Just published this brand new femdom fiction ebook! Click on the link for a free sample at Amazon and more info about the storyline. Enjoy!!
All I want for Christmas, ma’am, is…is…to bury my face in your b-b-boobies…
HAPPY HORNY HOLIDAYS!!! ;)
There is a real link for me between femdom fantasy and this particular season, as demonstrated by my ebooks such as SUBMIT IN THE SNOW and SHE MADE ME A CUCKOLD ON BLACK FRIDAY.
My entire current library of Kindle ebooks—21 books, with 20 being femdom erotica and one being a full-length psychological suspense novel (FATE OF A STRIPPER)—would cost an American reader $60.79. The price would comparable in other countries. All my ebooks cost $2.99 except one (SUBMIT IN THE SNOW, which is 99¢), and are comparably priced elsewhere. A very affordable price for stories you’ll enjoy reading time and again! So if you’re a fan of erotically assertive women and idolize them as I do, binge on these ebooks and treat yourself this holiday to some of the best femdom writing anywhere.
They can be read on almost any device, including smartphones, tablets, Kindle readers, and computers!
All these women on the covers, even though they are professional models, are accurate representations of their characters in the stories. Some of my earlier books have drawings on the cover, but they too accurately represent the characters.
What you SEE is what you GET! Oh yes!!
STORIES YOU CAN READ AND ENJOY AS IF THEY’RE ACTUALLY HAPPENING TO YOU.
“What a writer should try to do is to make something which will be so written that it will become a part of the experience of those who read him.” ~~Ernest Hemingway: The Writer Observed
And to those femdom fans out there with a constant appetite for POV video clips (and who clearly have the seemingly limitless wallets to buy them and to tribute their stars huge amounts of money), I say: Supplement your erotica diet with stories! You’ll be glad you did.
Great erotic entertainment awaits you.
Scroll down for the links to the Amazon stores worldwide…
…and instead of just hearing the media report on the great sales on Black Friday of new televisions…
…let’s stun the world with HIGH EROTICA EBOOK SALES this holiday season!
SHOW YOUR SUPPORT TO YOUR FAVORITE PORN WRITERS!!
Billboards are one of my favorite photographic subjects, and particularly billboards with enormous images of women. There are more than a few scattered throughout this blog. Here is my latest snapshot, a picture of a promotion for a new Amazon series that started streaming on 10/28/16. The billboard is on Broadway a few blocks above Times Square.
When I first saw the image a couple of weeks ago, when I was going to get some coffee, I was immediately struck by how familiar the girls looked, even though I didn’t know them. I thought the head bands worn by the two on the ends were odd, because at first I thought these were contemporary characters and you rarely see women wear head bands anymore. Then, when I learned the show takes place in the late 1960s (it’s about female journalists protesting their treatment in the workplace), I realized that, in a way, I did know these gals–that’s what most young ladies looked like back then.
So I get a nice little nostalgic twinge every time I see these pretty faces coming at me from long ago…
The morning after I wrote the above, the billboard was gone, replaced by something so boring it wasn’t even worth taking a picture of. So I’m glad I didn’t procrastinate about making a record of GIRLS GIRLS REVOLT while it was up.
In fact, I made several pictures of it, at different times. Here are two more, taken at night:
Although the pic is far from perfect, I do like the one where the faces are glimpsed between the trucks. I wish I’d got the exposure better, but I shot it with my flip phone.
Fortunately, I discovered there is also another, vertical version of the billboard about a block away, on Seventh Avenue, and here the girls loom large against the buildings almost assembled in an ominous mass against them…
Don’t know how long this second billboard will be up, but at least I’ve captured it. Someday I’ll have to locate the shot-on-film images I took of the huge Jessica Alba billboard that hung on the Hearst Building many years ago; I shot those pictures on film, but I can’t remember where I put the prints. Too much on my mind lately…
Well, I love my giantesses!😉
Ah, sleaze fondly remembered. To start, here is a shot I took of 46th Street and Eighth Avenue in Manhattan on Sunday morning 9/25/16, looking northwest, with the new, recently completed, and rather monolithic RIU Plaza hotel in the middle of the picture.
Once on the very site of that hotel stood two very interesting adult video stores, crammed to the tops of their shelves not only with standard hardcore movies but also intriguing exploitation and grindhouse flicks on VHS and DVD. Also there was the Full Moon Saloon near the corner, one of my favorite hangouts back in the 80s and early 90s.
I seemed to stop spending much time in bars after a good portion of the adult magazine business shifted over to Magna Publishing in New Jersey in 1993, to where I commuted frequently to assemble titles like CHEEKS, GIRLS OVER 40, SEX ACTS, and LEG WORLD. Formerly I did all my editing and writing in Manhattan, and life in New York felt strangely off-kilter when I had to reverse-commute to New Jersey. Even though, since I was a freelancer, I didn’t have to do it everyday like most of my associates, nonetheless there was always something discombobulating about it.
The old building on the left side of the picture was known back in the day to some of us sleaze aficionados as the “TV Hotel,” as in “transvestite,” because many transgender women used to ply their prostitution trade there, after meeting customers at nearby clubs and bars in Times Square. This went on back in the late 70s, early 80s. Now for many years the building has been just a regular tourist hotel.
Additional factoid, but not visible in the picture: at the vantage point from which I took this photo once stood three adult movie theaters: the Capri, the Eros, and the Venus. They are long gone and the space is now occupied by respectable bars, restaurants, and an outdoor shopping mall. If you want to read the definitive book about these theaters and the area, check out the classic volume Sleazoid Express by Bill Landis and Michelle Clifford.
The moral of my musings is simple: these builders can transform the neighborhood but never erase the lingering memories of the locals. We exist in two dimensions simultaneously: the current world of a better scrubbed, more staid New York,and the landscape of its more uninhibited and colorfully tawdry past.
Like many writers, I spend probably way too much time sitting on my butt. The heat wave we recently had here in NYC only encouraged that, keeping me indoors more than usual. But tonight was lovely outside so I made sure I took a walk after I finished my day’s cranking, and when I saw a Ninth Avenue coffee shop had an open window seat, I thought I’d treat myself to a pasta dinner instead of my usual Chinese combo takeout eaten in front of the tv at home.
The street scene was noisy and lively while I ate my salad and angelhair primavera, but I didn’t mind the clamor at all. Sometimes the very racket that makes me apoplectic when I’m alone sitting in front of my computer trying to write is soothing when I’m out amongst the human race again.
After my entree, I got some coffee and made some notes for tomorrow’s story writing for an erotica website…
When I looked up from my scribbling, the evening light on Ninth Avenue was pleasant…
But I got to thinking about the movie I saw last night on TCM, Turner Classic Movies: THE DARK CORNER, a 1946 film noir that not only took place in midtown Manhattan and Times Square, but had its gumshoe hero live at the corner of 52nd and Tenth Avenue, right in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen when it really WAS Hell’s Kitchen!
So I thought to myself, why don’t I take a walk over there to see what building he was supposed to have lived in!
After I finished my coffee, I strolled west. Lo and behold, the corner where Bradford Galt, Private Investigator, was said to have resided in 1946 looked pleasingly ungentrified in 2016, and the building seemed quite like one where the brooding Mr. Galt (well-played by Mark Stevens) could have tangled with a murderous William Bendix in the film’s most exciting scene. (I highly recommend this movie.)
True, Hell’s Kitchen—a moniker once a notorious symbol of the area’s gangs and violence—is now mostly used as a colorful name and real estate selling point for the neighborhood—more juicy sounding than what it’s also called, Clinton (after DeWitt, I presume, and not Hillary or Bill). But when you’re aware of the history of the area, it never feels fully gentrified…and of course, when you personally have a noirish point of view when it comes to life in general, the spirit of Hell’s Kitchen lives on wherever you are!
Gotta love the New York Post. I was tucking into a hardworking freelance porn writer’s humble lunch of American cheese sandwich and jalapeno potato chips when I turned to page 3 of the 7/7/16 edition, only to see this photo by Mona Kuhn for the August 2016 issue of Harper’s Bazaar:
I guess you might say I was having the “Lady Godiva and Cheese” special! But I also stopped in mid-bite, as I knew I had to record this gustatory and aesthetic moment with my point-and-shoot camera. It says in the caption that the lovely centaurix is Emily Ratajkowski, one of those names I’ve heard of but whose accomplishments I am unfamiliar with, as she no doubt is unfamiliar with mine. In any case, she makes a fetching Lady Godiva-like figure, and reminded me that I have an old poster of the 1955 Maureen O’Hara movie Lady Godiva that I should try to sell for a few bucks one of these days at the flea market.
I think it’s no coincidence that the article next to the picture is entitled “Scorcher Torture,” referring to the NYC heat wave we’re experiencing, but of course I also took it as a not so subliminal reference to Emily, the brunette goddess who on her steed so blithely gave so many of us blueballs today. Pretty feet has Miss Emily, too, for those of us attuned to such details!
Let’s take a peek into the future to find out…and I mean the FAR future…like, the 24th century future!
It’s the subject of my newest ebook on Amazon…
A rather self-absorbed horny scientist invents a time machine—yes, an actual time machine—but expressly for the purpose of having sex with women of different eras! How fucking self-absorbed can you get? Yet Raymond “Race” Ackerman is a kind of likable guy, with a good sense of humor. When he lands in 2399, he discovers that men are the puppets of the Overclass Women who rule society. Whoops! His pathway to easy pussy is over as he is informed that he will have pleasure only by handjobs performed on him at the whims of the dominatrices who gather in The Groves of Goddesses—a place formerly known as New York’s Central Park!
It’s a fast-moving, fun story that I really enjoyed writing. You can find it at Amazon U.S. here with all my other ebooks, and of course in the online Amazon stores worldwide.
Best of all from a professional writer’s point of view, I finally made the Amazon bestseller list with this new book; 2 Amazon bestseller lists, in fact—first, the Kindle Science-Fiction erotica list in the U.S.:
—and the Amazon erotica bestseller list in Japan! A special thrill because I am a big fan of Japanese erotica, femdom and otherwise, and have always wanted readers to enjoy my own work there.
Time travel has long been one of my fantasy interests, and I even did a blog devoted to it several years ago called The Horny Time Traveler which you can find here. Check it out, and I hope you’ll read and enjoy FEMDOM NEW YORK 2399 A.D. too. Let me know what you think with a comment here, or on Twitter @irvoneil, or with a brief review on Amazon or Goodreads!
The cover photo, which I got at the stock photography house 123RF.com, was shot by nejron, whose portfolio you can see here.