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Why do we write in the ways we write?

So what’s new and kinky to read this holiday season, friends and followers? My new novella Asian Ladies’ Male Desire Evaluation Team, starring Miss Diabolica Wong! Can’t you just feel her eyes penetrating you with cool inescapable strength and dominant power?

 


 

Here’s the description I put on the story’s Amazon Kindle page here:

“Her name was Miss Diabolica Wong. She was interviewing Bruce at the New York City headquarters of the Asian Ladies’ Male Desire Evaluation Team, or ALMDET, where it would be determined what role Bruce would play in the coming Female Led Future.

“Was he qualified to be a stud, or a slave?

“Bruce was willing to get naked, stroke himself, and do degrading things with food for the interview process, because Miss Wong turned him on so very much…and he really desired an adventure with another Asian woman since his Chinese-American girlfriend had broken up with him.

“Where will Bruce’s fetish for Asian ladies take him next? Would the cravings of his penis determine the ultimate destiny of his life?

“This 8300-word novella by the author of popular Asian-themed femdom erotica such as the Learning to Be Cruel series; Dominant Chinese Twins Enslave Whiny Man; Darva Chan: Cruelty Queen of the Piano; and She Made Me a Cuckold on Black Friday, includes penis size analysis; Clothed Female Naked Male interview scenes; masturbation encouragement; gentle but pointed criticism of Bruce’s personality flaws; and, overall, exciting female control of a submissive male! Take the plunge! Definitely for adults only.”

So, take the plunge! It’s available at Amazon stores worldwide.

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I’ve often wondered why I write these stories the way I do. The general formula, which certainly derives from my decades of writing fiction for men’s sex magazines, is of a fairly ordinary guy, his normal circumstances described, who meets a commanding woman who takes him to some bizarre places sexually. There are sex scenes (one or sometimes even more) leading to climax(es), then end of story. This is just the bare bones pattern, of course; I embroider it enough to make it feel fresh and real–at least, reviews of my work indicate that I do! 😉

I’ve often wondered if my stories should have more “conflict.” Or to use the writing jargon, “more rising action, crisis, and falling action leading to a denouement.” But then several days ago I saw a tweet that, I believe, suddenly illuminated a possible inspiration for the structure I always seem to fall back on…

The tweet was about Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone, a show I have admired for over fifty years, and it had this quote:

“I don’t have to write a third act. The third act is: ‘That’s the way it is in the Twilight Zone’!'”

And this is really the way I write too, except my characters go into a “dominatrix zone” that upends who they are, what they knew, and what they then come to expect of themselves.

But isn’t there drama in your stories, you ask? Yes, there is rising action: act one, guy meets domme; and act two, crisis: even as he’s doing arousing things and having a good time, he wonders if it’s good for him. His ego and conscience suffer; he both revels in the kinky fun and feels embarrassment and shame. But then, once that crisis of heart, soul, and sac is resolved through a tremendous orgasm, a psychological epiphany, or a combination of both, and his submission is complete, the story quickly comes to an end. Yep, the guy is deep in the dominatrix zone. No act three needed.

Unlike in The Twilight Zone, the biggest fantasy in my femdom erotica is not something supernatural or science-fictional–except for my overtly fantastical tales like The Dominatrix Who Couldn’t Die or Femdom New York 2399 A.D. Rather, the fantasies I write about are sexual and, if there’s a moral or message, it’s usually something about accepting one’s erotic destiny and feelings. The endings are deterministic, meaning “this is your fate, pallie.” Yes, fate is what I seem to believe in as I write, saying to my characters, to myself, and to my readers, “You are sexually serving women because you destined to; this is the way things are because you have entered and fully belong in the dominatrix zone.”

I sometimes get flustered that my stories seem to often end this way, with no dramatic “change”–but then I have to remind myself that the change has already taken place and is a fact. My male characters go from the sexually vanilla world, more often than not, and become the sexual slaves of dominant women. And sometimes more than sexual slaves; domestic ones, too. And it seems to me now that in all this erotica, with its strangeness of incident or fetish or dialogue, there is much that is structurally similar to The Twilight Zone. Also, often as in TZ,  there seems to be no way out from the weirdness for my male protagonists. And probably not for the women they meet either, either, although they do have the upper hand on their situations in ways the men don’t.

So what does this all mean, Irv, you ask? Simply that now I understand my own writing better, with its quirks and structural decisions–decisions that I couldn’t seem to change but didn’t understand why. But now I do understand, thanks to that tweet with the Serling quote from @NightGallery’s Twitter feed.

So why do you write the way you write? Asking ourselves these questions can be fun and illuminating and even a bit sobering…I think the literary self-analysis I did above is one reason why I so prize my psychological suspense novel Fate of a Stripper, found here, which goes beyond this “formula” into much deeper territory. I think I did a good job with it, proving to myself that I could indeed fulfill one of my ambitions, which was always to explore literary regions beyond the erotica and dominatrix zones.

 

 
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Posted by on December 12, 2019 in Amazon.com, ebooks, Erotica, history of erotica, Kindle

 

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What is a “Cruelty Queen of the Piano”?

Her name is Darva Chan and she is the Chinese-American concert pianist and dominatrix heroine in my 2015 femdom erotica ebook entitled DARVA CHAN: CRUELTY QUEEN OF THE PIANO.

The cover was posed by a professional model in a stock photo I purchased, yet over the years she has come to seem to me like the very embodiment of Darva Chan.

 

She mixes her love of female domination with her interpretations of the works of composers such as Prokofiev.

This is also an ebook which, I discovered this morning after doing a Google search, is probably the most pirated of my erotica. No wonder the sales are less than robust, to put it mildly. I couldn’t believe how many sites offer it as a free PDF.  😦

You might think it’s counterproductive for me to mention this pirating here, since I obviously would like people to go to Amazon to buy the book, which costs a reasonable $2.99. I mention it because I write off, as customers, readers who read pirated ebooks, or watch pirated videos. They’re not going to pay for anything anyway. They think erotica creators are supposed to be their servants and slaves, giving them stuff to enjoy for free.

No, I need people who are willing to pay for my work, and who recognize it took me many years to learn how to write as well as I do, in order to create stories that are unique and memorable.

So if you want to show your support, pay $2.99 to read DARVA CHAN: CRUELTY QUEEN OF THE PIANO.

That’s less than it cost me to buy a medium hot chocolate yesterday at a coffee shop, something that was gone in 30 minutes.

You have an ebook to keep and re-read and savor over and over again. All for $2.99.

Here is a free sample. The book is available at Amazon stores worldwide. Thank you, and enjoy.

 

P.S. If you have any trouble accessing the free sample on your phone or device, the direct link to the Darva Chan page is here.

 

 

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2019 in Amazon.com, ebooks, Erotica, Femmes Fatale, Kindle

 

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Would you lick the dirty bottom of a domme’s shoe?

It’s hard to believe I wrote this four years ago…a lot of it in a spiral notebook sitting outdoors at Lincoln Center and drinking coffee.

I thought about this story for a couple of years, had two false starts, and then finally it fell into place. I think in some ways it’s one of my most personal tales, even though it is a total piece of fiction, completely fabricated from out of my twisted mind.

The cover was posed by a professional model in a stock photo I purchased, yet over the years she has come to seem to me like the very embodiment of Darva Chan.

I mostly write on the computer, but I like to write by hand as well.

 

I’ve thought about doing a sequel but, although I have a cover picked out, I never seem to get around to it. Maybe I said all I had to say about Darva and her virtuoso methods of pain and piano in this novella. I’m not big on sequels anyway. I only wrote a sequel to LEARNING TO BE CRUEL because my British artist colleague Sardax did a painting of its domina character, Miss Meirong, that suggested a further direction for the story. Yet, maybe someday, I’ll see what Darva has been up to these last few years…

In any case, I love classical music as much as femdom and in DARVA CHAN I got to merge them both. And this cover is one of my favorites.

The story also addresses the question of whether her slave, otherwise devoted, will lick the dirty bottoms of her shoes. He is reluctant because it doesn’t seem too sanitary to him…well, Darva and her minion Jason come to a compromise on this. Read it and see what you think. Be sure to listen to Prokofiev’s 7th piano sonata as you do…or, as Darva calls it, “The Femdom Sonata”!  You can get the ebook here. And you can listen to the fabulous virtuoso Yuja Wang play the last movement of the sonata here. Savor the music and look at the Darva cover, letting yourself sink into the intense world of her eyes. See where the combination of image and music take you!

 
 

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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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