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Great reviews to start 2016!

It’s always nice to read any reviews of my ebooks, but when they’re as simpatico and understanding as the two I got in the last couple of days, it’s even better!

The first reviewer, who calls himself MaleReader, has been following my femdom fiction for quite awhile and he really gets what I’m doing in terms of mixing fantasy with realism. Sounds like he really enjoyed HIS URGE TO SERVE! Check out his review here.

It was exciting to write about a big strapping gal ready to toss around her slave, if necessary! ;)

It was exciting to write about a big strapping gal ready to toss around her slave, if necessary! ;)

 

Then I noticed I got a review of RULE BY CLEAVAGE by N.L. Hawkins, who’s reviewed some of my other books too, and whose gonzo style of writing perfectly mirrors the wild journey on which Yolanda takes her worshipper with the power of her cleavage! You can read his review here.

This cover photo stimulated me into creating one of my wildest stories ever!

This cover photo stimulated me into creating one of my wildest stories ever!

 

The dommes in these novellas do everything from teasing with titties (RULE BY CLEAVAGE) to putting a slave in panties (HIS URGE TO SERVE) to introducing a sub to financial domination and public masturbation (RULE BY CLEAVAGE). As MaleReader says in his review of HIS URGE TO SERVE, when you read “you will experience submission.” So see what he means, please do check out the reviews and, hopefully, then the ebooks—each story a labor of horny, lusty submissive love!

 

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Ready to cuckold him on their first date!

Happy 2016 to all my readers! A safe and healthy new year to you all!

A few days ago I blogged about one of my two newest ebooks, THE SINS OF DR. JEKYLL. Today I’d like to tell you about…

IN TRANCE FOR A TRAMP…

Wherein my submissive hero Timmy experiences an incredible night of deep and lasting degradation! (Which he can’t resist and he deeply enjoys…)

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Do you like the cover? This girl really looks like trouble, doesn’t she? I am very fond of 1950s paperback books, with their femme fatale cover girls, and this model projects that same spirit. The image, which I found at a stock photography house, was shot by “xalanx” whose portfolio you can see here. I also used one of his images for the cover of RULE BY CLEAVAGE (read about that book here).

Getting back to the noir paperback aspects, even the typeface I selected for the title is similar to what was sometimes used on the covers of the noir paperbacks, stories crammed with mean, manipulative ladies.

And my dominant heroine, Theresa Pendillac, is very mean and manipulative. She toys with shy Timmy, a fellow worker in her office, and when she finally goes on a date with him, it turns out to be only a pretext for an evening of sexual humiliation involving everything from foot worship to cuckolding to pantyhose sniffing to…well, suffice to say, Timmy realizes something about himself that he didn’t know until Theresa brings out Timmy’s deeply buried desires.

Yes, Theresa gives Timmy all the femdom thrills he craves, and then some. He should have known what to expect! The outfit the model wears on the cover is the one Theresa uses to tease her co-workers’ boners back in the office…

One reader named wylde64 enjoyed this story so much that he started riffing with me on Twitter about what could happen in a sequel. The possibilities are many. I’m not big on writing sequels (Learning to be Cruel Part 2 was the rare exception) but maybe I will consider it depending on how big a response I get to IN TRANCE FOR A TRAMP. Learning to be Cruel, for example, has been my bestselling title ever, so I did write a sequel…and you can read here about the unique way that came about.

Anyway, back to my original topic: I originally wrote IN TRANCE FOR A TRAMP in 1996-1997 and it was published in the May 1998 issue of Leg Show by editor Dian Hanson. It was graced with a beautiful illustration by the legendary artist of femdom fantasies, Sardax, which captured the almost hallucinogenic, trance-like feeling Timmy experiences when he is confronted by the luscious cruelty of Theresa:

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You can see more of Sardax’s art here. Nowadays one of his specialties is doing commissioned portraits of dominatrices. And check out his recent illustrations for a piece of femdom fiction published by the New York-based mistress Mrs. Weltsova here. (This fascinating lady will be touring London, Paris, Berlin, and Washington D.C. this January 2016—for more information go here and look under her Travel News.)

I reprinted IN TRANCE FOR A TRAMP with only with a few minor adjustments. I kept it in the same time period, 1996, but I tweaked the names a little (Timmy is called Jimmy in the original) and I wrote an introductory scene so that I could use the new photo cover that I’d selected for the ebook. There was something about the way the model rests her hand on the front of her skirt that seemed like something the Theresa of my imagination would do, so it was a pleasure to describe her using that teasing gesture in the office where she and Timmy work.

I also altered the original title from the blander “The Trance” (okay for a magazine, but not for the Internet) because I felt it needed more strength to compete in the ebook market. To do this I emphasized the femme fatal-ish qualities of Theresa as a “tramp” right out of noir fiction, up to no good with ruthless vixenish ways paired with a remorseless voracious vagina.

IN TRANCE FOR A TRAMP is available at Amazon US and at the Amazon stores worldwide, ready to read on your Kindles, phones, and tablets.

I hope you’ll make a firm “resolution” to check it out as you begin a most Happy New Year!

 

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The original art from “The Trance” is ©Sardax and used with his permission.

 

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Gil Elvgren. Stocking Stuffer Pinup. ‘Nuff said!

I don’t think anybody did Christmas pinups like ole master Gil Elvgren! I found this cutie here.

Gotta give a wink to those naughty stiff candles in the background!! ;)

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Great New Year to all!

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Posted by on December 25, 2015 in Erotica, history of erotica

 

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Tad’s Broiled Steaks: NYC Time Travel Portal!

Arghh! Was going to submit this to the Gothamist website (as a friend of mine urged), but I kept procrastinating and fiddling with it, and then yesterday they published someone else’s article on the topic! So I figure, what the heck, even though I already posted something else here today, this steak piece will work just fine on my blog…

TAD’S STEAKS: NYC TIME TRAVEL PORTAL!

About ten days ago I felt the most urgent desire to travel back into the past. The combined stresses of the holidays, freelance life, and the usual financial demands of living in NYC just got to me and I felt an almost visceral wish to leave my apartment on the edge of the Theater District and walk into 1970s Times Square—long-lost land of cheap movies, food, porn, and sex.

Absurd, I know—yet there was one way I could do it. Not by going to one of the few remaining Eighth Avenue porn shops or strip clubs—these are all firmly rooted in the present. The shrink-wrapped magazines in today’s smut shops discourage the pleasurable browsing which made porn emporiums fun in the past, and jiggle joints are just too expensive between their ten dollar beers, twenty dollar lapdances, and obligatory coat-checks to feel very casual to the cash-vigilant visitor.

But the one place I could think of that retains its 70s vibe is Tad’s Broiled Steaks on 50th Street off Seventh Avenue. True, the prices have kept pace with 2015, but the lovely faux elegant red-walled ambiance, the glasses of wine sealed with clear wrap, the constantly broiling steaks near the window, the baked potatoes and slabs of garlic bread slathered with butter, the bowls of salad slapped with the dressing of your choice—all these things felt mercifully the same.

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Even the tall red plastic water glasses harkened to a fabled past recalling nights of triple kung-fu and horror features on the Deuce; cheap drinks at the Club 44 topless joint on Eighth Avenue with its gigantic bar and friendly barmaids and dancers of many nations; and bargain walk-in massage parlors behind impossibly crude yet alluring hand-painted signage.

It took about fifteen minutes of waiting online to get my New York sirloin steak with bread, potato, and salad accompanied by a Bud Lite. The tab came to almost $25, far more than I usually pay for dinner—but definitely worth the wait. It wasn’t a great steak—the one I had the week before at a Christmas/Hanukkah dinner at Gallaghers courtesy of a writer/personal trainer friend, was terrific (I didn’t even want to eat the next day so that I could retain the sense memory of that dinner); but my Tad’s repast was tasty, maybe a “tad” (haha) more well-done than I would have wished, but still good enough.

I sat in the back in the corner, listening not to the details of my fellow diners’ conversations, but simply enjoying the convivial murmur around me as I heartily consumed a decent meal in a place which, with unintentional heroism, preserves the exact glory of its past. There were two chrome-domed middle-aged guys who might’ve been twins, chatting with a lady and her smartphone; a pair of Asian men having a one-way conversation (one guy talked non-stop, the other just listened); and a Hispanic family with fussy grandma, little girl with bright pink Disney purse, calm and collected young mother, and a tall father with a white-and-pink stuffed animal dangling out of his coat pocket as he maneuvered his tray of steaks and clear-wrapped wine over to the table. Above us all in the fairly low-ceiling dining room was a symmetrical forest of Christmas decorations. Usually I like to read when I eat alone, and I did have a book in my pocket (the excellent 1947 novel The Blank Wall which became the terrific 1949 Joan Bennett/James Mason movie The Reckless Moment), but I didn’t open it.

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Instead I was, for once, very much into the moment and place in which I found myself, not daydreaming or escaping into someone else’s daydreams via their fiction. I savored my steak, devoured my salad, wolfed down my potato and mopped up with the garlic bread any last lovely residue of butter or Italian dressing. Then I settled in to nurse my Bud Lite as I continued to marinate myself in this little excursion back to the honky-tonk New York of the 70s.

Afterward I was tempted to check out a strip club too, but hitting the street again I felt my own pleasurably “reckless moment” of time-travel urges had been satisfied. And anyway, no modern “gentlemen’s club” (at least in Manhattan that I know of) can bring back the 70s since these current joints all have lap dancing now, which didn’t exist forty years ago and thoroughly changed the feeling of the clubs. So I decided it was time to go home to continue reading The Blank Wall and enjoy the memory of my brief but happy foray into one of the last-standing remnants of Times Square’s lost tawdry sparkle.

As far as I’m concerned, the city should confer landmark status on Tad’s Broiled Steaks!

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2015 in Erotica, New York City, Times Square

 

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Dr. Jekyll and his foot fetish sins!

After publishing three brand-new femdom novellas from late September into November—DARVA CHAN: CRUELTY QUEEN OF THE PIANO; RULE BY CLEAVAGE; and HIS URGE TO SERVE— I decided to reprint in ebooks a couple of my favorite magazine stories from the Leg Show and Leg Action days. How I miss writing for those magazines, it was a constant flow of fun assignments and I was given a free hand to create the stories that were itching to get out of my fetishistic brain… ;)

Today I want to call your attention to the first of these new reprints, THE SINS OF DR. JEKYLL.

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When it was published in the late 90s in Leg Action, this short story was titled “Jekyll and Thigh” by the editor; a clever title, yes, but I felt a little too cute for the tone of the tale. My original choice was “The Lusts of Dr. Jekyll.” After re-reading and tweaking the manuscript a little for this reprinting, I think THE SINS OF DR. JEKYLL is the most accurate.

My yarn tells what I imagined as the “backstory” of how the good doctor is driven by sexual guilt to his disastrous discovery of the power to unleash the evil in people. He has a foot fetish, and a taste for streetwalkers in the seamy slums of Victorian London; and his inability to accept such “sin” leads him to the follies for which he would one day become world-famous through Robert Louis Stevenson’s immortal novella and the zillions of films and tv shows it has inspired.

So give it a try, it’s sinful yes but saucy and sexy in the way of those fun old 50s and 60s Hammer horror films with their bosomy wenches in corsets and lingerie being eyed by lusty townsmen and vampires alike!

You can find THE SINS OF DR. JEKYLL on Amazon US here and Amazon stores worldwide.

 

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The terrific cover photo of my ebook is by fotolit; see their portfolio here.

 

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Learn more about Candida Royalle

In my last post I told you about the memorial service for Candida Royalle, the 70s pornstar who, starting in the 80s, became the pioneering feminist erotica filmmaker. Now I want to mention that in the current issue of Penthouse Forum for January 2016, available both on newsstands and in digital format here, I have an article, my first for this magazine, that tells you more in depth about her life and work. It’s under my other byline, Neil Wexler, which I use for non-fiction and interviews.

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Editor Eric Danville—himself the well-known chronicler of the life of another porn legend with his definitive book The Complete Linda Lovelace—called me in September 2015, shortly after Candida died, and asked if I’d write a tribute to her. I didn’t know Candida except as a friendly professional acquaintance in the New York porn business, so it was quite a revelation to research her story in depth, get poignant memories and thoughts from some of her closest friends, and discover not only how accomplished she was as a producer, director, actress, screenwriter, singer, book author, sex toy designer, and speaker on human sexuality—but also to learn how very many friends she had, and how beloved and respected she was by a wide circle of diverse people.

The title of the piece is “The Really Groovy Life of Candida Royalle,” taken from something one of her old high school friends told me. I hope you’ll check it out and be inspired to watch some of her films, all readily available on DVD and streaming. A good place to start would be at CandidaRoyalle.com.

 

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Memorial for a porn pioneer…

Last night I went to the memorial for Candida Royalle, the actress and filmmaker who started the couples erotica genre back in the mid-1980s and helped kickstart the whole feminist porn movement. She died in early September at age 64 of ovarian cancer.

Here’s the program from the memorial, unfortunately a little crumpled because I kept it in my overcoat while trying to juggle a plate of food and a glass of wine after the service…

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The photo on the program is by Daniel Nicoletta.

 

Many people wore red, because that was Candida’s favorite color. I don’t have much red in my wardrobe, so I went to a souvenir shop near Times Square where I knew they sell inexpensive ties of many colors, including red.

There was a potluck assortment of food afterward, so I brought a box of chocolate covered cherries, since those also are red and a particularly voluptuous treat that seemed appropriate in memory of a woman celebrated for her love of sensuality.

She loved tomatoes—she even sang a song about them—which were passed out at the end of the service. Quite tasty.

Candida certainly was a very accomplished and energetic woman, and with the mourners like porn legends Annie Sprinkle and Vanessa Del Rio filling Judson Memorial Church in Greenwich Village, it was overflowingly obvious she had an amazing gift for friendship too. I’m sorry I didn’t get to know her better; I only knew her as a professional acquaintance, running into her at events like screenings or, last year, at the memorial for another XXX icon, Gloria Leonard. I did note, however, that whenever our paths crossed, Candida had the remarkable ability to make you feel she was really glad to see you, and valued even a few moments of your presence. That’s quite a gift.

As her friends spoke their remembrances—people such as Annie, Veronica Vera, Veronica Hart, writer Ariel Hart, and her close friend and production associate Michele Capozzi—I found myself astounded that with all her busy filmmaking and sex toy designing and sinematic entrepreneurship, she had the ability to make so much space in her life for other people. Clearly she was one of those unique individuals who can cram into her allotted time on this crazy planet experiences and relationships that would take most average human beings three or four lifetimes to encompass.

As we of the first generation of legal porn creators, those of us who started in the 1970s when the obscenity laws relaxed, begin to age, illness and death become inevitable visitors, as to all people. But sometimes I feel in a kind of silly, post-adolescent way, “Wasn’t porn supposed to keep us young and strong forever?” Porn, or erotica if you will, has a unique “fountain of youth” quality whether you create it in film or writing or art, or bring it to life on screen by having the sex yourself;  and I think porn fans feel that eternal youthfulness in it, too. I think that’s certainly one reason why I continue to enjoy writing it and indulging myself in a young manhood that may only exist in my mind, but is certainly vivid enough as it parades across my imagination and comes alive in the words on my computer screen.

Rest in peace, Candida Royalle, aka Candice Marion Vadala. For more about her life and films, check out her site here.

 

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