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November 2, 2015
Slave-Bride of the Sidhe is now available for purchase!
I've just uploaded the book to Smashwords, and as a thanks to those of you who read my blog, here's your coupon code to get 25% off: ZL39Z. The code is only good for one week, so hurry if you want to use it. Here's the Amazon link if you'd like to buy from there.Here's the synopsis:
There’s something different about Ethna. She’s fond of her husband but she doesn’t crave his touch, and what she does crave is so strange and powerful that she can’t explain it even to herself. She seems to find an answer when she’s kidnaped by a fairy king and plunged into a world of supernatural submission, but then her husband rescues her, and she realizes King Finvarra was nothing like her heart’s desire. But she still desires something, and her experience with Finvarra has somehow brought her closer to the truth. She’ll just have to patient, and to explore her innermost depths, before she can find her true calling. Then she’ll know exactly what – and whom – she really wants.
This story is a sexed-up retelling of an ancient Celtic folk tale with an all-new second act that’s twice as titillating as the first.
Enjoy!
October 30, 2015
October 26, 2015
I am now taking commissions for personal stories
I'll write a scenario of your own choosing, either based on preexisting work or your own ideas. This will be a short piece of 1000-2000 words. It will be for you and you only - no resale allowed, and I retain all rights to the material. I will not write about incest. If interested, email me at thequeensthrall@yahoo.com for more info.
October 25, 2015
This and that
My postings might be irregular lately, but don't worry: I've been very busy behind the scenes. I told you recently that I was working on a new story called "Transfixed," which began life in 2009 as a collaboration that fizzled and was recently resurrected by me as a solo effort. I'm still working on it, and I'm having great ideas; but I'm putting it on hold for about a week. I decided that it would be a good move to publish something quick during the layover before "Transfixed" lands. So I've polished up "Ethna Redux," retitled it "Slave-Bride to the Sidhe" (total clickbait, I know), and am preparing to release it on or about November 2. Be on the lookout, as I'll be offering my usual 25% off coupon here.
On a different subject, I was recently pointed toward a collection of Lovecraft audiobooks adapted and narrated by a professional named Julie Hoverson. I've heard her narration, and she's excellent; I've read her writing, and it's also excellent; and I've spoken with her about her take on the Lovecraft stories, which is pretty brilliant. For instance, as much as I love HPL's stories, I can't get past his racism or his ignorance of the fact that women exist; and one of his best stories, "The Rats in the Walls," has a (very) offensively named cat in a critical role. Well, Julie found a very interesting way around both problems. If this piques your interest, and if you want to hear some great free narration of Lovecraft stories and other interesting stuff, click here.
Finally, on a third subject, Callidus has shared a clip from a video game featuring sexy drone women wearing half-Borg/half-bikini outfits. It's cool, but it's also kind of hilarious the way the "camera" zooms in on their tits and asses. Their armor is anything but practical...but since they're lightning fast and seem to be able to teleport or something, I suppose they'd be just as safe if they were naked. Anyway, here's the clip. Enjoy.
On a different subject, I was recently pointed toward a collection of Lovecraft audiobooks adapted and narrated by a professional named Julie Hoverson. I've heard her narration, and she's excellent; I've read her writing, and it's also excellent; and I've spoken with her about her take on the Lovecraft stories, which is pretty brilliant. For instance, as much as I love HPL's stories, I can't get past his racism or his ignorance of the fact that women exist; and one of his best stories, "The Rats in the Walls," has a (very) offensively named cat in a critical role. Well, Julie found a very interesting way around both problems. If this piques your interest, and if you want to hear some great free narration of Lovecraft stories and other interesting stuff, click here.
Finally, on a third subject, Callidus has shared a clip from a video game featuring sexy drone women wearing half-Borg/half-bikini outfits. It's cool, but it's also kind of hilarious the way the "camera" zooms in on their tits and asses. Their armor is anything but practical...but since they're lightning fast and seem to be able to teleport or something, I suppose they'd be just as safe if they were naked. Anyway, here's the clip. Enjoy.
October 10, 2015
hot sex
That's not just a click-bait title. I'm about to share with you a magma-hot sex scene, one of the best I've ever read - even though it doesn't involve any MC and the couple are hetero. But don't worry; this scene is in no way vanilla. The man, Boone, is dead. He's been resurrected as a monster and it sickens him; but his girlfriend isn't bothered by something as unimportant as the lack of a pulse, and she wants him off his mopey ass. You see, Boone's in jail, surrounded by a lynch mob, and he has to break out before the humans finish him. Then they have to save the necropolis of Midian that made Boone what he is. It seems like a tall order, but Boone has plenty of power. He just needs someone with power over him - the merely human Lori - to bring him back to pseudo-life.
This is an excerpt from the novella Cabal, by Clive Barker - for my money, the best erotica writer outside of the erotica genre.
"They have to finish me, Lori. Put me out of my misery."
"I don't want you out of your misery," she said.
"But I do!" he replied, looking up at her for the first time. Seeing his face, she remembered how many had doted on him, and understood why. Pain could have no more persuasive apologists than his bones, his eyes.
"I want out," he said. "Out of this body. Out of this life."
"You can't. Midian needs you. It's being destroyed, Boone."
"Let it go! Let it all go. Midian's just a hole in the ground, full of things that should lie down and be dead. They know that, all of 'em. They just haven't got the balls to do what's right."
"Nothing's right," she found herself saying (how far she'd come to this bleak relativity), "except what you feel and know."
His small fury abated. The sadness that replaced it was more profound than ever.
"I feel dead," he said. "I know nothing."
"That's not true," she replied, taking the first steps toward him she'd taken since entering the cell. He flinched as if he expected her to strike him.
"You know me. You feel me."
She took hold of his arm and pulled it up toward her. He didn't have time to make a fist. She laid his palm on her stomach.
"You think you disgust me, Boone? You think you horrify me? You don't."
She drew his hand up toward her breasts.
"I still want you, Boone. Midian wants you too, but I want you more. I want you cold, if that's the way you are. I want you dead, if that's the way you are. And I'll come to you if you won't come to me. I'll let them shoot me down."
"No," he said.
Her grip on his hand was light now. He could have slipped it, but he chose to leave his touch upon her, with only the thin fabric of her blouse intervening. She wished she could dissolve it at will, have his hand stroking the skin between her breasts.
"They're going to come for us sooner or later," she said.
Nor was she bluffing. There were voices from outside. A lynch mob gathering. Maybe the monsters were forever. But so were their persecutors.
"They'll destroy us both, Boone. You for what you are. Me for loving you. And I'll never hold you again. I don't want that, Boone. I don't want us dust in the same wind. I want us flesh."
Her tongue had outstripped her intention. She hadn't meant to say it so plainly. But it was said now, and true. She wasn't ashamed of it.
"I won't let you deny me, Boone," she told him. The words were their own engine. They drove her hand to Boone's cold scalp. She snatched a fist of his thick black hair.
He didn't resist her. Instead the hand on her chest closed on the blouse, and he went down onto his knees in front of her, pressing his face to her crotch, licking at it as if to tongue her clean of clothes and enter her with spit and spirit all in one.
She was wet beneath the fabric. He smelled her heat for him. Knew what she's said was no lie. He kissed her cunt, or the cloth that hid her cunt, over and over and over.
"Forgive yourself, Boone," she said. He nodded.
She took tighter hold on his hair, and pulled him away from the bliss of her scent.
"Say it," she told him. "Say you forgive yourself."
He looked up from his pleasure, and she could see before he spoke the weight of shame had gone from his face. Behind his sudden smile she met the monster's eyes, dark, and darkening still as he delved for it. The look made her ache.
"Please..." she murmured, "love me."
He pulled at her blouse. It tore. His hand went through the gap in one smooth motion, and beneath her bra to her breast. This was madness, of course. The mob would be upon them if they didn't get out quickly. But then madness had drawn her into this circle of dust and flies in the first place; why be surprised her journey had brought her round to this new insanity? Better this than life without him. Better this than practically anything.
He was getting to his feet, teasing her tit from hiding, putting his cold mouth to her hot nipple, flicking it, licking it, tongue and teeth in perfect play. Death had made a lover of him. Given him knowledge of flesh and how to rouse it, made him easy with the body's mysteries. He was everywhere about her, working his hips against hers in slow grinding circles - trailing his tongue from her breasts to the sweet bowl between her clavicles, and up along the ridge of her throat to her chin, thence to her mouth.
Only once in her life had there been such wrenching hunger in her. In New York, years before, she'd met and fucked with a man whose name she'd never known, but whose hands and lips seemed to know her better than herself.
"Have a drink with me?" she'd said, when they'd unglued themselves.
He'd told her no almost pityingly, as though someone so ignorant of the rules was bound for grief. So she'd watched him dress and leave, angry with herself for asking, and with him for such practiced detachment. But she'd dreamt of him a dozen times in the weeks after, revisiting their squalid moments together, hungry for them again.
She had them here. Boone was the lover of that dark corner, perfected. Cool and feverish, urgent and studied. She knew his name this time, but he was still strange to her. And in the fervor of his possession, and in her heat for him, she felt that other lover, and all the lovers who'd come and gone before him, burned up. It was only their ash in her now, where their tongues and necks and cocks had been, and she had power over them completely.
Boone was unzipping himself. She took his length in her hand. Now it was his turn to sigh as she ran her fingers along the underside of his erection, up from his balls to where the ring of his circumcision scar bore a nugget of tender flesh. She stroked him there, tiny movements to match the measure of his tongue back and forth between her lips. Then, on the same sudden impulse, the teasing time was over. He was lifting her skirt, tearing at her underwear, his fingers going where only hers had been for too long. She pushed him back against the wall, pulled his jeans down to midthigh. Then, one arm hooked around his shoulders, the other hand enjoying the silk of his cock before it was out of sight, she took him inside. He resisted her speed, a delicious war of want which had her at screaming pitch in seconds. She was never so open, nor had ever needed to be. He filled her to overflowing.
Then it really began. After the promises, the proof. Bracing his upper back against the wall he angled himself so as to throw his fuck up into her, her weight its own insistence. She licked his face. He grinned. She spat in it. He laughed and spat back.
"Yes," she said. "Yes. Go on. Yes."
All she could manage was affirmatives. Yes to his spittle, yes to his cock, yes to this life in death, and joy in life and death forever and ever.
His answer was honey-hipped, wordless labor, teeth clenched, brow plowed. The expression on his face made her cunt spasm. To see him shut his eyes against her pleasure, to know that the sight of her bliss took him too close to be countenanced. They had such power each over each. She demanded his motion with motion of her own, one hand gripping the brick beside his head so she could raise herself along his length and then impale herself again. There was no finer hurt. She wished it could never stop.
But there was a voice at the door. She could hear it through her whining head.
"Quickly."
It was Narcisse.
"Quickly." Boone heard him too, and the din behind his voice as the lynchers gathered. He matched her new rhythm, up to meet her descent.
"Open your eyes," she said.
He obeyed, grinning at the command. It was too much for him, meeting her eyes. Too much for her, meeting his. The pact struck, they parted till her cunt only sucked at the head of his cock - so slicked it might slip from her - then closed on each other for one final stroke.
The joy of it made her cry out, but he choked her yell with his tongue, sealing their eruption inside their mouths. Not so below. Undammed after months, his come overflowed and ran down her legs, its course colder than his scalp or his kisses.
It was Narcisse who brought them back from their world of two into that of many. The door was now open. He was watching them without embarrassment.
"Finished?" he wanted to know.
Boone wiped his lips back and forth on Lori's, spreading their saliva from cheek to cheek.
"For now," he said, looking only at her.
"So can we get going?" Narcisse said.
"Whenever. Wherever."
"Midian," came the instant reply.
"Midian, then."
This is an excerpt from the novella Cabal, by Clive Barker - for my money, the best erotica writer outside of the erotica genre.
"They have to finish me, Lori. Put me out of my misery."
"I don't want you out of your misery," she said.
"But I do!" he replied, looking up at her for the first time. Seeing his face, she remembered how many had doted on him, and understood why. Pain could have no more persuasive apologists than his bones, his eyes.
"I want out," he said. "Out of this body. Out of this life."
"You can't. Midian needs you. It's being destroyed, Boone."
"Let it go! Let it all go. Midian's just a hole in the ground, full of things that should lie down and be dead. They know that, all of 'em. They just haven't got the balls to do what's right."
"Nothing's right," she found herself saying (how far she'd come to this bleak relativity), "except what you feel and know."
His small fury abated. The sadness that replaced it was more profound than ever.
"I feel dead," he said. "I know nothing."
"That's not true," she replied, taking the first steps toward him she'd taken since entering the cell. He flinched as if he expected her to strike him.
"You know me. You feel me."
She took hold of his arm and pulled it up toward her. He didn't have time to make a fist. She laid his palm on her stomach.
"You think you disgust me, Boone? You think you horrify me? You don't."
She drew his hand up toward her breasts.
"I still want you, Boone. Midian wants you too, but I want you more. I want you cold, if that's the way you are. I want you dead, if that's the way you are. And I'll come to you if you won't come to me. I'll let them shoot me down."
"No," he said.
Her grip on his hand was light now. He could have slipped it, but he chose to leave his touch upon her, with only the thin fabric of her blouse intervening. She wished she could dissolve it at will, have his hand stroking the skin between her breasts.
"They're going to come for us sooner or later," she said.
Nor was she bluffing. There were voices from outside. A lynch mob gathering. Maybe the monsters were forever. But so were their persecutors.
"They'll destroy us both, Boone. You for what you are. Me for loving you. And I'll never hold you again. I don't want that, Boone. I don't want us dust in the same wind. I want us flesh."
Her tongue had outstripped her intention. She hadn't meant to say it so plainly. But it was said now, and true. She wasn't ashamed of it.
"I won't let you deny me, Boone," she told him. The words were their own engine. They drove her hand to Boone's cold scalp. She snatched a fist of his thick black hair.
He didn't resist her. Instead the hand on her chest closed on the blouse, and he went down onto his knees in front of her, pressing his face to her crotch, licking at it as if to tongue her clean of clothes and enter her with spit and spirit all in one.
She was wet beneath the fabric. He smelled her heat for him. Knew what she's said was no lie. He kissed her cunt, or the cloth that hid her cunt, over and over and over.
"Forgive yourself, Boone," she said. He nodded.
She took tighter hold on his hair, and pulled him away from the bliss of her scent.
"Say it," she told him. "Say you forgive yourself."
He looked up from his pleasure, and she could see before he spoke the weight of shame had gone from his face. Behind his sudden smile she met the monster's eyes, dark, and darkening still as he delved for it. The look made her ache.
"Please..." she murmured, "love me."
He pulled at her blouse. It tore. His hand went through the gap in one smooth motion, and beneath her bra to her breast. This was madness, of course. The mob would be upon them if they didn't get out quickly. But then madness had drawn her into this circle of dust and flies in the first place; why be surprised her journey had brought her round to this new insanity? Better this than life without him. Better this than practically anything.
He was getting to his feet, teasing her tit from hiding, putting his cold mouth to her hot nipple, flicking it, licking it, tongue and teeth in perfect play. Death had made a lover of him. Given him knowledge of flesh and how to rouse it, made him easy with the body's mysteries. He was everywhere about her, working his hips against hers in slow grinding circles - trailing his tongue from her breasts to the sweet bowl between her clavicles, and up along the ridge of her throat to her chin, thence to her mouth.
Only once in her life had there been such wrenching hunger in her. In New York, years before, she'd met and fucked with a man whose name she'd never known, but whose hands and lips seemed to know her better than herself.
"Have a drink with me?" she'd said, when they'd unglued themselves.
He'd told her no almost pityingly, as though someone so ignorant of the rules was bound for grief. So she'd watched him dress and leave, angry with herself for asking, and with him for such practiced detachment. But she'd dreamt of him a dozen times in the weeks after, revisiting their squalid moments together, hungry for them again.
She had them here. Boone was the lover of that dark corner, perfected. Cool and feverish, urgent and studied. She knew his name this time, but he was still strange to her. And in the fervor of his possession, and in her heat for him, she felt that other lover, and all the lovers who'd come and gone before him, burned up. It was only their ash in her now, where their tongues and necks and cocks had been, and she had power over them completely.
Boone was unzipping himself. She took his length in her hand. Now it was his turn to sigh as she ran her fingers along the underside of his erection, up from his balls to where the ring of his circumcision scar bore a nugget of tender flesh. She stroked him there, tiny movements to match the measure of his tongue back and forth between her lips. Then, on the same sudden impulse, the teasing time was over. He was lifting her skirt, tearing at her underwear, his fingers going where only hers had been for too long. She pushed him back against the wall, pulled his jeans down to midthigh. Then, one arm hooked around his shoulders, the other hand enjoying the silk of his cock before it was out of sight, she took him inside. He resisted her speed, a delicious war of want which had her at screaming pitch in seconds. She was never so open, nor had ever needed to be. He filled her to overflowing.
Then it really began. After the promises, the proof. Bracing his upper back against the wall he angled himself so as to throw his fuck up into her, her weight its own insistence. She licked his face. He grinned. She spat in it. He laughed and spat back.
"Yes," she said. "Yes. Go on. Yes."
All she could manage was affirmatives. Yes to his spittle, yes to his cock, yes to this life in death, and joy in life and death forever and ever.
His answer was honey-hipped, wordless labor, teeth clenched, brow plowed. The expression on his face made her cunt spasm. To see him shut his eyes against her pleasure, to know that the sight of her bliss took him too close to be countenanced. They had such power each over each. She demanded his motion with motion of her own, one hand gripping the brick beside his head so she could raise herself along his length and then impale herself again. There was no finer hurt. She wished it could never stop.
But there was a voice at the door. She could hear it through her whining head.
"Quickly."
It was Narcisse.
"Quickly." Boone heard him too, and the din behind his voice as the lynchers gathered. He matched her new rhythm, up to meet her descent.
"Open your eyes," she said.
He obeyed, grinning at the command. It was too much for him, meeting her eyes. Too much for her, meeting his. The pact struck, they parted till her cunt only sucked at the head of his cock - so slicked it might slip from her - then closed on each other for one final stroke.
The joy of it made her cry out, but he choked her yell with his tongue, sealing their eruption inside their mouths. Not so below. Undammed after months, his come overflowed and ran down her legs, its course colder than his scalp or his kisses.
It was Narcisse who brought them back from their world of two into that of many. The door was now open. He was watching them without embarrassment.
"Finished?" he wanted to know.
Boone wiped his lips back and forth on Lori's, spreading their saliva from cheek to cheek.
"For now," he said, looking only at her.
"So can we get going?" Narcisse said.
"Whenever. Wherever."
"Midian," came the instant reply.
"Midian, then."
September 20, 2015
What's up next
My posting schedule might be a little irregular for a while, but don't worry; I haven't forgotten you. Life is complicated right now, but one part of it involves a brand new story that I'm just about ready to start writing. It took me quite a while to work out the details of this one because of its origin.
Some of my long-time blog readers will remember that a few years ago, I was planning a second collaboration (after publishing the Quick and Dirty Anthology) with trilby else, Tabico, Iago, and some others; but our lineup was constantly in flux, and ultimately we had to drop the project. But I can tell you more about it now, because I've gotten permission to write up my part of the story, with some changes, as an independent piece.
In the epic we originally envisioned, a human spaceship had been invaded by insectile aliens that attached to and enslaved its crew, and they'd forced this ship to ram into another one for the purpose of taking it over. Each of us was going to follow a few characters aboard the second ship as they scrambled to hide and/or escape into space. We were going to call the story "Transfixed" because it made a nice triple entendre (The two ships are literally transfixed, the victims are transfixed by MC, and "transfixed" is a play on "trance-fixed." Don't say I never gave you anything).
My part of the story had the captain of the second ship being captured and tempted by the captain of the first ship, a woman who had once been her lover and was now the aliens' eager puppet. Then I had a third character, an innocent peon with a crush on my heroine, whom she was trying to protect while he tried to avoid capture. Never mind the "whys" of all that, because the situation has changed a bit, and I don't want to spoil the parts that haven't changed. I'll just tell you this: the aliens are still somewhat insectile, although not what we originally envisioned; and my three characters still exist, though in altered form. The biggest difference is that the ex-lover is now a man. I decided to change his gender as a way to stretch myself. It'll be fun to write a different kind of seduction scene (For the record, this will be nothing like the Paolo/Shara scene in Sleepwalkers. It'll be sexy rather than horrific.).
I'll admit I'm curious to know how my longtime fans will react to the new direction. You wouldn't keep reading my stuff if you weren't into lesbian sex; but judging by the comments and emails you send me, you're evenly divided between genders, and a lot of my male fans are subs. That being the case, I hope you'll like seeing an MC'ed man tempting a free woman to give in.
As always, feel free to leave comments below. I've set up my blog so that you can comment in total anonymity, and I never delete anything but spam and troll posts. Let me know what you think.
Some of my long-time blog readers will remember that a few years ago, I was planning a second collaboration (after publishing the Quick and Dirty Anthology) with trilby else, Tabico, Iago, and some others; but our lineup was constantly in flux, and ultimately we had to drop the project. But I can tell you more about it now, because I've gotten permission to write up my part of the story, with some changes, as an independent piece.
In the epic we originally envisioned, a human spaceship had been invaded by insectile aliens that attached to and enslaved its crew, and they'd forced this ship to ram into another one for the purpose of taking it over. Each of us was going to follow a few characters aboard the second ship as they scrambled to hide and/or escape into space. We were going to call the story "Transfixed" because it made a nice triple entendre (The two ships are literally transfixed, the victims are transfixed by MC, and "transfixed" is a play on "trance-fixed." Don't say I never gave you anything).
My part of the story had the captain of the second ship being captured and tempted by the captain of the first ship, a woman who had once been her lover and was now the aliens' eager puppet. Then I had a third character, an innocent peon with a crush on my heroine, whom she was trying to protect while he tried to avoid capture. Never mind the "whys" of all that, because the situation has changed a bit, and I don't want to spoil the parts that haven't changed. I'll just tell you this: the aliens are still somewhat insectile, although not what we originally envisioned; and my three characters still exist, though in altered form. The biggest difference is that the ex-lover is now a man. I decided to change his gender as a way to stretch myself. It'll be fun to write a different kind of seduction scene (For the record, this will be nothing like the Paolo/Shara scene in Sleepwalkers. It'll be sexy rather than horrific.).
I'll admit I'm curious to know how my longtime fans will react to the new direction. You wouldn't keep reading my stuff if you weren't into lesbian sex; but judging by the comments and emails you send me, you're evenly divided between genders, and a lot of my male fans are subs. That being the case, I hope you'll like seeing an MC'ed man tempting a free woman to give in.
As always, feel free to leave comments below. I've set up my blog so that you can comment in total anonymity, and I never delete anything but spam and troll posts. Let me know what you think.
September 5, 2015
Honey wine
I hear there's a perfect wine for every entree. It might be true, although I can think of several dishes that could only be served with wine from a box. Thankfully, tonight's vintage is so fine that I had to match entrees to it rather than vice-versa. I think you'll like my choices, though.
Last week I posted about Carmilla, the mother of all lesbian vampire stories. One of the commenters who replied to my post, Fax Paladin, mentioned the transformation scene in Invasion of the Bee Girls as being a touchstone of his fetish. I'd heard of the movie before but had never seen it, and I had no idea whether it would do anything for me; but after reading Fax Paladin's comment I had to look it up on YouTube. You can find the whole movie there, but I don't recommend trying to watch it all the way through. It's not worth much overall except when Anitra Ford is onscreen. I'd submit to any transformation she demanded, just for a single kiss. But the scene that cemented Fax Paladin's fetish would have cemented mine as well, if I'd only had the chance to see it before other sources made me a permanent EMC slave girl.
Really, though, how could I have lived this long without having seen the Bee Girls transformation clip? Most movies featuring MC and/or transformation scenes stint on what we fetishists consider the good stuff, but not the team behind Invasion of the Bee Girls. They milked this scene for every drop of fetish it was worth. Have a look, and once you've pulled yourself together again afterwards, scroll down a little further to see my recommendations for entrees to accompany this fine honeyed wine.
The first story I was reminded of, after viewing this scene, was Tabico's A Scent of Malt and Flesh. Here, women on a camping trip are transformed into meta-humans in a burgeoning hive, with the strongest two eventually engaging a telepathic showdown for the title of Queen Bee. Meanwhile the male characters are reduced to drones who are simultaneously luckier and unluckier than the men in Anitra Ford's movie (Don't pretend it isn't her movie). These guys aren't fucked to death, but they're not fucked, period. The bee-women just don't have much use for them anymore.
Actually, I don't know if it's fair to use that term for the women in Tabico's story. She does love women with bee eyes, and I have no doubt she's already seen Invasion of the Bee Women, but the parallels aren't as clear in her story as they are in Honey Chile by Libertine. In this one, the protagonist is quite literally turned into a black-eyed bee-woman, and part of the process involves being slathered head-to-toe in honey. It's ridiculously easy to imagine Anitra Ford playing the Queen Bee in this story.
Anitra Ford. Anitra Ford. Anitra Ford. Go on: you know you want to chant it too.
Last week I posted about Carmilla, the mother of all lesbian vampire stories. One of the commenters who replied to my post, Fax Paladin, mentioned the transformation scene in Invasion of the Bee Girls as being a touchstone of his fetish. I'd heard of the movie before but had never seen it, and I had no idea whether it would do anything for me; but after reading Fax Paladin's comment I had to look it up on YouTube. You can find the whole movie there, but I don't recommend trying to watch it all the way through. It's not worth much overall except when Anitra Ford is onscreen. I'd submit to any transformation she demanded, just for a single kiss. But the scene that cemented Fax Paladin's fetish would have cemented mine as well, if I'd only had the chance to see it before other sources made me a permanent EMC slave girl.
Really, though, how could I have lived this long without having seen the Bee Girls transformation clip? Most movies featuring MC and/or transformation scenes stint on what we fetishists consider the good stuff, but not the team behind Invasion of the Bee Girls. They milked this scene for every drop of fetish it was worth. Have a look, and once you've pulled yourself together again afterwards, scroll down a little further to see my recommendations for entrees to accompany this fine honeyed wine.
The first story I was reminded of, after viewing this scene, was Tabico's A Scent of Malt and Flesh. Here, women on a camping trip are transformed into meta-humans in a burgeoning hive, with the strongest two eventually engaging a telepathic showdown for the title of Queen Bee. Meanwhile the male characters are reduced to drones who are simultaneously luckier and unluckier than the men in Anitra Ford's movie (Don't pretend it isn't her movie). These guys aren't fucked to death, but they're not fucked, period. The bee-women just don't have much use for them anymore.
Actually, I don't know if it's fair to use that term for the women in Tabico's story. She does love women with bee eyes, and I have no doubt she's already seen Invasion of the Bee Women, but the parallels aren't as clear in her story as they are in Honey Chile by Libertine. In this one, the protagonist is quite literally turned into a black-eyed bee-woman, and part of the process involves being slathered head-to-toe in honey. It's ridiculously easy to imagine Anitra Ford playing the Queen Bee in this story.
Anitra Ford. Anitra Ford. Anitra Ford. Go on: you know you want to chant it too.
August 22, 2015
The mother of all lesbian vampire movies
Have you heard of Carmilla? In its first life it was a vampire novel that predated Bram Stoker's Dracula by 26 years, but even in that incarnation, Carmilla was quite clearly a lesbian. It's almost comical how the heroine, Laura, fails to notice what her strange new friend is up to. Carmilla is constantly stroking Laura and declaring her quite literally undying love for the girl. She even says she wants Laura to die and be resurrected so they can be together forever. But as smart as Laura is - and she is very smart - she's lived such a sheltered life that she thinks Carmilla is just a little flaky. It's funny and scary all at once, since Laura has no clue that her "friend" is a supernatural stalker who's killing her a sip at a time.
In 1970 Hammer Films turned Carmilla into a movie called The Vampire Lovers, and they actually made the lesbianism of the story even more explicit. Then they cast two incredibly hot leads (the dewy innocent Pippa Steel as Laura and the irresistibly sultry Ingrid Pitt as Carmilla) and gave them a love scene that, even though it's softcore, must have shocked the hell out of 1970 audiences who thought they were in for a mere horror movie. But I can't imagine they were unhappy for very long. The sight of Pippa's perfect breasts would cure any ailment. Let me share that love scene with you - and then the seduction/betrayal scene that comes right afterwards.
Carmilla works her mind control on Laura first, with nothing more than a kiss, and before long Laura is naked and rolling wide, glazed eyes as the vampire teases her nipples and then bites her just above the areola. No necks for this lesbian vamp! She's after sweeter prizes. And yes, the breast bite is in the original story too. Read it, if you're interested. You can find it free here.
Then in comes the governess, who until now has been a kindly, protective figure; but before long she's fallen even deeper than Laura under Carmilla's control. Watch her face as she slides from groggy compliance to surprised arousal and finally outright lust when Carmilla lures her into another room and undresses. You won't have any doubts about what happens next, even though it's not shown. You just see the governess looking very satisfied the next morning, and after that she's become a perfect Renfield.
Unfortunately, there's no way to embed a video on Blogger in such a way that it starts at the point you want, so I'll have to give you the whole movie here and tell you to skip forward to 44:58. That's where the Laura/Carmilla scene starts, and the governess scene comes just afterward. Oh, and here's a tip to help you enjoy the scenes even more: pay close attention to the details of Laura's dream. It's chock full of lesbian innuendo.
In 1970 Hammer Films turned Carmilla into a movie called The Vampire Lovers, and they actually made the lesbianism of the story even more explicit. Then they cast two incredibly hot leads (the dewy innocent Pippa Steel as Laura and the irresistibly sultry Ingrid Pitt as Carmilla) and gave them a love scene that, even though it's softcore, must have shocked the hell out of 1970 audiences who thought they were in for a mere horror movie. But I can't imagine they were unhappy for very long. The sight of Pippa's perfect breasts would cure any ailment. Let me share that love scene with you - and then the seduction/betrayal scene that comes right afterwards.
Carmilla works her mind control on Laura first, with nothing more than a kiss, and before long Laura is naked and rolling wide, glazed eyes as the vampire teases her nipples and then bites her just above the areola. No necks for this lesbian vamp! She's after sweeter prizes. And yes, the breast bite is in the original story too. Read it, if you're interested. You can find it free here.
Then in comes the governess, who until now has been a kindly, protective figure; but before long she's fallen even deeper than Laura under Carmilla's control. Watch her face as she slides from groggy compliance to surprised arousal and finally outright lust when Carmilla lures her into another room and undresses. You won't have any doubts about what happens next, even though it's not shown. You just see the governess looking very satisfied the next morning, and after that she's become a perfect Renfield.
Unfortunately, there's no way to embed a video on Blogger in such a way that it starts at the point you want, so I'll have to give you the whole movie here and tell you to skip forward to 44:58. That's where the Laura/Carmilla scene starts, and the governess scene comes just afterward. Oh, and here's a tip to help you enjoy the scenes even more: pay close attention to the details of Laura's dream. It's chock full of lesbian innuendo.
August 9, 2015
Colonized is now available for your reading pleasure
And, as usual, I'm giving my blog readers a discount for your continued support. I've gone back to publishing my ebooks dually on Amazon and Smashwords, so this coupon code is for Smashwords: YZ46W. Note: The coupon expires after one week, so if you're planning on using it, get on over to Smashwords now. Here's the link. The book will also be available on Amazon, and I'll add that link to this post as soon as I get it.
I'll put the story synopsis at the bottom of this post, but before I do, here's a tragic little tale for anyone wondering why I started using Smashwords again. Kindle Unlimited was a goldmine for a little while because its illogical borrowing policy meant writers got paid more for a $.99 ebook someone borrowed than for a $.99 ebook someone bought. We all loved the system while it lasted, but we knew it couldn't last, and it didn't. Kindle revised its policy in June, and now we get almost nothing from borrows unless they're for novel-length books. That being the case, I've pulled almost all my stuff out of KU and am now selling it in two places at once again. The only exceptions are my novel-length Sleepwalkers, What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything? and Dark Spaces. Those will stay in Kindle Unlimited because they're long enough to make the exclusivity worth it.
Speaking of which, I'd encourage any of you enrolled in Kindle Prime to borrow those three books and just flip through them, even if you don't read them. It's an easy way to help me out, and you don't have to spend a cent to do it. ;-)
Now here's the synopsis for Colonized:
After a raid destroys their colony, a small ship of humans flees into space, desperately searching for a new world to replace their stolen one. Just as their supplies are running out, they find what seems like paradise: a lush green planet with a breathable atmosphere and no natural predators. Well, there is one predator, but the humans don't notice Her because She's as large as the planet itself.
The Queen is over two million years old, and after such a long and varied existence, She's too refined to eat Her prey. That would be a waste of entertainment. She'd rather play with them; and in the end they're happy to be played with. In fact, they want nothing more.
As always, the game begins when the Queen chooses an Avatar, a victim through whom She can play the game up close. But making Her newest proxy leads to an unexpected complication. Another human, one slated to serve as a pawn, proves worthy of a greater role. Now the Queen must make a second choice: stick to Her original plan or change the rules of the game.
August 7, 2015
Cover reveal
"Colonized" is coming very soon, possibly as early as Monday night. In the meantime, I've finished the cover and am sharing it now for your viewing pleasure. If you're interested, here's the image I started with. I touched up the woman and then dropped her into a background by a different artist, and I'm ridiculously pleased with the color combination. I had no idea it would work so well.Anyway, I'm using Smashwords again and will give you a coupon code that's good for just one week, so watch this space and don't miss your chance to get 25% off.
