Songbird Savaged: New M/m story that’s fifty shades of gay. Haha. Ha. A pun.

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Alan Walsh’s life took a turn for the worst when he turned eighteen. Turned out by his parents during an argument over his desire to pursue art rather than follow in their footsteps studying business, he’s spent several weeks floating between the street and friends’ couches. The end of the tunnel starts to brighten up when his friend Kris scores him a part time job at an eccentric coffee shop called the Iris, but the enigmatic owner, Damon Stanford, is entranced with his voice and takes a very personal interest in him.

Damon is as commanding as he is handsome, as greedy as he is gorgeous, but Alan finds himself drawn to Damon and intrigued by his demand for submission. Is Damon out to cage his songbird, or free him?

It’s no secret that my relationship with Fifty Shades of Grey, while it lasted, was tumultuous at best. I’ve tried several times to get into the fantasy of a take-charge alpha with tons of cash bossing someone around, but I’ve always been disappointed with the results. I’m not quite sure I’m satisfied this time, but I liked Alan and Damon enough to turn this into a story a bit longer than average. It clocks in at 10,000+ words, or around 30 pages. I’m all psyched up to write a second, nastier, raunchier installment where we learn what Damon Stanford really does for a living.

Ta, lovelies!

M/m Fantasy Freebie Today!

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Alim and his countrymen live in fear of the Dragon Lord’s whims. Each spring his men scour the countryside, scooping up hapless villagers to serve as slaves in the mines beneath the tyrant lord’s mountain.

When Alim is captured, he expects to live a short life toiling in the mines, not to be whisked into the lord’s palace and stripped for presentation to the lord’s eldest son. The haughty and sanctimonious Erol wastes no time in ravishing his new plaything, going so far as to insist that Alim is destined to bear his child. But that isn’t possible… is it?

Space Slave Collection Now Live

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As promised in my last post, it lives! Huzzah!

 

A Great Big M/m Sci-Fi Series Collected, and Yet More Gay Tentacle Porn

Yep, I done did it. Space Slave is all over, and I’ve wrapped it up in a neat little package with a table of contents and all that. It’s $7.50, an approximate savings of… exactly that, over buying all five stories individually. If you’re new to the series and want to read the whole sordid thing in one go, consider grabbing the collection. Ditto that if you’ve already read it and just want the whole thing in one package.

The book is currently in the review process, but I just had to tell you guys it’s on its way. I just get so excited my little fingers start dancing all over the keyboard and I give away all the nice surprises. If you need something to tide you over until Amazon clears us for takeoff, I have some shameless self promotion for you.

 

The Island Ritual

Clay is eighteen and enjoying his first summer on his own, working as a busboy with his friends David, James, and the enigmatic but undeniably charismatic Peter. When Peter suggests that they all endure a test of courage at a long-abandoned house, Clay has no idea what sick and slippery secrets are in store for them. Peter has found something in that little island house, something old and hungry with many arms, and he intends to feed Clay to it, body and soul.

That’s all for now, lovelies. Do you like that? Lovelies? I do, because that’s exactly what you are. Lovely, every last nasty one of you. I’ll update again when the collection goes up!

 

 

Some Ladies Like Gay Porn: Don’t Be Surprised!

Hey, everybody! It’s mailbag day!

A reply I got to my New Years post has been on my mind lately. It goes like this:

Tom Reilly writes:

I know many men are sexually excited by lesbian erotica. I’d be surprised if many women are turned on by mm fiction. Am I wrong?

Yeah, Tom, you’re absolutely incorrect. Among women who consume erotica or pornography – of which there are many, just ask E.L. James – plenty are totally into that. I mean, it makes sense even in the context of your post. Some straight men like girl on girl, so why wouldn’t the same hold sway for some straight women? I mean, if you like this

doesn’t it stand to reason that you might, sometimes, like twice as much of it? Some women – and some men, I don’t at all doubt – don’t need to insert themselves into their sexual fantasies. Some just like to ‘watch,’ and I think that’s where a lot of interest in the two-sex-objects-for-the-price-of-one school of pornography comes from. At least for me. I’ve never been a big consumer of media that requires me to replace the main character with myself and I don’t think porn should be any different.

I’ve heard that this absence of reader-insertion (or more muted form of it, depending) enables m/m writers to develop both characters in an erotic romance more fully. If neither of them expressly has to stand in for your readers you’re free to give them as much personality, as many flaws and opinions, as you like. You’re supposed to project your own desires and traits onto Bella Swan, and because of this she’s a little… flat. That expectation isn’t as prevalent when the principle characters are both men. This varies wildly from story to story in my experience, but it’s worth mentioning.

At its most basic, though, I think it’s still on a similar level as some straight men being into lesbian porn. You get twice the amount of sexy for the same price, you get to sit back and watch the sexy be sexy, and it doesn’t get a lot more complicated than that. A lot of men have been brought up with the belief that women can’t appreciate anything on a base level like that, and that does a disservice to everyone. It puts in place expectations neither side of the misconception can meet, and sets us up for interpersonal failure by obfuscating an entire facet of one side’s motivations. Women have sex drives and will ogle your booty, and not just while they’re ovulating. Men have emotions and form affectionate attachments, and not just as a ploy to get into a lady’s pants. It’s just that there’s societal pressure in place to feel shame at those parts of themselves and swing far to the other side of the scale to make up for it.

So in short: Tom, you’re absolutely wrong and assumptions like this aren’t helpful. I really appreciate your comment and how it made me reflect on the trends I like in my erotica, and I hope you have a fine year full of  learning cool new things.

Space Slave Retrospective

And so it’s over. The longest and – to my great shock and existential terror – most popular series I’ve written to date. I can honestly say that I didn’t foresee being called upon to write two stories in this series, let alone bring the narrative to its conclusion. I’m very grateful to everyone who picked it up, and everyone who reviewed it. I even have an appreciation for those of you who just clicked on it. You’re all wonderful folks.

Writing this series taught me a few things about myself, chief among them being that I’m not entirely content writing only short stories. I often found myself frustrated that I couldn’t do many things with the narrative due to the limits of the form. It’s hard to expand on non-essential plot threads when you already suspect you’re pushing your luck by lingering on a conversation too long. Momentum is very important in short stories. I now feel more comfortable continuing the erotic romance novella I started a while back. This series also re-introduced me to the experience of completing a lengthy work, something I had almost forgotten about. Even if it wasn’t a deep story I experienced that little ‘letting go’ moment that happens when you wrap up the stories of characters you’ve been getting to know for months. I didn’t feel it too acutely, but I did feel it.

I thought I had a big, sexy finish for this entry. It turns out I don’t. All I can think to say is, again, thank you.

I’m a terrible blogmother.

Or maybe I need a fairy blogmother? I haven’t worked out exactly what the word means. In any event, think of this post as a little confessional about my blogging habits and an invitation to share your own vexations with keeping up.

I’ll say it again: I’m a terrible blogmother. I find it next to impossible to come up with content and following through with the execution of the few ideas I do have. It isn’t exactly that I don’t enjoy blogging – Hell, I love communicating with you guys and getting my thoughts out there – but I do struggle with making it a priority in my daily life. I can’t even make excuses, really, because all it is is a failure to prioritize a part of my life. 

Do you guys find it hard to make time (and find drive) to blog? Or do you have the opposite problem?

Happy New Year, my pervy pals!

Well, 2012 is all but over and I’m feeling reflective. It’s been a hectic year, what with stumbling face-first into something that’s rapidly becoming an admittedly bizarre career. I now make more money – and have more fun – doing this than I ever have doing anything else. I’ve had full-time jobs that, due to the abysmal minimum wage standard at the time, didn’t pay half as much as I make writing things that, quite frankly, are fantastically absurd.

Through this work, I’ve also had the opportunity to interact with several awesome erotica writers and even more wonderful, helpful, faithful readers. It is crazy. I am so grateful to every last one of you for helping to make this year a turning point in my life.

I’m psyched for 2013. So far, I’ve got no resolutions other than to keep expanding and learning and creating. What about you guys?

Space Slave on hiatus, but a new series begins January 1st

Yes, I’m giving the Space Slave series a break until February. I’m loath to do so because it’s proven to be unexpectedly popular and I don’t like to keep people waiting for their fun, but I’d rather you wait a few weeks than get a final installment I’m having a lot of trouble completing. I’ve burnt myself out on serial works by forcing it before, and I’d rather that not happen to this series.

That said, I also bring some happier news! Yes, it’s more monster sex. Yes, it’s more Elves. Can you tell where my interests lie yet?

Mage Among Monsters is the first installment of the Lust Plague Tales, a quasi-satirical hero’s journey story about Winterbright, a young Elvish mage on a quest to take down the tyrannical Dragon Lord and free the land from a magical plague that turns humans to lust-crazed slaves to the evil lord. Though Winter starts his journey intent on resisting the wiles of a world that wants only to turn him into a wanton slut, the more carnal side of his Elvish heritage makes it difficult to resist the pleasures of the flesh. How can he contend with a many-armed beast that wants only to fuck him tirelessly, and three big trolls who see him as little more than an afternoon’s entertainment?

This one ran longer than I’d anticipated, and topped out at just over 5,000 words.  It will be available for purchase on January 1st, and you can expect the second installment when Space Slave returns (and concludes!) in February.

Thanks, all you beautiful pervs!

I Say What What (In the Butt)

I finally got around to starting Bree Bellucci‘s Forced, Fucked, and Bred trilogy (don’t judge me, I’m slow to pick up on the zeitgeist) and it got me thinking about anal sex, particularly how it relates to m/f erotica.

Whether it turns you on or sends your libido running for the hills, a man putting his dick in a woman’s bottom usually elicits a strong reaction. Why, I wondered? Is it because it’s an act generally considered gross? Definitely, but I think that’s only part of what makes it so appealing to some.

Anal sex is a highly transgressive act. It steps outside most people’s comfort zones. To get a relatively large thing into a much smaller hole requires preparation, comfort, and trust. A hefty helping of sexual arousal doesn’t hurt either!

And of course there’s the large vs. small angle to consider. For many the prospect of being stretched to their limits is very appealing indeed, and the average erotica hero’s cock is more than suited to the task in even the *ahem* conventional entrance.

So why do you (or do you not) like anal sex in erotica?