Femdom fountain of youth…

I was talking with one of my longtime friends from childhood, who is my age, and he was saying how he made no secret of being an “old man,” particularly in his line of work so full of younger colleagues. I told him I felt the same way, and did not shy away from pointing out that in my own field of endeavor, erotica/porn/smut/whatever-you-wanna-call-it, I talk proudly of my many decades of experience.

In fact, 2024 marks the fiftieth year I have been in the literary stimulation business. In 1974 I made my first professional writing dollars for two porn novels, The Screaming Virgins (it was BDSM week at the porn novel factory) and The Punk Stud and His Women (about a young guy entranced by the topless bars of ’70s Times Square).

Nowadays I write a lot about femdom, of course, which is one of my personal fascinations as well as the focus of some of my freelance clients’ websites. And sometimes I think that my mental intoxication with these desires, musings, realities and fantasies keeps the inner me forever young, always yearning…

I was never a follower of politics until recent years when it has become unavoidable, and I think William Butler Yeats’ poem, found here, still sums up my attitude, although I cannot help on a daily basis getting into discussions on the fate of our world…

 

At Union Square in New York City, late January 2024.

The New York Review of Books offers “literary napkins” for Valentine’s Day, with passionate quotes from various scribes through the centuries, and I think anyone in the swirl of admiration for a lovely dominatrix, or any lady for that matter, can relate to James Joyce’s words to Nora Barnacle as highlighted in this sample from their catalog here:

Yes, it is cold in January, but when we can embrace pleasant daydreams–an upside of being a fiction writer, depending on one’s theme–spring is never very far away. 

 

Memories of the porn trade…Part 1

The porn business has changed so incredibly much since I first got into it. It’s like a totally different animal.

I started in this field in 1974 by contacting a company that published porn novels, and after showing them a ten-page sample, I got an assignment. Two weeks later I gave them a completed novel, written while sitting on the same strong desk chair that I am sitting on as I write this blog. I concocted my story to some illustrations they’d given me. I got a check for $150, and now I was a published author.

In 1974, $150 could pay for my month’s rent, with $50 left over!

I’ve since lost my only copy of that first book, entitled The Screaming Virgins–it was S&M week at the smut factory (there was a different theme to follow each week) and I wrote about temporary office workers tricked into being sex slaves at a “castle” in the Catskill Mountains of New York state. But I have a copy of my second novel, 1975’s The Punk Stud and His Women. My original title was Go-Go Girl Orgy Week, which I think was equally good. They gave me the pseudonym “George Sussman” instead of the one I chose, “Norbert Klinger.” Anyway, I recently discovered that this book can be purchased for $40 at a site called vintagesleaze.com.

The "punk stud" spends a week hanging out in the strip clubs that used to line West 45th Street in Times Square.

The nice thing about this cover is that it accurately conveys the feeling of the young guy, awed with desire at the possibilities inherent in the uninhibited raunchiness that was New York in the 1970s.

In its listing, the Vintage Sleaze site runs the first line of the book under the cover: “Lester Bloom drove slowly down the dark street.” That name, Lester Bloom, became one that I used frequently–as a character in stories, as a pseudonym, and even as a character in an X-rated movie I wrote for Vivid Entertainment entitled True Blue. In fact, the actor Tyce Bune did quite a good job in the role of Lester, an overly introspective, romantic porn screenwriter who has a crush on a hardcore starlet.

“Lester Bloom drove slowly down the dark street.” Funny how a line I wrote thirty-seven years ago could so perfectly encapsulate a lot of the mood of what I would write in the future–encapsulate the melancholy that underlies a lot of my writing, in spite of the fact that my stories are also horny and sometimes quite funny, too. I definitely believe humor and erotica can go together, if used in the right proportions.

Well, this was a pleasant little excursion into the past. I can see myself in my cheap hotel room on the Upper West Side, cranking away at my novels on my Olivetti portable, making three copies–the original, and two carbons. Remember carbon paper in those days before copiers were cheap to use? Yes, I’m sitting on the same chair, a nice solid simple chair, but now in front of a Macbook Pro.

I’ll continue with these porn memories again soon…

Do you have fond recollections of porn in the old days, too, as a fan or creator?

 

Who needs a whip when you have hamburger?

I like to write femdom fiction.

I also like to write other kinds of erotic fiction too. Show me a big pair of tits and I’ll weave a narrative as tight as a bra one size too small.

But I especially like to write about stern women…who can dominate their slaves (those happy victims) with a glance…a tone of voice…an unexpected prop…and do things such as transform a diner booth into a playspace as riveting as any dungeon. And I’ve just penned a new tale about a gal like that. Chinese-American looker by the name of Meirong, which means “beautiful face.”

You see, I’ve worked in the erotica trade since 1974 as a writer and magazine editor, and a new chapter in my career began just a little while ago.

In 1974, when I was 22, I earned my first check as a professional writer for a porn novel I’d written in two weeks, marking the beginning of my professional life as a smut scribe. And just a little while ago I saw my first self-published e-book appear in Amazon’s Kindle store in the erotica section. It’s a story of approximately twenty pages, or 5450 words, entitled Learning To Be Cruel.

Handmade cover art for that old-time porn shop feeling!

The 1974 novel was the work of a hopeful, talented amateur. The new story is the polished product of someone who’s published about a thousand stories over the years in newsstand magazines distributed all over the world.

I’ve started this blog for two main reasons. The first is to promote the e-books I’m going to write and publish. The second reason is that I want to reflect on, and share, some of my experiences doing this unusual kind of work.

To me, even as a writer whose main goal is to arouse his readers, the physical act of sex is only a small part of what’s interesting about an encounter. It’s the interplay between the characters that I find most stimulating. That’s another reason (other than the fact that it turns me on) why I enjoy writing about female domination and role-playing: such activities bring out the quirkiness in the characters. And when people–especially my female characters–do or say unexpectedly kinky things (I like them to surprise me), it’s very exciting to behold their antics as I tap away on my laptop, seeing the story in my mind, and “feeling it” in parts lower down as well.

If you have a Kindle, or a Kindle program on a Mac, I hope you’ll check out Learning to be Cruel if it’s your cup of tease. It tells the story about a middle-aged white guy who goes to a diner with a twentysomething Chinese bookstore clerk, and how she dominates him over their meal. Who needs a whip when you have a half-eaten hamburger handy? For more info, check out the links below to the Amazon stores in the U.S., the U.K., and Germany.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0058OJ464

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0058OJ464

http://www.amazon.de/dp/B0058OJ464

If you read the story and have some thoughts, please leave me a comment.

If the response is good and I sell okay on Kindle, I may also publish the stories in booklet format as well.

Well…the self-publishing adventure begins!

—–Ye ole porn scribe Uncle Irv

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