Sunday, July 24, 2016


If you've been following this blog for a while, you already know I love Neil Gaiman beyond words. And if you've been following the news from Comic Con and/or any of the SF/supernatural fiction-related websites, you know that Gaiman's book American Gods is being filmed as a TV series for Starz. The first trailer dropped a couple of days ago, and it was everything I could have hoped for. Gah, Peter Stormare alone, holding that sledgehammer, is American Gods brought to life.

Of course, there's nothing sexy about Peter Stormare (at least not in this role). What is sexy is the goddess Bilquis. I wasn't sure, until I saw the trailer, how much we'd see of her most memorable scene; but it looks like we're going to get an R-rated version at least. Gaiman has confirmed this, and he says that all the best scenes and lines from the book are going to be in the series. That includes the goddess Media (played by Gillian Anderson!), manifesting as Lucy from I Love Lucy, asking our protagonist if he wants to "see Lucy's tits."

I'll embed the trailer at the bottom of this post, and I'll encourage you to watch it at least twice so you can take in every amazing little detail. Notice, especially, the look of glowing satisfaction in Bilquis' eyes after she does her thing. And just in case you need a reminder, this is her thing:

He unbuttons his blue jeans and removes his olive T-shirt. She massages his white shoulders with her brown fingers; then she turns him over and begins to make love to him with her hands, and her fingers, and her tongue.

It seems to him that the lights in the red room have been dimmed, and the sole illumination comes from the candle, which burns with a bright flame.

"What's your name?" he asks her.

"Bilquis," she tells him, raising her head. "With a Q."

"A what?"

"Never mind."

He is gasping now. "Let me fuck you," he says. "I have to fuck you."

"Okay, hon," she says. "We'll do it. But will you do something for me, while you're doing it?"

"Hey," he says, suddenly tetchy. "I'm paying you, you know."

She straddles him, in one smooth movement, whispering, "I know, honey. I know, you're paying me, and I mean, look at you. I should be paying you, I'm so lucky..."

He purses his lips, trying to show that her hooker talk is having no effect on him, he can't be taken; that she's a street whore, for Chrissakes, while he's practically a producer, and he knows all about last-minute ripoffs, but she doesn't ask for money. Instead she says, "Honey, while you're giving it to me, while you're pushing that big hard thing inside of me, will you worship me?"

"Will I what?"

She is rocking back and forth on him: the engorged head of his penis is being rubbed against the wet lips of her vulva.

"Will you call me goddess? Will you pray to me? Will you worship me with your body?"

He smiles. Its that all she wants? We've all got our kinks, at the end of the day. "Sure," he says. She reaches her hand between her legs and slips him inside her.

"Is that good, is it, goddess?" he asks, gasping.

"Worship me, honey," says Bilquis, the hooker.

"Yes," he says, "I worship your breasts and your hair and your cunt. I worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry-red lips..."

"Yes..." she croons, riding him.

"I worship your nipples, from which the milk of life flows. Your kiss is honey and your touch scorches like fire, and I worship it." His words are becoming more rhythmic now, keeping pace with the thrust and roll of their bodies. "Bring me your lust in the morning, and bring me relief and your blessing in the evening. Let me walk in dark places unharmed and let me come to you once more and sleep beside you and make love with you again. I worship you with everything that is within me, and everything inside my mind, with everywhere I've been and my dreams and my..." he breaks off, panting for breath. "What are you doing? That feels amazing. So amazing..." and he looks down at his hips, at the place where the two of them conjoin, but her forefinger touches his chin and pushes his head back, so he is looking only at her face and at the ceiling once again.

"Keep talking, honey," she says. "Don't stop. Doesn't it feel good?"

"It feels better than anything has ever felt," he tells her, meaning it as he says it. "Your eyes are stars, burning in the, shit, the firmament, and your lips are gentle waves that lick the sand, and I worship them," and now he's thrusting deeper and deeper insider her; he feels electric, as if his whole lower body has become sexually charged: priapic, engorged, blissful.

"Bring me your gift," he mutters, no longer knowing what he is saying, "your one true gift, and make me always this...always so...I pray...I..."

And then the pleasure crests into orgasm, blasting his mind into void, his head and self and entire being a perfect blank as he thrusts deeper into her and deeper still...

Eyes closed, spasming, he luxuriates in the moment; and then he feels a lurch, and it seems to him that he is hanging, head down, although the pleasure continues.

He opens his eyes.

He thinks, grasping for thought and reason again, of birth, and wonders, without fear, in a moment of perfect postcoital clarity, whether what he sees is some kind of illusion.

This is what he sees:

He is inside her to the chest, and as he stares at this in disbelief and wonder she rests both hands upon his shoulders and puts gentle pressure on his body.

He slipslides further insider her.

"How are you doing this to me?" he asks, or he thinks he asks, but perhaps it is only in his head.

"You're doing it, honey," she whispers. He feels the lips of her vulva, tight around his upper chest and back, constricting and enveloping him. He wonders what this would look like to somebody watching them. He wonders why he is not scared. And then he knows.

"I worship you with my body," he whispers, as she pushes him inside her. Her labia pull slickly across his face, and his eyes slip into darkness.

She stretches on the bed, like a huge cat, and then she yawns. "Yes," she says. "You do."

Sunday, July 17, 2016

The fantasies could just spiral on forever

First, thanks to K for pointing me toward the video below, which shows real-life models who don't just act like unmoving mannequins, but are hypnotically programmed to remain motionless until they're "unlocked." Especially notice the descriptive text. These models are trained with three hours of hypnosis every day for three months, and then they receive two hours of reinforcement every week thereafter. Three hours of hypnosis every day for three months! Then weekly reinforcement! Can you imagine how suggestible you'd be after that much time in trance? I'd give anything to have this job.

Okay, now that you've watched the video, let's free associate about it.

First, I love the scene beginning at 1:46 where the model is just sitting there, frozen, while other people are talking about her. She seems totally unaware of them, but the hypnotist says she can see and hear. That's a shame, don't you think? It would be hotter if her mind was as blank as her face.

But the fact that she can hear makes me wonder what goes through these models' heads when they're frozen. The "instruction sheet" shown at 2:16 says the models can pose for up to 30 minutes at a time.What do they think about while they're frozen? I'd want to be programmed to be in a state of bliss every time I was frozen, loving my obedience and helplessness, and loving the amazed stares of everyone who saw me.

The guy at 3:41 has a smooth, shiny face and hair that reminds me of Gigolo Joe from the movie A.I. Thinking that takes me off on a new round of fantasies about how hypnotized models could be made up to look more like mannequins than people...and then how they could be programmed to think they were mannequins. Three hours of hypnosis a day for three months could have all kinds of interesting effects.

Now let's take it a step further. Remember fashion Thierry Mugler's famous "robot suit" from the 90's? Here, let me remind you...and let me also add a quick aside to say I like the third picture best  because the woman seems to have been forcibly robotized and now she's about to do the same to the other woman.

Now imagine that the women modeling these robot suits were hypnotized to believe they were robots: to hold poses for 30 minutes at a time, and to move and speak like robots when they did move and speak. The designer might even hide tiny ear buds under the women's headgear that would play a loop of hypnotic mantras. Maybe a recording to be beamed into their earbuds so that they all heard the same commands at the same moment and moved in perfect synch. They might even be able to blink in synch, although you know me: I wish they could wear silver contact lenses and not blink at all. But blinking once every 30 seconds, in synch, would still be pretty hot.

Now, again, let's go further. Imagine hypnotized sex workers who could be programmed as robots, like the models above, or made into anything else a client could imagine. A vampire fetishist could have a hypnotized sex worker who believed the fetishist really was a vampire, and act accordingly. Or - and IMO, this would be one thousand times hotter - the sex worker could be hypnotized, but also a hypnotist herself. Then she could be programmed to believe she was a vampire; and she'd hypnotize her client during their role play until the client really believed s/he was being mind controlled, seduced, bitten, and finally either turned or made into the vampire's "permanent" slave.

So far I've been trying to stick to real-life fantasies, things you could actually pull off if you had the time and the money and a suggestible subject. But just think of how much further we could go if we leave the world of the real. Our hypnotic subjects could be shaved, get full-body silvery tattoos, get corneal tattoos or implants (Those are actually real, and they're creepy as fuck), get other body implants, wear earbuds that chanted mantras and commands 24 hours a day so that they never left trance, be programmed to sleep in glass cases and/or display foam....

I could go on like this for days, I think, but there's at least one idea that I want to save for a future post or maybe even a story. Stay tuned for that one.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

It took a little longer to come than I thought

Must have been practicing tantra or something, but here it is at last, and I couldn't be prouder. :)

Here's the link, and here's the full description. Have fun!

If you have a fetish, chances are that you’ll find it in this book. At least 20 different naughty needs are bound up in these stories, including BDSM, latex, suspension, dark magic, heavy rubber, total enclosure, hypnosis, anonymous trysts, corsets, ballet boots, leather, pony girls, gimp suits, masturbation, collars, chains, and both damsels *and* their knights in shining armor in distress.

In “Solitaire,” the simplest of computer games draws a woman into the deepest levels of heavy rubber slavery.

In “Knights in White Bondage,” a fetish party is interrupted by a young man claiming that the slave of a self-proclaimed enchantress really *is* enslaved, and that he’s come to rescue her.

“Quick and Dirty” is just what it says: a filthy little tale about a tryst in a public bathroom.

In “Spellbound,” a supernatural researcher finds out that fairies are all too real – and all too seductive.

Finally, in “High Strung,” a powerful Queen comes to parley with a sorceress but finds herself in over her head – and over everybody else’s heads as well.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Book and YouTube news

First, I've basically finished my next book, Kinked: an anthology of five extra-fetishy fantasies that combine mind control with latex, total enclosure, suspension, the supernatural, etc. All that's left is finishing the cover and doing one more proofread. I'll be uploading the book to Amazon Tuesday morning, so it will probably be available by Tuesday evening, although you can never be sure with Amazon. I'll let you know as soon as it goes live.

I''m going to put this book in Kindle Unlimited, which means I can't sell it at Smashwords and can't give you a discount coupon. Sorry about that, but it's a long book; and under the KU system, long books do much better when they're exclusive to Amazon. Fortunately for those of you who don't have Kindles, there are lots of freeware programs available that will will translate from .mobi to .epub; and none of my stuff is DRM protected.

Now for the YouTube half of this post. I've said before that I've started a YouTube channel, and it's continuing to grow. I'm actually amazed at how many people have subscribed. Right now most of the content is in my (ever-growing) playlist, but I plan to upload some stuff of my own in the near future. The problem is that I had a bunch of great videos stored on my last computer (including the full Big Trouble in Little China and the full 70's version of King Kong), but that computer died. I'd been faithfully backing up most of my data, so I didn't lose too much, but I had not been backing up my videos because they were so damn big. Now they're gone forever, and YouTube took down the originals, so I can't easily get that content back. I'll have to find fresh copies. Any help would be appreciated - but please don't suggest a torrent site unless you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's malware free. I'm very nervous about torrenting.

Anyway, I will be adding one new original video to my channel next week. I'm going to experiment with a book commercial, so I'll be recording myself (trying to sound sexy but not sexy enough to attract stalkers, and disguising my voice a bit) describing the new book and reading an excerpt. I'm curious to see whether it will help my sales. If it does, I'll keep it up. I can think of some other things to record as well, but I don't plan to get into the podcast business because I have too many other things going on.

Well, wish me luck; and again, if you know where I can get clean copies of Big Trouble, King Kong, Looker, or any other of the MC greats, please let me know.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

A preview of things to come

Remember when I showed you that site Tabico had found, with all the gorgeous latex and heavy rubber images? I told you I'd be using one for my next cover, and I am. At left is a mock-up - purely a mockup - of the short story collection I plan to put out later this month.

Now remember when I told you, a few weeks earlier, about a new fantasy I'd developed in which a woman gets turned into a living chandelier. Well, that story is going to be in the collection - along with all the other kinkiest short stories I haven't published yet (which I think I'll save as a surprise), plus one other which I've published before but didn't think was advertised in the right context. It fits much better here.

Anyway, I'm shooting for a publication date of roughly July 12, so be on the lookout.