WHEN LIBIDOS RUMINATE: Looking back in arousal…

My new ebook is out on Amazon now. Entitled THE GREAT FEMDOM WHAT-IF, it contains three adults-only short stories about a man who, over the years from the 1970s up to the 1990s, encountered sexual situations in his life that could have lent themselves to some kinky roleplay, but which never happened except in his vivid imagination.

The cover model is like the lady in the last story, a computer instructor at a publishing company who grows impatient with our hero because of his obvious befuddlement over her attractiveness and especially over her shapely behind in a skirt.

Don’t most of us have “what-ifs” in our lives? Sexual or otherwise? That’s the emotion this book is about: wistful regret. The mind and libido ruminate on what might have been…we see what actually happened, and then we see what our hero wishes had happened.

Just click over to Amazon to read the plot descriptions here.

Yet the stories are not heavy or depressing, but instead erotic and arousing with scenarios that almost seem like they did take place. 

Try it, and if you like THE GREAT FEMDOM WHAT-IF, you’ll want to read more of my stories like SPOILT PRINCESS GRACE MEETS BLACKBEARD THE PIRATE or CUCKOLD TEASED, GODDESS PLEASED. I have 32 titles in my Erotic Library so far. 

All are available now at Amazon stores worldwide. A handy link to my entire U.S. Kindle store is here. 

Enjoy!

 

When sunlight looks like feathers…

Window blinds cast this pattern on a dusty futon couch…

Above is the original, and below a black-and-white version. Do you have a preference?

Just feeling in an abstract mood when I snapped it…

An eyelash must have fallen onto the lens of my smartphone. Oh well. I like the patterns, so…

A temporary break from my usual thoughts of dominant women and the men (like me) who love them.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember I actually do think about other things! 😉

Quite a few other things, in fact. And here are New York City stories that reflect this.

 

Betty Brosmer, innocent and busty

I said the other day on Twitter that an innocent-looking lady showing a lot of cleavage makes my heart melt. I was referring to a different picture, but this is the picture that really stands for that feeling in my mind.

It took me several years to find an actual copy of this magazine, at a New York City flea market in Chelsea–I got it about ten years ago for $25–and when I finally bought it, the dealer thought I wanted it for a picture of Bettie Page inside. It was a nice pic of Page, but I explained to him that it was the Betty on the cover that had turned this magazine into a kind of Holy Grail for me. When I finally got my hands on this issue, I thought to myself, “Well, I might as well stop collecting vintage men’s magazines now. I have found my ultimate prize.”

Of course I didn’t stop collecting–that was not possible. Although perhaps I did slow down quite a bit.

This to me is just the most beautiful men’s magazine cover of all. Amazing picture, amazing Betty Brosmer.

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I got the picture of the cover off the web (just didn’t feel like digging the actual magazine out of my files at 6 a.m. when I was writing this) and discovered (thank you, Google Image Search) you can even get a photo print of this great cover here on Amazon made by a manufacturer called Posterazzi. I don’t work for Posterazzi; just passing the info along for your interest!

 

Femdom fountain of youth…

I was talking with one of my longtime friends from childhood, who is my age, and he was saying how he made no secret of being an “old man,” particularly in his line of work so full of younger colleagues. I told him I felt the same way, and did not shy away from pointing out that in my own field of endeavor, erotica/porn/smut/whatever-you-wanna-call-it, I talk proudly of my many decades of experience.

In fact, 2024 marks the fiftieth year I have been in the literary stimulation business. In 1974 I made my first professional writing dollars for two porn novels, The Screaming Virgins (it was BDSM week at the porn novel factory) and The Punk Stud and His Women (about a young guy entranced by the topless bars of ’70s Times Square).

Nowadays I write a lot about femdom, of course, which is one of my personal fascinations as well as the focus of some of my freelance clients’ websites. And sometimes I think that my mental intoxication with these desires, musings, realities and fantasies keeps the inner me forever young, always yearning…

I was never a follower of politics until recent years when it has become unavoidable, and I think William Butler Yeats’ poem, found here, still sums up my attitude, although I cannot help on a daily basis getting into discussions on the fate of our world…

 

At Union Square in New York City, late January 2024.

The New York Review of Books offers “literary napkins” for Valentine’s Day, with passionate quotes from various scribes through the centuries, and I think anyone in the swirl of admiration for a lovely dominatrix, or any lady for that matter, can relate to James Joyce’s words to Nora Barnacle as highlighted in this sample from their catalog here:

Yes, it is cold in January, but when we can embrace pleasant daydreams–an upside of being a fiction writer, depending on one’s theme–spring is never very far away. 

 

Chicago all of a sudden

A family emergency finds me in Chicago on New Year’s Eve for the first time in many decades since I permanently moved to New York City in ’73. Of course, in this situation, there is no inclination to rousing celebration. Just trying to get through each day and evening.

Learning how to use Uber to get to a nursing home and back in the Uptown area. And of course, marveling at all the architecture; although I am a New Yorker since my early twenties, I have always said and believed Chicago is a far more beautiful town with its amazing buildings, with tiny memorable details even on “ordinary” structures. In fact, when I took a walk near my hotel, I saw so many things of which to take pictures that I didn’t. Overwhelmed. Another time. Too much beauty.

How well I remember, from growing up in Chicago, this skyscraper with what looks like a church on top, and Picasso’s famous Chicago sculpture below

At night, to wind down, reading my first Ross Macdonald novel (The Blue Hammer) and watching online a forgotten but interesting late ’50s movie The Pusher with a screenplay by Harold (The Carpetbaggers) Robbins based on an Ed McBain novel.

Anyway, since I do have to eat, I went to a famous restaurant I’d actually never been to before, the Italian Village, and had a chianti and sausage parmigiana sandwich. And managed to snap a picture of a goddess type of statue, standing behind the bar, when I was there.

I don’t know if this is a goddess or a nymph or just a Dionysian muse of wine, but of course I had to take a picture of it.

I have a kind of a noirish hotel room with a good desk for writing; I have tweets to do for one of my clients, as well as this end-of-the-year blog post–the writing of which seems to have broken the incredible tiredness I’ve felt since waking this morning. My room’s single window faces the back wall of a famous building called The Rookery.

Don’t be fooled by the sunlight coming in through the curtain–there is a brick wall opposite my window. Which I don’t mind.

It’s been snowing for a little while this December 31st Sunday morning.

Happy New Year to us all, and a lucky one too–please.

I’d like to meet with a couple of Chicago friends, old and new, while I’m here, but for the moment I can just focus my mind primarily on this family situation. There’s that brick wall opposite my window…

 

Notorious Blackbeard Worships the Boots of The Irresistible Irish Pirate Queen!

Well, my new erotica ebook is published and available on Amazon now, the 18th century tale I’ve talked about on this blog over the last couple of months, and here is the cover: a new painting by the great British artist of femdom erotica, Sardax!

The main character of an 18th century lady pirate is inspired by a contemporary, real-life Irish dominatrix, Spoilt Princess Grace (you can visit her site here) whom I’ve gotten to know online through the social media writing I do for the website DommeAddiction here. She specializes in both making video clips as well as doing real-time sessions. A really delightful, creative gal, who can get very kinky in her videos (check them out here and here) but a very classy lady as well. If the mid-20th century actress Deborah Kerr had become a domme instead of a great movie star, I think she would have been something like Grace. I am very happy to be able to consider the real Spoilt Princess Grace a friend. And to create in my 87-page novella a fictional character who embodies the same kind of allure, charisma, intelligence and taste for kink that I see in the modern Grace (the image of her below is from one of her recent videos).

Sardax, with whom I collaborated recently on Tamara, Eternal Dominatrix, which happily hit the Amazon erotica bestseller lists in Europe, had gotten a commission to make a painting of Grace as a pirate, and he asked if I would want to use it also as a cover for a story. Since I’d wanted to pen a pirate tale for a long time, I jumped at the opportunity. Over the years I’ve collected a number of books and magazines for research with such a project in mind.

Of course pirate erotica is not a new thing, so I wanted to come up with an angle to make this story a little different. First I decided to have the 18th century Spoilt Princess Grace meet the most famous buccaneer of the era, Edward Teach aka Blackbeard, partly because it seemed like a good idea for a momentous meeting, but also because Blackbeard is such a recognizable name all over the world that I thought it might help with the algorithms and keywords to promote the book on Amazon and online! We writers must be practical as well as artistic! 😉

Then, when doing preliminary historical research to give the tale some authenticity, I found out from a book called She-Captains by Joan Druett that Blackbeard had some curious eccentricities when it came to the women he met. This fearsome brigand of the seas–who among his accomplishments once blockaded Charleston, South Carolina (then Charles Town)– liked to wait on the serving girls in taverns and public houses, instead of having those comely lasses wait on him. Afterward he’d take the ones who most caught his fancy back to his ship for what were essentially what we would today call sexual “roleplay”: faux weddings and faux honeymoon nights. I thought this was a perfect angle to use in a femdom pirate story, because instead of seducing the lady pirate, the Blackbeard in my tale would find himself becoming her sexual submissive.

This turned into my longest erotic ebook to date; only my psychological suspense novel Fate of a Stripper is longer, at 249 pages (also available at AmazonKindle here ). This new book is longer primarily because I wanted to first show Grace’s effect on other men and people in general to establish her powerful aura of confidence and charisma before she finally met up with the notorious Blackbeard. It also gave me the opportunity to write scenes of ass worship, cuckoldry, voyeurism, boot worship, playful flogging, spanking, small penis humiliation, and even swordplay (with actual cutlasses) before Grace met the pirate king! I found myself carried away for three months in the fictitious world of “Lamarr Island” in 1718 where pirates ruled, poets got drunk and wrote couplets of horny admiration, and where Princess Grace was taking a brief rest from her daring adventures raiding merchant vessels of their silks and satins (which her personal seamstress Mrs. Thelma Battles turned into gowns for her more elegant hours–hence her name Spoilt Princess Grace).

I think you can sense it is a complex story, sexy and full of humor and the delightfully vivid language I imagined for the denizens of the 18th century, as well as the aforementioned poetry too (one of the characters is a scribbler who writes stanzas about the Princess when he’s not ogling her “nether globes” in her tight pants). So, depending on how fast or slow you read, my new novella Spoilt Princess Grace Meets Blackbeard the Pirate should give you about 90 minutes of entertainment, just the length of one of the fun Saturday matinee pirate films from Hollywood’s golden era…several of which I watched to get myself into the maritime action mood before I started writing. Treasure Island with Charlton Heston…The Sea Hawk (the early silent version with Milton Sills)…The Black Swan with Tyrone Power and Maureen O’Hara…Blackbeard the Pirate with Robert Newton and Linda Darnell…The Pirates of Capri with Louis Hayward…and The Golden Hawk with Sterling Hayden and Rhonda Fleming. And of course, in my subconscious, was already the swashbuckling feeling of all the great Errol Flynn epics which long ago saturated my mind with the idea to write a pirate tale in the first place! However, although my story has some “pirate” action, it is mostly concerned with the more libido-centered activities of my characters, which take place in a tavern called The Grasping Hand or in the captains’ cabins of Grace and Blackbeard.

So I hope you’ll check out the novella, available on Amazon Kindle worldwide. And visit Sardax’s site here for more about his fantastic art.

Here are the Amazon links, for your convenience:

US: https://amazon.com/dp/B0CNZM3FB7 UK: https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

DE: https://amazon.de/dp/B0CNZM3FB7 CA: https://amazon.ca/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

FR: https://amazon.fr/dp/B0CNZM3FB7 SP: https://amazon.es/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

IT: https://amazon.it/dp/B0CNZM3FB7  NL: https://amazon.nl/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

JP: https://amazon.co.jp/dp/B0CNZM3FB7  AU: https://amazon.com.au/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

BR: https://amazon.com.br/dp/B0CNZM3FB7  MX: https://amazon.com.mx/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

IN: https://amazon.in/dp/B0CNZM3FB7

 

My erotic soul still lingers in the 18th century…

The writing of my new femdom erotic novella, set in the 18th century and which I mentioned in my last post, will soon come to its exciting climax…I mean, conclusion, at my desk. 😉  The tale has become much longer and more involved than I had originally anticipated, and I think I’ve just kept going because I am enjoying its twists and turns of character and setting; sensuality and poetry; and dialogue and humor. And also because it is inspired by a most lovely friend and it is going to have a sensational cover by a well-known artist of the genre.

More news when I complete and publish it! But until then, let me leave you with this fascinating article I found here, the first section of which is a description of the standards of ideal beauty in the Anglo/French and American society in the 18th century. The portrait of Marie Antoinette by Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun below is from the article, but does not represent my heroine–although by sheer coincidence (as I only just found this article and painting twenty minutes ago) their eyes do share a very similar arresting quality!

One thing I can say is: the real-life 21st century lady who has inspired my tale would well have met the exacting standards of the 18th. She has a timeless beauty herself and has a mystique that captivates a wide range of people, which is why I have her do exactly that in my story: captivate!

From Google:

But as you read the article I linked, keep in mind this observation quoted in it as well:

“Everyone will make what alteration his own taste may suggest,” which I take to mean, especially now in our far more democratic and equitable world: “to each his own.” Or her own.

Beauty, as we now acknowledge, is “multiform” and has many faces, figures, colors and shapes.

Well…my literary time machine (aka my Chromebook) is calling. The year 1718 beckons me back…

See you later!

 

Horny time travel via my Chromebook…

I don’t much like to talk about works in progress, only because I like to get them done first and relieve the nagging anxiety of, “Can I pull this one off?”; but I am working on an unusually complex erotic novella that I am excited about on a subject have wanted to write about for some years, and it takes place in the 18th century. It’s a combination of research and imagination and some other things and it’s going to have a sensational cover for the ebook, and I’m feeling a bit like I’m living three hundred plus years ago when I’m crouched over tapping away on the laptop. But the story also has roots in the present, which makes it even more intriguing and which will become self-evident when it’s published. Well, I’ll have more to say about it as it comes along.

Working on it makes me remember Leslie Howard going back to 1784 London in the haunting 1933 movie Berkeley Square. It was remade in 1951 with Tyrone Power as I’ll Never Forget You and that was sufficiently haunting as well…

I was particularly fascinated by the 18th century when I was a kid and I remember asking my mother, after we shopped for new school clothes at the department store Robert Hall on Devon Avenue in West Rogers Park in Chicago where I mostly grew up (after having started out on the West Side),  whether the fashions of the 18th century would ever come back. I think she said no. I just found them so much more interesting than the dull clothes we had to wear in grade school in 1959! 😉

Now I have to go listen to the theme song from the Swamp Fox on YouTube here, from that late ’50s Disney show about the Revolutionary War hero immortalized by the performance of the pre-comedic Leslie Nielsen!

Speaking of horny time travel, I did a blog in 2009 for several months called The Horny Time Traveler. It had some interesting posts. You can check it out here.

 

The pleasure of daydreams, the pain of life…

My newest ebook is part of my Specialty Library on Amazon here, which is made up of stories and novellas of other genres besides erotica. Having worked my entire adult life in porn, I am pretty aware of the wide chasm between alluring daydreams and the difficulties of real life. In this story, a man’s worship from afar of a pretty woman, who lives on the same floor as he does in his New York City apartment building, is interrupted by a terrible occurrence. He feels impotent to express his feelings but wants to rise above just living in his imagination as far as she is concerned. He wants to show his compassion instead of feeling only adoration. Can he do it? It is in fact something we all face: how to adequately express our emotions in the face of the terrible things life can throw at us.

Yes, it’s not my usual femdom erotica (at which I am still hard at work–see my previous post here!) but I hope you’ll read WHEN SHE BECAME REAL, available worldwide in the Amazon Kindle stores.

 

His mistress uses “humiliation shorthand” on him…

My newest erotica ebook–my 30th, in fact–has just been released. I’ve become fascinated by the kinky femdom humiliation potential of “pixelated porn” and this is the result. Why does “Mistress Deborah Dorayne” call it “humiliation shorthand”? Read the book and find out! Just peruse the free sample on Amazon and you’ll get a taste of what she’s talking about. She certainly teases her loyal slave in cutting edge style for 2023… 

Available at Amazon Kindle stores worldwide, such as here! Enjoy!  

Letting her slave see her bare assets would be one thing…but Mistress Deborah Dorayne goes one step further…not even letting her cuckold admirer see her heels, lingerie, dresses, or bikinis! What’s that all about?? But at least we can enjoy her in a cover shot here! 😉

Don’t miss CUCKOLD TEASED, GODDESS PLEASED!  

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Cover photo posed by professional model, image ©nickvango/Depositphotos.com.