Thursday, May 31, 2012

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Valentine’s Day Cherry Poppin’ By Shakir Rashaan

Here's an extra-special treat: a story by guest contributor Shakir Rashaan.  Enjoy!



Valentine’s Day Cherry Poppin’
By 

“Which one do you want?”

“I want her.”

“Do you think you can handle her?”

“Mmmmm, yes, I definitely know I can.”

I was inside of one of the hottest strip clubs in Manhattan, enjoying the sights with my husband for Valentine’s Day. He thought it would be sexy to spend the holiday doing something that we both wanted for a change.

We’ve been swingers for the length of our three-year marriage, and every so often, we find exotic locales to indulge into those insatiable desires, coming out of them even more connected than ever. We’d been to Hedonism down in Jamaica, but the one thing that we hadn’t done yet that I fantasized over was to be taken to a strip club and seduced by an exotic dancer of my choosing in one of the VIP rooms.

It was nearly an obsession that I couldn’t quite put into words; I was always bi-curious, and while there were plenty of women at the other locales that would have more than fit the description in my head of the woman that I wanted to “pop my bi cherry,” none of them compared to her… the one who would inspire me to enter the abyss.

Until tonight…

She possessed a figure that made a Coke bottle jealous, with curves that a Ferrari couldn’t tame. Her light caramel brown skin seemed to possess a radiant glow, even in the dimly lit establishment that my husband and I had been enjoying for the last two hours. I had been scanning the whole place, admiring the wanton sexual abandon and liberation that these women possessed, but none of them commanded my attention the way she did.

She got my attention when she sent a drink to our table; I found it odd that a dancer would do that, at least, that was the way my husband’s friends would tell their stories. When I accepted the drink, the waitress pointed in her direction as she was on stage working the pole as if it were a lover she’d been with for ages.

She blew a kiss, and I blew one back, feeling my pussy begin to moisten because she was exactly what I wanted. She winked and nodded as if she could read what my body was telling her, and I wanted her to hear everything it wanted to say.

I was scared that I was making it too easy for her to claim me, but my body was on fire and I didn’t care because I had to have her. I watched her hips as she grinded against the pole, imagining that I was between her legs while she grinded against my face.

My husband grabbed a stack of bills and handed them to me, kissing me across my lips. “Show her how much,” he whispered in my ear, slipping his hand between my legs. The skirt I wore for the occasion was meant for all access, and the lack of underwear made it clear that I would soak someone’s face and fingers tonight.

I whipped the stack in her direction, watching the dollars cascade around her like a slow summer rain. Her eyes flashed as she watched the storm around her, and the slick smile on her face gave me a subtle clue that she might be joining us once her set was over.

I could feel the connection, and my husband could, too. The intensity of the heat between my thighs needed to be put out by something warm and wet and then by something long and hard. I wasn’t deterred by the rules that state that there’s no sex allowed in the VIP rooms; with the right persuasion, I was going to have what I wanted, even if the security staff had to sit there and watch!

Her stage name was Cinnamon; it was a fitting name for the woman that would begin my unquenchable lust for women from now on. I felt my sweet tooth begin to make my mouth water for something sweet and sticky.

“You wanted me to see your pussy spread out like that while I was dancing, didn’t you?” she asked as she slipped her dress back on. I didn’t want her to, but I knew I would have a chance to touch it in a few moments. Her eyes gave her away.

“Yes, you turned me on so much while you were up there,” I replied, licking my lips as our eyes connected. I squeezed my husband’s hand to keep me grounded; for a few moments, it felt as if we were the only ones in the club. “I’m so wet right now, and I was hoping you could help me out with that.”

Without another word, Cinnamon slipped her fingers inside me, rubbing her fingers against my G-spot. I wanted to moan, but she pressed the fingers of her free hand against my lips. “You don’t want to get thrown out, luscious,” she warned, trading glances with my husband as if to confirm with him to be the quick lookout. “I’ve wanted you since you both walked in, and if you play by the rules, you can be my Valentine… as I’m about to be yours.”

She didn’t wait for my response; she kept stroking my G-spot with her fingers while her thumb continued to rub against my clit. Her eyes never left mine, and every time I felt a moan escape my lips, she slowed down enough to keep me wanting to go higher.

I kept grinding against her fingers, bracing myself against the onslaught of her finger fucking my pussy. She kept daring me to scream, teasing me every time I tried. My husband enjoyed the show, never once giving us away or the encounter that was taking place as the music continued to flow and the dancers continued their libidinous lap dances for the eager patrons around us.

I couldn’t take any more, and she knew it. I needed to feel her, and she wanted to have me.

“Tell me you want it.”
            
“I want it.”
            
“How badly do you want it?”
            
“Please… fuck me now!” I pleaded.
              
“Mmmm, good girl, now follow me… this will be a Valentine’s night that you won’t soon forget.”




Wednesday, May 30, 2012

BDSM Book Reviews Interviews Me


Very nice!  The great folks at BDSM Book Reviews - who wrote very nicely about my gay erotic thriller Finger's Breadth recently - just posted an interview with little ol' me.  Here's a taste - for the rest just click here.





1. When you first started writing, did you have any idea you’d be writing BDSM/kinky books? Do you write in any other genre?Well, let’s see … my first published story was in the late-lamented magazine FutureSex, back in 1994. The story – “InterCore,” by the way, was then picked up for Best American Erotica (same year) and it all just kind of snowballed from there. While I’ve pretty much always wanted to be a writer it wasn’t until I stepped into the slippery, steamy, world of smut that I had any real success so – surprise – I’ve done most of my work there. But I also write non-fiction (including a book of my weird history pieces, Welcome to Weirdsville, which is coming out soon, and How To Write And Sell Erotica — my book on smut writing, and Pornotopia – which is non-fiction sex pieces); science fiction, fantasy, and horror (such as my collection, Love Without Gun Control); romance (see my novel Brushes), and lots of other stuff. 
Here’s a quickie bio: 
M. Christian is – among many things – an acknowledged master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many, many other anthologies, magazines, and sites. 
He is the editor of 25 anthologies including the Best S/M Erotica series, Pirate Booty, My Love For All That Is Bizarre: Sherlock Holmes Erotica, The Burning Pen, Guilty Pleasures, The Mammoth Book of Future Cops and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi) and Confessions, Garden of Perverse, and Amazons (with Sage Vivant) as well as many others. 
He is the author of the collections Dirty Words, Speaking Parts, The Bachelor Machine, Licks & Promises, Filthy, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, Coming Together Presents M. Christian, Pornotopia, How To Write And Sell Erotica; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Brushes, Fingers Breadth, and Painted Doll. His site is www.mchristian.com. 
In addition he is an Associate Editor for the adult industry web site YNOT, and is an Associate Publisher for Renaissance Books (which publishers groundbreaking BDSM as part of its Sizzler Imprint). 
2. Are you actively involved in BDSM? If so how do you identify yourself? Dom(me)/sub? Top/bottom? Switch? 
I’ve been in the scene since ’88 (1988, smartass) or so and while I seriously love the folks I’ve met there I’m actually more a sensualist than a hardcore player. One reason I love the scene is that the people I’ve met have all pretty much been in touch with their sexuality – a very refreshing thing compared to the ‘real’ world. If you want to look me up, by the way, I’m “MChristian” on Fetlife … and pretty much everywhere else. 
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Bruce Timm

Spot on!

 

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My Special Woman

Oh yes she was a special woman, her piss had the taste of champagne and even her poop came out shaped like hearts
viz Profiles in Perversity

Monday, May 28, 2012

Sex Sells

So simple isn't it

"Mom, I want my pussy spanked, my tits crushed, I want him to work me over with fists and toys until I can't come any more, throw me on the floor then savagely rape my asshole and leave me in a puddle, torn and scorned on the cold tile with his cum dripping out of me"
"Oh, sounds heavenly.... and he'll do that for you?"
"Oh yessss, he's very sweet and accommodating"
Mother ... sagely, " He certainly sounds like the guy for you. In the end, isn't that what all girls want, just a sensitive guy who really understands what we need"

Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash
Pic from swisssublover.tumblr.com
Picture has nothing to do with the text, I just enjoy the contrast of his pale, skinny ugliness and her beauty.
I definitely have a mean streak, her lovely delicate cunt just begs for some harsh treatment

Bathroom Trysts

My new novella, Bathroom Trysts, from Noble Romance, went on sale this morning. Read an excerpt:

It was Elisa Rolle, book reviewer based in Italy, who first gave me the idea for Bathroom Trysts when she had a brief review of a book about sex in public restrooms. The notion fascinated and intrigued me; what could be better? The idea comes from Laud Humphreys, American sociologist and author of Tearoom Trades: Impersonal Sex in Public Places. I was reminded of my own brief trysts back in the early 1960s when I was a young man, stopping in the various public restrooms all around New York City.

Gay rights was still unheard of, but uptown, downtown, the city was a little more understanding of a man’s needs than it is today, and not just in relieving himself but in brief masturbation shared with another stranger who afterward disappeared back into the city. How many stops did I make in these restrooms, whether I had to go or not? Hundreds, maybe thousands, five, six times a day if not more. I would eagerly, but nervously, enter each time I saw a restroom in subway stations, in park playgrounds, in building hallways, in big stores, all the while seeking release, and in my case, a hurried sexual release, as it was for other men, too, I suppose.

Ah, the bathroom smells: ammonia, cleansing solvent, the endless splashings and dribbles of urine . . . psss . . . the sound hovers in my memory. Sensations come again. A man could just stand there and relieve himself forever . . . as another man stands beside him gazing lovingly at the sound of slurping penis.

But who were the players in these brief trysts? Closeted men having a look or a grope at another closeted man, then going back to their meaningless straight lives. I was such a man pursuing things I never cared for, with time on my hands, searching, hungering for someone who could stick something better and bigger in my fingers . . . if only for a brief while.

Wish my memory was a little stronger, men’s faces more memorable and appealing, with definitely a little more physical action than there is, but there isn’t. A hand-job is a hand-job, nothing more, nothing less. We were but strangers reaching toward each other, momentarily holding and clinging, then, just as quickly, letting go as we hurried back to where we came from.

I sigh, as I sighed then, shrug and go on. All I can do is try to remember.
via Noble Romance

Oops!

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Oh Sweetie

I told you not to wear your panties today Jack….lol
via Mster G's Blog

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Sex Sells

YNOT: Rising to Condoms’ Defense


As some of you might know - in addition to being the debonair, man-about-town, that I am - I'm also an Associate Editor for the adult entertainment site YNOT (who are wonderful folks, btw).  So I'm going to start sharing some of the stuff I'm doing for them...

Starting with this very fun interview with Phil Harvey and Chris Purdy who run a wonderful organization called DKT International that's "a social marketing nonprofit working in Latin America, Africa and Asia to improve access to reproductive health products and services."

Quick: What do you think of when you hear the word condom? For some in the adult industry, the first response may be a grimace as a few California municipalities recently passed laws mandating condom use in all sexually explicit productions. 
But far too few people think of condoms — and all the other kinds of safer-sex products available today — as affirmations and indications of respect for life. For each safer-sex product made, sold and used, two people may have been spared disease or death. 
While the content-production portion of the adult entertainment industry, at least in California, chafes under new condoms-required legislation, people in developing countries are learning how condoms, sex education, family planning, oral contraceptives and a host of other sexual wellbeing considerations can improve the quality of their lives. In parts of Africa, for example, traditionally poor communication about safer-sex practices has led to the spread of sexually transmitted diseases that can be life-threatening. 
At the forefront of the mission to get condoms into developing countries and educate everyday people about their correct use is DKT International
Founded in 1989, DKT International’s core mission is “to provide safe and affordable options for family planning and HIV prevention through social marketing.” The organization spearheads 19 programs in 18 countries, and in 2011 provided 650 million condoms, more than 72 million cycles of oral contraceptives, more than 14 million injectable contraceptives, one million IUDs and 12 million misoprostol pills. DKT’s statistics indicate that last year its efforts prevented seven million pregnancies, 11,000 maternal deaths and 1.4 million abortions.
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Caught in the Act

Gotcha!
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Friday, May 25, 2012

Just shopping

 

Adam Warren



One of my favorite comic artists and writers

ODIN by MATTY JONES

Okay -- it's not erotica -- but it is quite lovely!




“I asked him to sculpture me Odin. The sculpture has 3 faces. It was made out of a fallen oak and sculpted by Matty Jones with a chain saw. I see it from the window and it is a comforting protective powerful sculpture, fits with the garden. we intended to put it on the grassy area, but here it stands; and it is the right place.”
Jacqueline Read-Szymczyk




And I am immensely proud of Matty, my nephew’s achievement in this lovely work of art.





I love the tales of the old gods. The stories that men and women told in the distant past, beyond memory. Time out of mind. Northern European culture shows the influence of the Nordic gods and goddesses on us. Odin (Wodan) gives us Wednesday. Thor, Odin’s son and the god of thunder, gives us Thursday and Freya, the goddess of fertility and beauty, gives us Friday.





Odin is the chief god of Germanic mythology. Son of Bor and Bestla, The Vikings admired Odin's love for the battle, as he was known as the "father of the slain". Odin's prominence demonstrates the importance of warfare to Germanic traditions.

Odin loved to cause conflicts and shifts of power. He once aided Harald, a Danish King, instructing him in tactics and granting him victories for years. In the king's final battle, however, Odin took the place of Harald's charioteer and drove the king to his demise.

Although Odin embodied deceit, violence and war, he also embodied many admirable qualities. He was the most knowledgeable god, with a great love for wisdom. He would willingly sacrifice himself for it.

Odin is a god of war and death, but also the god of poetry and wisdom. He hung for nine days, pierced by his own spear, on the world tree. Here, he learned nine powerful songs, and eighteen runes. Odin can make the dead speak to question the wisest amongst them.

With the threat of Ragnarok, the death of all gods, Odin built the Valhalla, a great hall of the "heroic dead". Odin would then gather heroes and warriors who were slain in battle, and bring them to Valhalla so they would fight alongside the gods on the Vigrid plain, in an attempt to strengthen and save the gods in the final battle against the frost giants at the time of Ragnarok.

The scholar, Marjorie Burns, suggests that JRR Tolkein based the character of Gandalf, the wandering wizard, in “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy, on the Norse god, Odin.

Is The TV On?

Ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille
via Not Ashamed To Be Human

Zombie Parenting

 Teach them to be dead
via Naked Comix

A Worried Mind

At least the shoes fit
via This Seat Is Taken

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me

Fresh + Ivan Ives - The Juice Joint

GLBT Live Chats with the Pros At The Erotica Readers & Writers Association!




GLBT erotica is a genre to be reckoned with, and The Erotica Readers & Writers Association will help interested authors with two GLBT Live Chats with the Pros: Delilah Devlin and M. Christian will be on hand to answer questions, offer advice, and exchange ideas with authors of GLBT erotica. Whether you're penning your first gay fiction, or are a spicy-seasoned pro, don't miss this opportunity.


M. Christian, associate publisher for Renaissance E Books (which includes Sizzler Editions), is an acknowledged master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, and Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica. If you want to know what GLBT editors want (and don't want) and how to make your submissions stand out, M. Christian will be happy to answer your questions.
Read more about M. Christian at www.mchristian.com

ERWA chats are held on the ShadowWorld chat server, channel#erachat.

(Follow the link above. On screen you'll see 'Connect to ShadowWorld IRC'. In the Nickname box, key in your name. Leave the channels box at #ERAChat, and click 'Connect'. A chat text box will appear at the bottom of your screen)


Mermaid by Adam Hughes

 

"Juxtaposis" By Floris Kaayk

Good Boy

Make sure you wash those sweat stains out...
via Zxzara

Oops!

Not again! Yes, again, hehehe...
via Endlessly Exploring

Nice Dress

To my way of thinking, should be worn daily unless you have a better one
via Henry and June in Paris

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Tough Boys

Becoming oh so feminine
via I See God

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Out Now: Painted Doll - The New Edition!


The good news just keeps on coming!  I'm extremely pleased to be able to announce the release of a brand new edition of my erotic cyberpunk novel, Painted Doll, by the great folks at Renaissance/Sizzler Editions ... and check out the wonderful new cover by the one-and-only Wynn Ryder.



M. Christian's claimed BDSM science fiction cyberpunk novel is back in print - a tale of futuristic sexual submission and domination! 
One of the pleasures of a dystopic future is the erotists, professionals who paint their clients' bared skin with neurochemicals that induce all forms of sensation - even pain.  Erotists offer landscapes of ecstasy, sexual extremes, joy, and delight. Few citizens can afford the skills of the talented Domino. Fewer still know her identity is but a mask.  Beneath the facade, Claire hides from a vicious crime lord who would not only kill her but her childhood lover. But the mask of Domino is beginning to crack ... strange sexual pairings and strange sexual practices highlight this futuristic noir tale, set in a wildly imaginative erotic future, exploring who we are and the sexual awakenings that occur when we become someone else. 
MORE ABOUT THIS BOOK: 
"M. Christian is one hell of a writer. He paints his universes and characters in full, living color, thrills the reader with non-stop action. A no-holds-barred storyteller, he embraces his reader at the start and doesn't let go until long after the end." - Mari Adkins, Apex Publications contributing editor 
"M. Christian is the chameleon of modern erotica. One day punk, another romantic; one day straight, another totally perverse and polyamorous. But always sexy and and gripping." - Maxim Jakubowksi is the editor of the Mammoth Book of Erotica series 
"A non-stop ride of precise prose and unexpected imagery. Painted Doll is another M. Christian gem; a seamless blend of the erotic with the darkly fantastic. Unpredictable, engaging, and an often startling read." - Marilyn Jaye Lewis, author of Freak Parade 
"No matter how long I've been at the erotica game, M. Christian continues to surprise me. With Painted Doll, he again proves that his imagination knows no bounds. The first pages sucked me into the story, and I couldn't stop reading. Who was this woman? Who was she...really? Provocative and unique, Painted Doll is M. Christian at his finest." - Gwen Masters, author of One Breath at a Time

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Amos Lassen Likes Technorotica: Stories Shattering the Ultimate Taboo


Here's a very nice treat: a fantastic review of M.Christian's Technorotica: Stories Shattering the Ultimate Taboo by the always awesome Amos Lassen!


I  think of M. Christian like I think of hummus—both are acquired tastes. However, once you get to liking either, you just can’t get enough. As prolific a writer as Christian is, I never get quite enough. He is erotic and futuristic and has a sardonic sense of humor, However, above everything else, he goes where few dasn’t. In this anthology, Christian takes a step into the future and writes about bondage, fetishes, science fiction, and sex with robots and so on. In fact, we are taught by robots how to be great lovers. I suppose you could label this man/machine erotica as Christians unites sex and technology and there is a lot of Christian trademark kink. This is most definitely not your “everyday” read. 
Eleven stories are sandwiched between the introduction, “Welcome to the World of Tomorrow” and the afterword, “Do You Know Where Your Children Will Be”? All of the stories are excellent but the one that stands out for me in “Blow Up” and that is all I am going to say. If you want to know why it is so special, you will have to get a copy of the book. Christian writes what I call literary erotica. He manages to infuse good writing with lots of sex and the result is almost a new genre. He is, however, the most difficult author to review because it is so easy to give away plots when discussing his writing. Therefore all I can say is for you to get a copy, clear an afternoon sit in the recliner with your feet up and the book open and enjoy every word. 
“M. Christian is one hell of a writer. A no-holds-barred storyteller, he embraces his reader at the start and doesn’t let go until long after the end.” -Mari Adkins. “M. Christian’s stories squat at the intersection of Primal Urges Avenue and Hi-Tech Parkway … feral-eyed, half-naked … Truly an author for our post-everything 21st century.” – Paul Di Filippo, author The Steampunk Trilogy.

Who's The Boss?

No more crap outta you!
via Women Supremacy

Toys

It’s important to put your toys away when you’re done playing with them.
via Girls Rule, Subs Drool