MASHED Monday Author Interview : Nicholas Paschall
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Nicholas Pascall writes the story “The Old Man in the Suit” in our upcoming anthology, Mashed: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror. “The Old Man in the Suit” is a story of lust, voodoo and unfulfilled desires. Oh and some cookies.
About you:
I’m a writer by trade, but I’ve had other jobs throughout my life that have helped to shape my writing. From Manager at a pool company to an Insurance Adjuster, I’ve been through the ropes a few times.
Please tell us a little bit about yourself?
I enjoy horror video games and movies, and writing (of course). I usually read a few hundred books a year, my library is getting a little full. I practice and observe voodoo rites in my day-to-day life which makes things fun!
When not writing, what do you enjoy doing?
I play video games and occupy my time with reading some of the work I’ve had downloaded to my Kindle. I observe the stars and cook, while also using incense and meditation to realize nightmares yet untold.
What attracted you to submitting your story to MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror?
I’ve had this story in my folder for years, and I was surprised when someone came around with an anthology that would accept my work. It took a bit of editing, but the story has been polished to a shine.
For your MASHED story, “The Old Man in the Suit” what was your inspiration?
“The Old Man in the Suit” was a challenge from my wife to write an erotic horror story. At the time, to make ends meet, I was a baker at a local restaurant. As a passing practitioner in voodoo, I enjoyed mixing and messing with recipes to see what the staff would like, and often made drastic changes that brought about painfully exquisite flavors. The downside being, for any who ate, that they had consumed nearly triple the calories, saturated fats, and trans fats. That tradeoff made me think of some of the other things I would have loved to try had I fewer morals. So I wrote up the Old Man in the Suit, the old man being a description of an old co-worker of mine.”
Influences:
When did you first discover that you wanted to be a writer?
When I was around five.
Did you have any writing mentors?
Mark Twain
Who are your favorite authors?
David Wellington for sure. I really enjoy his vampire series.
What films or books have most influenced you as an author?
Carrie, Rose Red, and It were always great influences.
Outside of Horror, what other genres do you write in?
Dark Fantasy
Is there anything else that has influenced you as a writer?
My grandfather’s old military stories, and stories of my other grandfather and his drug-addled adventures. I practice Voodoo as a Buddhist and some of my best stories have come from ritual-induced meditations.
What is the first book that made you cry?
Haven’t had that happen yet.
On Writing:
How do you describe your writing style?
Measured. I write 2500 words a day, no matter what.
What advice would you give to new writers just getting started?
Set a pace for yourself and begin working on it so you can get the flow of writing done.
What part of writing do you find the most difficult?
Ending a story, it always seems difficult to stop telling a story.
What story are you most proud of?
Ghost of O’Leary House is one I’m quite proud of.
What do you hope your readers take away from your stories?
So long as they’re entertained, I’m happy. I write to bring fear back to the average reader.
What is your next big writing project fans should be on the lookout for?
I have a novel called the Father of Flesh being published by Darkwater Syndicate this summer.
Is there anything else you’d like your fans to know?
I really enjoy horror films, and watch them almost exclusively.
Where else on the internet can you be found?
You can find and connect with Nicholas on Facebook
His website http://www.nickronomicon.com/
or follow his Amazon Author Page!
Where can readers find more of your stories?
Ghost of O’Leary House
Hunters of the Dead: Witches War
Rise of the Hunters (Birth of a God Book 1)
And now here’s a special preview of Nicholas’s story in MASHED!
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The Old Man in the Suit
The streets of New Orleans were awash with the lights and sounds of Mardi Gras, the torrid display of primal urges at every corner as men and women drank, ate and danced the night away. Endless parades of masked figures were dressed in bright and eccentric clothing, designed to tantalize the senses. The smell of sweat and lust hung heavy in the humid night air of the raucous city, as bars pulsed with the sound of music, entrancing drunken revelers in as quickly as they bled out onto the wild party of the street.
Behind a squat lesbian bar known simply as Red, two such individuals were taking advantage of the darkness of the cramped alleyway. Long alabaster legs with smooth cream-colored flesh were intertwined with mocha-colored hands and moist ruby lips, both women doing their best to chase away the demons of everyday life through heavy doses of tequila and the risqué act of making love so openly.
“Mmm… harder!” The blonde-haired woman groaned, her ivory corset partially undone, the laced sides haphazardly unstrung enough for the garment to be pushed down over her ample breasts. Beads of sweat, interrupted only by trails of saliva, slid down her neck and into her cleavage as she gripped the kinky black hair of her lover, forcing her deeper between her legs.
Her lover merely smirked as she drove her fingers in faster. Jennifer loved picking up tourists during Mardi Gras; they were always so willing, so supple… so delicious. Allowing her head to be forced into the apex of the lewd woman’s legs, set to the task of bringing about a toe-curling orgasm.
The woman lashed back her head, letting loose a throaty moan as she massaged Jennifer’s scalp. Mewling in pleasure from the darting lashes of the ebony girl’s pink tongue, savoring the rough texture with every pass from the slow strokes of the finger entering her. Sitting atop a garbage can, legs splayed open with her panties pulled to the side, the drunken blonde could scarcely believe she was allowing this to happen.
She could also scarcely think, thanks to the electrical jolts of pleasure firing through her body, the waves of passion that would ebb and flow over her drunken thoughts. She leaned back, one hand sliding up to grasp her left breast, the pressure of her impending orgasm mounting.
Licking up from the blonde’s opening, Jennifer slid another finger in to join the first as she moved to suckle on her partner’s right breast. Pulling on the nipple with her teeth and rolling it in her mouth, Jennifer lavished attention onto the woman as she picked up speed with her hand.
Jennifer let go of the nipple, a light popping noise leaving her lips as she leaned forward, resting her chin in the crook of the woman’s shoulder.
“Are you going to cum for me, hmm?” She whispered sweetly, her tongue seeking out her victims’ earlobe.
The blonde nodded shakily, not trusting herself to speak beyond the grunts and moans that were tumbling forth from her mouth. A throaty purr slipped past her lips, before she turned to Jennifer, desperately trying to catch her lips in a needed kiss.
Jennifer’s hand stopped, her two fingers knuckle deep in the drunken girl. Her other hand snaked up the blonde’s body, grabbing onto her chin and forcing her head to the side.
“Nuh-uh… no kissing for you.” Jennifer chided before settling her mouth over the thrumming pulse of the blonde, sucking on the skin in a teasing manner. The woman moaned in both protest and pleasure, rocking her hips to try and get Jennifer to continue the torrid finger play on her flower.
Jennifer happily obliged.
Minutes passed by, the only sounds in the air the distant cry of trumpets from the bands and the agonized moans of the woman as Jennifer wrenched the last vestiges of pleasure from her body. Every time she approached orgasm, Jennifer would slow her hand, torturing her in an endless loop.
“Please… I need it!” The blonde moaned after what felt like hours, as her third approach to orgasm was halted by Jennifer’s teasing ministrations.
Jennifer lifted her head from the blonde’s throat, breathing into her ear. “Need what darling?”
“I need… to cum!” The woman gasped, shuddering as Jennifer curled her fingers within her. “Please just let me cum!”
“Yeah,” Drawled a voice from the darkness, causing both women to jump, “Let her cum girl, then she can do you next.”
The blonde began hastily rearranging her outfit, sliding back far enough on the garbage can lid for Jennifer’s fingers to slip out of her. Jennifer turned, glaring around as she did, her eyes wide and angry.
“Who the fuck is there?” She hissed, trying to locate the speaker, only to curse at the shadows of the alleyway.
Emerging partially from the darkness, a lean elderly man smiled at Jennifer. “No need to stop, it was just getting good!”
Thanks for joining us for #MASHEDMONDAYS, Find the rest of Nicholas’s story and more sensually sinister tales inside MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror
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