Porn scribe’s diary 8/10/12: Nude girl observed by handsome madman!

I burned myself out last week, I think, writing more than 14,000 words for websites, magazines, and a new femdom Kindle ebook. My eyes have felt strained all this weekend, so I’ve been writing in short bursts on Twitter just to keep my hand in, as writers are wont to do. Follow me there until I put a new lengthy post up here in a few days.

But hey, since I don’t believe any post here is complete without some nice eye candy, here’s something I stumbled on last week–a cover from the old sci-fi mag Amazing Stories.

I found it at a cool blog called Erotic Mad Science here. Check it out! It has a cool two-part essay starting here about the kinds of gals who submit to experiments in sci-fi stories, whom the author calls “Kitty Carrolls” after a character in the 40s movie The Invisible Woman.

By the way, the story The Girl Who Loved Death has been re-released in an Armchair Fiction paperback utilizing the cover image above. I haven’t read it, and I don’t have anything to do with the publication, but you can find it at Amazon here.

 

Sardax brings visual life to one of my beautifully cruel heroines!

It was a long week of writing. I just got back a couple of hours ago from dinner with a friend down in Union Square. What an unbelievably bustling place it is, especially at night. The lights from the stores, the sounds of traffic, the rush of walkers and cars, the constant interweaving through masses of people on the asphalt. As I walked my friend over to catch his bus afterward, my eyes were constantly enraptured by the many beautiful young women, especially Asians. It is strange and terrible to have them so visible to me, so palpable in their charms, and yet to be myself so invisible to them. But such is the fate of the ordinary looking middle-aged man.

This feeling of unworthiness and yearning before the eroticism of the vibrant young Asian female is one of the emotional currents running through my femdom story Learning to be Cruel, which I published just about one year ago in Kindle ebook format on Amazon, and which continues to steadily sell.

Although I am not an artist, I designed this cover myself and it captures the spirit of my dominant heroine. As I have said many times on this blog before, I have chosen to do the covers this way because I want the ebooks to evoke the homemade quality of the underground fetish booklets that used to be a staple in some of the adult bookstores around Times Square, and which have become prized collector’s items. Ideally, I should make printed copies of my stories for those who’d like to read them in traditional form, and I may do that at some point in the future.

Recently I started corresponding with the great British femdom artist Sardax, who illustrated a few of my short stories back in the Leg Show magazine days of editor Dian Hanson in the 1990s and early 2000s. I wrote a story for him entitled The Pit,  which was inspired by a picture he did, and which was published on his site The Femdom Art of Sardax. I sent him a copy of Learning to be Cruel just for his interest, and he liked it and decided to make an illustration of it for the site.

He recently joined Twitter at @sardax and has posted two stages of the illustration as he develops it, and which he has allowed me to share here.

I like how the picture is developing, how the tilt of the head in the second step emphasizes not only her dominance but also allows the light to better bring out her Asian features. Ah, a femme fatale is emerging!

Although this scene does not illustrate an actual occurrence in my story (although it does take place in a restaurant and there is much humiliation of the man with food and drink by the woman), I said to Sardax that this could have happened–and she could have poured her drink on her leg–if the restaurant in the story were bigger and the tables weren’t at such close quarters! In any case, it captures the feeling of the story.

It’s fun to see an artist take the story into another possible direction in his interpretation. I’ll post more of these steps in the illustration of Learning to be Cruel as Sardax posts them on Twitter.

And, if you’re curious to read the tale yourself, visit my Amazon page here. You’ll can also find information about my other Kindle ebooks here.

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LATE BREAKING NEWS!

I feel like I’m in an old Warner Brothers newspaper movie here. Just as I finished this post, I saw that Sardax posted the final version of the illustration on Twitter. So let’s stop the digital presses and show it here:

The man now looks more like the character Lester in my story, younger and less bulky, and his expression accurately reflects the mix of desire and ambivalence in Lester’s feelings for the powerful, manipulative young woman named Meirong–which means “beautiful face” in Chinese.

As for Meirong in the illo, I’m ready to get down on my knees for her myself…in a restaurant, Union Square, or wherever she chooses! Her shadowy full thighs in particular beckon my ardent worship…

Alas, I am afraid she would find me a very disrespectful slave. Perhaps she would have to slap me?

I also like that there is now a very subtle smile on the edge of her mouth in this final version, which reflects her delicious mockery of Lester in the story.

Anyway, before I go off into my reveries, let me remind you that you can view the full-size illustration and read an extract of my story inside the members’ area at The Femdom Art of Sardax!

LATEST DEVELOPMENT–SATURDAY AFTERNOON 6/30/12!

Like any dedicated artist, Sardax often tweaks his work in an ever-evolving state of beauty, and has added a couple of more refinements to the illustration. It’s up now with my story excerpts at his site, so I hope you’ll check it out and enjoy the contrasts in various versions. Let us know how you like it by leaving your comments here or via his site.

 

 

Indulge yourself in femdom fantasy!

I spend a good deal of time on Twitter to promote my ebooks. However I wonder how effective a promotional tool it has been. Presumably the Twitter followers I have, who are growing in number but are still comparatively modest, already know about my ebooks, so they probably scroll past my nightly plugs for the tomes. So who sees the new tweets and plugs? I guess mostly when they are retweeted by various Twitter acquaintances, some of whom have many more followers.

The sales for my ebooks have been steady but modest. I have thus far concentrated on my femdom erotica, which is my specialty. My best selling book is LEARNING TO BE CRUEL.

Chinese-American grad student humiliates middle-aged admirer in a restaurant...and he loves it.

My next bestselling book is TOES ARE FOR SUCKING. It has slowly gained an audience. I think the title is a little too blunt and that has hurt it a little. But I’m reluctant to change a title or a cover once I’ve put it up. The story starts out with a light touch and then gets more serious. I surprised myself when I was writing it, or should I say the dominant young woman in the story surprised me and my protagonist with her abrupt assumption of a domineering attitude after being rather sweet.

I got the idea for this while daydreaming over coffee in a fast food restaurant.

SPELL OF DOMINANCE seems to be a bit of an orphan–it’s the slowest and smallest seller of my books, even though it has five complete short stories. I wonder why; it’s really like a nice little buffet of femdom treats, and a good introduction to the world of my stories where men surrender with varying degrees of subservience to the skillful manipulations of beautiful, controlling women.

Five dominatrixes in five stories. Lots of ideas for roleplay!

SHE MADE ME A CUCKOLD is my latest story and it is shaping up into a fast seller like LEARNING TO BE CRUEL. Like the earlier book, the story deals with an Asian dominatrix, one of my own personal fascinations. Of course, the cuckold fetish is very popular now, and the way I have a young Chinese stripper flaunt her infidelity in front of her older sugar daddy is prime cuckolding.

Her name is Orchid. Her game is humiliation!

I design these covers myself. I’m not much of an artist, and as a former magazine editor I have access to professional artists and photographers should I need them; but I wanted to give my ebooks a unique look that captures the feeling of the kinky small-press booklets sold in porno shops back in the less technological days–booklets that I found to be catnip to my imagination. And I must say the ladies on my covers capture the personalities of my heroines quite accurately. Or are they more in the line of a villainess? You decide! Visit my Amazon pages in the U.S., United Kingdom, Germany, and France and check ‘em out. And feel free to leave your feedback of any kind on this blog or in reviews on Amazon. Thank you.

 

Teases and temptations of the Twitterdommes…

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve started using Twitter as a means of promoting both my erotica ebooks and my blog, and it is really fascinating and more than a little addictive. I am a longtime “browser” of books and libraries and the Internet, so of course Twitter with its mix of links is catnip to me.

I “follow” a mix of people on Twitter in my usual eclectic fashion that reflects my interests in erotica, literature, entertainment, and current events. I’ve particularly been commenting on the tweets of like-minded purveyors of femdom erotic fantasy, all of whom are women who run websites and video “clip stores” that convey their brands of domination over submissive males. Some of these women call their slaves “losers” and many of their slaves like that. They tease them for having “small dicks” and threaten them with the horror and pleasure of humiliating cuckoldry. These women call themselves goddesses and princesses and humiliatrixes, among their various self-bestowed appellations, and many photos and videos show them vivaciously and with gleeful cruelty giving the finger to their horny acolytes. Or making the “loser” sign by forming an “L” with their thumb and forefinger. Many of these Twitterdommes also urge or command their admirers to buy them gifts in a practice known as “financial domination” which is shortened to “findom.”

"I'll drain that little dick wimp dry and it'll make my pussy wet!"

Now, I have my own fetishes, like preferences for an attractive face and good legs and round butts and pretty feet; and I like all sorts of femdom roleplaying, where the woman is the temporary master of the man. Be my stern mistress, or my corrective governess, or my seductive college student, or my teasingly trampy neighbor, or my evil spanking landlady–I love it, in fantasy play that doesn’t put me into hock.

"Worship me. Recite little poems about how you will serve!"

But one fetish I have never had–or perhaps it can better be described as a compulsion–is to give women money. I get no special thrill out of that. I don’t like to be drained of my dough and be made to feel like a fool…or a loser. For example, I have always disliked and distrusted arrogant strippers whose attitude clearly is, “What is MY money doing in YOUR wallet?”

In strip clubs and whorehouses, money was only a means to enable me to have some time with the lady. It wasn’t used to show the girl that I was a sucker and that she should laugh at me for wanting her, or that the idea that I would want her was so ridiculous that she should “punish” me for it. I was never a wild spender. I wasn’t ungenerous, just cautious given my always comparatively limited means. In titty bars, I have never been to the champagne room, if you know what I mean. Having a drink and lapdance with a girl out in the main area of the club was always enough for me.

But if I was friendly with a peeler, I would always tip her well and, for example, get her a small Christmas gift just to show my appreciation. Or buy her a book I thought she might enjoy. I used to run out and pick up cigarettes or sodas for fantasy booth girls of whom I was a regular customer. One time I cemented a friendship with a dancer–within the strip club, that is–by running out and buying her the first order of sushi–California rolls–that she ever had.

However, if guys get off giving their money to the financial dommes, that’s their business. And I have to admit the creative bitchiness of some of these dommes, demanding to be “spoiled” and treated like royalty, is entertaining and sometimes arousing. As is clear in my own erotica like Learning to Be Cruel, Spell of Dominance, and Toes Are For Sucking, I am turned on by bitchy women, but for me it is a fine line that these “findommes” tread between being stimulating and disturbing. No doubt about it, though, some of them are most temptingly attractive…and out of their lips, sometimes even the word “loser” sounds as endearing as any sweet nothing…and they get my little willie winking, God help me!!!

The greatness of man is that he can go "arf-arf" for a woman yet still create civilizations.