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Femdom seduction during the American Revolution!

Eighteenth century ladies have always been icons of erotica to me.

Self-portrait of 18th century artist Marie-Gabrielle Capet

My parents took me to see the blockbuster historical comedy Tom Jones when I was twelve in ’63 or ’64. That might’ve started this fetish for me, I guess! But it’s not a major fetish, I want to emphasize; just pleasant daydreams of decorous ladies or feisty wenches in frilly finery…

I had an adolescent yen for the movie’s “bad girl” Diane Cilento and “nice girl” Susannah York


Or maybe when I was eight years old I saw some foxy doxy on an episode of The Swamp Fox, the 1959 Disney tv series starring the pre-comedic Leslie Nielsen as the Revolutionary War Hero Francis Marion. I remember I had a 45 rpm yellow vinyl record of the theme song which is here on YouTube, a ditty which I just heard for the first time in maybe 58 years while writing this post! ūüėČ

Way back before The Naked Gun series, Leslie Nielsen was a standard leading man type


Currently I’m in a state of “withdrawal” from a fantastic novel I picked up around Christmas that took three months to read. It was Eagle in the Sky by F. Van Wyck Mason, a story of the last year of the American Revolution from the viewpoint of three young doctors. Reading this skillfully written historical fiction was like taking a trip into 1780-1781. It was 500 pages long of small type, and I read slowly both to savor the story and to study the writer’s techniques and take notes. When I was done the other night, I really felt a pang of withdrawal, like: “You mean, there’s no more?”

The aged dust jacket is a bit tattered, but I kind of liked that…had a certain charm like that of beautiful ruins…


Among the many entertaining, informative, and enlightening aspects of the book, besides its depiction of 18th century medical methods, sea and land battles, morals and etiquette, clothing, and living quarters, were the romantic entanglements of its characters. And to my delight, one of the doctors gets entangled with a femme fatale wealthy young widow named Emma who is clearly out to entrance him and nab him for her own:

She totally manipulates Lucius into doing exactly what she wants, against his usual survival instincts which are the result of his  rough, low-born upbringing.

Now, finding femdom images and writing on the Internet or especially Twitter these days is of course commonplace, but finding the same kind of “hypnodomme” concepts in the context of a novel published in 1948 about the War of Independence is especially pleasurable! Did you note in the excerpt above how she entrances him with her eyes? And the vivid description of her hair, lips, and clothing is quite sensual.

Mason is unjustly forgotten today, but he had an amazing life and the three novels of his I’ve read were all exciting combinations of history, romance, and action. His characters tended to be stereotypes in the central casting mold (for example, when I read Eagle in the Sky I imagined young versions of Randolph Scott, Henry Fonda, and Zachary Scott as the three male protagonists) but nonetheless Mason’s people come vividly and intimately to life through their passions and adventures. Here are his two other books I read:

Both were set in the ancient world, and the sexy Tom Dunn covers well portray what’s actually inside the stories


When I was reading Eagle in the Sky I kept picturing who might play the female characters in a film of the 1940s. And Linda Darnell, a superb cinema temptress in that era, would have been perfect as Emma. Here she is in the 17th century drama Forever Amber.

One of the greatest femmes fatale of Hollywood’s Golden Age.

In my own writing, I’ve only done a handful of historical stories, one being my ebook The Sins of Dr. Jekyll (available here on Amazon), but it’s something I’d like to do again, so that’s why I read these books carefully to pick up tips from a master about how to evoke bygone eras. And when I read F. Van Wyck Mason I feel like I’m in a different century. He puts you in the scene but doesn’t explain all the historical references about the physical world or the culture–which makes a reader feel either like a contemporary of the characters, one who is assumed to understand all the details of life in those days; or like a time traveler gazing in mute wonder at how things were so different in the past…not necessarily understanding all the references and customs, but happy to observe and go along for the ride.

So do check out F. Van Wyck Mason’s books if you enjoy historical fiction!

I will have to admit my version of Victorian London owes more to Hammer Films than any in-depth historical research! ūüėČ







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The dark nights of a stripper’s heart…

FATE OF A STRIPPER¬†is¬†a novel that takes you into the girlie¬†joints of New York’s contemporary Times Square (yes, such clubs¬†are happily still there despite the much-publicized gentrification); the hipster scene¬†of the New Burlesque (a little further downtown in the East Village); and into some¬†very dark recesses of the human heart…

In the tradition of the 50s noir paperbacks and films!

A story in the femme fatale tradition of 1950s noir paperbacks and films.

It’s available on¬†Kindle and many other mobile devices at Amazon USA,¬†UK, Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan, Mexico, Brazil, Australia, India and The Netherlands.

So please click ahead to¬†Amazon and explore¬†the free sample chapters, and then experience…



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NYC Fashion Week models in a long lovely row…

I’m going to experiment with shorter posts here. I think I haven’t been blogging as much as I could for the simple reason that it takes me quite awhile sometimes to find pictures to illustrate my ponderings. But maybe pictures aren’t always necessary.

Tonight I went out to dinner. It’s Fashion Week in New York, and as I walked past a dance school there was a huge party in one of the rehearsal studios, visible at street level. There were about forty beautiful models standing in all sorts of interesting garments, but they were all wearing the same wedgie high heels. Damn! I thought. Why didn’t I have my camera along?? I often do carry my camera to capture things I see on the street, but I was more concerned with getting some chow. I could have gotten an incredible shot through the huge picture window from an angle that would have shown all the girls from top to toe, culminating in those legs on identical wedgies. Damn! Well, I consigned it to memory, and I stood with some other gawkers in front of the display window and looked at the gals, who were of many ethnicities and each one extraordinarily beautiful. It was cool.

When I was eating my pasta I read an advance copy of an article about Hitchcock in this Sunday’s New York Times. There was a picture of Ingrid Bergman in 1945’s Spellbound. When I was in my last year of college, really studying film structure and history (I wanted to direct films after I graduated, like a million other dreamers), I watched Spellbound over and over on a 16mm projector (no VHS or DVDs in 1973). I practically fell in love with Bergman looking at the luminous closeups Hitchcock gave her, which expressed his own passion for that remarkable actress and beauty. So when I saw a picture of Ingrid in the paper this evening, I had the strangest feeling I was looking at somebody I once knew…of course I didn’t, but the way old movies were shot, they enabled you to fall in love with the stars through their closeups, and that certainly happened over the ten or twelve times I watched Spellbound.

Well, I guess I can dig up a picture of Ingrid Bergman pretty quickly…

The collage is attributed to Neil Smith on the site I link to below.

I found this beautiful collage at Meredy’s Place, a site with trivia questions about Ingrid Bergman and other movie info.

That shot on the bottom, second from the left, is from a scene in the movie where she did a little certain cute something with her mouth when she was talking. I watched that scene over and over, it drove me nuts. And I was involved with a girl at the time too, somebody in reality, not fantasy…a very pretty Midwestern girl who looked kind of like the British actress Susannah York, so I was doing pretty well in the romance department in the actual world…she was somebody I ended up moving to New York with in early 1973. But obviously I still had room in my heart for Ingrid Bergman…

Here’s one more shot to whet your appetite to visit the site. And boy, her expression brings out the considerable romantic in me–usually hidden now, but never far from the surface of my personality.

I'm not sure what movie this is from--maybe Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, with Spencer Tracy?

My passion for Ingrid Bergman dates from a time in my life before I worked in porn. Sometimes it seems hard to believe that I was once a civilian (which is what some of us in the biz call non-porn people)…

How did a romantic like me end up writing raunchy stories? That’s food for more posts in the future.


Posted by on February 11, 2012 in Erotica


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