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What Are Your Dark Desires? Lady Smut Anthology Release Day

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by Madeline Iva

The best part about writing super-sexy romance about forbidden desires is that it’s all fantasy, it’s all make believe.  You can indulge yourself, go to the edge of your imagination and peek over the edge a bit.

This is why the very words ‘forbidden desires’ has become such a touchstone for me.  In fact, I tried making a concrete list of my actual forbidden desires way back in August.  Here it is:

Monster sex — a la Lucy on the gravestone slab in Coppola’s Dracula
Sex with a Cross Dresser  (for more about that see last week’s post HERE)
Being a Good Girl Gone Slutty for Halloween, but then it gets really out of control with a guy in his own gladiator costume or whatever
Zombie Sex — to me somehow this signifies super sloppy wet sex
Witchy f/f sex — This is starting to seem a bit like a Halloween list, isn’t it? I know, I know but I LOVE Halloween
Spanking Stuff
BDSM Switch stuff
Rough Sex – the lighter side of it, with hair pulling, being held down, ripping clothes off, etc
Sexual Healing – like Bo and Dyson in Lost Girl
Punk sex – All dirty and gritty in some nasty alley way with a punk guy who goes commando, no protection, etc.
Bad Romance Sex — what does this even mean??? No idea. Love the song and the video though.
Sugar Kink – blindfold, binding, foodplay, talking dirty
Having sex with a ‘Daddy’ figure
Having sex with a younger man
Having sex in a Horror Movie scenario where the guy I hook up with might actually be the villain  (I’ll admit Skeet Ulrich in Scream inspired this fantasy)

Not very interesting is it? (I think Alexa Day’s list would be much more fascinating.)

To me it’s not really the idea of any one sex act that gets me into a state of excitement.  The idea of pushing things to the limit–and then just a bit more–now that *really* turns me on. It doesn’t matter what the limit is. If it has the tingle of a forbidden dream to it you’ve hit the sweet spot.

The best thing about our new anthology is that I love the other stories in it as much, if not more, than I like my own.

I have always loved Liz Everly’s idea for her story about a Vampire who comes through the computer screen.  That tingly dream feeling is definitely in this story.

Who is that masked man?

You would not believe the delicious world CMK has created at the end of her story.  Four words: sexy, masked, goblin men.  This is me whining: Can’t we find some way to make her write more stories set in this world? I could live in it *forever*.

And finally, I actually got to help Elizabeth Shore a bit when she was first creating her story.  The heroine faces a choice: one that could tip her towards artistic genius or ignite her into full blown madness.  Without claiming to be a genius, I know that feeling of coming up for air from an intense writing period where I feel frenzied, kinda maniacal, and not at all like myself.  What if that feeling just went on and on and on?

Meanwhile, my own story ‘Sexsomnia’ is all about the forbidden-dream-tingle feeling. I’ve posted before about how appealing I find the helplessness and limp vulnerability of a woman sleeping HERE.  But what I like is not only the vulnerability, but the lack of control over your desires.  In your dreams, your secret desires choose you, not the other way around. More than once I woken from a very naughty dream, feeling very guilty–but also feeling a delightful tizzy of sexual frisson.  It’s an edgy pleasure.

So writing “Sexsomnia” where Jenny finds those naughty dreams becoming reality was fun.  She’s ashamed and enjoying herself at the same time.  She suffers before it’s all over, but she also finds a whole new level of sexual satisfaction.

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I Am Stripper, Hear Me Roar

By Elizabeth Shore

I’ve long thought there’s something kinda cool about strippers, maybe because it’s something I could never do. Not that I’m a prude, mind you. Noooo. That’s not the problem. I just don’t think I’d have cool moves around the pole or the ability to sashay around the stage like a sexy, prowling cat. Basically, I think I’d suck at it, and – call me crazy – it’s not fun doing things we suck at. There are many women out there who wouldn’t be strippers, of course, for more psychological reasons – because it objectifies women, it degrades them, etc. Writer, adjunct professor, and feminist stripper Antonia Crane is not one of those women.

I learned about Antonia recently via an article I came across on CNN.com titled “Inside the world of a feminist stripper.” There’s a video that accompanies the article in which Ms. Crane talks about why she strips and what the appeal of it is to her. Rather than think of it as degrading, she says it’s “hot and empowering.” When she takes her clothes off she becomes an animal, “part of the sensual world of heat and sleaze.” Is there a parallel here between how erotic writers feel when producing steamy reads? Do we, too, feel connected to a world of heat and sleaze?

Crane has recently written a memoir called Spent detailing her life as a stripper. I’ve not read the book myself, but from the reviews I’ve looked through it seems that she’s not sugar-coating her world. Like many women, she started stripping to pay the bills but, also like many women, found that it’s tough to quit. She earns more money from stripping in a shorter amount of time than she could from any “regular” job. The quick bucks in short timeframes means she’s got freedom to pursue her other interests, such as teaching and writing.

Critics of strippers also point out that it’s the men who have control over women who strip because men are the ones with the money. I say, not so fast. Those clothes are only coming off if the money starts flowing. No cash = no ass. So who’s the one in control? It’s the stripper who chooses whether or not to go the fully monty. Men can toss all the money they want, but if a woman chooses not to strip the guy is s.o.l. If someone wants something from me that I choose not to give, seems to me like I’m the one controlling that situation.

How about that whole degrading thing? Is taking your clothes off for the pleasure of others degrading? Is writing stories detailing intimate sexual acts between people degrading? Unlike strippers, readers of erotic romance don’t actually see the writers perform the situations they describe. Yet the assumption is that we’ve gained our knowledge somehow, more than likely first-hand experience. Stripper Crane says that she doesn’t view stripping as degrading whatsoever. Her opinion is that our bodies are “gorgeous” and “our sexuality is beautiful and something to be celebrated.” In the video she asks, “Is it more degrading to work and not be able to pay for your kids’ diapers?”

To strip or not to strip – that is the question, and the choice. Choosing to do so comes laden with consequences, some of them lasting a lifetime. Then again, so does writing erotic romance. Once you’ve got something published and available for the world to consume, you’ve opened yourself up to potential criticism and judgment and not all of it nice. But it’s empowering, too. We write what we believe in, what we feel is worthwhile, and what makes us feel good.

Hey, speaking of feeling good, go grab yourself a copy of The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires. The release date is tomorrow so get yourself in the virtual line and pre-order a copy now.

 

 

Curiouser and Curiouser: Considering the “Dick Pic”

By Liz Everly

I’m so glad my fellow Lady Smut Blogger Alexa Day has been considering the Tinder conversation from Lady’s Smut Girl’s Night Out. I’ve been considering some of the conversations there, too. I’ve been thinking about the “dick pic” chat.

So, as you can imagine many of the women there were completely turned-off by them. They think pictures of cocks are nasty. (So interesting because men still send them, right? What do they think they are doing? Is any woman out there asking for these photos?)

I wondered if I was the only person there who was thinking I’d rather see THAT than so many other things I’ve been sent photos of. And I was also thinking it would be quite entertaining. But this is probably because I’ve been married for almost 25 years.

A friend of mine’s niece was sent a picture once during a family gathering. Seriously. This was a picture of her ex-boyfriend, who was pleading for her to come back—and so he sent her a picture of his erect “member.” (huh?) So, all of the women in the family passed it around and laughed for hours. The oldest woman there said, “Well, bless his heart.” That’s what I mean by entertaining. Maybe that seems mean? But that’s one of many things that could happen when you send a naked body part to an ex-girlfriend or anybody, for that matter. (In fact, we’ve all heard and read the horror stories. Most recently, I learning of a new girlfriend getting a hold of an old girlfriend’s naked pictures she found on her new guy’s phone. She posted them to Facebook.)

Except for the niece in the above scenario, the rest of the women in the group were married and way past the blushing stage when it comes to any part of any person’s anatomy. Which is pretty much where I am. But that’s not to say I want men to send me photos (please don’)—it’s just to say unless it’s in the room with me, as in-person and touchable, I don’t really care about said dick. And I also know how to block unwanted attention. Apparently some of these other women do not.

I look at the whole thing as a curiosity. Cocks do come in a variety of shapes and sizes and some women have very strong preferences for certain shapes (and some do not). So I think if I were on the Tinder market, for example, where it’s all about “hooking up” a “dick pic” would be welcome. If you have strong preferences, you could sort through until you find the right one that also has an attractive face and body and so on. (Even as I type that, it makes me cringe.)

I think if I were on the dating market I wouldn’t like the way this works.  I prefer a little build-up, a little mystery, you know? (Just what IS inside those jeans? Hmmm?) The one night stand (or quicker hook-up) is nothing new, let’s face it. Now it’s just become more “efficient.” But for me, it feels a little cold and clinical. But maybe that’s the point. No muss, no fuss. What do you think?

In the mean time, tomorrow THE LADY SMUT BOOK OF DARK DESIRES launches. And there’s nothing cold and clinical about this hot, hot, book. You follow our blog. You comment on our blog. Now, give our sexy stories a try.

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Review: Beyond Possession by Kit Rocha

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

Here at Lady Smut, we *love* Kit Rocha’s super sexy Beyond series. I wrote at length about the erotic romance series in May, Elizabeth Shore talked about the series’ smokin’ bad boys and badder women last February, and Madeline Iva broke the news over Beyond Shame way back in 2012. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance to get an early glimpse of the newest novella installment, Beyond Possession, which releases November 10th. Here’s the blurb:

Tatiana Stone has worked hard to establish herself as one of Sector Four’s most skilled crafters. All she wants is peace–but the sins of her father haunt her. He ruled the sector as a petty tyrant before the O’Kane takeover, and plenty of people harbor bitter memories of his cruelty. Especially now that Tatiana’s beloved baby sister has fallen in with a man who wants to start a revolution.

Zan failed his boss once, and it won’t happen again. So when Dallas O’Kane asks him to defuse the rebellion brewing in the sector, he’ll do whatever it takes to get the job done–including seduce Tatiana. It’s the perfect opportunity to get closer to the pretty crafter and complete his mission. But what he discovers is a fiery, passionate woman–and an affair that could destroy them both.

As the eldest daughter of the deposed former leader of Sector Four, Tatiana has never been able to relax in Dallas O’Kane’s new order, always aware that her every move is being watched by both the O’Kanes and those who want to kick them out of power.

Jasper probably knew exactly the sort of shit Wallace was saying. By tomorrow, Pam would have provided him with the precise, damning details. The O’Kanes had always treated Tatiana well, but she was under no illusions. They watched her, too. Other people could prove they were loyal. Everyone was waiting for her to prove she wasn’t.

An O’Kane enforcer, Zan’s had a thing for Tatiana for a while now and being the one to collect her protection money has given him the excuse to stay close, until a gun battle leaves him sidelined with an injury. Now on the mend, Dallas has deployed him to monitor Tatiana and her role in the growing unrest in the sector.

It left Tatiana caught in the middle. Tatiana, who tried so damn hard to be brave and independent, even when it wore her down. And it did. He’d been making the runs to her shop for more than a year, and she always had the same air of exhaustion and desperation about her. At first, he’d started chatting her up and bringing her little gifts just to ease some of the tension bracketing her eyes. Before long, his reasons for showing up once or twice a week had become decidedly more selfish. He liked looking at her. More than that, he liked talking to her, making her laugh. She was a good person, a decent one, and she didn’t deserve any of this shit.

Tatiana is too experienced in Sector politics not to know what Zan and Dallas want from her, but she values her hard-won independence more than her life and is unwilling to put herself under the rule of a man again…unless it’s in the bedroom. A secret affair with Zan could give her the chance to cede control to his strong hands in that arena…or blow up both their worlds.

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Novellas are by definition a more condensed story, so coming into the action with the players already acquainted goes a long way in creating a complete story with emotional and sexual resonance that also has plot relevance to the larger action going on in the series. I enjoy these Sector Four novellas because they give readers a chance to explore the outer fringes of the O’Kane world in between the full novels of the main cast. But I’m a book series hore, so I prefer when the novellas in this series focus on characters who’ve been more demonstrably present in other installments, like the Beyond Temptation novella that finally gave us Noah and Emma’s story. I gobbled that one up in one stay-up-till-4 AM bite and then re-read it the next day.

Tatiana has lurked on the fringes of the Sector Four main action for a few books now as purveyor of a shop that sells homemade personal care things like shampoo, soaps, and oils (and sometimes lube) to the O’Kane men and woman. Her role as the daughter of Matt Stone intrigues–the deposed princess now one of the disgruntled masses–but for me she lacks the sheer presence on the page of the other O’Kane heroines. That may be because she has such little direct impact on the series prior to this novella.

Since her father was deposed, Tatiana’s struggled to carve out a place among the people he persecuted. She’s as protective of her store as she is her younger sister. Tatiana is more than capable of being bloody when needed but uses violence only as a last resort. She holds her emotions on a tight leash lest she give the wrong people the right idea of how she feels. Her previous efforts to relinquish that control in a sexual relationship were ultimately unsuccessful, lost in a confused misunderstanding of the depths to which her earlier lover took play and power games. Zan makes her want to try again if they can first lay down the right rules.

Zan has had more of a presence in Sector Four, most memorably when he was shot up trying to save Trix from abduction at the end of Beyond Jealousy. Tatiana touches the soft spots within him. “She smiled when he came through her door. Laughed at even his worst jokes. Listened to his stories and watched him hungrily when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. But he was always paying attention.”

Zan is a loyal O’Kane, though, and as much as he wants a relationship with Tatiana, what Dallas O’Kane requires comes first. He feels somewhat torn with using his relationship with Tatiana to get the inside scoop on the brewing rebellion, but not enough to stay out of her bed. Tatiana sees this as a chance to give up control in a confined space with the understanding that it doesn’t cross the bedroom threshold.

That was how it worked with someone you could trust. But it felt like giving in, like it turned all those other words she’d said–the ones about needing her independence, and to be strong–into lies. But this was what she wanted. Weak or not, shameful or not. It was what she needed. “I want to be selfish. I want someone to take care of me.”

“But you have rules.” It was an observation, not an accusation. “Explain them to me?”

He’d respected the last boundary she’d drawn. Hope seized her, swallowing the ache of loss as her heart began to beat faster. “Only when we’re upstairs. And if something makes me uncomfortable, I’ll tell you.”

He took a step back, his expression more intense than ever. “Show me.”

Any book that lets me play in Sector Four makes me happy. Beyond Possession is a steamy, emotional story that includes cameos of some favorite O’Kane men and women. Ultimately though, it made me even more hungry for the next meatier story in the series. Which isn’t coming until 2105. Damn.

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Swiped Out: Confessions from Tinder Research

By Alexa Day

About a month ago, I went to Charlottesville to meet the inimitable Sven Gillingham for Girls’ Night Out, where I led a discussion about the various sexual things one can do with one’s mobile phone. Part of my presentation was about Tinder, the hookup app that seems to be morphing into a dating application. In order to speak about it intelligently, I spent part of a week fooling around with it.

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Tinder doesn’t work like standard online dating. Because it originated as a hookup site, its roots are substantially more superficial. In essence, Tinder shows you the pictures, first names, distance from you, and age of people you might be interested in, and you use that information to decide whether or not you want to contact that person.

Tinder is supposed to be fast-paced. You’re not looking for a spouse. You’re not even looking for a date. You’re looking for a hookup. The idea is that you’re either interested (in which case, you’d swipe right) or not (swipe left). If you and the other person both swipe right, Tinder connects you to make the arrangements. If you swipe a person left, Tinder makes sure you never see him again, which is a lovely courtesy.

That sounds simple enough, right? Yeah, I thought so, too. The whole thing is supposed to move quickly, so I figured I would just need a couple of minutes on my lunch half-hour, while I ate.

The first day, I got everything set up and started swiping. I admit that I spent a little too much time between swipes initially. I’m not going to apologize for that. I certainly don’t want to hook up with just anybody.

Not that *I* was in it for the hookup, you understand. I was just about the research. You know, for the party. Just to be clear.

After left-swiping an ex-boyfriend with more vehemence than necessary, I finally encountered someone who looked interesting. I swiped him right, and Tinder announced in joyous script that “It’s a match!” I was kind of joyous myself. I’d begun to worry that I wouldn’t have anything to discuss at the party.

The first guy is not a bad-looking fellow at all. By that time, unfortunately, I had about three minutes of lunch left. My new friend told me to feel free to text him and sent me a phone number. The gesture reminded me that I hadn’t arranged for an alternate phone number of my own. I certainly don’t want the Men of Tinder gallivanting around with my real phone number.

Not that it mattered, of course, because this was really about research. I should have told this person that. As I’d left it, he probably thought I was trying to hook up with him.

Tinder was difficult. Should Tinder have been difficult?

The next day, again at lunch, I went back to Tinder, resolved to make things easier for myself. That day’s crop of potential partners (for research) was different, though. Instead of shirtless posturing or posing with various landmarks, I saw pictures of kids. Sometimes they were alone, in Little League uniforms. Sometimes they were with their parents, whose names and ages appeared on my phone as usual. I didn’t make any matches that day — I swipe left for kids — so I was more discouraged than usual when I sought out a Tinder-aware friend for advice.

She explained that I was probably taking too much time between swipes. She only spent a few seconds deciding which way to swipe, the way I had when I saw my ex. She also said Tinder pulled photos from users’ Facebook albums. That explained the kids; parents often forgot to remove their kids’ pictures from their Tinder profiles.

“I thought you didn’t have any pictures of yourself on Facebook,” she said.

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I didn’t. What I did have was my most recent cover, which features a woman provocatively posed in a man’s arms. I should mention that neither of those people is clothed. It had not occurred to me that my fellow Tinderfolk might have presumed that I was in the photo.

I went right for self-deprecating Tinderfail humor. “I guess guys are probably swiping right for that.”

She smiled gently at me. “Alexa, guys swipe right for everyone.”

I’d have felt bad about this if I hadn’t just been in it for the sake of research. Instead, I decided I had probably seen enough of Tinder to discuss it intelligently at Girls’ Night Out. Once I arrived at the party, I pulled Madeline Iva aside for a bit of a demonstration.

I got Tinder going on my phone and got to swiping for her. Two left swipes, and then … a lean, muscular, shirtless fellow displaying his tattoos as he lifted weights. Sure, his back was turned, and we couldn’t see his face, but whatever, it’s just Tinder. For research.

“We’ll want to talk to him,” I said.

I swiped right and was matched with my tattooed friend. Of course. Men swipe right for everyone.

I greeted him and said I was about to give a presentation for a group. I asked if he was interested in answering a few questions.

He asked if I wanted to hook up. A fair question, this being Tinder and all.

“Right now?” I asked. I explained that I wouldn’t be available for a while.

After some thought — maybe two full minutes — he said that would be fine. Then he asked where I lived.

But it was time for my talk. I closed out and got down to business, and by the time I was done, I imagine he’d found a more convenient partner. I never heard from him again, and I think he’s expunged our conversation from his end. I might have felt something about that if it hadn’t been all about the research.

So it’s been a month now, and now that I’ve told all of you about my Inspiring Adventures with Tinder, I can uninstall it once and for all. And I will. As soon as I’m sure there’s nothing else I need to research.

As for you, you’ll want to follow Lady Smut. We’re here looking for friends first, and maybe something more, if things work out.

Sexy Saturday Round-Up

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By Liz Everly and the Lady Smut Bloggers

Hello, Sexy! Hope you are having a FAB-U-LOUS weekend! To add to your fun, check out the following blog posts we picked out just for you.

Think Burlesque is all about youth and firm bodies? Think again.

In the category of how did I miss this?

Have you read Daughters of Eve?  I have- I read the updated version of it this summer.

From Madeline:

The 4 second snap judgement: Is Tinder this the most scientifically sound dating app out there? 

Did Bach’s wife write a lot of his music? 

Rise of the feminist creep busting web vigilante 

50 must see horror films directed by women. 

From a blog called The Leaky Boob: tips to better sex after baby.

Tall Hot and Scary – Sexy hunks back when they had to play bad guys. 

We have to eat chocolate. For our Brains. –But you knew this already.

From Elizabeth:

Strengthen your erotic writing by trashing the modifiers.

Good porn scripts versus bad ones – did you know there’s a difference?

15 secrets men keep from women.

File this under your WTF?! category: woman squirts breast milk to distract clerks and then robs a pharmacy.

Here’s what happens when you find your kids’ missing cat. Get out your tissues.

From Alexa:

Your passport up to date? Check out these stories of wild travel sex.

Go easy on your fellow travelers dressed up as “sexy corn.” The skimpy Halloween costume is our right as women.

A brief tale about the power of saying “Yes, I would, and yes, I did.”

 

Sexy Witches

by C. Margery Kempe

Earlier this week Madeline Iva asked if you were a good witch or a bad witch, but I think the important question is are you a sexy witch? While I find the habit of slapping ‘sexy’ on any costume’s name and removing half its fabric really annoying and stupid and insulting, witches are dead sexy because they are powerful.

Yeah, baby.

In the early modern era that led to widespread witch hunts — yeah, early modern era because in the Middle Ages people were smarter than that. But look at our own era: how much misogyny there is and fear of women’s power and inevitably that leads to calling us witches.

Sometimes the curly-toed shoe fits ;-) which is why my Book of Dark Desires tale is about a witch who discovers something weird in her family history — and when Lizzie thinks something’s weird, you know it is.

Dead sexy, too.

Here’s some of my favourite sexy witch movies:

Veronica Lake is spooky cute.

Lovely Kim Novak shows why you don’t mess with witches.

A wonderful cast of lovely women.

The awesome cool gals you always wanted to be in school.

The one and only Angelica!

Serafina Pekkala, Finnish witch.

 

Happy Halloween everyone from the Lady Smut crew.

The Man in a Dress: Why is Cross-dressing Sometimes So Hot?

by Madeline Iva

Sometimes we find a man with a mixture of male and female features hits our evolutionary bullseye.  (I want to boink him but I want to cuddle him too! See every boy band ever created.) But why is it that sometimes cross-dressing is so very hot?

My love for/obsession with cross-dressing goes back, waaaaay back to the dawn of those hazy/shameful lustful feelings reading romance novels as a teenager.

In Georgette Heyer’s romance The%20MasqueradersTHE MASQUERADERS, our heroine ends up in a state of arousal and confusion around her hero.  It deeply affects her that he includes her in his sphere because they get along so well. He simply enjoys being around her.  I find this very sexy–it’s her brain that counts–her inner substance is compelling to him.  It’s not about her looks or femininity.  It’s not about how much she conforms to a societal standard or ideal.

Meanwhile, HIS decisive confidence in his own sexuality cuts through the gordian knot of a complicated seething desire he feels for her after being around her for a while. And once he feels what he feels, and sorts that out, he sees clearly what has to be going on: she’s not a young man after all.  Beneath her brazen ruse he sees her vulnerable side. Oy. SO sexy.

The only regret I have about this book is that at this stage readers could use a super-hot sex scene.  But that’s not how Heyer rolls.

Towards the end of high school I got a snootful of Dr. Frankenfurter in THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW.  He was sublime.  And just when you thought he wasn’t interested in women at all he proved himself *very* interested–and skilled.  It was the stealthy seduction and attack that I loved just as much as the naming and claiming of his own scandalous desires.  Someone with this much confidence, with this much unappreciated genius, could also show you his intense diva side–his wanting to be wanted, his desiring to be desired–and still come off as the hottest guy in the room through sheer force of his sexual charisma.

There were other cross-dressing moments that imprinted my youthful psyche in the early 90’s–aside from that cross-dressing classic SOME LIKE IT HOT.  The ending of SOME LIKE IT HOT is probably the most perfect ending to a movie ever made and a sine-qua-non of what romance is truly all about.

David Duchovney in drag & his lazy seductive voice.

But back to the 90’s.  I became catching glimpses of David Duchevony on Twin%20Peaks: The Complete Series (The Definitive Gold Box Edition)TWIN PEAKS.  I wasn’t watching the show, so it was just glimpses of him in clips. I think the idea was that he was originally cross-dressing as an undercover assignment for the FBI, but that the cross dressing got away from him and took on a life of its own.  I was captivated.  When he was dressed as a woman it let me focus on his ultra-male voice.  That amazing low, rich, lazy voice–is *so* sexy.  And being a woman, he presented his vulnerable soft side first.  I found it to be a major turn on.  It’s sort of similar to a really hot guy laying back and saying ‘you can do anything you want with me.’  This must be what’s appealing to men when women are vulnerable. And this too, to me at least, is the appeal of a cross-dressing guy.

Hottest Pedro Almodovar sex scene ever???

But there’s another appeal as well, I think.  Around that same time a movie came out called High%20HeelsHIGH HEELS.

In HIGH HEELS Victoria Abril’s character grows up with a mother who is a singer–and clawing her way to the top.  Abril’s character therefore, grows up lonely and neglected as a child, in a world where men are pretty much pigs.  She is so hungry for mother-love eventually she marries an ex-boyfriend of her mother’s.  She is so mother-hungry, she also finds a cross-dressing cabaret performer who dresses up as her mother and who befriends her.   He is her one and only friend until the night when she’s helping him undress after his act, and his desire her for overwhelms him.  Soon they are f***ing in his dressing room.  It’s a hot, mind-clearing boink for her, yet he’s secretly in love with her.

It was such a hot scene. Something about the permissive atmosphere around them seems to let secret desires out.  Something about cross-dressing–an act of letting go and just saying yes to who you are on the inside–enables their intimate friendship to suddenly ignite into a hot connection.

The dark desire for a hot cross-dressing man isn’t just about seeing his vulnerable sensitive side first through friendship and it’s not only about examining/letting out out secret desires, it’s much MUCH more subversive than that.

I had to go back and watch THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW again to really get it. In mirror scenes, Frankenfurter puts both Janet and Brad in the same situation and they both react the same way.  Their desire to be taken by surprise and to give in to naughty temptation are exactly alike.  Underneath the gender roles we’re assigned, aren’t we’re all the very much the same?  Not just in our sexual desires, but in our needs and vulnerabilities as well?  You wouldn’t think this was a horrifically shocking message to convey to society–but it is. It still is.

This is why a cross-dresser’s sexuality is still upsetting to so many people.

Would you ever be tempted by a cross-dressing hottie? We know that men who like to cross dress aren’t always gay.  But what about seducing a smoldering gay guy out of his garter belt and back into our camp for just one night? Would you ever?

Meanwhile, follow your naughty desires and follow our blog.  We’ll even let you try on our high heels if you want.

PS: Happy Halloween.  In the mood for other good campy Halloweenie blog posts? Say no more:

I’m a Monster, A MONSTER! 

Horror Sex Camp

Hunks O Steel: Cybogs, Sexbots, & ‘Steins

Is Manscaping Manly?

Hot – and hairless!

By Elizabeth Shore

Hey, sexy readers. I’m out today but will return next week with a new post. In the meantime, in case you missed it the first time around, let’s just think about hot men for awhile. Ok by you? ;-)

Back in 1972, Cosmopolitan magazine published a centerfold of Burt Reynolds in his birthday suit stretched out on a bearskin rug. The photo was no less than a media sensation and was considered groundbreaking for the female sexual revolution. After all, ladies have been strutting their naked selves for the entertainment of men for years. At last we gals had the favor returned (although, to be honest, Burt’s strategically draped arm hid the essential bit). That one photo skyrocketed Burt Reynolds’ career from actor to sex star. In fact, the picture was so popular that it spurred the launch of Playgirl. But isn’t it interesting how tastes change? If that photo were published today, instead of feeling euphoric over the progress in gender equality, I’d take one look at Burt’s gorilla chest and think: that dude’s in need of some serious manscaping.

Burt and his hair.

If you do a Google images search on “sexy men” (go ahead, I’ll wait), you’re not going to get much in the way of body hair. What you are going to get are pictures similar to Mr. Ripped Abs above. When it comes to today’s hotties, the ladies like ‘em smooth. We can deal with a bit of facial hair – five o’clock shadow’s pretty sexy – but plush mats of chest fur resembling a chia pet are a total turn-off. As writer Ryan McKee states on the website Ask Men, “chest hair should never be so thick that it appears a guy’s T-shirt is levitating off his chest.” Right on, Ryan.

The same rule-of-thumb holds true for excessive leg hair. Some, sure, unless you’re dating a swimmer in which case you can expect his thighs to be smoother than yours. What we don’t want is for men’s legs to look like they’re covered in carpet. As for other hirsute habits, under arm hair should be nicely trimmed. No visible tufts, please. Back hair, nose hair, ear hair let’s not even think about. But what about . . . down there? Should the lawn be trimmed around the tree?

In the porn industry men are always shaved to the nines. Not a stitch to be found below the face. But here’s the thing: for a guy to be that hairless requires a lot of upkeep. Is all that manscaping manly? Do we want our guys to be higher maintenance than we are?

Consider this scenario. You’re getting ready for a night on the town. You’ve spent the better part of the past hour making sure your make-up looks great and your hair behaves. You’ve got your outfit picked out and are nearly finished. Suddenly your guy scoots you aside and says he’s gotta jump in the shower because he needs to shave his balls. Say what?! Talk about being doused with a cold bucket of reality. Is this information that we really wanted?

People have said about sausage that they love to eat it but don’t want to know how it’s made. Perhaps we can equate manscaping to sausage. We like the results, but have no interest in knowing how they were achieved. I mean, seriously, would it be cool for your guy to cancel a date because he’s got an appointment for a back wax?

What do you think? How much is too much when it comes to men’s maintenance? Sound off in the comments below. Oh, and don’t forget to follow us at Lady Smut. We’ll keep you properly maintained.

Passion, Romance, and Treachery in Thorland’s “The Turncoat”

By Liz Everly

A month or so ago, while announcing the publication of my historical romance, TEMPTING WILL MCGLASHEN, I called for more early-American romances. (Check out my earlier blog post here.) I finally read Donna Thorland’s  THE TURNCOAT, which I  had flagged to read but a commenter said “Move it to the top of your pile.” And, dear reader, that is exactly what I did.

I’m so glad I did.

Here is a book that brings passion and romance to the American Revolution in a way that I’m not so sure has ever been done before. I think of the “Bastard Series.”  Am I the only one who remember John Jake’s Bicentennial Bastard Series? I loved those books in the way that they brought American history to life. If I remember, not only was the series grounded in good historical research, but it also had these bits and pieces of naughtiness, which thrilled me, even as a young reader. I think I must have wanted more. I think I must not even realized it until I read THE TURNCOAT, which gives more, more, MORE, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.

Romance readers love a good spy story. But most of those spies are British. Sometimes they are French. But American? If this is not the only historical romance set  during the American Revolution that features an American spy, please let me know. But this spy is not just a spy; the spy is a woman. In fact, there are several women spies in this book. Pshaw, you say? There were no women spies then? Then let me very happily tell you how wrong you are. Either I never thought about this, or I just never quite paid attention to it, but there was quite a network of females spies then. Now, as my historian-husband points out, most of them were not considered “spies” as we define them–but more informants, gathering information and delivering it to the “right” people. Spy, nonetheless.

Thorland gives you a little introduction to one of the female spies of the American Revolution in the back of this book, (Lydia Barrington Darragh) which ignited my geeky-research side into days of Internet searches and so on. But let’s not go down that long and twisty road. This is Lady Smut, after all, we are here to celebrate a smart AND SEXY read. And that’s exactly what this book is.

I admired Thorland’s deft ability at setting up the romance—and providing the obstacles to it. I fought myself. I really wanted to skip ahead. I couldn’t figure out just how the two main characters would get their happy ending. It seemed quite impossible. She manages this while giving plenty of historical details to chew on and adventure to make your heart race. If you love historical romances, read this book.

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