The novel this is from was unpublished when I put this post up.
Now it’s about to be published, so free segments from it have to be taken down.
In this excerpt, a loved woman experiences her first, beautiful, fall into submission.
My heart breaks
When my girl wakes:
I have her thighs
In my eyes:
I know the way
To paradise.
Shhh-stack! sang the whip. (Which she bought from the Sentient Whips store on Vulcan)
“His sexual slug lolled against his thigh.”
Neil Gaiman pointed out in Ghastly Beyond Belief, an anthology of bad science fiction writing, that the danger of writing sex scenes set in the far future is that people won’t know what’s metaphor and what’s supposed to be taken literally.
Does our hero have a pet sexual slug who comes over and does nice things for him, or has the writer thought of a metaphor for a post-fuck penis, relaxed, wet with his partner’s pleasure and some of his own, and lolling happily?
In a similar vein, there’s this:
“He watched, awed, as she took off her space helmet, shaking free her lustrous blonde hair. She removed her space suit, her voluptuous figure revealed in the tight, figure-hugging lines of her satin-velcro skin-suitsuit. As she stripped down to her leotard, he marvelled, admiring the erotic promise of her camel toe.”
Fortunately, the camel toe isn’t connected to the rest of the camel, and its erotic promise was, “Yep, she don’t mind a smack on the arse, but bite her nipples and she’ll rip both your lungs out.”
Then it jumped off her leotard and hopped, as unaccompanied toes must do if they wish to move around, out of the scene. Phew!
Spang! Spang!
There was a Robert Heinlein science fiction novel, The Number of the Beast, in which the story was told in first person as a woman character. The heroine/narrator had amazing mobile nipples, that went “spang!” every time they erected. That was very often, believe me. I don’t know if he ever explained the nippleesque sound effects, because I couldn’t finish the book. I also never got to find out what her cunt said in moments of excitement. Ah, well.
Heinlein was a good writer, once. But by the time he died he’d managed to make himself into a terrible, terrible one.
“I can’t make it tonight, honey, I’ve got crabs,” he said, inevitably.
Anyway, my point is that he garooded her firm proud pavanes lustily, causing her to shoockle like a Deleuzian lovecat in its annual droxa-heat. Her seven breasts, like her eight jewel-encrusted eyes, were on fire with passion.
No, really, they were on fire. Everything was extremely flammable on that planet, because of its atmosphere. It was high on oxygen, and therefore too obsessed by the myriad lines on its own right hand to notice as it spiralled towards the sun. In the year 2157!
“Oooh,” she moaned, “lunge that spockle, and floofe me hard!”
Swiftly he grasped her heaving haunches, and …
Note:
I’ve been caught by novel deadlines. Maddy, our usual Wicked Wednesday guest, will have to wait a week before she returns to the headmaster’s office. Poor girl: they say the worst thing is the anticip
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The novel this is from was unpublished when I put this post up.
Now it’s about to be published, so free segments from it have to be taken down.
In this episode, the lovers are very rude in a taxi, while frustrating the driver’s attempts to watch what’s happening.
Warmth: the slowly dwindling fires raised by the cane. A moment’s reflection, in the castle. Rubbing it in. Afterwards.
(Note: Castle dining room. Natural, woody, light.)
Photo courtesy of Exposing 40
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This is episode 5 of the series that became that very erotic and engrossing ebook, Jennifer’s Pleats and Pleas 3: Trying to be a Good Girl.
In this episode, Will sets about making Maddie’s excellent ass very hot, sore and stripy. But at last he puts the cane down. Maddie, hoping there might be consolation after pain, keeps her position, her ass presented for Will, touching her toes.
I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.
I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.
The novel this is from was unpublished when I put this post up.
Now it’s about to be published, so free segments from it have to be taken down.
Not illustrating anything in the actual story, worse luck. But the Tao of Nipple-Biting belongs everywhere
Girl, spanked, fucked, sleeping. So peaceful, and so beautiful.
(Note: this is also a self-portrait. I hadn’t noticed the mirror at top left of this photo. But there your photographer is, awed at what nature, and he, have wrought.)
I’ve got a novel that I expect to have finished and on the market by the end of this month. One of my beta readers said it was “like Ben Elton, but with explicit sex”. I’m happy with that as a genre.
I don’t want it to be marketed as “erotica with comedy elements”. I’d rather it was “an extremely sexy comic novel”.
Though, of course, I want it published, and once I have a publisher I don’t care if they market it as “the best thing since Nigella in the Kitchen“, so long as they give me money.
But I was looking through Kindle, checking out bdsm books, for the marketing and the prices. There are writers out there asking for $6.99 for a semi-literate 15-page wank fantasy, and I have to say that I think they’re dreaming. For all that I think writers should be paid in diamonds, rubies, oysters, champagne and free sex, I still think asking for about $1.50 a page, for 15 pages, is eye-wateringly lazy and greedy.
On the other hand, I expect that no one buys that stuff, so perhaps it doesn’t matter. Nice try, is all.
Anyway, the other thing that struck me was the amount of anti-condom messaging, where one of the hot bits for the intended reader (the target audience seems to be women) is the bit where the male lust object tells the heroine that he’s going to fuck her hard, without a condom.
I wondered what the hell that was about. Here are my three guesses.
Maybe it’s some kind of cultural side-effect of the resurgence of the religious right. Anti-birth control measures are not just getting into US laws, they’re also getting into the porn. The truth is, I don’t really understand “hard, rough and unprotected” porn. When I read a sex scene in this genre, I tend to see it as something like this:
“He pushed her down and as her legs sprawled apart, helpless from her own wanton desires, with one powerful, masculine lunge he exposed her to STDs and unwanted pregnancy.”
This is not hot, to me. But obviously it is for a lot of people. I’m not being a snob and I’m not mocking. I genuinely want to understand this genre.
Can anybody help?
Julian “I’m Wearing You” Assange
One other point, since we’re talking about condoms.
If you get sexual consent by agreeing to use a condom, and then don’t use a condom without informing your partner, the law on obtaining consent by deception is clear in pretty much all jurisdictions in the world.
If you do that, you’re a rapist.