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“KNOW WHERE YOU BELONG”…stern beauties help their slaves to never forget!

My latest femdom fiction ebook is available now…

 

You can read more about it here!

Available at Amazon Kindle stores worldwide. Read it on your phones, tablets, computers and Kindles.

It’s selling faster than any of my recent ebooks. So far readers in the U.S., the UK, Germany, Canada, and Australia have scooped ’em up. So get yourself a copy of this collection that’s like a box of chocolates for your erotica palate, kinky tales for femdom fun and pleasure!

It may have inspired someone to also pick up a copy of my earlier collection of short stories, SPELL OF DOMINANCE, here.

Enjoy! 🙂

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2019 in Amazon.com, ebooks, Erotica, Kindle

 

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The pornographic potency of pinups…

We tend to look on vintage pinups from the 40s through the 60s via a nostalgic rose-colored lens, but what is forgotten is that these charming and skillfully rendered images were regarded in many quarters as pornography in their day. Nobody talked about masturbation openly in the peak era of Gil Elvgren, George Petty, and Alberto Vargas, but these pictures undoubtedly inspired many a spurt of lust.

I was reminded of this by a beautiful Elvgren pinup posted on Twitter by GracePheesh here and here, who frequently posts the delightful work of this fantastic artist. At first glance this is classic Gil, leggy, flirty, and the colors beautifully balanced to give the most sensual and pleasing impression…

But I was reminded of the pornographic potency of this pinup by the coincidence of seeing a woman display herself just this way on July 4th, the day before I saw this pinup online. On Independence Day I was sitting in a park in midtown Manhattan, enjoying a cup of coffee, when a woman about thirty sat down at a table with her boyfriend or husband. I believe they were European tourists. They were about twenty-five feet away from me. The woman had honey blonde hair and tawny skin, and wore a colorful and flowing dress that looked as if it were a giant kerchief which had been designed as a garment. When she sat in her chair, she leaned over and it was hard to miss the deep cleavage of her breasts in the low-cut decollete.

She and her man were about to eat breakfast sandwiches. But before she began to eat, she hiked up the skirt of her dress very high, presumably (I figured) because it would drag on the ground when she was sitting. The revelation of her thighs was startlingly erotic: they were lush and golden, and her curvaceous legs tapered down to bare feet which were on tiptoes in her flip-flops as she sat.

What struck me immediately as a coincidence was that she wore pink nail polish on her toes and fingers, which was the same shade of light pink that I had used the day before (on July 3rd) in designing the logo for a new femdom erotica ebook cover.

The revelation of her thighs is exactly replicated in the pinup above, which I saw on July 5th on Twitter.

She didn’t keep her thighs uncovered long; perhaps no more than a minute. Then she lowered the skirt, perhaps deciding to tolerate the hem touching the asphalt. I don’t know if she’d seen me looking at her; our glances never met, for which I am glad. I was in no mood for her to see my admiration; her man was bulky, muscled, and heavily tattooed. Ogling, I sensed, could have been met with conflict, even though it was hard not to want to look at her.  I mostly returned to my newspaper with only an occasional glimmer of yearning surveillance out of the corner of my orbs, even as a few minutes later some friends joined them and, finishing their breakfast (the woman devouring her long sandwich wrap with gusto), they all wandered off further into the park.

But wow! The baring of her thighs was startlingly exciting, a moment of lush tease. Whether such tease was unintentional, merely the result of a utilitarian lifting of her skirt from the sidewalk, or a moment of conscious or unconscious flirtation (perhaps she had seen my gaze of appreciation and wanted to torture me—and any other nearby thigh-gazers—with her unavailability), it was instantly cemented into my memory bank, and was reinforced powerfully when I saw the Elvgren pinup.

As well as when I saw the pink logo of my upcoming erotica ebook, just like the color of her toenails…

The whole situation could be the beginning of a fictional story of erotic cuckolding: a woman tantalizing a solitary middle-aged stranger in the distance in the park and then going off with her own man, leaving the stranger to think…dream…and then write a blog post about it! 😉

No, only kidding; an actual piece of erotic fiction about such a cuckolding would require a little more action than the aching ogler just sitting at a laptop later and blogging away the frustration!

In any case, I’ve chosen to blog, this time, instead. Plenty of other opportunities for cuckolding tales, of which I’ve written a number…see my Amazon store here

 

…and is a theme touched upon in the new book as well. I’ll be announcing its title very soon.

Back to the pinup: note the perky nipples pressing against the blouse of the Elvgren girl, too—an unusually explicit detail for this artist, who was oftentimes a bit more subtle or didn’t allude to stiff nubs at all.

So the next time you hear someone talk about the “innocence” of vintage pinups…well, just remember that their potent pulchritude could inspire the most throbbing daydreams! Just like the things that happen in real life sometimes… 😮

 

 

 

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Elizabeth Taylor and The Cleavage of Cleopatra…

Elizabeth Taylor’s epic starring vehicle Cleopatra came out in June 1963, but I didn’t see it until 1964, for a fifty cent ticket on its third run in a small theater on the North Side of Chicago. I was almost thirteen years old. I remember thinking the movie was pretty good, even though people had said negative things about it. And I remember saying at the time that fifty cents was really a good price to pay for a four hour trip into the ancient world!

I hadn’t seen the whole film again since, so when Turner Classic Movies ran it the other night I gave it a watch from start to finish. I enjoyed it, although I didn’t think it was a great film. But its mix of politics, romance and spectacle was absorbing.

But what most struck me now was how it was quite a showcase for Taylor’s cleavage.

The admiring fellow is, of course, Richard Burton as Mark Antony.

I wonder now how that cleavage affected me back in 1964. Cleavage displayed like this was not something that I saw much of growing up in the sexually conservative Jewish middle class neighborhood of West Rogers Park. So the constant focus on boobie vistas in Cleopatra may well have blown my mind at that tender, impressionable age. As it also did in June 2019 when I watched the film again from beginning to end.

As Cleopatra gives Caesar daring political advice, Mark Antony (out of frame) falls for her hard.

Now I can’t help but think that Cleopatra may have had something to do with my utter fascination with cleavage in recent years, a fascination which really didn’t start until I was in my late forties/early fifties after I got an amazing lapdance from a stripper with two utterly beautiful large natural breasts. Until then, I think a fetish for cleavage existed “underground” in my subconscious, and I’m not sure of the reason(s) why. Perhaps the ubiquity of cleavage in the media and on the street nowadays is what brought it back to the surface for me, big time.

Cleopatra in her regal finery, cleavage dazzlingly displayed!

 

In any case, I therefore conclude that perhaps my long-ago viewing of Cleopatra on that fifty cent ticket (plus a dime for buttered popcorn) had something to do with my writing of femdom erotica ebooks like this one…available on Amazon here…try the free sample just by clicking…

One of my best femdom ebooks. Yolanda is charmingly merciless with her “boob for boobies,” the haplessly cleavage-addled Orwell Jarvis.

 

…and the imprinting of Cleopatra’s CleavageScope (oh, that’s just my silly invented word!) probably had something or other to do with my ever-burgeoning admiration for the gorgeous and b-b-busty Goddess Lycia, about whom you can learn m-m-more here. And I want to emphasize that her talents are by no means limited to her sharing tantalizing glimpses of her, um, her c-c-cleavage, but are but one aspect of her entrancing hypnodomme erotic powers as conveyed through her skillful writings, striking images, intoxicating videos, and especially her mind-enrapturing audio files. For adults only, of course.

Goddess Lycia is a true Mistress of the Selfie as well as of men’s minds.

 

Back in the early 2000s, there was a magazine entitled Cleavage put out by one of the publishers I worked for. It never seemed to hit big, perhaps because the magazine showed full bare breasts, instead of obsessively concentrating on the tease of cleavage alone. Although it probably wouldn’t have been practical on the marketplace to do an adult magazine without showing some bare tits and nipples, I would have photo-edited it very, very carefully to emphasize tease over exposure and nudity. And given the way I feel about cleavage, it might have been a success like the other fetish magazines I did for many years: the ass-crammed Cheeks (1988-2005), the toe-and-sole utopia of Leg World (2004-2010), and the mature ladies sexual paradise of Girls Over 40 (1988-2008).

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Images of Goddess Lycia are ©GoddessLycia and used by courtesy of Goddess Lycia. Screencaps of Cleopatra, 1963, by yours truly. And the photographer’s credit for my ebook Rule By Cleavage is prominently displayed right on the excellent cover above.

 

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READ ABOUT THE STRIPPER…who loves her own way!

For your spring and summer reading pleasure, get your copy now! Only $2.99 on Kindle, available at Amazon stores worldwide, and you can read it on your phones, ebook readers, computers and tablets.

Enjoy the free sample (link below the cover) and read some of the reviews…

Review by P. Slim:

Review by Kandy Kane:

And the latest review from famed dominatrix SpoiltPrincessG. Check out her site here for more! Adults only, please.

She enjoyed it so much that…she’s going to read again on her next trip! I’m in good company as some of her other favorite authors are Anne Rice and Charles Dickens…

So it’s about time…for your own FIRST TIME …with Valerie…in FATE OF A STRIPPER.

A novel of psychological suspense!

 

 

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FATE OF A STRIPPER: when she goes too far~~

In the coming year 2019 I’m going to try to get my novel FATE OF A STRIPPER out there to more readers. It’s a damn good piece of work but so far has not found the audience it deserves. I may also make it available in a paperback edition as well as in the current ebook format.

Check out the lengthy free sample right here, below, and see what you think…it’s not porn, not erotica, but a psychological suspense story about a young woman who goes too far in trying to control her life, and the older guy she gets mixed up with.

For the time being, it’s still only $2.99, and can be read on phones, tablets, computers, and of course on Kindles.

What a great movie it would make, too!

 

 
 

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The unattainable fruit of his sin!

Should she damn him or thank him? When Ginny’s husband Rafe strays for the first time in their eight-year marriage, she punishes him by transforming herself from a nerd into a mouthwatering blonde hottie whom he can’t possess. True, it wasn’t right for Rafe to cheat on her, but his sin did provide Ginny the initial impetus for an amazing transformation…and to truly torment Rafe, newly gorgeous Ginny simply refuses to have sex with him, although she allows him to masturbate sometimes while he watches her work out…

This is the plot of my sexy crazy and funny new femdom erotica ebook REVENGE THRU FITNESS, available worldwide in the Kindle stores on Amazon. Read it on your phones, Kindles, laptops, and tablets. Check out the free sample here!

Her desperate husband comes up with an idea to bring them back together. It involves a little pink sock…

 


The incredible cover image, a stock photo which inspired me to come up with this storyline, was done by photographer “indiraswork” whose portfolio can be found here. Check it out!

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2018 in Amazon.com, ebooks, Erotica, Femmes Fatale, Kindle

 

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The “sex workers at work” genre in films and fiction…

One of my favorite sub-genres of film and fiction is the “sex workers at work” story–examining the mundane details of the jobs people do in erotic businesses. (By “sex work” I mean the most general use of the term, including all kinds of adult endeavors including stripping.) I thought about this when I saw an interesting film the other night from the 1940s: Glamour For Sale, about the women working for escort agencies and clubs.

This film was shown on Turner Classic Movies during its Anita Louise day as part of TCM’s August 2018 “Summer Under the Stars” programming.

It wasn’t a great movie, but I loved one detail of how the B-girls operated the drink hustle, as explained by Anita Louise’s character: they would get brandy in a glass, and soda in a second glass. They’d sip the brandy with a straw, and then move the straw to the soda glass and let out the brandy. That way they didn’t get drunk. When the waiter came by, he would take both glasses away and, if the customer agreed, bring a fresh pair of brandy and soda glasses to the hostess. It was hoped that the customer would never be wise to the fact that the hostess was not actually imbibing the expensive drink.

This practice degenerated in the 1970s and early 80s, when I was going to strip clubs that heavily featured the drink hustle: the dancer (who would hustle drinks when she wasn’t onstage) would sip her champagne but then spit it, literally and obviously, into a second, and empty, tall glass. (For some reason or other, I remember how those tumblers were made of frosted glass.) In this way it was clear that the thing the customer was actually paying for was her time, and not the “champagne.” Unless the girl chose to actually drink it, which occasionally happened too.

Two of the X-rated films I wrote in the 1990s were of the “sex workers at work” genre: Masseuse 2 and Masseuse 3.

This was one of my most personal screenplays, inspired by Japanese movies about brothels such as Mizoguchi’s Street of Shame. The masseuse’s story enabled me to explore my own feelings about working in the erotic business.

 

This won Best Film in 1998 from the X-Rated Critics Organization. It has some intense scenes exploring femdom themes.

 

In both of these original stories (not related in any way to the original hit The Masseuse or to each other except in title) I tried to weave as many little details about the actual work of masseuses as I knew into the dramas. I guess I succeeded as the films were very successful and continue to be watched more than twenty years after they were made. I even had a small and funny little role in Masseuse 3 as a lapdance customer. You can find it at this adults-only link here under the scene title of “Sexy Chicks Eat Pussy and Finger Each Other.”

Also, my scripts for Sweetie Baby and Boom Boom Valdez depicted both the jobs and personal lives of topless dancers and, in the case of former, a waitress at a strip club:

And of course my psychological suspense novel Fate of a Stripper (see sample here)  includes all sorts of details about the stripping profession which I gathered from the dancers themselves through the many years I hung out in those clubs, and through the hundreds of hours of interviews I did with strippers for various adult magazines.

I wouldn’t be surprised if, one of these days, I wrote yet another story examining some aspect of the erotic trade…

 

 

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