the next 5 days you can get the first part of my Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Hidden Agenda- free on Amazon!

Why not join Jess Sanders, as she begins her journey into the serect world that exists on the fifth floor of The Fables Hotel? The manageress, Mrs Laura Peters, really does have a hidden agenda…

Part 1 – Hidden Agenda

Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests. When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education. But is Jess willing to learn, and will Mrs Peters remain focused now that hotel guest, Sam Wheeler has caught both her professional and personal eye?

Free on Amazon UK and Amazon.com from 26th- 30th Sept

Huge hugs!!  Kay xx

If you want to see a few fabulous reviews for The Perfect Submissive- just follow this link.

Guest Blog- Gemma Parkes is Making Waves

Today I am delighted to introduce Gemma Parkes to my site. Over to you Gemma!

Thank you for inviting me over to your blog today Kay, l really like what you’ve done with the place!  Thanks sweetie!

It’s been a busy year so far for me with the release of ‘Making Waves’ my self -published novella back in April, followed swiftly by ‘Pleasing Mia’ my novella published with Rebel Ink Press in June. I also have a new anthology which was released last month called ‘Park ‘n Ride’ this contains four naughty stories all about sex outdoors and in particular, dogging, (that wonderful art of public sex within the confines of a parked car!)

 

Today I’d like to tell you about ‘Making Waves’:

Synopsis:

Mandy knew that it would take more than a short holiday to a quiet seaside town to turn her struggling relationship with long time partner John into one of passion and honesty. But when help and advice was offered from a voyeuristic stranger by dubious means, it opened the floodgates to her inner desires and darkest fantasies.

Mandy’s sex life had always been troublesome. She seemed to be forever torn between the passion she felt and the passion she shared. It was as if there was a blockage somewhere deep inside her that stopped her from really letting go. Maybe she was afraid of being judged. Whatever it was left Mandy frustrated. Only recently had she begun to address the problem, at least to herself. She knew that she had to do something because masturbation was all she had. Private masturbation at that.

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Most of the earlier stories that l wrote were very sexually explicit, they were also quite short as many of them were written for anthologies. With ‘Making Waves’ and  ‘Pleasing Mia’ the length of the stories gave me the chance to develop my characters more, something l really enjoyed doing. I was able to inject more emotion into my writing. The stories are still sexually explicit and certainly not for anyone who may be easily offended or underage, but there are a lot of issues going on that, hopefully, add depth to the read.

I think it’s almost an impossibility to write a story without injecting part of yourself into it. Even if it’s only a word or a phrase you use a lot. With ‘Making Waves’ the emotions my main character, Mandy, feels, are very real to me. ‘Making Waves’ is set in a fictitious village but the island Mandy looks out towards is loosely based on ‘Brownsea Island’ in Dorset. I used to gaze at the old house on that small island years ago when l drank in a bar in Poole. I used to imagine what it would be like to live there. Mandy’s thoughts as she looks at it from a distance, are mine.

If l had any advice for anyone hoping to become an author it would be, don’t give up. If writing is in your blood and it’s what you ultimately want to do, keep at it. Like everything else in life it’s a learning curve and you will make mistakes. On top of that there will always be people who misinterpret your writing or criticise it. Just take a deep breath and carry on, this is a tough business but the reward is seeing your ideas, your imagination, being enjoyed by other people and what a huge thrill that is!

Excerpt:

“What gets you there Mandy?” Craig continued, “What is it that tips you over the edge and causes your orgasm? Is it an image, a thought? Or is it purely the action of your fingers or favourite sex toy? Tell me, l will close my eyes and listen to you without further questions. Please try your best to describe fully your masturbation techniques.”

With that Craig lay back into his soft leather chair and closed his eyes. Mandy listened to his breathing and then to her own. She looked around the little room for any sign of hidden cameras or microphones. The soft music began to relax her and gradually she closed her eyes and thought about nothing for awhile and then how sad and unfulfilled she was, and finally, slowly, in the dark relaxing environment of Craig’s office she began thinking about sex and the fantasies she had when she was all alone. The music was barely audible but it seemed to provide a backdrop to the scene beginning to play out in her mind. Tentatively she decided to share her fantasies:

 “I think about things first, all sorts of things. Dark rooms like this one silence and comfort. But mostly l think about having sex. As my body starts to respond to that thought and l begin to become aroused… l touch myself” Mandy paused, her breathing was already deep and she was half expecting Craig to go back on his word and push her for details. He didn’t. Slowly she continued.

“I wait until l can be alone and then l remove as many of my clothes as l have time to do. I like to stroke my breasts after l have released them and enjoy the way the nipples harden under my fingers. I pinch them to make them hurt and then l imagine someone is telling me what to do. I can’t see his face but l know l must do as he says, l want to do as he says. There are two men in the room and I am lying down in front of them. Sometimes it’s on a bed, sometimes a soft carpet. I stroke my stomach with light gentle fingers and raise my hips all the time thinking there is someone else there, someone is watching me. I part my legs wide and love the feeling of exposure this gives me. My hands slide down my body across my pubic bone and between my legs until l can feel the creamy liquid gathering at my sex. I begin to move my fingers in and out of my pussy, very slowly at first. One of the men is silent, watching me with dark, intent eyes. The other is telling me what to do. He says that l am beautiful and sexy. He wants to watch the pleasure on my face and the way l explore myself.

One of the men begins to caress my mouth and opens it with his fingers preparing it for his…cock.”

Mandy shifted in her seat, she was becoming aroused by her own story, the room was warm and relaxing and her breathing was noisy and shallow. Her body throbbed with recognition of the scene she had played out so very many times before. Her mind was a powerful aphrodisiac as she knew so well, a part of her wanted to stop talking and give in to her body’s needs but she couldn’t. She could sense the two men, almost feel them watching her. Just waiting for her to give them what they also needed, the sight of Mandy pleasuring herself. These two men would please her; take her towards a release that would rock her body.

“I open my mouth,” she started again her voice small but husky. “So that he can put himself inside me, he is hard and thick leaking juices from his swollen glans as he slides along my tongue and fills me. I’m throbbing as l think of him and my fingers begin working faster. I imagine being turned over and having my hips held firmly as the second man enters my waiting pussy.”

Mandy lay back on the couch and opened her legs slightly. She dropped one hand down to press firmly against her now throbbing clit. Her eyes were tight shut; she could only see the navel in her minds eye of the man who was taking her mouth.

“I have both men inside me,” she stutters, “I can feel their hardness, feel my body respond. I am wet and swollen, pushing up my rear to meet the long, slow thrusts from the lover behind me. My hair is held by the man in front as he slides himself more urgently along my tongue. I can see him, taste him. He is sweating and grunting as he pushes back and forth inside me.”

Thank you for all your support and for your positive comments. I really want you to enjoy my stories and l will do my best to make that happen. Happy reading!

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Gemma Parkes

Bio:

Gemma Parkes is a freelance writer from the UK who specializes in Erotic fiction. Her writing covers a variety of sexual genres which include: BDSM, voyeurism, Lesbian love, Ménage, and more. As well as her self published work she has anthology inclusions with: Naughty Nights Press, Cleis Press and Ravenous Romance. Gemma also has work published with Rebel ink Press and Yellow Silk Dreams. Her work can be purchased in eBook format from all major eBook retailers.

A huge thank you to Gemma for coming by today- time to add Making Waves to my reading list!

 

Guest Post with Harry Blue- Supposing You Won The Lottery!!

Today I am delighted to be able to bring you an insight into the world of erotica and comedy writer Harry Blue! Over to you Harry!  

Supposing you won a large amount on the lottery

Would you worry about losing it, would you go on a holiday of a lifetime, or would you take advantage of your good fortune, have a great time, and then try to return to a normal life after the euphoria has died down.

Hot Vegas is all about a couple, Prudence and Jeff, who win big, but not stupendously big, on the lottery. They have been together in a relationship for some years, so don’t feel threatened by winning – they know that they will enjoy it together. So far, so conventional. They are still reasonably young, and they both love sex. They know each others’ bodies really well, know what turns the other on. So when they have the money to indulge in their fantasies, then it’s off to Vegas for their holiday of a lifetime.

The story starts on a Sunday morning, Jeff’s looking at the soccer results – Fulham have drawn away again – when Prudence’s shriek makes him stop looking at the Premier League table. The ticket’s a winner, so as she talks to the lottery h.q., he’s removed the duvet, giving her the best oral climax ever. He’s not sure what’s giving her the deep breathing – his tongue or the news on the phone. And when she comes, there’s the perfect noise for her to shriek again.

A few days later, they’re off to Vegas, new clothes, new smells, big smiles of anticipation.

Hot Vegas has a good story that goes with the sex, as well as good sex that goes with a story. They complement each other, and it’s only natural that they should have a penthouse suite in Caesars Palace Hotel. It’s only natural that Prudence should travel combat style. And it’s only natural that their first Vegas fucking should be in a huge leather sofa, watching the sun set with nothing to get in the way of their panoramic view.

They eat in the best restaurants, the concierge gets them a box for Jeff’s favourite Australian rock band, and Prudence takes his erection in her mouth as the drummer watches in fascination as she swallows every last drop to the insistent rhythm of his beat. The drummer gets a hard on as well. No surprise there, then.

Jeff gets confused by the Mafia for a drug runner, but the FBI are supposed to be watching him, as they are not confused. Unfortunately, the FBI don’t show the greatest intelligence, so Jeff is captured and tortured at the Grand Canyon. Prudence is really worried, as no-one seems to know whose side Jeff is on, or who’s killing who. It all ends well, with Jeff and Prudence escaping to play in the biggest blackjack tournament that off Strip has ever seen. The pot is huge, so do they win? You’ll have to read Hot Vegas to find out.

I loved writing Hot Vegas, and I also loved writing Hot Hits, the next in the ‘Hot’ series. Where to set it, I wondered? Well, I live by the seaside, I see the local silver band playing, I used to own a small hotel, so it seemed logical to combine the lot in one story with sex, sex, and yet more sex.

What should be the name of the main character? Roger was my inspiration, because that’s what he does a lot of the time. He is 21, university student, and a real hunk. Muscles, gym, runs a lot, modest, parents own a small hotel. He’s looking after the place while his parents are away when he walks in the room of a cougar of a guest who’s twice his age. All she has on is a towel as she comes out the shower. She takes one look at Roger’s fabulous body, licks her lips, and says ‘it’ll be a shame to waste that prick’.

The next book in the series is Hot MILF. I’m still writing that one, with the wife enjoying every minute. She’s imagining that it’s her.

*****

‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.

Hot Vegas is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and all other good eBook retailers.

*****

I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.

It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.

The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.

I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com

A huge thank to Harry for joining me here today! Good luck with Hot Vegas and with your new project- sounds deliciously naughty- yum xx