31 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Uncategorized
Inspired by a flame war, edited with the help of a sexy mad woman, this book is so hot, it has has Dickens rolling in his grave trying to get ahold of his wang so he can rub one off!
28 Sunday Oct 2012
Posted in Six Sentence Sunday
Gerome [Public domain], via WikiPaintings
“No,” I whispered.
With a contented sigh Hewa drew my hand over her firm breast. Jafari wiggled his hips, nestling his hard cock in the furrow of my ass. He rocked back and forth.
I positioned myself in front of him. Jafari stroked stroked from the ridge of my nose to the top of my brow.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.
26 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Free Smut, Uncategorized
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Free, until October 29th! If you like, please consider leaving a review. Don’t worry if it’s not 5-stars, I like thoughtful 3-star reviews just as much.
Also, the adult Amazon filter is just bizarre. Search results for The Altar of Deimos (if you specify Kindle Store, my book pops up).
25 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Free Smut
I had written a draft of The Coiffure of Mademoiselle de la Grise, and then I glanced at what the Abbe de Choisy had written, and it was so much hotter. My piece didn’t do his memoir justice. I’m going to rewrite it. I refuse to sully the Abbe’s name, more than I already have, with subpar smut. So, here’s The Vampire Rubbed My Cock, Chapter 3. There are some nonconsent themes (no rapes) and punching! I guess when the plans of mice and men go astray, look to hearing from Camille and Giles again.
I had a decision to make—either I went hunting in the woods for herbs for my Camille, or I fetched her flowers. I sat in the car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. “I’ll deal with that tomorrow, today I’m going home for a few things.”
Home was a hotel room, and in this case, all I owned fit in a small suitcase. Of course, compared to what I owned back in the day, in Greece, it was a mountain of worldly goods. All my precious things were hid in the lining, and the rest were clothes, a spare set of sneakers, and a few books.
Visiting a little cafe, I got on one of their computers, did a bit of research, and found a florist I liked. With a stack of cash, I set up an order for a fresh bouquet of camillias to be delivered to the vampire’s house for the next two months.
The sun was getting low then. I made it home about a half hour before my lover would start to stir. The thought of binding her to the bed was tempting, but she didn’t need to know that I had cord that strong. She might start to wonder what other treasures I owned. It was the one thing that made me nervous about vampires, their tendency to take what they wanted.
I settled between her legs and lapped at the plumes of jizz on her breasts and belly. Her hand caressing my head let me know she was awake.
“I dreamt you left my lying here, covered in your seed,” she said.
“That wasn’t a dream love. I’m cleaning it up right now.”
“Wicked creature,” she moaned before her hand fell limp.
“I will show you wicked.” I knelt over her face, presenting my hard cock to her lips.
Camille opened her mouth and I thrust myself deep into her throat. Her mouth was cool and wet. Shivers ran up my spine as she clenched my ass. I moved her finger to rub my asshole. She made some muffled protest that vibrated my prick in a lovely manner. Her hand gripped firmly in mine, I put our fingers in my mouth before forcing them into my ass while she tried to talk with my dick in her mouth.
“Tell me it’s wrong Camille, tell me how dirty it is,” I growled, pumping her hand in and out of my ass.
She squawked and her finger squirmed against my prostate.
“Just like that, oh I’m going to come in that pretty mouth.” She tried to sit up, but instead pressed her nose to my groin, my dick hitting the back of her throat. With a grunt, I exploded in her mouth.
She pushed me off her and slapped me. “How dare you! I’m not your fuck toy.” My cum drippled down her chin and she spoke, and with a look of disgust she ran to the bathroom.
I rubbed my jaw. Already I could feel the bruise forming. “What are you all mad about?”
She moved in a flash to stand over me, her foot on my throat. “I am angry that you shoved my finger up your ass. I may not shit, but you do.” She stuck her finger in my face with its dirty nail.
“How do you know it’s not dirt from your garden?” I asked. She pressed down, constricting my breathing.
“I keep my nails immaculate. It’s your shit.”
“Shall I nibble it clean for you mistress?” I asked, my voice rough. She glared at me while I idly caressed her calf.
“I want you out,” she said, jumping onto the floor. The sound of furious scrubbing came from the bathroom.
My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for her to finish with her abulations. She stomped up behind me and I waited.
“Leave,” Camille hissed.
“Don’t you want my secrets?”
She punched me hard enough to knock me off the bed. I hit the floor and my dick stood up. With a sharp kick, she broke a rib. “Not enough to put up with you.” She was loading up another one when I grabbed her, pulling her down on top of me.
Blood flowed into my mouth as she broke my nose with her elbow. I grabbed her arms, forcing them down by her side. She shivered in fear as she felt my strength. I kissed her. She pushed her tongue through my lips with a growl, lapping at the blood. I released her and her hands went to my throat, squeezing me. Her weight on top of me was heavenly and I moaned as she shifted over my hard prick. Each wet lap to my wound brought my hips up.
“You get off on this don’t you.”
“Ah-huh,” I said. I reset my nose and the bones started to knit, a tingling pain.
“You could have just asked me to kick your ass,” she said. I winced as she bit me. Soon, the numb pleasure of her venom blurred my mind.
“It’s better if you’re mad.” I stroked her hair as she fed and her body relaxed into me.
Before I passed out, she pulled away. “Does this mean you’re going to be randomly pissing me off?”
“You can beat me as hard as you want.” I gave her a big bloody smile.
“And you’ll show me what to do to stay awake during the day?”
I nodded.
“Fine, but we start tonight.”
“I was going to go to the woods tomorrow and bring back plants for your garden.” Reaching down, I moved her hips back and forth.
“We can go now,” she said, grinding against me harder.
“You would be caught in the daylight, unless we stayed in one of my little hovels, and you would not like it.” I lifted her and set her down on my cock.
“I’ve stayed in hovels,” she said. Her tits bounced as she rode my dick.
“It’s a hole in the ground Camille. You would not want to lie in it, even for a day.” By the stubborn set of her mouth, I knew she wouldn’t listen.
With a wicked grin, she reached behind her to fondle my balls. She kept talking, but I don’t know what she said, her hot velvet pussy swallowed my brain like it swallowed my cock. Rubbing her bud, her words turned into moans and her twat danced. It spasmed and she flopped onto me, her hips still rocking, milking my prick.
I burst inside her, gripping her to me.
“We should go soon,” she said.
“Why are vampires always so mulish?”
She slapped me, only this time it was playful. “Because we’re old. How is it that you’re not stubborn?”
“Because I’m older than you. I’ve learned to bend. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a hot soak? I’ll draw a bath for you.”
She shook her head, and that was that. An hour later she was asking me how much further it was.
“Camille, for fuck’s sake, you begged to come here. Don’t make me say, ‘I told you so,’ because I will, until you beat me black and blue.”
She punched my arm, but that was the end of her whining. I pulled off onto an abandoned side road. After that it was half hour hike to my little hide out. I pushed back a boulder to let the cave air out.
“In there…we’re going to stay in here?”
“No, you will stay in there during the day. This is where I hide out when, well…”
She nodded. She knew what I meant. Living as long as we did, there were times when you had to disappear for a few months, a year.
“So, what’re we looking for?”
“Plants for tea,” I said. “Even the vampire who showed this to me wasn’t entirely sure how it worked.” I knelt down on the forest floor and started nibbling at things.
“So, you’re not even sure what you’re doing?”
“It’s a trial and error kind of thing.” I put the possible candidates in my left pocket, and the duds in my right. After a thorough sampling of our current area, I moved under a cluster of pine trees to see what grew there. I ignored the tempting clumps of mushrooms—that was for another night. Camille padded behind me.
“How did the vampire who showed you this figure it out?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. She didn’t really understand how it worked herself.”
“Could another vampire have showed her?” She squatted beside me and crushed a little white flower, bringing it to her nose. Leaning over, I sniffed her fingers.
“I guess. I don’t know if I have that one, pick that plant for me,” I said.
“This is kind of fun, certainly different than what I normally do.”
We spent the next hours of darkness crawling around the forest floor. When dawn neared, she sulked about having to hide in the cave, much as I knew she would. We made her a nest of blankets, but it was still a damp cave that hadn’t been used in years. While she slept, I napped in the sun then caught a squirrel for lunch. Washing the blood off in a cold creek, I felt like a proper satyr, a rare thing these days.
24 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Writing (Amateur)
Here are a few tricks I use to keep myself motivated.
When editing is sucking the life from my muse, I write little 1,500 word snippets to keep my brain limber. I use the keywords people have used to find my blog to determine the subject. That way, it’s at least something I’m interested in (ex: hairy bear men, oh yeah baby). If you don’t have a blog, you could go on Amazon, find a favorite book, and use a few words that show up in the tag section, or write some fan fiction. I post it here and Literotica as a free read, and I get to remember why I’m writing in the first place—I like it.
Another problem we all run into is motivation. For this, you need a book, or something, that you like to read. No, don’t use Reddit or another such site. It needs to be a story, whether it’s some cheesy vampire smut on Literotica or a wrist-buster from Tor, because Reddit will suck your soul. Now, you need to set a goal and a reward, ex. for every 200 words I write, I get to read one page of this smut on Literotica. Or, for every 10% I edit (I often read things on my Kindle to edit) I get a page of smut (they’re long pages). Basically, your goal is to change a day where you would have been bummed out about being unproductive into a day when you get a little work done. Even if you end up doing more reading than writing, it’s better than none.
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
Posted in Adventures in Smut, Writing (Amateur)
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When it comes to selling smut, there are a lot of different attitudes about how to do it, and like most things, there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Some people go with volume, producing mid-high range pieces, others write even more, of middling quality. Some writers put out only a few pieces of the highest quality. Really, the only constant is that all of these people have a back list.
I’ve got a little bit of a backlist, four pieces to be exact. Aubrey Watt (a wonderful author who will certainly be put on my blog list when I get around to it) did an AMA on Reddit, where she said don’t bother checking sales until you have ten pieces up. With that in mind, I’m going to self-publish Vanessa’s Affair (after all, Ellora’s Cave isn’t going anywhere), rewrite the bits of Vampire’s Gallery that needs work and get it out the door, and finish up with reworking Cthulhu Loves Geordi. I might make him an anime fan instead of Star Trek, because I’m actually into anime. Had I been thinking, I would written it that way to start with.
My marketing strategy is to offer decent work for free, while giving people the option to support me with money. I’ve been exploring the marvelous fonts available out there, and found one company, Misprinted Type, that has amazing free fonts, and a suite of ones to purchase at reasonable prices ($15-$40). I love that model. I’ll use a bunch of free fonts, and then buy one as a thank you. Obsidian Dawn does something similar. I’ve purchased commercial licenses for a few of her brush packs (not the ones I ended up using, of course). Regardless, it was a way to thank her for her hard work (at least, I think it’s a her).
Probably the biggest flaw of my strategy is thinking people are like me. I mean, I don’t pirate music/books. I don’t get my panties in a knot about people who do—hell, I don’t even use DRM when I publish. Even without the threat of a million dollar lawsuit, I probably wouldn’t download music. When someone gives me something nice, for free, the psychological effect on me is I want to return the favor.
The second biggest flaw is that it requires me to produce a fair amount of smut for free. The Princess of Cleves was kind of a practice run. I’m happy she’s found people to read her. What I post here every other Thursday, and my smut-on-demand piece on Literotica are another thing entirely. While they’re a lifesaver when I’m editing, sometimes they can be distracting.
Then, there’s the blog itself. While I’ve come to enjoy blogging, the main point of this was to get my books out there, etc. I don’t know if it’s really working for me. I don’t think many people who come here click on a link for a book, let alone buy one. This isn’t an attempt to garner pity, just the statement of facts. It’s my hope by having the book covers on the side, people will look more often. We’ll see how that goes. If it was a matter of people checking out my books then not buying them, I’d just lower the price.
The other great adventure is my participation in SmutWriters (see badge). You should check it out! There’s information for all manner of writers there, with reviews of software, tips on making covers and getting reviews.
21 Sunday Oct 2012
Posted in Six Sentence Sunday
My Alpha Male Blog Hop post is here!
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Gerome [Public domain], via WikiPaintings
She didn’t release me. Instead, I was tucked between the pair, Jafari’s firm arms around my chest, and Hewa’s soft form nestled against my front.
“I will keep your secret,” I told them.
“We know. Would you rather sleep alone?” Jafari asked. He pinched my nipple.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong. My Alpha Male Blog Hop post is here!
19 Friday Oct 2012
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When I think of alpha males, my mind immediately turns toward the craggy Edward Rochester. Were I to rewrite the scene where Mr. Rochester pretends to be a gypsy, I would end it with Jane dumping a glass of water over his head, or maybe a purple nurple. He’s beyond exasperating with his half-muttered endearments and strange requests. He never deigns to explain himself. In a room full of gay society women, Jane can’t help but feel distressingly plain in her gray clothes. If she had known her only purpose was to give Rochester the pleasure of her company, she could have borne her discomfort with peace of mind and grace.
Of course, by the time we get to the, “Gah! I conspired to be a bigamist!” scene, my heart is melting. He was deceived into wedding a mad woman. His soul was too good to find joy in wine, women, and song. His heart beats again when he meets the smoldering Jane Eyre, with her dark eyes and pure heart. The one joy of his life is taken away, because in his time there is no divorce, and Jane will not be his mistress.
Fate gives them a happy ending. After St. John, I couldn’t bear anymore misery. He’s so cold, so prickly. There’s none of the fire of Rochester in him. This dear reader was delighted with their marriage.
Lucky for me, I have my own brooding Rochester. While he may lack the prominent brow, my husband is obstinate and charming. I even use some the things he’s done in my writing. In the second book of my Ass Grabber Series, Gutter Punk, Tod wonders how he can pay back Carla for all her kindness. It occurs to him, he can convince Carla to quit her job doing animal research. She doesn’t need the money, and working with mice makes her cry. My real life husband was a big part of me quitting academia. Maybe one day I’ll get into why I don’t work in the sciences anymore, but that’s a story for another day.
My favorite alpha male trait is stubbornness. What’s yours? Leave a comment below with your email to enter to the Grand Prizes and a $5 Amazon Gift Card.
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18 Thursday Oct 2012
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A plebeian pair, present at every dinner table, we tend to forget just how much these two do. Here’s a quick meal put together featuring them. I like Penzey’s fancypants four peppercorn blend, and oh my is it tasty.
You’ll need some meat, a grill, salad fixings, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, rice, and butter.
My favorite thing about this dinner is it’s fairly simple to get it timed right, with everything ready for the table when the meat is done.
17 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Adventures in Smut, Uncategorized
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Join Tod and Carla as their adventure continues in Gutter Punk, the second installment of the Ass Grabber series.
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