Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Shout Out to Male Erotica Writers - Paco Jones

Let's hear it for the boys, ladies.  Who doesn't love reading about sex and romance
from a male point of view?

Every Wednesday, I'll be focusing on a male erotica writer
whose works I've read and enjoyed.

Since this is Memorial Day week, I thought I would concentrate on the stories of a Vietnam War veteran.  Paco Jones has written an absorbing tale about his life in the service during a very controversial war.  It took some time before America finally recognized the sacrifices of these brave young men who fought in Viet Nam and let's give a shout-out to them all.  Paco also writes erotica.



Book Description:

This is my story.
I wrote it as historical fiction in order to take some artistic license to make it more readable. Some of Vietnam was not readable and you can be sure there is much that wasn't written here. I just couldn't do it.
If I've done my job well, you won't be able to tell what is fiction and what is not. Be assured the fiction is minimal.
I arrived in Danang and the airbase went immediately to a red alert due to rocket attack. Welcome to Vietnam.
Riding YFU boats in the Literage division, delivering cargo up and down the coast of northern South Vietnam and accepting TDY assignments to a Special Operations group that didn't exist. The missions we did never happened.
Ride along on both sets of missions, some mundane and some not so much.
Clearly, I express the frustration being a veteran of a war that nobody wanted. We did our duty. Whether you agreed or not, you blamed the warrior for the war, and that was WRONG!
It wasn't only those of us who served directly in Vietnam, the disrespect was meted out to anyone that wore a uniform in that era. A whole generation of military personnel who could not express it's pride in serving our country.
Vietnam divided the country in the 60's and 70's, and it still divides it today.
Those from the 60's and 70's would just as soon forget it ever happened; those of us who served there will never forget.
We left Vietnam, but Vietnam did not leave us.
This is but one of the millions of stories that could be told and it has taken me 40+ years to write it.
Though I live through it every day, thankfully, Vietnam is a distant memory.


Things to Come 
by Paco Jones




This is a tale of the time between High School graduation and entering into Uncle Sam's Little Boys Canoe Club nine months later and the four young women who made that time incredibly memorable.


The Navy was a much better choice than being drafted ... or was it?

The four young women are real though bear no resemblance to the characters as described here.

During the last part of my Senior Year in High School, I'd applied to a new department store that was opening during the summer. I needed a real job of some sort, so when they called to interview and hired me to work in the stockroom the same day, I was pretty stoked.

I have to admit that I'm deadly shy and don't meet the opposite sex all that easily though once we've talked and bantered, I'm good to go. Doing that initial touch base is something that doesn't come natural to me, but this was a fun job and gave me the opportunity to meet some really cute girls.

I've always kind of envied those guys that can walk into a bar, spot a cute girl, walk over and strike up a conversation, then be able to take them home and screw the shit out of them. It's just never been my forte.

Wendy was the catalyst for this story, but I can't tell her story without Diane, Brenda, and Tina. It turned out to be every guys fantasy, only better.

In the end, one of the girls and me turned out to be soul mates of a sort and though all still partook of the activities, she and I were inseparable until it was time to go to boot camp. Then, life for me, went to hell in a hand basket

As I was to find out, many of the girls I worked around were very hot to trot. Yeah, yeah, I know, they always say don't shit where you eat, but I was going to be gone in six months anyway.

The United States Navy and Vietnam were calling my name.



Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Wicked Male Writers -- Matt Converse

Let's hear it for the boys, ladies.  Who doesn't love reading about sex and romance
from a male point of view?

Every Wednesday, I'll be focusing on a male erotica writer
whose works I've read and enjoyed.

This week, it's my pleasure to present these two books by Matt Converse. They are the real life stories of a gay young man who moved to San Francisco and found a job working as a male stripper.  His favorite songs to dance to were by Lady Gaga.


 Strip Shot 
by Matt Converse

We've all seen strippers up on stage. Did you ever wonder how they got there? The answer might surprise you.
Michael is a scrawny kid from Ohio who moves to San Francisco with his boyfriend Kenny. He loves everything about the city, except the guy he's with. When things turn ugly, how will he escape and how will he survive on his own, completely alone in the big city?
Along the way, he meets an eccentric cast of characters in his own personal Oz. An unlikely and not so yellow brick road with unexpected twists and turns lead him to the stage, but what will he find when he gets there? Will he have what it takes to make it as a stripper? Sometimes, you only get one shot.

My Review of Strip Shot:

I really enjoyed this true, story coming-of-age story about how a scrawny kid who was bullied and called a sissy in school leaves behind his home in Ohio and moves to San Francisco where he feels at home in the gay community and eventually becomes a popular stripper who dances to songs by Lady Gaga. After finishing the book, I watched a music video of her song "Applause", Matt's song of choice in his early career, and imagined what he might look like dancing to it. I'm sure he put on a fun show.



Behind the Velvet Curtain 
by Matt Converse
Buy Linkhttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TBPESD0 

People have an idea of what being a stripper is like, and they would probably be wrong. What goes on in his head might surprise you. Matt Jaxx is a sexy stripper who develops a fast following, but one of them turns scary stalker. Along the way he way he meets Justin and it's lust at first sight, both doing things they'd only fantasized about. Right when he seems to have it all, his stalker reappears, revealing his twisted agenda. Sex sells, what it attracts can be deadly.


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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

New BDSM Erotic Mystery


Here is an excerpt from my erotic mystery about a homicide detective who falls for his prime suspect. Will this femme fatale take him down with her?:

He left the house and walked along a stone path lined with rose bushes on either side. He saw a woman sitting at a table with her back to him. The first thing he noticed were her shapely calves. One of her legs crossed over the other, and he saw the red-lacquered sole of a Christian Louboutin designer shoe, his footwear of choice for his submissives. Trying not to startle her, he stepped front of the table, facing her.

"Ms. Forshey...”

She jumped upon seeing him, uncrossed her legs and sat up straight.  "Who are you?”

“I’m Detective Jay Harrison. I’m in charge of this case.” He showed her his badge.

“I see,” she answered, wiping her eyes, wet from crying. Her beauty took his breath away. She bore a striking resemblance to Lauren Bacall when she starred in “To Have and Have Not.” Her shoulder-length blonde hair was softly curled and parted on the side. Her eyes were a perfect mixture of blue and green and her eyebrows were perfectly arched, looking as if she could see right through anyone who talked to her. She wore a checkered jacket and a tight white blouse that barely reined in her large breasts. 

He cleared his throat and tried to stop thinking about how sexy she was and then sat down at the table with her. “I know this is a difficult time and I’ll try not to inconvenience you too much.” 

“Thank you,” she softly answered, and held an embroidered handkerchief up to her nose.

“I just have a few questions. I understand that you were gone on a business trip, came home from the airport, and found him dead.”

“That’ right.”

“What airline did you take?”

“Delta.”

“What city did you visit?”

“Atlanta.”

“And what kind of business?”

“I’m a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue. There was a convention I attended.”

“I see. Is there anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts over the last 24 hours?”

 “I was on a plane. Everyone could vouch for me if they remembered what I look like.”

“Oh, I think they’d definitely remember your face.”

“Excuse me?” 

 “Well, because you are very beautiful.”

She blushed deeply and he could see that she liked to be complemented. That may come in handy later, he told himself. “How did you get back to your house?”

“I drove home. I left my car at the airport’s parking garage. Why all the questions?”

“We always ask the person who found the body these questions. Often, the victim knew the killer.”


“You’re making me nervous,” she said and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table. She put one in her mouth and he picked up a silver lighter lying next to it and lit her cigarette. She rested her fingertips on his hand and then slowly and sensually blew out a cloud of smoke. She looked over at him and smiled.

He looked at the lighter more closely and read, “JRF. Are these your initials?”

“Yes.” 

“What’s your middle name?”

 “Roberta.” 

“Very personalized. I like when things are engraved. It’s classy.”

“If you say so,” she answered. 

“Okay, Ms. Forshey—

“Call me Jessica,” she flirted. 

“Ms. Forshey,” he insisted, “What was the first thing you saw when you came home?”

 “The front door was open. I thought that maybe my husband had forgotten to close it. He’s been quite forgetful lately. He had early onset dementia.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Tragic,” she said, flicking the ash off her cigarette into an oyster shell ashtray on the table.

“What did you see next?”

“The door to the safe was open.”

“Was it empty?”

“Yes. Someone took my jewelry and two gold bars.” 

“Did your safe have a painting in front of it?”

“Yes. A landscape by Cezanne. I’m surprised the burglar didn’t take it. It’s worth a fortune.” 

“I’ll have to take a look. Cezanne is one of my favorite artists.”

“Mine, too,” she answered and smiled.

“When did you notice that your husband was in the room?”

“Shortly after that.”

“Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill him?” 

“No. Everyone liked him. He didn’t have any enemies.”

“Oh, okay.” He was quiet for a few beats and then asked, “Do you or your husband own a gun?”

“My husband keeps one in a bedroom drawer.”

“Is it still there?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.” 

"Which bedroom was yours?”

“His was upstairs to the left.”

He thought, hmmm…they don’t sleep together. Why not? Is there trouble in paradise? “I’ll take a look before I leave.”

“Am I under arrest, Detective?”

“Should you be?” 

 “Do you always answer a question with a question?” Sounding defensive she answered, “I wasn’t even in town. Ask my employer if you need confirmation.”

“I will. One more thing. Have you ever been on a sailboat?”

She laughed and said, “No. What a funny question. Why do you ask?”

 “The ropes that bound him. Whoever did it knew some very intricate rope patterns.”

“You think I tied him up?”

“I’m just trying to gather as much information as I can. Nothing personal.” 

 She arched one of her well-defined eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what made him tick. 

 He stood up and said, “No. You’re not under arrest, Ms. Forshey. Just let me know if you plan to leave town.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out one of his cards. She stood up and he noticed how well she looks in a knee-length pencil skirt. She was tall for a woman—probably five foot ten. He shook her hand and told her, “I’m going to look for the gun.”
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Would you like to read what happened next? Taken is available for $1.99 at Amazon, iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Smashwords and Kobo. 

https://www.amazon.com/Taken-Maggie-May-ebook/dp/B06ZY57Q34

Friday, May 19, 2017

Naughty Jane Austen

Here is another excerpt from my erotic version of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility.  My Austen variation takes place in modern-day Newport Beach, California.


     Willoughby came to visit the following day and found Marianne doing much better after her fall.  She could walk with a cane and was dying to get out of the house.  When he asked if she’d like to go for a ride in his convertible, she jumped at the chance.
     “Once again you come to my rescue,” she told him.  “I’ve had the worst case of cabin fever.  I long for freedom.”
     He took her hand and helped her rise out of the chair.  As she stood before him, he once again admired the swell of her full breasts that were peeking out of a light cotton blouse.  He hoped that she had forgotten to wear her bra again today.
      Once inside his car, he said, “You are so very beautiful, Marianne.”
     “Thank you,” she answered, straightening her gypsy skirt.
    “May I kiss you?”
     She exhaled slowly and told him, “Yes.  But drive a few streets over so my   Mom doesn’t see us.”
     Obeying her orders, he drove several blocks away and pulled over to a curb.
    She looked at him with barely contained anticipation and he reached over, drawing her closer.  He gazed into her eyes and asked, “May I?”
   “Please!” she practically ordered him.  She had been dreaming of this moment for days.
   He gently kissed her lips, then getting more aroused, probed the insides of her mouth with his tongue.  She liked it as much as he did.  He felt himself getting harder and told himself that he’d better stop lest he ravish her right out in public.  He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him.
   His cock was rock hard and he confessed, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw how sexy your breasts looked when your blouse got all wet.”
    Marianne was shocked by his forwardness.  “Excuse me,” she protested.  “I’m not used to guys talking to me like that.”
    “Like what?” he asked, incredulously.  “I can’t say ‘breasts’ around you?  Why not?  Don’t you remember how excited you got when I read from ‘I Sing the Body Electric’?” He quoted from Whitman’s poem, “Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused.”
    “That was different,” she passionately told him.
    “How so, Marianne?”
    “It was literature.”
    With building frustration, he argued, “Literature that’s based on real life and real emotions!”
    “Honestly, Willoughby.  What’s gotten into you today?”
   “You went outside in a rain storm without a bra on.  Don’t blame me for noticing your ‘bosom’—is that what you want me to call them?”
    “That word is more like it.”
    “Jesus, Marianne.  Are you afraid of sex?”
    “No, I’m not.”  Defensively, she told him, “My father just died.  I’ve been forgetful.  I didn’t realize that I’d forgotten to wear a bra until it rained.”
    “Your father just died?  I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “Yes.  I’ve been having a horrible time trying to cope.”
    He put his hand on her knee and said, “I’m so sorry.”
    She brushed his hand away and brusquely replied, “Let’s just enjoy the ride.” She tried to ignore him and the feelings he awakened in her.  Feeling her panties getting wetter, she put her knees close together, trying to squeeze away the feeling.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the way the wind felt blowing through her hair.  After a few miles of silence, she felt free of care, glad to get a break from her familiar surroundings.  She reached over and took his hand.  “Where are we going anyway?”
    “To my house.  Would you like to see it?”
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Would you like to read what happens next?  Sense and Sexuality: An Erotic Austen Variation is available at the following stores.





Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wicked Male Writers - J.f. Silver

Let's hear it for the boys, ladies.  Who doesn't love reading about sex and romance
from a male point of view?

Every Wednesday, I'll be focusing on a male erotica writer whose works I've read and enjoyed.

This week, I'm focusing on J.f. Silver's 3 erotic romances about the happily-married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average.  You'll find out that their sex life is anything but average--it's smokin' hot, as a matter of fact. Let's hear it for sexy, long-lasting marriages!!


Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average:

Can sex really get better with age? For Joe and Elaine, an average couple married a long time, the answer is definitely yes! After thirty years together they begin experimenting with others and discover a whole new world of pleasure. An unexpected three-way leaves them curious and wanting more. When Elaine suggests a search for playmates, they meet John and his sexy Asian wife, Mika. Sparks ignite from the start for the women and two lucky husbands get to come along for the ride. Things get hotter with each visit and as fantasies are fulfilled, the couples become much more than just friends, proving that age is just a number.


My Review:
After reading this delightful story, I could see why it has so many 5 star reviews. What attracted me was the way that Joe and Elaine were just regular middle-aged people who just happened to have an extraordinarily good sex life. I liked how the Joe deferred to what Elaine wanted and how having other partners was her idea. It showed a lot of respect for women and judging from the sex of J. F.'s reviewers here on Goodreads, women really, really like him. Let's here it for sexy marriages! Rock on, J.F. 


Nothing Grey About Fifty:

Just how close can two happily married couples become? Joe and Elaine, along with their “friends with benefits,” Mika and John, return for the second helping of “Mr. and Mrs. Average Joe.” Away from the bedroom, the four souls share mutual pleasures while discovering new and exciting passions. Another fantasy is fulfilled when a night out results in a sexy surprise reunion with a very special friend. But things really heat up as the couples begin celebrating birthdays together. Age is just a number but hitting the half century mark has never been hotter than this. 

My Review:
I'm in the mood for strawberries, whipped cream and a stripper pole after reading this 2d book of the fun and sexy chronicles of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average. Keep them cummin', J.F. Silver. 


New Temptations:

Best friends Elaine and Mika as sex educators? When their book is a hit, the two couples take San Francisco by storm during an unforgettable tour. The ladies love sharing their fantasy filled advice with the world and soon, more offers pour in. John and Mika also surprise their friends by treating them to a decadent evening at a legendary sex club. How far will Joe and Elaine go when anything is possible? This sexy research brings about a hot, new fantasy, one that’s never happened before. A weekend in Wine Country is the perfect setting but, can Elaine convince their husbands to play along? As always, the friends and lovers help each other through life, loss, beginnings and exciting New Temptations.

My Review:
Another hit from J.f. Silver. This is an erotic story about Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average and their best friends (with benefits) who travel to San Francisco and Napa County for business and pleasure. Their wives Mika and Elaine are successful erotica writers who are on a book tour this trip. Money is no object for this foursome because the book sales have been astronomical. (Every writers' dream, including mine). Diamonds are bought as gifts, the best wines are tasted, and there's more than enough money to go to sex clubs in San Francisco and expensive restaurants, leaving big tips behind at both. The sex scenes are very hot and there's a bit of a mystery at the end of the story about what Mika will be given as a birthday present. I'm not telling you what is it. You'll have to read the book to find out.