Monthly Archives: December 2014

Governing the Gang Girl 15

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay. But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other.

And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do. And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it. Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.

What remains when all else is gone

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I’ve been spending time with my father. He was a powerful man, once. Now he is not.

He has no money in his pocket, because he loses it and gets it stolen when he has cash, and he can’t manage a bank account. The hospital provides the expensive things he needs, my sister and her husband look after the accounts on behalf of all of us, and I provide things he shouldn’t have. There’s care for him in that, but he has no power.

He’s not living in his home because he’s in the dementia unit of a hospital. He doesn’t have my mother, the love of his life, with him so he is not a husband and a lover. He cannot protect her or lead her because she is dead. 

I asked him what he wants for Christmas, and he said, “A fast car.” And then he admitted that he couldn’t drive it if he had one. I remember that sometimes, when he was a younger man and I was barely a boy, he’d buy family cars that were a little racy. Muscle cars. I never knew till now how important the cars were to him. He married early, and had his first children straight away (I was a late afterthought), so he never got to drive the kind of cars he wanted. I wish I’d known when the knowledge could have done him and me some good. So now he can’t have a road racer, and he always wanted one. Damn. Damn. 

He’s lost his intellect. He’s lost the power and authority of his body and his voice. All he has, all that remains of the man he was, is his decency and his niceness. He tries to be kind; it’s his instinct and his habit. 

Because of that, the nurses and orderlies and doctors and administrators like him. They make sure any decision falls on my father’s side of the ledger. So he is looked after, and people are decent and kind to him. Decency and niceness are survival characteristics. 

That’s all. It’s a lesson. In the end, you cannot pretend to be someone you are not, because you lose the capacity to pretend. You live better if you are, by habit and nature, decent and kind.  

I don’t believe in any gods and I don’t believe in karma, but that observation about human behaviour (in ordinary, non-emergency situations): I believe that.

Kua hinga te kauri-nui o te wao nui a Tane.

Old man walking

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I’m with my father. He’s very old and frail. It’s still startling to see how much power he’s lost, each first time I see him. I took him out of the hospital to a fashionable restaurant in an expensive sea-side township.

shortsThere were lots of girls in cut-off shorts, with only a few threads from the torn denim covering the lower half of their asses. Yay, I thought, though I was busy.

Also, there were the boys in board shorts chasing them, and richer middle-aged men chasing both. I don’t think anyone there had ever seen an actual old person before. 

I felt, noticing the shocked glances of the girls, that by bringing Dad there I’d introduced a memento mori into the scene, like the dancing skeleton among the beautiful young women in a Medieval painting.

I’m afraid I thought their shock was funny, just like those grinning skeletons did. People used to socialise outside of their own age group more, with courting couples and their aunts’ babies all at the same table. And old people. Now they don’t mingle so much: people the media would call attractive only mingle with other people the media would call attractive. It’s not their fault that they’ve been segregated from the very young and the very old, but it is silly. They’re impoverished, in human terms, because of it.  

I hadn’t thought about that aspect of, oh, life, when I chose the restaurant. I’d just wanted to take my Dad somewhere nice, near where he used to live with my mother. He’s been one year and a fortnight without her, since she died. So I thought the shock of the old was interesting, but I didn’t worry about it. And my father didn’t notice.

I could see him remembering my mother, his wife, and his eyes filled with tears. So I hugged him, told him I loved him, and bought him a glass of champagne.

I’ll tell you a bit more tomorrow. 

Governing the Gang Girl 14

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay. But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other. And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do. And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it. Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 13

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay.

But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other. And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do.

And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it. Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.

Going to California with an aching in my heart

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I fly out to see my father today. He has dementia now, more or less all the time. He used to be good in the mornings, but he’s got no good reason to keep a clear grasp of a world that doesn’t have his wife in it. 

But my sister told me that in one of his clearer moods he said he’s going to die soon. Of course, that doesn’t mean that he will, but you never know. So I’ve made a booking and I’m going to see him.

He’ll know who I am, I’m pretty sure, even with his marbles gone, and I expect he’ll enjoy the visit. There are some stories he likes to tell, and I only have to drop a couple of key words and he’ll launch onto them. Having forgotten how many times he’s told them before. 

And that will be fine. He’ll tell a story, he’ll fall asleep, and he’ll wake up with a shock and find that I’m there. So he’ll enjoy my being there, while I’m there.

But mostly it’s for me, because I know that the next day he’ll have forgotten. But I need to see him before he dies, if he’s going to. No real reason. I’ve said good byes, and I suspect I won’t grieve much when he does die, because he’s already mostly gone. And he wants to be dead. He’s not in pain or unhappy, but he thinks he’s done and should rest. He’s done everything he needs to do, in his own estimation and mine. 

But we are what we are, and we need to mark these things by meeting. 

One thing, though. I still don’t know whether or not I have cancer. But I’m not going to talk about it with Dad, because he doesn’t need to worry about that. He wants to die knowing that his children are all all right. 

So I won’t talk about cancer, partly because I don’t know whether I’ve got it. And he won’t talk about dementia, because he definitely doesn’t know that he’s got that. 

Governing the Gang Girl 12

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay. But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other. And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do. And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it.

Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 11

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay. But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other. And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do. And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it. Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 10

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This excellent and very sexy book is aiming to be on sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, and tolino. It is already being sold through Rakuten Kobo, Angus and Robinson, and Vivlio. To purchase through your favoured seller, go here.

So the free version on my site is no longer available. Here’s a quick guide to what it’s about.

Charmayanne and Jack meet for the first time in her kitchen. They find that the heat between them builds and builds, and their sexual games become steadily more complex and exciting…

Troubled young Charmayanne Else is a former member of a violent gang, though she got out when her conscience and her commonsense woke up again. 

She agrees to be interviewed about her experiences by journalist Jack Molay. But the interview becomes a mutual seduction when they discover that though they have little in common, they’re attracted to each other. And soon after that, they realise that Jack is a Dom, and Charmayanne is submissive.

She is aware that she has done some very bad things, and she has some atoning to do. And only after she has fully paid, with Jack’s willing help, can she begin the process of forgiving herself.  

With the help of a ruler and an old razor strop from her mother’s farm, and Jack’s guiding hand, that atonement begins… 

 

And here’s a sample:

From: Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Charmayanne’s gesture was like a captured soldier in an old war film. She held her arms straight up, palms upwards. A show of surrender, that was partly comic, but also real.

Charmayanne was being obedient. Not by accident. Not ambiguously. This time she looked at me. Her belly showed palely, as the jersey’s hem was lifted by her arms. I still had my fingers wetly, warmly held inside her. Her face was expressionless, carefully so.

In a sense rather wider than I’d asked, she’d surrendered. I wondered if she’d bitten me, seconds before her surrender, so that I’d punish her for it.

Maybe she’d been angry with me for making her want to surrender. But her motives didn’t matter anymore. Charmayanne waited, arms up.

That moment of give, of decided submission, is the best thing I know. It’s like the moving, clashing and realignment of tectonic plates. It seems to happen very slowly, so you have time to watch every expression, and every hesitation or tremor or decision in the submissive’s voice. And then it moves, and that moment shakes the earth. The world is never the same again.

Charmayanne had given me her submission, and therefore herself, without any more protest. Except for biting my neck and calling me a bastard, which is quite a lot of protest, really. Still, the atmosphere in that kitchen had changed. Grandly and perhaps irrevocably.

Charmayanne stood, jeans and panties halfway down her thighs and her arms held up in a gesture that meant surrender. It also meant I should remove her jersey, which was all she was wearing above the waist. Actually it was all she was wearing above her mid-thighs, where her jeans and panties had gathered, abandoned. 

I looked at her and nodded interrogatively, eyebrows raised. “You’re sure?” 

It was a last chance to back out. Charmayanne nodded back, eyes down.

So that sealed it. 

 

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some bdsm events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

Isadora D Hawkins, reviewer.