Erotica readers have power

Spend your New Year’s holiday (at some point!) with femdom erotica~~

How two people found each other femdom-style during the pandemic…
A story of extreme teasing with a little financial domination also in the mix!
She had a unique take on one of the classics of piano literature!

…I wish I could say otherwise, but my ebooks don’t sell a lot of copies. They do sell a certain amount steadily every month, and have for several years, but just not as many copies as I would hope for. I’ve done many things to promote these stories…like this blog; wrote a column called “Notes of a Rebel Subbie” for the late lamented Domme Dose site from late 2011 to early 2014, which provided me a forum for my raunchy ramblings and got me interacting with dommes and subs; I still actively promote the books on Twitter; and I’ve done several interviews about my work, the most prominent of which can be found here ; and here is the write-up I gave it earlier on this blog. There was another good lengthy Q&A, done by Gracie Passette, as mentioned here, but that seems to have disappeared online along with the site it appeared on,

So. I guess unless some famous personage (fill in your choices) embraces my work in public online, the sales will continue to trudge along at their faithful but skimpy pace. 😉

Meanwhile, let me note that the readers of erotica truly have power to alleviate a smut-scribe’s periodic fits of gloom. To wit (as they used to write, and sometimes I love to write that way), a brief comment I received a few mornings ago, after peering at a barren stretch on my Amazon sales report, really picked up my spirits:

A porn writer with self-esteem issues gets a very healing treatment in this one! For my earliest books, I created to the best of my crude ability hand-drawn covers in the style of old school fetish booklets once found in the porn shops of Times Square.

Originally, Mommy’s Little Dunce was graced with an illustration by Sardax when it was first published in LEG SHOW in the late ’90s, and you can see, and read about, that gorgeous art here.

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Reviews and comments are so important. No writer I know wants to feel he or she is sending work out into a vacuum, so rest assured, readers–your words, positive or negative, are meaningful. On a blog, on Twitter, on Amazon. Like these…

Or these for Rule by Cleavage!

And one more!

So, just to know that you are listening is a balm to the spirit! THANKS for reading!

Happy 2021, and I’ll have news here shortly of a new ebook soon to be published. Meanwhile, you can check out my current femdom books (and psychological suspense novel Fate of a Stripper) here on Amazon. Pleasant and kinky daydreams to all!


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Posted by on December 30, 2020 in Erotica


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Porn: exactly the way your business needs it!

Hello! Irv O. Neil here. For potential clients, as well as those who follow my porn writing odyssey through this blog (which I’ve been doing since 2011), here is an update about my recent accomplishments.

A porn industry forum post from 2018 sums up my approach today as well. Click to enlarge!

As a freelancer, I am always looking for more assignments, especially steady accounts for whom I can write over the long term. But I am interested in all work to which I can bring my talents for writing, editing, photo selection, and my encyclopedic knowledge of erotica. I can also write on a variety of mainstream topics.

Whether you have a site which requires a lot of copy, or a fantasy you wish to see come to life in a commissioned short story to your specifications, I can help you.

I am a one-man shop, with a “country doctor” approach, as explained in the image above. In fact, many people over the years have even called me “Doc,” as in “Doctor of Pornology.” 😉 You deal directly with me. Just drop me an email at

In a manner of speaking, you come into my office, sit down, tell me what you need, and I write it. It can be as simple as that.


One of my regular accounts since April 2016 has been; I do their Twitter account @DommeAddiction.

Using something of the same approach as I did when editing magazines, I bring a personalized touch to the social media as “Tweetmeister Irv” while posting about the femdom video previews and interviews on the site, as well as interacting with dommes, clip creators, and the site’s fans and followers.  Below are a few sample tweets I wrote for the DommeAddiction timeline…

The full Twitter for @DommeAddiction can be found here. Since I took over this account, it has grown from 1700 to almost 18,000 followers all over the world.

In another recent assignment for the same account, I also did a long review for Domme Addiction about the mainstream novel EDGE PLAY by Jane Boon, published this past July 2020, which deals with BDSM from a unique Wall Street perspective. That review can be found here.


Another of my recent jobs was working on articles, video descriptions, and mini porn star profiles such as these for the sites,, and

I’ve done a tremendous amount of writing for this account, on a wide spectrum of topics ranging from Japanese fetishes like “ahegao” (orgasm-face) to profiles of the top transgender porn stars to product descriptions of sex toys and lingerie; seamlessly integrating the appropriate SEO keywords as well.


For my longtime client and Tortured, I recently did more titles and video descriptions. A few examples:


For the British site, I wrote sexy humorous descriptions of some of their video series. Two samples:


And finally, for my own self-publishing enterprise, I put up a timely erotic novella in June 2020 dealing with how the problems of social distancing during the NYC lockdown could be overcome with imaginatively kinky encounters tailored to the era of the 2020 pandemic:

As with the magazines I edited, I take special pride in selecting the covers of my ebooks.

Mistress Paige and slave danny communicate through provocative notes they slip under each other’s apartment door. Paige gets the ball rolling with her first note:

You can see a longer preview of this book and the many positive reviews it has gotten at my Amazon page here…as well as the full lineup of the many other ebooks I’ve published since 2011 here. I purchase the cover images I currently use from an account I have with a stock photography agency.


So you see here a few examples of the work I’ve done recently. For a fuller picture of my range of work, visit my previous round-up of recent writing here or my more extensive portfolio here .

And again, you can reach me with inquiries at

Now let me help you meet your adult business writing needs with the imagination, quality, efficiency, and professionalism I have delivered to over four decades’ worth of clients in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Europe. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

~~Irv O. Neil

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Posted by on November 11, 2020 in Erotica


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Fiction therapy

Things I have read lately…fiction helps me keep my sanity in tough times.

The late film critic Stanley Kauffmann was a good novelist too, and A New Desire is an absorbing book about a former professor trying to get into the business world in the 1950s. He is involved with two different types of women. What I liked about this were the characterizations and the interior dialogue that analyzed in detail the emotions set off by business negotiations and love relationships.

Hostage for a Hood is by the heist novel specialist Lionel White. It’s available on Kindle ebook and I recommend it. I read my fragile vintage copy and was entertained thoroughly by this intricate story of an ordinary housewife who stumbles into a robbery situation and ends up as a hostage. White could tell an intricate crime story with the precision of a well-made timepiece. Very satisfying and exciting.

Now I am in the middle of Stoner by John Williams, the fictional story of William Stoner, an English professor at the University of Missouri in the first half of the 20th century. He is married to a strange woman whose cruelty to him, in a domestic rather than criminal fashion, strikes me as more devastating than any of the shady erotic manipulations of “broads” “skirts,” and “dames” in the 1950s noir novels that I also love. I’m near the end of Stoner and I’m glad to see the professor is, at the moment, involved in a tender love affair with one of his former students, now a teaching colleague. Stoner is a good guy and deserves a break from the bitch at home.

Stoner is a book I’ve wanted to read for years, and I bought a copy right before NYC locked down in late March. I only finally got to reading it now, and I’m really enjoying its psychological insight and exquisite writing.


P.S. 11/1/20

I finished reading Stoner last night and it was overwhelming in its emotion, its forgiveness of human frailty, and in its picture of an ordinary man’s life in all its unavoidable messiness and bewildering failures and quiet triumphs. Highly recommended if you enjoy an honest look at life.

You might ask, what do books like Stoner or A New Desire or Hostage for a Hood have to do with the theme of this blog, Erotica Is My Trade? Simply, by reading beautifully done works like this, and the various other books I mention now and then elsewhere on the blog, I enrich and educate myself in my own craft of writing. It is very relevant indeed.

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Posted by on October 31, 2020 in Erotica


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Gimme that old time dystopia…

…it sure beats the one we’re living through right now!

And to escape from the spectacle of 2020, I’ve been reading a number of things. One which has been giving me a lot of pleasure is the Avon Fantasy Reader #13 from 1950, edited by Donald Wollheim, a legendary name in science fiction history.

Too bad we can’t find magazines like this on newsstands today! Wait a minute..there are hardly any newsstands left anymore… 😮


The title story, “The Love Slave and the Scientists,” by Frank Belknap Long, which inspired the cover by artist Manuel Rey Isip (according to the Internet Speculative Fiction Database here)  is set in a “utopia” where men take their extramarital pleasures with lovely androids. But times haven’t changed that much…these fellas don’t like their wives to do similarly with male androids! An enjoyable, witty tale.

Even better is a story called “Original Sin” by S. Fowler Wright, wherein humankind overthinks itself into extinction…but its one hope for starting again has an unexpected twist that shows people will stay people, and fallible, no matter how you think you can perfect them.

And best of all is “The Forgotten Planet,” by Sewell Peaslee Wright, from 1930, which almost seems like something of a forerunner of the 1960s Star Trek series, complete with a spaceship run along nautical lines by a brave captain (Captain John Hanson) and staffed with loyal officers who try to prevent him from doing things like going on perilous missions by himself…shades of Kirk, Spock, and Bones! I highly recommend this imaginative tale. You can find an informative article about the sadly forgotten but very talented author here

…and you can enjoy all these stories yourself on the Internet Archive here! Maybe they’ll also take your mind for a little while off the stresses of life today.


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Posted by on September 30, 2020 in Pulp fiction art


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Temptresses are eternal…

Nothing beats a good femme fatale for satisfying entertainment, in my estimation, whether in films or books.

Fashions change but temptresses are eternal.

Janis Carter vamps in Night Editor from 1946…she’s got some nasty plans…

I like to take pictures of actresses right off the tv screen.


Janis works her wiles on William Gargan, a tough cop–and her adulterous lover–who’s struggling under her tricky spell:


He listens patiently as she tries to pull the wool over his eyes…


Of course, with someone as beautiful as Janis in front of his eyes, this is fairly easily accomplished…


…but as you can see from his evolving expression…


…Bill wisely remains on his guard as she tries to pull a fast one! (I’m not giving away any spoilers. This is noir. You know things like this happen in noir between dames and gents.) Anyway, Janis plays one tenacious temptress here and Bill has his hands full, even though he’s got luscious Jeff Donnell at home as his wife. If Jeff (her childhood nickname) had been my spouse, I would never have strayed in the first place. She is one of my faves, one of those under-celebrated glories of Golden Age Hollywood. (This is a studio glamour portrait, not Jeff’s character in Night Editor of a lovely but very worried housewife.)


After I put up this post, I heard that Night Editor will be the first presentation of TCM’s new Noir Alley season on 9/6/20 at 10 a.m. EST, so you can see what Janis, Jeff and Bill were up to in this fun noir. I’ve added a few more screen caps to my original post that I’d still had in my files.

Meanwhile, on the contemporary front, my own femme fatale creation Valerie Vickers vamps Vic Vanner in FATE OF A STRIPPER, available on Amazon here.

(“Valerie Vickers” is the character’s name, not the name of the model who posed for this cover–who is the perfect physical embodiment of the character. The photo credit is in the image.)


A review by reader P. Slim:

The book is my pride and joy, a psychological suspense noir novel set in contemporary Times Square as it was right up to the pandemic. I hope you’ll try it!


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Unemployed Wall Street Woman Takes an Arousing Detour into the Life of a Professional Dominatrix


A novel by Jane Boon

Reviewed by Irv O. Neil

I really enjoyed this well-written first novel by Jane Boon and want to share with you about it. It tells of an investment banker named Amy who loses her job in the 2007/2008 business world meltdown and subsequent Great Recession. It turns out her best friend from college, Erika, leads a double life as an art gallery owner and secret dominatrix, and when Erika has to go to Europe for a few months, she suggests in true Best Friend Forever style that Amy fill in for her in the dungeon. Erika commands top fees in the BDSM field–thousands per session–and so will Amy, meaning that she’ll be able to pay her bills while looking for a new job on Wall Street. 

Although she’s reluctant at first, not being particularly kink-minded (although she does have a well-described taste for erotic adventures at hotel bars when the urge for uncomplicated sex hits her), Amy is intrigued at this opportunity not only to be able to continue paying back her student loans, but to do something out of the box, defying her usual more conventional approach to living. In other words, as a dominatrix, Amy gets a taste of the outlaw life and enjoys it. But she also views it realistically in its complexity and psychological and financial pitfalls, so she’s a perfect narrator for readers, both women and men, who are curious about the S&M world but don’t necessarily want to take a deep dive into the darkest depths of dominance and submission. Edge Play is pervy and hot, but not as twisted as some BDSM fiction can be when designed for unrestrained aficionados of femdom fantasies and the “female-led” lifestyle. 

Erika instructs Amy in basic dominatrix craft in her dungeon, introducing Amy to clients and giving her sufficient know-how to wield the whip. Amy gets tutored in everything from costuming herself for maximum effect to caning a submissive male’s behind for memorable pain and enjoyment.

Amy takes to her new, temporary job, witnessing an angle on power games quite different from the ones she observed on Wall Street. She sees millionaires and billionaires, the kind of men she dealt with at her old gig, in a new and revealing light as they come to her for discipline and punishment. But she also sees their vulnerabilities too, as she gets to know a couple of them more intimately in this story which packs into its fast-moving pages revealing romance and tenderness, as well as female dominance.

Amy indeed goes to the “edge” in the story, both in the sexual relationships she develops during her new domme life, as well as when she discovers some very unpleasant maneuvers by her former boss in the financial jungle. He doesn’t end up in her dungeon, but she teaches him a stern lesson nonetheless. With new found confidence from her life in the domme demimonde, Amy does what’s necessary to land on top of all the situations that challenge her as author Jane Boon wraps up this entertaining story.

Although all the loose ends are tied up at the end of the novel, Amy is a good character and it would be fun to see her in a sequel, perhaps drawn back into the dominatrix life somehow!

P.S. Jane sent me a complimentary copy of the book, skillfully bound in rope as you see in the pictures below. Now I just have to find someone to tie me up with it! 😉

EDGE PLAY is available online at Amazon worldwide, in both paperback and ebook format.


Jane did the knots herself, as intricately as she spun her heroine’s tale of explorations in the femdom realm!



Posted by on July 27, 2020 in, ebooks, Erotica, Kindle


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Femdom desires during the 2020 New York City pandemic lockdown…

Find out what Mistress Paige did during the 2020 New York City pandemic “shelter-in-place” lockdown with her neighbor slave danny in my new femdom erotica ebook, available worldwide in the Amazon Kindle stores. Click here to enjoy a free preview!

As with many of my ebooks, the image of the cover model set off my imagination. And this picture itself figures in the story, as you will see when you read it!


The lockdown has been an intense experience for many, and this is a fictional story of how two people inventively explore their kinky sexuality while maintaining social distancing. Check out the preview to see what they do…

Hurry to your local Amazon Kindle store and grab a copy now for only $2.99 (or the equivalent in your country). And please let me know how you like the story by leaving a comment here, on Twitter @irvoneil, or with a review on Amazon. Thanks, and enjoy!


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The femdom mannequin

I have lots of pictures on my phone. Was just going through them. Here is a pic I look several months ago of a surly-looking mannequin in the window of a women’s clothing store near Times Square. Don’t mess with her!

I wonder what she’s pissed off about. Maybe the fact that it’s difficult for me not to look at her c-c-cleavage and also see that her n-n-nipples are stiff? 😮

The red dress makes her extra compelling to me as well. But maybe she doesn’t want me to ogle her?

Well, I could probably write a fictional story about her just to figure what’s going through her head, but then I remember: she’s a mannequin, and somebody designed her to look this way. Unless machines design mannequins now.

So maybe a better piece of fiction would be to imagine what might have been going through the head of the designer of such a surly mannequin!

Or a fictional tale imagining the person who bought or rented such cruel looking mannequin for a store…

The femdom mannequin!


Photo copyright 2020 Irv O. Neil

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Posted by on May 31, 2020 in New York City, Times Square


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Fond farewell to Japan’s Namio Harukawa, phenomenal artist of femdom

The great Japanese artist of femdom erotica, Namio Harukawa, died of cancer last week, 4/24/20, at the age of 72 or 73, and when I read the news (in the middle of a sleepless night) via a tweet posted by my colleague, the equally great British artist of femdom erotica, Sardax, I felt as if a part of my own consciousness had broken off and drifted away into eternity. Namio Harukawa dead? Not existing on this planet anymore? I felt similarly when I heard that Kirk Douglas, another important figure in my psyche, had passed away. Kirk?? Not amongst us anymore?? Hard to believe, yet it was true.

Namio Harukawa became most famous for his obsession with facesitting femmes, but to me personally that was never the focal point of his artistic achievement. It was the power of his women, psychologically and physically, that riveted my imagination in the many scenarios he depicted.

His work has been part of my femdom mindset and my aesthetic/erotic outlook for more than thirty years, ever since I first discovered him when I started editing CHEEKS magazine in late 1988, and I wrote a brief appreciation of him therein (and which you can read here). As his skill and artistry grew over the years, my admiration only increased. I wished I’d had a chance to meet and talk with him, but that never happened as he was in Japan and I was in America. In fact, in general he seemed a very elusive presence, except for his art–which became ubiquitous on the Web.

What I particularly always loved was how he portrayed an atmosphere of psychological ambiguity through his use of dramatic lighting that reminded me of what I saw in Japanese softcore erotic movies or films noir. Namio seemed to be saying (at least to me): yes, femdom is exciting, facesitting and plush domineering women et al are thrilling, but there can be an emotional price that comes with these fetishes, these passions, these pursuits. This message was in the lighting, the atmosphere often surrounding his characters–and I use the term “characters” deliberately, rather than just “figures”, because the men and women in Namio’s pictures seemed like characters: part of a continuing femdom psychodrama playing in his head, and through his works, in ours.


I feel similarly about Namio’s death to what I felt when I heard that the wonderful American composer Bernard Herrmann died in 1976. I’d admired Herrmann since I’d heard his score for Hitchcock’s North by Northwest in the early ’60s on tv, without then knowing his name; then I became a devoted fan after picking up his seminal recording, Music from Great Film Classics, in 1970; and his sudden death on Christmas Eve 1975 hours after completing his recording of the score for Taxi Driver was a sad shock. He was only in his mid-sixties and I, like all his fans, had looked forward to many more years of his fabulous creations.

Like Herrmann, Namio Harukawa was an artist not celebrated so much in the mainstream, but more someone revered in the specialist circles: fans of film music, and of femdom art. Herrmann and Harukawa were our artists, speaking especially to our unique interests, giants to us–and we knew they’d be giants to more people if they could only be discovered more widely and understood and judged on their own terms, not on some stuffy and condescending academic-critical musical or art history perspective. It is good to see, then, that Bernard Herrmann became more generally famous and celebrated after his death, and I have the feeling it will be the same with Namio Harukawa. His public recognition was broadened last year with a book and exhibit in Japan, and I think more salutes will follow as fans share their love for his work and they catch the eye of newcomers.

Rest in peace, Namio Harukawa, Master Artist of Femdom. Your work will live on forever.

For Sardax’s remembrance of Namio, please go here.


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Empty New York City, March 19, 2020

On March 19, 2020 I walked downtown (as opposed to taking the subway in these coronavirus times) from midtown to Union Square. It was about a two mile walk, maybe a little more, in each direction back and forth. I had an appointment at 2:20 p.m. to finish my application for the New York City ID card, which I want. Unfortunately for me, the city had decided to close all the application offices that very morning due to virus concerns, issuing this closure apparently just after I had called 311 earlier to confirm they were indeed still going to be open. So when I got down there, the ID office was shuttered and I couldn’t finish the application.

It was a dreary, gray day, but as I walked I took pictures of the empty city. I took more than these but these were the best. You can click on them to make them larger. Because it was so deserted, I made it downtown and uptown very quickly, even with tarrying to take photos now and then.

Times Square…the military recruitment center and the Strand Bookstore stall…


When I got down to 12th and Broadway, near Union Square, I saw the main store of the Strand, minus its daily assortment of outdoor stalls…

I believe the people on the left of the photo were waiting in line to get into a store that was selling items like hand sanitizer.


When I walked back up, along Eighth Avenue, I passed the huge main post office at 31st Street. There were almost no people…just pigeons.


And I noticed that today, 3/30/20, despite it being a Monday, there was no mail delivery, at least in the building where I live.

When I went out briefly tonight–I still try to get some daily exercise, a one mile walk–it was so deserted and quiet when I was hurrying through Columbus Circle that I heard could hear the Altoid mints rattling around in the little Peter Driben pinup box I carry in my pocket.


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