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Blonde giantess flashes her gat in Times Square…

I wish I could love Times Square the way I used to love it, when it was awash in sleazy gritty appeal. Long gone. Sigh…

It looks glitzy here (50th Street and Broadway this summer of 2017) but it’s oh so “family-friendly.”

What about us solitary souls, us dreamers and wanderers? It’s not so much for us anymore…

One afternoon I had a coffee in an Eighth Avenue food court as I read a lovely crumbling paperback by Jerome Weidman about a young writer getting started in the 1930s…full of colorful dialogue as Weidman depicted the striving of Jewish-American immigrants in the challenging fabric of the big town…

Last weekend I saw how construction had revealed, at 47th and Seventh Avenue, in the heart of Times Square, this old brick front between all the signs and I wondered, what went on in behind those windows back in the day?

I know that in the early 80s, a girlie magazine photographer used to have his studio right around here. I wondered if those perhaps were his windows? Even if they weren’t, it’s a nice thought…

I went to Penn Station earlier this month, eight blocks below Times Square, to catch a train. I had a book with me. As I sat in the waiting room, I saw how some girls had placed their doll companions on their suitcases…

Then I went back to reading a story by John O’Hara about a guy who’s looking for a big card game…he never finds it.

I love John O’Hara’s stories.

In the old days the giant signs in Times Square were called “spectaculars.” I don’t know if they still are, but I think this billboard of Charlize Theron, in her recent movie Atomic Blonde, would qualify for the moniker. Lookit the giantess flash that roscoe! A dangerous doll with a gat.

So I guess there still are things for me to love in Times Square! 😉

 

 


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Posted by on August 29, 2017 in New York City, Times Square

 

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My teacher wrote naughty books…

Well, I’m exaggerating a little in the title to get your attention…I do have elements in my personality of the carnival sideshow barker, which came in handy when writing cover lines for porn mags! 😉  In any case, the late novelist and creative writing teacher R.V. Cassill, who was long associated with the famed Writers’ Workshop at the University of Iowa, was never directly my instructor–I never met him or physically took a class from him–but I learned many fiction skills from him. You see, besides writing several paperback novels in the 50s and 60s like 1959’s fascinatingly lurid and utterly absorbing The Wife Next Door (a Gold Medal book that would have been classified as pretty naughty in its time), he also wrote an influential instructional text entitled Writing Fiction that I picked up freshman year in college (1969-70) and studied carefully to learn the craft of writing short stories.

Cassill recommended the study of several stories included in his book, among which were Anton Chekhov’s “The Lady with the Pet Dog”, the tale of a nineteenth century married Russian man and his affair with an equally married woman; and its structure became, I’ve long thought, somewhat of a template for the many stories I’ve written over forty years of one man and one woman and what happens when they meet, especially in a kind of “pick-up” situation as in Chekhov’s tale. My stories, of course, are explicit whereas Chekhov’s was subtle (and believe me, I am in no way comparing our levels of achievement), but the idea of “life lessons learned” through erotic encounters is frequently the undercurrent in my work as well as in this great story by Master Anton.

I was delighted to see that “The Lady with the Pet Dog” was recently included in Rowan Pelling’s collection Erotic Stories from Britain’s Everyman’s Pocket Classics. I’ve always considered it an erotic tale in a genteel, quiet way, and it seems finally I’m not alone in that estimation. Ms. Pelling is also the editor of the new British print magazine The Amorist, dedicated to literary erotica and arts. You can visit their site here.

But getting back to Cassill: my original copy of Writing Fiction was full of my scribbled reactions and thoughts from when I studied it back in the early 70s. A few years ago I picked up another copy of the same edition at a paperback collector’s show, and perhaps someday I will fill it with new markings if and when I give myself a refresher course. Not that I’ve ever stopped being a “writing student”–many, many of the books I’ve enjoyed over the years are filled with jottings and notes in my “osmosis” method of soaking up technique to keep my “job skills” sharp while having fun reading.

Right now I’m into another one of Cassill’s paperback originals, Naked Morning. Like The Wife Next Door, it’s set at the Midwestern “Blackhawk University” which was Cassill’s fictional stand-in for the University of Iowa.

Ironically, long before I read any of Cassill’s novels or knew of his transmutation of the University of Iowa U into Blackhawk U, when I wrote porn novels in 1974-75 I fictionalized my own alma mater in Ohio as “Hindenburg College” for my book Teasing Teenage Daughter (the publishers’ slightly amended version of my original title, The Professor’s Lustful Daughter). Inevitable, I suppose, since we’re often taught to write from our own experiences…I still pay that imaginary campus a visit every now and then, too, as one of my Twitter friends, Fast Pauly, will attest! 😉  The latest example is OBEY YOUR TUTOR, one of my Kindle femdom erotica ebooks, available on Amazon here. For adults only, of course.

R.V. Cassill died several years ago, but his skilled teaching through Writing Fiction, and his ability to mix thoughtful and insightful prose with sensational plot elements in his paperbacks, guarantee that I’ll have much more entertainment to enjoy from his pen. Look for his books on Amazon too, especially Writing Fiction. There are plenty of reading copies available for just a few bucks, so you can make your own notes and jottings as you study the lovely art of telling stories.


 

By the way, there’s an interesting review of The Wife Next Door at a site called NeglectedBooks.com here, dedicated to worthy yet unjustly forgotten literature. There’s a review of Naked Morning as well but I haven’t read that one yet since I’m still in the middle of the novel.

 

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Erotic phantoms of NYC’s Eighth Avenue…

One thing that fascinates me is what existed in certain spaces before what is there now. I always remember the previous tenants, especially if they have some erotic or sleazy context… 😉

For example, the northeast stretch of Eighth Avenue between 45th and 46th Streets:

This used to have three notorious porn theaters: the Capri (where the parking lot is now on the left); and the gay-themed Eros and the hetero-themed Venus. I can’t help but see in my mind the facades of those vanished edifices superimposed over the hordes of tourists who now stroll by and patronize the restaurants and bar and open-air market that now inhabit those urban footprints.

A block up to 47th and Eighth, across the street on the northwest side, is a marquee for what is now a sightseeing business:

Previously in the 1980s this space housed the Hollywood Twin Cinemas, but even before that in the 1970s the mezzanine was utilized for part of a massage parlor. Back in the 70s (not now!!) the entrance way on the left (painted red now) led to an elevator that took you up to the mezzanine and the girls who were sitting there. But BEFORE that mezzanine was used, and even before the theater showed porn films, not the mainstream Hollywood fare that came in the 80s, the massage parlor was just a street-level storefront on the left where the glass windows of the Duane Reade drugstore now are in 2017.

The very space where those donuts now lay placidly in their display case was, around 1975, the entrance alcove of the massage parlor, where I met one blonde girl named Lydia with whom I first acted out femdom roleplay fantasies (foot and butt worship) and visited several times; and another blonde named Goldie who, on one particularly cold winter night, gave my lonely bones a friendly hug and rubdown, and warm interesting conversation in which she told me she was a descendant of an early American president! I re-created some of that dialogue in the first porn film I wrote, 1987’s Adultery.

This stretch of street was immortalized in the poster for the 1976 film Taxi Driver. Recognize that marquee?

Finally, across the street, where there now stands a Starbucks, a Staples, a medical clinic, a preschool, and apartments, there used to be low-rise buildings that had a fantastically sleazy porn shop, a used comic book shop, an infamous gay bar called the Haymarket, and perhaps most important for the history of pornography, in the center of the block at 776 Eighth Avenue there were located offices of fetish digest publishers back in the 1950s, which showcased the work of such legendary artists such as Gene Bilbrew. I don’t remember the titles offhand right now, but I remember seeing the address on the copyright pages of some vintage issues. If and when I stumble on them again, I’ll amend this post and add the titles. This is the block now…

Look closely, though, and perhaps you’ll be able to imagine, as I do, infamous 50s femdom fetish models like Tana Louise walking down the street in sexy 50s couture and maybe going up the long-vanished steps to editorial offices at 776 Eighth Avenue!

By the way, Tana Louise (as opposed to the actress Tina Louise, an entirely different performer) was one of the very first fetish models I personally ever saw in a magazine. In today’s over-saturated kink environment, it may seem incredible that she really blew me away with her witchy dominant aura, but back in the early 70s I don’t think I’d ever come across anybody quite like her, and I think I noticed her before I even saw Bettie Page, who never looked quite as ferocious to me in any case. I got this image from the cool site Java’s Bachelor Pad, so go here to see and read more about Mistress Tana too.

 

 

 

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The New York Post brings us “femdom on a budget”…

If money is tight and you can’t afford a real-time dominatrix session…or a video clip…or a phone session…you can always check out the newspapers for ads that have a strong femdom undercurrent and can spur some serious and inexpensive fantasizing. Just the price of the newspaper. Case in point, these two Bloomingdale’s department store ads from the New York Post ($1 a copy Monday through Friday) during the week of June 19th 2017, promoting a line of clothing called Aqua…

The expression of bratty dissatisfaction and impatience on the model’s face makes her a perfect object of femdom daydreams. She looks like she’s about to ream us out for something or other, and she’s not going to spare our feelings until we head with our tails between our legs into our respective doghouses! 😉

We’re always on the lookout for pix like this in the media and love to bring them to your attention.

You might call it “femdom on a budget!”

 

 
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Posted by on June 26, 2017 in Erotica, New York City

 

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The wonderfully erotic face of Deborah Kerr in Black Narcissus

At least there are some certainties left in this world. For me, one is the timeless eternal beauty of the face of the late Deborah Kerr in Black Narcissus, which is on tonight 6/14/17 at 10 p.m. EST on Turner Classic Movies. I took this screen shot from the trailer. If you haven’t seen this movie, I highly recommend it. A wondrous mix of the spiritual, the erotic, and the dramatic.

Whether in this film, or The Hucksters, or From Here to Eternity, I find her one of the sexiest women in movies. Oh yes!

 

 
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Posted by on June 14, 2017 in Erotica, history of erotica

 

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Times Square lipstick and fingernail fetish billboard!

June 2017: Giant stern ladies in Times Square stare down at us mere mortals in all their lipstick fetish and talon-nailed glory! I love it!

Click on the picture for the full effect. This is an ad for a show on TNT.

Now, the only thing better would be something like this on a billboard!!

Goddess Lycia (visit her sites here and here) is one of the most fascinating online dommes and a real favorite of mine. She creates some brilliant and truly addictive audio and video erotica. And yes indeed, the lipstick and fingernail fetishes are two of her prime specialties…among her other virtuoso capabilities to entrance & befuddle the susceptible male mind! 😮

 


Images of Goddess Lycia are used courtesy of Goddess Lycia and are ©Goddess Lycia.

 

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Vanessa Williams in playfully stern auntie mode…

I snapped this pic in the subway the other day…

To me she’s saying, “Naughty, naughty. I caught you doing bad things & now I’m going to chastise you.” Okey-dokey, ma’am! 😉

 

It’s an advertisement for a new program about the battling female co-hosts of a daytime talk show. But what I like is how Vanessa Williams looks like she’s in a playfully stern auntie mode, wagging her forefinger at us like the ladies do in those British femdom videos, ladies who are so good at reproving naughty boys before putting them over their laps for a little bare bottom spankie-wankie… 😮

Somehow the seedy background of the subway wall seems to work with this. I could have snapped the advertisement on the street, but this is more interesting to me.

I’m sorry, Miss Vanessa, I promise never to do it again…whatever it was that I did! 😉

 

 

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