Monday, December 31, 2012

Fiscal Cliff Hangover

New Year’s Day, the Palace Hotel, St.Moritz, 1959, by Jakob Tuggener
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Blow Your Horn

 

Happy New Year!

Mr. Magazine / vol.13 nº2 (November 1968)

Have a great Happy New Year!

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Vaughn Bode


Swoon!

 

Minnesota Strip review

Got a great review from Amos Lassen on my "Minnesota Strip"

Dementiuk, Mykola. “Minnesota Strip”, Sizzler Editions,  2012.
How It Was
Amos Lassen
I am always amazed at the realism in the writings of Myola Dementiuk. He gives us mental pictures of New York City as it once was (and never to be again). The term Minnesota Strip was used by the New York City Police in the 1970s to describe a part of Eight Avenue between 40th and 50th Streets where many prostitutes and runaways from Minnesota sold themselves.
Connie was a male cross dresser who worked the strip where it was dangerous for women but that much more dangerous for men who dressed as women. He looked very feminine but we can imagine how a man would react when he discovers the babe he had picked up turned out to be a he. Connie had a small frame and could pass easily. He/She had men going after all of the time. She used the pretense of innocence and naiveté to her advantage. She did what she was paid to do and then went on to the next number that awaited her services.
Minnesota Strip was the place for instant gratification from those who worked there and there were all kinds—trannies, lesbians and hookers. The price was cheap and it was “the place”. Dementiuk gives us a description as seen through the eyes of Connie. He captures the seediness of the area and of the people who populated it. Dementiuk has the ability to write prose as if he is reporting on something that is happening right then in front of him and since so much of his writing deals with the Times Square of New York City, we can believe that he really did experience what he writes about.
I always find reading Dementiuk is a treat. He pulls us into the picture and we experience what the characters experience. Not many have the ability or the past to be able to do just that.

Thanks Amos, your reviews are always spectacular!

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

MORE ON 50 SHADES


I first heard about the article in the Guardian from Kristina Lloyd on her Facebook page.
Here is what Kristina says:
“And once again, those who've been quietly penning erotica for years are portrayed as copycat hacks now that their work is finally selling.”


Personally, I am utterly fed up with hearing about E.L.James’ book. When I read this, I certainly do not warm to 50 Shades. I have my personal favourites in the world of written erotica. Most of them know whom they are, some of them don’t. I’ll stick with the writers whom I know and love.

So what do you think of Emma Brockes’ article?






Worst ideas of 2012: ripping off Fifty Shades Of Grey
Only a masochist could love what has happened to the book trade.

Emma Brockes. The Guardian. Friday 28th December 2012


There are several ways to measure success – the kind when something does so well, everyone instantly hates it. Imitation is one; merchandising is another. Perhaps the greatest indicator of all is when it jumps out of its commercial category. I thought of this during the summer, in New York, whenever I walked into a deli or a drugstore and saw, alongside the lip balms and key chains, a stack of 20 or so copies of Fifty Shades Of Grey(other titles on sale: none). Somewhere in there, it had stopped being a book and become a convenience, the literary equivalent of breath mints.


The success of EL James's erotic trilogy has caused a lot of moaning about what a terrible shame it is when "bad novels" do well, which seems a little rich to me, not least when most of the rest of publishing is so skint it would bend down in the street to pick up 5p.


So what if it's "badly written?" At least it was born, seemingly, of a genuine enthusiasm and James appears to be a good egg. If there's a Worst Of scenario in here, it is in the other stuff, the stampede that follows the original hit, unredeemed by individual voice or vision, just the cynicism of cashing in. Even the covers are the same. The original title was put out by an obscure Australian publisher that slapped the quickest, cheapest-looking stock image on the cover – and so, with a faithfulness approaching superstition, everyone has copied it.


So, too, with every other detail of the trilogy – which, given that Fifty Shades itself started out as fan fiction, is a doctorate in meta-meta-something-or-other waiting to happen. Hence a novel called Bared To You in which "two wounded souls come together in an explosion of lust and passion as intoxicating as it is devastating – the perfect read for fans of bestselling erotic romance Fifty Shades Of Grey by EL James", currently riding high in Amazon's charts and containing the following auto-generated gem: "Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness – beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily…"


Reports from the Frankfurt Book Fair this year were of little else but Fifty Shades knockoffs. In some of the most feverish bidding, a six-figure sum was reportedly offered for a Canadian novel called SECRET, written under the pseudonym L Marie Adeline and featuring an organisation "that recruits women to help them realise their sexual fantasies and liberate their sexual selves". The competition, as a weary editor at Faber pointed out, included some form of "zombie erotica".


No market was immune. In Japan, Scandinavia and the rest of the world, dashed-off tales of sado-masochism dominated the auctions. In South Africa, a publisher told me of the surge in Afrikaans erotica, which had the advantage of sounding oddly hilarious as well as depressing.

Veterans in the field, accustomed to hiding their lucrative but shady output, were suddenly free to step into the (brilliant, jagged and white hot) light. Anne Rice, author of Interview With The Vampire, who had published a trilogy of erotic novels in the 1980s under the pseudonym AN Roquelaure, reissued them with a new preface and under her own name.

As for Fifty Shades, after selling an estimated 40m copies worldwide, it is now published by the poshest house in the US, Knopf, so EL James is in a stable with Toni Morrison, Alice Munro and Philip Roth. You can imagine the publisher's rationalisation, like those upmarket movie stars who tell you that every blockbuster they do funds their work in experimental theatre.


So it goes. There are reportedly Fifty Shades-branded sex toys coming down the chute, as well as lingerie and pyjamas, because we are, apparently, that tame and suggestible in the face of market forces. It is, however, somewhat cheering to note that, according to the Amazon metric, large numbers of people who bought Fifty Shades Of Grey also bought a herb kitchen garden kit, endorsed by no one, relating to no broader trends and on the heels of absolutely nothing.


Dick Head

Looks like some actor doesn't it?
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Candy Samples

Candy Samples- I spent lots of time gazing upon her naked screwing body in Times Square peepshows that for awhile she became my ideal woman, in strange costumes or without anything on
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Saturday, December 29, 2012

Florida Woman Beats Up Boyfriend Over Bad Sex


Woman arrested over bad sex
Palmetto, FL – A woman was arrested over the weekend for beating up her much younger boyfriend. What set her off, you ask? Bad sex. 
According to the police report, 50-year-old Jennie Scott was arrested on battery charges for allegedly striking her boyfriend, 32-year-old Jilberto Deleon. The Smoking Gun reports that during a mutual oral sex session, Deleon “finished first and stopped pleasuring her” late last night, which led to the domestics. 
Scott was booked into the Manatee County lockup shortly after the 11pm row, which occurred at Deleon’s home. The police report noted that Scott and Deleon have been dating “for the last 5 years on and off,” and we can think of no better way to say “I want to see other people” than to call the cops on your older girlfriend. 
Still, it was actually a witness who summoned the police after seeing Scott “punching and scratching him [Deleon].” She also apparently hit him with a stick, and threatened to come at him with a wrench before it was wrestled away by a bystander. 
The cop on the scene questioned Scott, who explained that “were giving each other oral pleasure in the bedroom” when Deleon “finished first and stopped pleasuring her.” She added that she “became upset and they began arguing.” 
Sounds like this wasn’t the first time. 
Scott apparently gave up her right to go quietly, and was threatened with mace because she wouldn’t stop kicking at the patrol car window. The South Florida Sun Sentinel reports that investigators determined that alcohol was a contributing factor to the bad sex blow-up. 
I’m sure there’s a lesson here somewhere. 
[Florida Woman Beats Up Boyfriend Over Bad Sex is a post from: The Inquisitr]

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Seven Weeks Of M.Christian: Week 3 - My Mission In Life


Continuing my seven (possibly terrifying) weeks of M.Christian, here's my newest installment...

...my reasoning behind this is that I haven't really talked a lot about myself for a while so I thought it would be a fun little experiment to post - once a week, for seven weeks - a series of essays about little ol' me: where I came from, my professional journey, being an editor, being a publisher ... and even my hopes and dreams for the future.

Hope you like!


Being a writer – or, to be a bit more precise, the way I became a writer – has really affected how I view the writing life ... well, actually any kind of creative life. Part of it, of course, is that it took me a long time to actually become a professional -- but more than that I think it's the transformation I went through during that far too lengthy process.

Like a lot of people, when I first began to write with an eye to actually getting published, it was a very painful process: the words just didn't come, I was always second-guessing my stories, felt like my characters were dead-on-arrival, and doubt was around much more than confidence or even hope.

But, as we read in our last installment, I kept with it and was able, finally, to step into the word of professionalism. But an odd thing happened during those years: I actually began to like to write.

Shocking, I know (and, yes, that was sarcasm), as that is what writers are supposed feel, but when I wrote like I should have said loved: sure, the words were still clumsy, the plots a struggle, the characters stiff and uncooperative, and I thought more about being out-of-print than ever getting into-print, but somewhere during those years something just clicked and I began to look forward to losing myself in my own tales, having fun with language, playing with characters ... I began to see the joy in actually telling stories.

But, more than that, I began to see the magic – which gets me, in a rather convoluted way, to the title of this little piece. Working on my stories, before and after being a professional, I developed a real appreciation for what it means to be a creator. Distilling it down a bit, I began to see writing – or painting, music, etc – as very special: what a creative person does is truly unique, incredibly difficult, and immeasurably brave.

Think about it for a second: how many people out there, milling about in their lives, have ever even considered doing what a creative person does. Sure, they may think about it, dream about it, but very few actually take even the simplest of shots at it: a creative person is a rare and special treasure. Now consider this: not only are creative people one percent (or less) of the people walking this world but they are willing to actually get off their day-dreaming clouds and do the work – often against overwhelming odds. We hear of the successes, of course: the award-winners, the 'names,' the celebrities – but we don’t hear about millions of others who tried their very best but because of this-or-that they just weren't in the right place at the right time with the right creation. Lastly, even the idea of stepping into a creative life – especially a professional one – is awe-inspiringly courageous: not only do we do the work, struggle with every element, fail and try and learn and fail and try and learn but, despite it all, we keep going.

I call this installment "My Mission In Life" because I've been there, I know the pain of rejection, the struggles of trying to create something from nothing and so when I work with, talk with, or teach – though my classes – anyone doing anything creative I always remind them of their rarity, their dedication, their courage.

I once wrote a little piece that kind of got me into trouble – especially with other writers. In it I laid it on the line: you will never be famous, rich, or have one of your books made into a movie, no one will ask for your autograph ... but, if you remember that what you are doing is rare, special, and brave then some of that might actually happen. The trick is to remember the magic, to forever hold onto the pure enjoyment that comes from creating something that no one has ever seen before.

I don't use the word magic lightly: when it happens just right, when we put it all together, what creative people do is transport people into another world, show them things that they may never have ever considered, and – if we are very lucky – change their lives. If that is not magic then I don't know what is.

So, "My Mission In Life" is (1) remember my own lessons and not lose sight of the joy in creation, the specialness of what I am trying to do, and the courage I have in sending my work out into the too-often cold and uncaring world; and (2) to tell as many creative people the same exact thing.

Sure, some of us might be 'known' a bit more than others, sell more books, make more money and all the rest of that crap – but I sincerely believe that anyone who has dedicated themselves to creation, of any kind, deserves support and respect. No one who creates is better than any other person who creates: we all face the same difficulties, the same ego-shattering failures, the same Sisyphian tasks of trying to get out work out there and noticed.

What writers do is magic -- pure and simple: we are magicians using only our minds, imaginations, and lots of hard to work to use only words to transform, enlighten, transport, amuse and maybe even enlighten.

As a writer, an editor, a friend, and now as a publisher, it is my heartfelt "Mission" to remind anyone who creates that they are truly special: published or not, 'successful' or not, rich or not, famous or not, we are all magicians – and that we are all in this together and that there is absolutely no reason to make an already tough life tougher through needless competition, arrogance, conceit, or just simple rudeness.

We magicians should stick together – and never forget why we are all here: to experience the joy in telling stories.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Steampunk, Von Gutenberg, and I


(from M.Christian's Technorotica)


There's cool then there's cool - check this out: the brand new digital issue of the premier fetish fashion magazine, Von Gutenberg, is now out ... and features an article on steampunk style and such by yers truly.

Here's a screenshot of the article, just to wet your whistle:


You can order a copy here (ibooks newstand) and here's a great write-up on the new, state-of-the-art magazine from the San Francisco Chronicle's SF Gate Site:
Global Fashion Quarterly Von Gutenberg Launches For The First Time Across Apple And All Digital Platforms. 
Newark, NJ (PRWEB) December 14, 2012 
With issue # 7, premier latex fashion periodical Von Gutenberg Magazine is now available in Apple’s Newsstand, for Android on Google Play Magazines, and in the Kindle Store and all other eReaders, as well as in its usual print format. Featuring cover girl Ophelia Overdose and 128 pages of the unique content V.G. readers have come to expect fans, fashionistas and even the mildly curious can now enjoy this global source of fashion in any format they choose. 
“Launching the magazine digitally was not only tantamount to our further survival but perpetuates our ethos of presenting current fashion trends, events and designs…as they break globally,” publisher and main photographer Erik Von Gutenberg explains. “Keeping our readers informed of what is happening from the sublime to the popular in latex fashion, the second it happens, is what we’ve always been about.” 
“We’re also extremely proud to be able to say that we are the first latex couture magazine to publish in the Apple App Store.”
Though Von Gutenberg has always maintained a strong web presence with its website, shop, blog and constantly updated event calendar, the move into the smartphone and tablet marketplace presents nearly unlimited possibilities for the V.G. brand. 
“This move to digital opens up a whole new world for us as far as what we can publish…and when. We’re planning exclusives of text and photography in the new year above and beyond our usual quarterly releases.”

Helmut Newton

 

Excerpt from Strays and Other Stories By A. F. Waddell

Here's an extra-special treat: an delight series of excerpts from A. F. Waddell's brand-new book (from Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions): Strays and Other Stories.


An extraordinary and pungent collection of sensual tales! Strays encompasses vivid erotic storytelling, characterizing both the infamous and the everyday. From California to New Orleans and throughout the environs of the American Southwest, Strays sizzles the scenery.  
A. F. Waddell writes short fiction including humour and erotica. Waddell's work has been selected for The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, The Mammoth Book of the Best of the Best New Erotica, Sexy Tales of Strong Women, Sexy Tales of Legendary Lovers, and other anthologies and magazines.

In the Thelma and Louise-inspired story, Tina and Lucille hit the road

"Lucille, don't look now, but there's a police car behind us." Lucille took a left turn off an I-40 frontage road, cruising the gauntlet of apartments, duplexes, and ranch-style homes. They viewed a perversion of nature: harsh desert turned lush by extensive watering systems. Some homeowners simply rolled out astroturf. Others landscaped with stone. 
 

A Southern California screenwriter works and plays

Darkness was beautiful I thought: the deep reds of roses and blood and wine; the tan-to-brown of bread and chocolate and exotic skins; the dark liquid of brown, drowning-pool eyes pulling one in. Contrast could be interesting. I thought of sophistication and innocence; vanilla-cream swirling with caramel-tan.



Homicide detectives Strode and Harris investigate a well-known New Orleans author

My apartment was near the river. I was between a liquor store and a voodoo supply. I could conveniently shop the odd assortment ofwines at Jimmy's or drop in at Rita's for herbs, gris gris and candles. Local real estate could be a mishmash of residential and commercial, eye candy and eyesore. Buildings seemed slightly askew, threatening implosion, cartoon-like: from the inside, seemingly spacious - from the outside, smallish, individual frontage mere slits in the block. N'awlins was sinking. The delta was eroding. The buffer zone was going. The big storm was coming.


Culinary bikers travel the American West

The Road Killers had a growing rep. They'd kicked a bunch of ass at a bar outside Tulsa. They'd been minding their own business, having a dance together when the local opined on their motto. " 'Waste not, want not'? What kinda sissy stuff is that? Y'all one a' them anti-litterin' groups?"


The Metzlers enjoyed hot dog casserole, The Twilight Zone, plastic on the furniture, and cashmere. 

Stuart Metzler sat in his 1959 Pontiac Chieftain on his Maple Street driveway. Mmm . . . that new car smell. One day they’ll bottle and sell it. He pulled a small memo pad and pen from a suit pocket and made a note. ’New car smell — replicate and market!’ He took in the car’s interior. ‘Dashboard needs more knobs! Bigger!’ he jotted. As a Strategy Formulation consultant, he had diverse information and ideas but felt occasionally envious as he watched clients succeed in theirprojects. He experienced random, uncontrollable urges to lie, and enjoyed gauging reaction. Stuart anticipated the day’s work, and wondered what his secretary Vicky would be wearing.



Marilyn Monroe experiences her last summer on earth
 
"Oh, I absolutely love negative ionization. It makes me high!” Marilyn squealed. She wore a low-cut black silk dress and black heels. Her skin well took the sun. The tip of her nose had been shortened and narrowed; concavity below her cheekbones had been enhanced by the extraction of a few back teeth. Short platinum blonde locks contrastedwith tan skin, like vanilla frosting on a caramel cake. The mole on the right side of her face seemed an asymmetrical accent to her physical perfection.

“Marilyn, darling, are you sure it’s not the margaritas?” laughed her small blonde companion.

“Truman!”

“Would you believe who’s here tonight? Am I hallucinating, or is that the president of the United States standing near the buffet table?”
She laughed. “Perhaps you ARE hallucinating."



A couple vacations at a Louisiana bed and breakfast, encountering literary ghosts

A dark man in a white linen suit, brown wingtips, and white Panama hat chain-smoked Pall Malls, downed Wild Turkey and animatedly talked to a small blond man seated opposite him.

"Just listen to them go at it, would you? Their paroxysms of passion make me positively dyspeptic. It's always the same, people from the other side inhabiting our special places and invading our space. And entities capitalizing on our names. The Southern Gothic. Indeed! How long have we been here now? I wouldn't have predicted qualities of the afterlife. It takes a period of adjustment. "

"I suppose. I was here for weeks before I figured it out. I have difficulty keeping track of things."

Working Out

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Odaxelagnia

When I was younger had a propensity to always bite myself, my arm, my hand, I suppose that was masturbation?
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Cuddling

Reminder: Future Sex For Dr. Amy Marsh's Sexuality Salon


(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)


Just a reminder, folks, that's I'm going to be doing a lecture/discussion/class for the fabulous Dr. Amy Marsh's Sexuality Salon MeetUp on Friday.

I can all-but guarantee it will be a plast and a half.

Here are the details:
Friday, December 28, 2012 
7:00 PM To 9:00 PM 
Sonoma Coffee Cafe2131 Durant Avenue, Berkeley, CA (map
Out with the old, and in with the future! In December, Sexology Salon will explore the topic of Future Sex! 
Our own Sexology Salon member, M. "Chris" Christian, will lead us in this sure to be lively event! Chris is an erotic author, editor, and workshop presenter. Chris shared his work as an erotic author with the Salon a few months ago and it was a fabulous discussion! Here's what he plans for us during December's program: 
"Welcome to the World Of Tomorrow! Sure, we have iPads, iPhones, Viagra, the staggering depths of the Internet, but what could the day after tomorrow bring? In this combination discussion and lecture, participants will share in some thought experiments on what sex may be like in the year year – or the next thousand years. Subjects included will be speculations on drug and chemical enhancements, extrapolation on current – and future – consumer technology, where gender and sexual orientation may be headed, the idea of artificial implants and enhancements, and even the prospects of intimate encounters with cyborgs, androids, robots, and artificial intelligences." 
As always, please attend our Salon "fragrance free" and plan to patronize the offerings at Sonoma Coffee Cafe. Also, please plan to chip in a couple of dollars towards Meet Up's monthly fees when I take up collection. Thanks so much!

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Monday, December 24, 2012

Spicy Calendars!

10 Calendars To Spice Up 2013:

New York firefighters, rugby players, Colby Melvin, and Tom Daley all strip down next year.

FDNY

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Dieux du Stade

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Colby Melvin

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Minnesota Strip


Another scorching story of gender-bending, sex, and the quest for freedom from the Lambda Award winning MYKOLA DEMENTIUK at his best.
Minnesota Strip, 1970s Times Square area on 8th Avenue between 40s-50s Streets teeming with whores, hookers, dykes, trans and you name it, all out for a buck. So that's where my money went in those days, eh? Out now from Sizzler Editions Berkeley, CA
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Sunday, December 23, 2012

I SO Wanna Be Part Of This Group

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Stroke The Fire On Cecilie Smutty Hussy's Place


(from M.Christian's Queer Imaginings)


Very cool: as part of the Stroke The Fire blog tour, the very fun Cecilie Smutty has just posted a brief Q&A with yers truly about my best-of-my-very-best queer erotica: STROKE THE FIRE: The Best ManLove Fiction of M.Christian (part of the special Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions M.Christian ManLove Collection)


I am pleased to say that M. Christian has graced the Lair with his presence... Please put together a warm, smutty welcome for our guest today!

Since you are a new to me author, I am hoping to bring you to the light of others! So let’s share!


Why don't you tell us a little about yourself.... Something that we cannot Google about you, lol!

Well, let's see ... I began with fertilization (thanks, mom; thanks, dad) then quicly moved along to being a zygote and then to cleavage before going onto blastocyst differentiation. Nine or so months and I was on the scene as a – according to mom – rather big infant.

From there to about high school is not really worth talking about -- bullies, zits, voice cracking, hair where there hadn't been hair before, hormones – the usual stages of development from sprout to young adult.

I'd always been a creative kid – thus the bullies – but didn't really have much of a direction for it, but then in High School I was struck (almost literally) by the idea of being a writer. When I say struck I mean it almost literally: I went after being a published author with a serious vengeance. Reading somewhere that the best way of becoming a writer is to ... well, write I set myself a rigorous regimen.

In the end it paid off ... though in a rather usual way: in 1993 (or so), on the spur-of-the-moment I took a class in writing erotica taught by Lisa Palac (who was editing a magazine at the time called FutureSex). Spur-of-the-moment (2) I handed her a story I had just written ... and was totally, completely, utterly shocked -- and totally, completely, utterly delighted – that she bought it for her magazine. A short time later the same story was picked up by Susie Bright for her Best American Erotica 1994.

Just like that I was a published author: a pornographer, sure, but after struggling with my rigorous regimen for (yes, you may gasp) a little under ten years I was ecstatic. After that first story I write another and another and another until...

...here I am: 400+ published stories in anthologies like (the already mentioned) Best American Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica – and even Best Gay Erotica, and Best Lesbian Erotica – plus a whole lot more. I've edited over 25 anthologies – including the Best S/M Erotica series; Pirate Booty; My Love For All That Is Bizarre: Sherlock Holmes Erotica; The Burning Pen; The Mammoth Book of Future Cops, and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi); Confessions, Garden of Perverse, and Amazons (with Sage Vivant), and lots more.

My short stories have been collected into many books covering a wide variety of genres, including the Gay Literature/Lambda Award finalist Dirty Words and other queer collections like Filthy Boys, and BodyWork; also collections of non-fiction (Welcome to Weirdsville, Pornotopia, and How To Write And Sell Erotica); science fiction, fantasy and horror (Love Without Gun Control); and erotic science fiction including Rude Mechanicals, Technorotica, Better Than The Real Thing, and the acclaimed Bachelor Machine.

I've even written quite a few novels: the queer vamp novels Running Dry and The Very Bloody Marys; the erotic romance Brushes; the science fiction erotic novel Painted Doll; and the rather controversial gay horror/thrillers Fingers Breadth and Me2.

I'm even an Associate Publisher for Renaissance E Books, where I (really) try to be the publisher I want to have as a writer, and to help bring quality books (erotica, noir, science fiction, and more) and authors out into the world. My site is www.mchristian.com.

Tell us a little about your book?

The book I'm pushing right now is called STROKE THE FIRE: The Best ManLove Fiction of M. Christian and it's the best-of-the-best of my queer erotic short stories – taken from my previous collections Bodywork, Filthy Boys, and the celebrated Dirty Words. In addition to the best stories from each book I also included the introductions to each book as well: Me from BodyWork, Felice Picano from Filthy Boys, and Patrick Califia from Dirty Words. A lot of the stories have been in books like Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, and the like.

What's rather odd (to be polite) about this book is that while it's queer erotica –and I've written a lot of queer fiction in general – I'm straight.

The way it happened – me being a straight author of queer fiction – is actually rather simple: one day an editor friend was doing a book of gay erotica and wanted to know if I could write a story ... so I did, and he bought it. A few dozen or so stories later I got an offer by a gay publishing house to write a novel, which led to move novels, some anthologies and the rest, as the cliché goes, is history.

Being serious for a second, I am always very clear with every editor and publisher I work with that I am not gay. In fact when I teach my Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica class – and what I also say in my How To Write And Sell Erotica book – is that fiction is fiction and that writers should always stretch themselves creatively but when it comes to be a writer talking to a publisher they should never, ever pretend to be someone they are not.

I cannot begin to say how touched I am by the queer community for being (1) to supportive of my work and (2) so understanding of who I really am. A great friend of mine – a publisher of many of my books – once said, and I totally agree with him, that love is love: meaning that even though I may not be sexually queer I adore my gay characters and friends. The mechanics are secondary once you realize that all of us – gay, bi, straight or otherwise – have more in common than less and that we all share the same, basic emotional landscape.

Oh, and just for shits and giggles, here's the table of contents forStroke The Fire:

Stroke The Fire
The Greener Grasses
Hollywood Blvd.
The Hope Of Cinnamon
Suddenly, Last Thursday
That Sweet Smell
Utter West
Friday Night At The Calvary Hotel
Spike
How Coyote Stole Sun
Echoes
Blue Boy
Matches
Wet
Coyote And The Less Than Perfect Cougar
Counting
About The Author (which is actually the title of a story)

How easy do stories come to you?

I like to say I have it bad -- I'm not just a writer by profession but in every way, every part of myself: I just absolutely love to think about stories, plots, characters, novels, settings ... you name it. Sure, writing can still be a trial (to put it mildly) especially when you have to hammer your head again and again and again against things like publicity and the other awful, icky parts that come with the professional side of writing, but when it does get difficult I always try to get back to the joy I feel when I'm writing ... when I'm tellingstories.

What is your favorite part of the book?

I don't really have any favorites ... mainly because I always try and look forward rather than backward when I think about stories and novels and all that.  When I'm feeling cute I say that my favorite story is the one I haven't written yet.

You can only pick 3 words for your main characters ... what would they be?

Hum ... I do know that my stories and books and characters have a tendency to be bittersweet – which kind of reflects my view of life, I guess: that there really aren't happy, shiny endings but, instead, shiny, happy moments in what can be dark and stormy lives.

That being said I'm actually working on a new book – a sequel to my science fiction erotica collection The Bachelor Machine – where my goal is to write not just hot science fiction erotica but stories where the future is depicted as being a very positive place. Part of my reason for doing this is noticing that the stories in I wrote for the original Bachelor Machine were a tad ... stormier than usual, but also because I've noticed a lot of people seem to be reflexively negative about the future. So I want to show that the future could just as easily become a wonderful, positive place – even with scary things like genetic engineering, artificial intelligences, memory alteration, and so forth.

Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest -- and why?

Characters themselves, believe it or not, can sometimes be the problem. I usually write as more of a storyteller, who keeps his characters really tightly in check as what they are doing is usually more important who they are. I know some writers who let their characters roam free, and say that their books or stories aren't done until the characters tell them so ... but that's just not the way I work.

But I should also say that I'm a huge fan of pushing yourself in all kinds of ways: professionally, personally ... you name it. So one thing I'm planning for the future is a book where the characters are running the show – if just to see how it all goes. After all, I didn't know I could write erotica until I tried, didn't know I could write gay fiction until I tried, didn't know I could edit books until I tried ... you get my gist. Who knows what I – or anyone – might be good at until you give it a shot?

What are you currently working on?

Well, I just mentioned a book that is more character than plot-driven as an experiment, and I also chatted a bit about my follow-up to The Bachelor Machine ... but I'm also planning in starting a new novel very soon. I really enjoyed writing the books Me2 and Finger's Breadth – as they touched on a favorite theme of mine: playing with the unexpected and unusual way we human beings act and interact with each other -- the roles we unconsciously play, the dark (and light) sides of our natures that come out under adversity, mob psychology ... all that fun stuff.

Do you have anything due to release soon?

The great folks ay Renaissance/Sizzler Editions (who I also – ahem – happen to be an Associate Publisher for) are going to re-releasing a new edition of my erotic romance, Brushes, and a collection of my non-queer short stories. I'm also finishing up my first shot at a comic book, called Masquerade (with incredible art by Wynn Ryder), and an anthology I edited – about food and sex – called A Lover's Feast, and a new edition the transgender anthology I edited a few years back, Trans Figures.

In other words I like to stay busy – and then some! I'm also getting out there more as a reader/teacher/performer. Just check out my sub-site at mchristian-teaching.blogspot.com for info on all that fun stuff.

What's one thing that you enjoy about writing?

Well, as I said I have it bad. I see writing as an almost spiritual thing – that, somehow, my one little brain can create characters, worlds, tales ... all kinds of things ... that, if I do my job right and/or am damned lucky can reach out and truly affect people's lives. And if I really do my job right and/or am lucky my words will outlive me by decades or maybe even hundreds of years.

When I teach my classes I tell my students – and tell myself when things get dark and depressing – that writers are true and real magicians: our spells are our words, our stories, and they can literally change the world.

I truly love to explore, learn and more of all play with language and story. It's not just what I do as a living but who I am as a person. I don't think I could ever not be a writer.

What do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks?

I actually started my 'career' in the days of paper so I'm one of those folks who can actually look at both pretty clearly ... and I have to say, without hesitation, that eBooks are better for both writers as well as readers. Sure, writers won't get those advances again, but they always seem to forget that's just what they were: money givenagainst the sales of their books, and the brutal truth is that if their books didn't make that money back – and more – their 'career' could very well be over. With eBooks there is no pressure to make your book into a bestseller in the first month – in fact, eBooks can sit on their virtual shelves for a very long time before taking off and it in no way affects how the publisher feels about that author's work. This also means that publishers can take books that are more ... experimental, as they don't have to invest thousands of dollars into printing, distributing and promoting them – just to break even!

eBooks are great for readers (and authors as well) as books don't have to die. One of the man things I love about working for an eBook publisher is being able to re-release books that otherwise would be either out-of-print or practically out-of-existence. I think that is marvelous as there are so many fantastic books out there that otherwise people would never have a chance to read. With eBooks they can!

Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?

Well, I always try to push myself in all kinds of ways – you've already heard my little rant about "not knowing you are good at something until you try" so, with that in mind there are a LOT of things I'd love to try: I have plans to try my hand at either a one-act play or a screenplay, a more (ahem) optimistic romance novel, a straight-up horror novel, plus a few really out-there-experimental projects that will hopefully push the boundaries of what a book can be. We're seen a little bit of this kind of stuff with augmented reality games but I want to do so much more with it.

Okay ... personal time! Oh yeah, I go there: If you thought you were safe ... Nah ... Forgot it ... Not a chance! We will start off slow and easy, I promise!

What is on your night stand/dresser?

I really don't have either: I live in what I call an artist's colony – which is really just a big, crazy house I share with a musician, painter, and a gardener. My room is small but – as mom was an interior decorator – it's really very nice. I only have room for a small bookcase (comic books) a large bookcase (books), my desk, and a bed. I do have a few odd things, a pair of model Theo Jansen strandbeests, another pair of models but this time from Hieronymus Bosch's Garden Of Earthy Delights, a miniature terrarium, and two huge stained glass windows my father made.

What are you listening to you right now?

Actually I don't write to music: I'm much more of a visual person so I watch movies while I work. I don't have cable – in fact I can't stand broadcast TV – but I have a great Internet connection so I have Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, and a whole bunch of other great sources of entertainment and information. Right now I'm watching Roger Corman's War-Gods Of The Deep on YouTube (with Vincent Price) but later I'm planning on watching one of my all-time favorite films: Seconds by John Frankenheimer (starring Rock Hudson).

What are you reading right now?I have an iPad and a rather huge eBook library but, thanks to a nice sale on Amazon, I scored a bunch of Philip K. Dick books for a buck each, so I'm halfway through my favorite of his: Eye In The Sky.

What is your favorite season? Holiday?

My family is just my brother (my mom and dad both passed away) and so my family is all my friends -- so we don't have a lot of traditional holidays. I like to say that we have a celebration every time any two of us get together ... that and holidays and such just feel a bit too stiff and 'traditional' for me.

You know you do ... Quickie time ... Think fast ... Dark or Milk Chocolate?

Dark, absolutely. Vosage's bacon dark when I can afford it, Trader Joe's dark chocolate peanut butter cups when I can't

Whipped or Melted?

Definitely melted: cheese is one of my big weaknesses – though I have been trying to cut down on it a bit.

Straight up or with a twist - sex?

Even though I've written quite a lot of queer fiction (erotic or non), I'm straight – and even though I've written a lot of kinky sex I'm actually a very meat-and-potatoes straight guy ... though I have a weakness of big, beautiful girls. But I never let my libido run the show: I fall in love with a woman, first, and her body second.

What's your fave drink - in a glass or on her?

Can I say in her ... I'm more than a tad orally fixated when it comes to sex.

Spank or Flogger?

Neither, but I teach classes in both ... as well as bondage, caning, nipple play, cupping, and a whole lot more.

Junk or Health Food?

Neither, as I'm kind of a foodie – though I do try and eat as healthy as I can. At home I've been experimenting (be afraid ... be very afraid) to give me better options than just quesadillas, but I love to get out and try new places and new cultures. There's this Turkish place in Berkeley I'm seriously in love with....

Leather or Lace?

Either is fine with me. I'm a very empathetic lover so if my partner lives something and gets turned on then I get turned on ... even though, like I said, I'm really a very simple guy when it comes to sex.

Control or Be Controlled?

I say controlled: I'm a pleaser – especially in bed. Oh, I know how to top and am quite good at it but my heart is never really in it ... though, again, if my partner is into it then I will definitely try anything.

Vampire or Werewolf?

Neither – even though I wrote two vamp books (Very Bloody Marys and Running Dry) and plan on working on a sort-of werewolf book – I really am quite bored with the whole paranormal thing. Come on, folks, let's be a bit more original!

Christmas Tree Lights

Lighting up a treat... Tis the season!
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Friday, December 21, 2012

Seven Weeks Of M.Christian: Week 2 - Queerer Than You Can Imagine

(from M.Christian's Queer Imaginings)



Continuing my seven (possibly terrifying) weeks of M.Christian, here's my newest installment...

...my reasoning behind this is that I haven't really talked a lot about myself for a while so I thought it would be a fun little experiment to post - once a week, for seven weeks - a series of essays about little ol' me: where I came from, my professional journey, being an editor, being a publisher ... and even my hopes and dreams for the future.

Hope you like!

(this week's piece was also run on Buffy Kennedy's site "Buffy's Ramblings" as part of the Stroke the Fire Guest Blog Tour that the great folks at Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions were so kind of set up for me)

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Wanna hear a funny ... well, if not funny then at least odd ... story?  In our previous installment you heard of my journey from amateur to professional writer.  Pornographic (mostly) but a professional writer, nonetheless.

Since I published by first story in 1993 I've been – to put it mildly – writing up a storm.  I'm not going to inflict my entire bio on you (that's at the bottom of this piece as well as on my site at www.mchristian.com) but let's just say that I've written quite a few stories – that have been collected into quite a few collections – as well as more than a few novels.

Onto the funny: quite a few of those stories, more than a few of the collections, and most of those novels – plus a serious number of anthologies where I've been an editor – feature gay or lesbian characters.  In fact I've had stories in the celebrated Best Gay Erotica, Best of the Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Transgendered Erotica, and I was even a finalist for the gay literature award, the Lambda's...

Anyway, I think you get the build-up, so here's the punchline:

I'm straight.

Not even bisexual.  Oh, sure, I've gotten more than a few offers (very flattering) but, as I like to say, Mr. Happy only responds to women.  Now I also like to say I'm politically gay in that I vote a very purple ticket and consider gay rights to be the litmus test for any politician, nation, city, and so forth; socially bi in that I have no problem kissing and telling my male friends that I love them; and sexually ... like I said: straight. 

Now I want to be very clear that my reason for being a non-queer author in a queer world did not spring from any kind of deception: I am very out about being a straight guy (though a few of my gay friends don't believe me), and when I teach classes in smut writing I tell my students – with great emphasis – never to lie about who they really are to sell a story. 

How I got to where I am is actually a simple – but important – story, especially for writers.  It started very simply: a friend of mine suggested writing a gay story for a special anthology.  Now, I had never thought about anything like that – hell, I'd only just selling stories so I hadn't considered much of anything – so I gave it a shot.  Surprise: it was bought.  This put me on the gaydar, so to speak.  Soon I was not just writing gay (and lesbian) stories but editors and publishers were actively seeking me out to write for them.  No dummy, I wrote what people wanted to buy ... which puts me close to where I am now.

While I may, at worst, be a literary opportunist – one of my taglines is, after all, is that I'm A Literary Streetwalker With A Heart of Gold – I truly feel honored to be not just accepted but in many ways honored by the gay and lesbian community.  I've been brought to the verge of tears more than once by a gay, lesbian, bi, or transgendered person telling me that anything I wrote has touched them, or when a member of the community asks me to write for them.

In this, I feel, is a lesson for any writer: I did not know – at all – that I could write queer stories until I tried.  Who knows what you could be good at until you try?  I tell my students all the time to try, experiment, with everything and anything – even if it’s something you may not even like.  The worst that happens is that you find out that a certain genre is not for you, but then you could be wonderfully surprised that you not only enjoy, but are quite good at, writing for that genre.

Stretch, play, have fun, try, experiment ... in writing but also in life, to get a bit philosophical. 

Before I close, I want to touch on one final thing.  Often I get asked is how I can write about characters that don't share my sexual orientation.  Now, writing beyond yourself is what fiction is all about: horror writers don't really kill people, science fiction authors don't – mostly – come from other worlds ... you get the idea.  Fiction is fiction, and good fiction suspends our disbelief to the point where we forget that what we are reading isn't exactly true.

But I do have one bit of advice that's come from being a straight guy in queer clothing: I don't write about queer characters ... I write about people.

While I may not know what being a gay man is actually like, and I'm not equipped to know a lesbian one, I do know about hope, fear, delight, wonder, the giddy thrill of arousal, the nervousness that comes with the first few moments of sex, the lightheaded joy that comes when lust turns into love ... I may not know a few (ahem) details but I know what it means to be a human being, and no matter what anyone says we are all, down deep where it matters, more alike than not.

Yes, I write about gay characters, but – following my own advice – I am also constantly trying to expand my repertoire: challenging myself as much as possible.  I've tried my hand at romance, horror, science fiction, non-fiction, mysteries, historical ... sometimes I succeed, sometimes I feel I need a lot more work ... but no matter what I write, and where my life goes from here, I will always hold in the depths of my heart a love for all the gay men and women who have been so kind and supportive of me and my work. 

I may not know everything about what it means to be queer – but I certainly, absolutely, totally know what love feels like. 

A FREE FETISH READ! "FEET" by billierosie






Adam watched through the peephole he’d drilled in the wall, as his girlfriend, Josie, sank her slender, naked body, down onto his best friend’s cock. Her strong, belly muscles rolled as her cunt stretched and clenched to accommodate him swallowing him whole. She threw back her head, exposing the lovely line of her throat, her large breasts thrust forward, her long, curly, dark brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, as she savoured the tension of her internal muscles gripping his cock. Her lips were parted as if in ecstatic prayer. She arched her back and a tremor passed through her body.


Adam could sense, rather than hear, her long exhalation of relief. She quivered, and raised her arms, in supplication. She lifted her heavy mane of dark hair, as she raised and lowered her body taking the long, thick cock inside her. The man beneath her grinned and murmured some sort of endearment to her, as his pelvis pumped. He held out his arms; Josie smiled, reaching down to him linking their fingers. Adam bit his lip in annoyance. He’d said the bastard could fuck her, not have a conversation. Still, Josie fucked him, grinding her hips in a circular motion taking his cock up to the hilt.

Poor girl; she needed this. Adam rarely fucked her, he had other things on his mind. His slowly stroked his hard cock, as he looked lovingly at those other things now. Her beautiful, delicate feet. Her arched soles were uppermost. Adam ran his tongue over his dry lips as he imagined licking her curved instep. Her sweet toes were curled, anticipating the spasm of her first orgasm. He masturbated his erect cock.

Feet. For Adam, it had always been feet, for as long as he could remember. One of his earliest memories was of sitting underneath the big, oak table in his mother’s dining room, surrounded by ladies’ feet. He was just a toddler and his mother had no-one to leave him with at her monthly book club meetings. So he was allowed to crawl around under the table, as long as he didn’t make a noise. Adam never made a noise. He sat and listened to the women’s soft voices and laughter, as he sucked his thumb, lost in his own private heaven, gazing at, and inhaling the smell of women’s feet. Once he’d dared to touch a lady’s foot. He stroked the fine creamy skin curiously, marvelling at the delicate bones beneath. The lady had peeped down at the little boy beneath the table, and smiled.


Before their guests had arrived, he and Josie had lit candles around the sitting room. With the strong lighting turned off, the flickering light created a warm, intimate atmosphere. It cast delicate shadows beneath Josie’s breasts, over her tight belly and across her shoulder blades. She looked glorious in her naked abandon, like a crazed goddess.


It wasn’t the first time Adam had give her to his friends to fuck. But she’d never taken three men at a time before. She’d begged and pleaded with Adam for this to happen. It was her ultimate fantasy, she’d told him. Three men inside her at the same time. Adam didn’t get it. But if he understood anything, it was the primal need to fulfil a fantasy. It was the only way to meet an obsession. And the obsession was harmless, not hurting anyone.


If Adam had liked fucking as much as Josie did, theirs would be the perfect relationship. Even the scene before him didn’t turn him on. It didn’t disgust him either. As he watched his girlfriend being lusciously violated, he felt unmoved. What was feeding his huge erection, was Josie’s feet, clenched like claws, as she screamed out her orgasm.


The second man stood behind Josie, waiting his turn. His toned muscular frame, and the black hair that covered his back, belly, arms and chest, gave him the look of a predatory animal in its prime. His cock was massive, hard and erect. When he moved it slapped, bouncing against his belly. He knelt behind Josie, pushing her forward onto her partner’s chest. He now had easy access to her ass. Josie froze, motionless, as he drizzled lube into her crack, preparing her for an anal fucking. He slipped a finger into her anus, priming her with lube, and gently finger fucked her tight little puckered hole. Josie groaned with pleasure. He positioned his cock at her anal entrance, and pushed. Adam watched, coldly fascinated, as the bulbous cock head stretched her hole and opened her up, like a ripe piece of fruit.


Adam wondered how much cock she could take. She let out a long, low moan of what sounded like discomfort, as the thick cock slowly stretched her hole, pushing into her, inch by inch. The man behind her wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her breasts, and stroked her erect nipples. He pushed her hair aside and kissed and nibbled her neck. Then he took her quickly and roughly. Josie shrieked with shock as he slammed his thick cock into her, right up to the hilt. He snarled like a wild dog. Adam could hear her whimpers as the two men set up a rhythm fucking her. At first keeping perfect time with each other, then thrusting and pumping alternately. Despite his distaste, Adam considered whether the two guys fucking his girlfriend, could feel each other’s cocks through the delicate membrane separating her vagina from her rectum. That was totally sick, he thought.

Adam wondered how they had decided between them, who should have which hole. He’d wanted nothing to do with it. His friends already thought he was weird, giving his girlfriend to them for the evening. That was why he was watching through the peephole in the wall. They really would think he was a pervert, if he’d said he wanted to watch. Perhaps Josie had decided how it would be organised. It would be just like her Adam thought, to feign indifference, while carefully manipulating whose cock she wanted to go where. She was crushed now between the two men, just a toy for them to fuck. Adam didn’t care. But just let them touch her feet and he would kill them all.

Slender ankles, legs crossed, legs uncrossed. A foot tapping. Strappy sandals and painted toenails during the summer. Victorian laces and high boots in the winter. Adam had learnt very early in his life, that anything to do with ladies’ feet turned him on. He recalled sitting, mesmerized, studying a fine, delicate golden chain around an equally delicate ankle. Once, one of his mother’s friends had worn a silver toe ring, with a tiny bell that tinkled when she moved. Dirty feet, clean feet, Adam wasn’t prejudiced. Even ugly feet held a fascination for him.


Speared on two cocks, Josie raised herself with difficulty onto her forearms, her mouth wide open, gasping, as the two men pumped her holes. It meant her shoulders were almost taking the full weight of the man humping her ass. For a slight woman, she was very strong. Perhaps the debauchery was pumping her with adrenalin, giving her power. A third man knelt before her, his cock hard, and ready to slide between her parted lips. She accepted him gratefully, almost as if she was receiving a benediction. The third cock was like the confirmation of a blessing to her, something holy. She closed her eyes. She really did look as if she were in a state of bliss. She made little animalistic whimpering noises as his cock pushed into her throat.


When he was much older, Adam had wondered if those alluring times, beneath his mother’s dining table had formed his fetish. Or could one be been born with a fascination for women’s feet? What weird gene could have been responsible? He recalled a summer, some years later, his sisters and their friends had worn bikinis at the swimming pool. His sister’s best friend, Susie, had the most beautiful feet Adam had seen in his short life. High arches and delicately carved ankles. Small perfectly formed toes. She’d painted her nails a pretty, pearly pink. Adam could have written poetry to Susie’s feet. He was still young enough to get away with stroking and tickling her feet. She’d giggled and teased him. Had he felt arousal even then? He remembered a sublime allure as he’d traced his fingers between her delicate toes. She had drops of water on her feet from the swimming pool. Adam had wanted to lap at them. Pretend he was Susie’s little, pet dog. But even then, in his innocence, he’d known that he’d be going too far. The others would either laugh at him, or be disgusted. That was the beginning of Adam’s secret. No one must ever find him out.


The orgy was working itself into a frenzy. Their bodies writhing, rutting like animals. Worse than animals, Adam thought. He could tell Josie was close to coming again. Her body had tightened and she was in perfect rhythm with the three men pumping her holes. The man in her throat pulled back and shot his spunk into her mouth. Josie gulped at him, trying not to spill a drop, but her orgasm surged through her, making her lose concentration, and she drooled spunk and saliva from the corners of her mouth. The men in her ass and cunt, climaxed into her more or less at the same time. All four collapsed on the floor, lungs heaving, gasping for breath, laughing hysterically. A gross tangle of limbs and genitalia. Once again Adam was annoyed. As far as he was concerned, fucking was purely functional. Like getting rid of an itch. It wasn’t supposed to be fun.


At last the three friends dressed and left. Adam left his post at the peephole and joined Josie in the sitting room. He didn’t understand why, but he was angry with her. He decided to sulk a little, to pay her out for enjoying herself without him. Then he felt mean. He knew it was pointless. He loved her so much and she was the only woman he’d ever met, who knew exactly how to please him.


He sat on the sofa and Josie, still naked and stinking of sex, sat at his feet. She lay back, her upper body on the floor, her lovely toes wriggling in his lap. Adam ran his fingers over her glorious feet. He closed his eyes. He would know Josie’s feet anywhere, even if he were blind. He raised one foot to his mouth and sucked on her toes. Such delicate little toes. Adam licked in between them. Josie giggled. He was tickling her. He smiled down at her. His cock was agonisingly huge. He ached right through to his balls and groin, with the need to cum.


Josie knew what to do. She gripped his erection between her feet and masturbated him. Adam sighed a blissful sigh. He’d never met a woman who could turn him on like Josie. She’d turned masturbation and foot fetish into an art form. Adam held his cock steady as she ran her instep over his cock head, painting her foot with his pre-come. She tickled his balls with her toes, then gripping his cock with her feet again, she masturbated him furiously. She stopped, keeping him on the edge. Adam groaned with frustration. He looked down at the erotic sight of her perfect toes nestling in his pubic hair, stroking his balls. She pummelled him with her heels, then went back to stroking his cock. Adam whimpered and moaned as he floated away, a mess of exquisite sensations. A golden comfort enveloped him.


 She curved both feet around his cock and masturbated him roughly. Breathing rasped, fists clenched jaw set.


And at last, at the end of the long evening, Adam came, jerking his spunk over Josie’s perfect little toes.

Classic


 

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Gingerbread Biscuits For Grown-ups

Yum yum, I'd sure like a taste. Ouch! What was that for? Owww...
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