Jim Black

Jim Black is the driving force behind this blog. He's also a personal safety advocate who's been teaching martial arts and/or self-defense since 1997. (No, they're not the same, and you shouldn't ask Jim about the difference unless you're prepared for a long-winded lecture.) Because many people believe that porn is evil—and that all people who watch porn are child molesters and rapists—Jim uses a pen name when he's writing about porn, sex, and politics. (It helps to keep the raging morons away.) Click around for a while to fall in love with his blog or, for less of a commitment, check out him out on Twitter.

Oct 212011
 
Header art for Shon Richards' Erotiterrorist blog

Every part of this image represents some bit of kinkiness Shon has brought to life through his work.

Because I’m an amazing porn stud (and because I asked), I convinced Shon Richards to spend some time at the Liquid Whispers Virtual Kitchen Table ((All rights reserved. Patent pending.)) for a little cyber coffee and a ten-question interview.

We’ll get to the questions and answers in a minute. First, I want to draw your attention to a few things.

  1. Shon maintains a blog called Erotiterrorist. You will read this interview, then you will click over to it and become a devoted fan. That is not a request.
  2. For those of you who are inclined to tweet–or even just to lurk about Twitter–Shon can be stalked found at @ShonRichards.
  3. The image above is the header image to Shon’s blog. It was created by George Sportelli ((See more of his work at www.sportelli.blogspot.com)), who deserves a standing ovation for that luscious bit of eye candy.

And now, without further ado, I give you Ten Questions with Shon Richards:

LW: “Erotiterrorist.” That’s quite a name. How’d you come up with it? Do you ever feel nervous that the NSA is looking over your shoulder?

SR: I came up with the name shortly after the Janet Jackson Super Bowl nipple.  I was a bit politically overactive at the time and I felt that the religious right’s outrage over Janet’s breast was a bit forced.  It felt like people were treating her nudity as if it was some sort of terrorist attack and that we needed to bomb somebody for punishment.  It occurred to me that if they were that terrified of Janet’s breast, what the Hell would they think of an erotic writer?

Later that year, Clean Sheets had a contest for erotica with a political twist.  In a single sitting I wrote a story about erotic terrorists and I won 2nd place in their contest.  I liked the concept and I debated writing more stories about it.  I never did but when I started a blog, I wanted a name that reminded me that no matter how tame or vanilla I think porn is, some people out there would think it was the work of demonic forces.

My first wife was terrified of the name because she thought I was asking for a trip to Guantanamo.  I did used to get a lot of web hits from Langley which was kind of funny.  I remember one time a person emailed me to say that they were going to link to my site but they didn’t want to promote terrorism.  That is porn in a nutshell.  Some people love porn and other people are convinced that it is evil.  I think erotica writers and fans should never forget that.

LW: You’ve been writing for a long time. When did you start, why did you start, and why did you keep going?

SR: I was an only child till I was 8.  I read a lot and stories were very important to me when I played with my toys.  I had continuity in my play and I was annoyed when other children came to visit because I had to update them on what all my toys were doing and how they acted.  When I was 12, I started playing Dungeons and Dragons (TM) and that gave me a huge outlet for creating worlds.  I played a lot of RPG games and usually ending up running them because I was the one who wanted to come up with three dozen supporting characters.

I started really writing when I got my first computer in the 90′s.  I went looking for stories and I found a lot of fan fiction and porn on the Internet.  There was a lot I liked but also a lot I hated.  I wrote my first stories as parodies of the entire internet erotica because I was trapped in a weird mental space where I wanted to mock it yet also desperately wanted to be a part of it.  I got a few parodies out of my system and as my time spent in roleplaying games declined, I transferred that energy to more likable characters and more serious plots.

I keep going primarily because I love to write.  My self esteem takes a hit if I don’t produce something new to impress myself with on a regular basis.  I am also something of a tinkerer and I enjoy exploring new avenues in porn that others might not.  I didn’t see anyone else making a choose-your-own adventure porn story, so that makes it more exciting for me.

LW: You once wrote about having agoraphobia. Since writing that post, you’ve become a stay-at-home-husband. First, welcome to the club! Second, what are you doing to keep that condition from turning you into a cat-hoarding recluse?

SR: My agoraphobia has been a weird experience.  I have always been highly anxious and the hostility of my family didn’t help that.  My first wife was very dominating and I can see now that she exploited my agoraphobia in order to have better control over me.  For example, I didn’t learn to drive until I was thirty-five and my first wife would berate me for not driving but then also come up with excuses as to why I couldn’t learn.

My 2nd wife has introduced me to the wonderful world of medication and that has helped immensely.  Learning to drive, learning to manage my own bills and other basic adult functions have really helped me kick my anxieties.  I am also at that weird age where I can see signs of anxiety in other people in public.  Most people are terrified of looking stupid and I notice that now.  I think I overcome my agoraphobia by sheer pride.  I want to be a better person.  I hit bottom when I couldn’t leave the house; I am too ashamed of myself to go back to that level again.

I tell you what I do: when I notice that I am avoiding a situation because of some sort of anxiety, I force myself to do it whether I really need to or not.  I can be antagonistic to myself that way.

LW: There’s an old writer’s maxim that says, “Write what you know.” What do you think about that advice? Follow-up: You write about some pretty wild stuff. Tell us about that.

SR: You do have to write what you know.  Most people however are wrong about what they know.  You don’t need to know every thing there is to know about bondage to write about it, you just need your own opinions about what you like about it and exploit that.  Star Wars isn’t about real space combat and vast empires; it is about a kid becoming a hero with a wise mentor and fun friends.  Lucas had friends and he knew the kind of glory he daydreamed of having.  He turned around and made a movie based on those wishes.  No galactic law knowledge required.

Which brings me around to a lot of the weird things I write.  I read and play a lot of fantasy and science fiction books and games, so I am comfortable in those genres.  I also enjoy playing in sandboxes that no one else is, so if I see something like Ming the Merciless from Flash Gordon and realize no one is making over-the-top space opera porn stories, than it encourages me to do it.  By not having a contemporary, I become my own expert.  I also play up to my strengths.  I know I don’t know a lot about subject X, but I know a lot about flirting and sex, so if I write about subject X, it is just a background for the sex and flirting.

LW: As a follow-up to that follow-up, you recently wrote a post in which you lamented that much of BDSM “porn” is more apologetic than kinky. Tell us more about that, please.

SR: BDSM is that wonderful, lovely topic where people have feelings to do things a certain way, and a hundred reasons from society that they shouldn’t act on those urges.  For a lot of men, it boils down to just feeling guilty about the joy they get from making a woman submit to their greediest desires.  Most men don’t realize that there is an entire culture of women eager to submit.  Not all women, but some.  That simple concept can be really hard to grasp and it works both ways.  I know plenty of submissive women who feel that their darkest urges are not right in some way.

Quite a few BDSM books, bless their hearts, try to explain this.  A lot of them work really hard to make the readers comfortable with enjoying what they are reading.  I used to find it helpful because I had my own doubts but now I find it annoying and some times tedious.  Odds are, the way I have made peace with myself is different than the way that the author of the story has.  By reading their argument that doesn’t apply to me, it just makes me think more about my own reasoning and less on the story at hand.  I would rather that kinky stories stick to the kink and trust their audience to not need their hand held.

Rarely does other genres do this.  You never see a horror novel stop and spend twenty pages on why it is okay for people to read horror.  Same with action movies where quite frankly, it is not okay to kill security guards by the dozens just because they work for the bad guy and yet they never take a time out to discuss the thrill of watching carnage. It drives me crazy when I see it in erotica.  I feel erotica should entertain, not be counseling therapy.

LW: Taking it back down to a more vanilla level, I’m bitterly jealous of your writing output. How do you do it? What does a typical day look like?

SR: My output is driven by guilt and ego.  When the Web hits go down and the comment on my blog dry up, I take pride in knowing that I will post a new story on Wednesday.  It is hard and it takes practice but when I skip a week, it is like failing at sex with the most beautiful woman in the world.  It is unthinkable.  I should get therapy for this.

I do have some tricks though.  I use reccurring characters because a good character is a story engine.  Otto Von Madd is an erotic mad scientist.  If I see a science fiction movie with a cool gimmick, I just ask myself what Otto would do with it and bam!, got an outline right there.  Same goes for Vaquel Di, a deep space explorer, Nash Nighthammer, a fantasy warrior and Holly Valentine, plucky reporter gal.  It is much harder to come up with brand new stories and new characters on the spot.  I do it to keep myself fresh but I try to have a few stories in the buffer first.

The novels get a bit trickier.  What drives my novels is pure desire to see the book.  Pusse and Cox was my desire to create a grind house movie that I would enjoy.   No one else was going to pair a male stripper and a cheerleader turned private eye.  If I wanted to read that book, I would have to write it.

My routine is a bit flexible.  I usually plan what I will write as I eat breakfast, write it as time permits during the day and then berate myself for not coming up with a new story idea by dinner.  This is why I like novels as, once I have the outline, I can write for weeks without having to brainstorm anything new.

LW: It’s been said that writers do a lot of reading. Do you read and, if so, what are you reading now?

SR: Right now I am reading Death is a Ruby Light which is an old 70′s spy sex novel that I am loving right now.  Remember when the Russians had high tech equipment and terrorism was something that only happened in the Middle East? I am slowly working my way through a 500-page collection of Jorge Luis Borges’ stories because he is smarter than I am and I have to digest him in smaller bites.  I am itching to read Dumas’ Three Musketeers again but I also have Dan Simmons’ Drood to read and I find that Simmons is a winter writer.  His stories always read like they were written on a bitter cold night.

LW: You have at least one guilty pleasure. Name it. Describe it. Tell us how we can have a similar experience.

SR: My guiltiest pleasure is spanking a woman who owes me something.  That might sound sinister but really it comes down to the thought that I can spank to my heart’s content because of some sort of transgression.  I enjoy spanking a lot but there is an art to spanking to make sure the spanking hurts but doesn’t hurt too much.  Someone once described a good spanking as a high speed massage.  I like doing those but what I really like is spanking for selfish reasons mixed with either punishment or payback.  That makes me happier than I care to admit sometimes.

LW: Ben & Jerry’s (TM) is coming out with a new flavor of ice cream based on your sex life. What’s is called? Please describe it.

SR: The ice cream would be called Von Madd Vanilla.  It would be French vanilla with bits of mint and orange chocolate.  I am pretty much a romantic in my sex life these days but I do adore the occasional oddity.

LW: Marvel, DC, or other? Explain and justify.

SR: When I was a kid, DC.  As an adult, I am horrified by the weird quasi-racist undertones of replacing minority current characters with their white male namesakes.  Also, they killed off Ryan Choi, a hilarious Asian scientist who didn’t know karate just to make five no name villains look good.  Sigh.

With that out of my system, I have to firmly say Other at this point.  Empowered and Bomb Queen are among my favorite titles and they are both adult and yet worlds apart.  I love Hellboy and I adore anything Richard Sala puts out.  Marvel and DC spend all of their time trying to create movie properties instead of telling good stories.

LW: Look into the future for a moment. Do you see a day coming when you won’t write any more? How will you know when that day has come?

SR: If I stop writing, then you will know I have been replaced by a clone or alien duplicate.   I stopped writing once when I was severely depressed and I imagine another depression could do the same.  The thing is, I know how important writing is for my well being, so I write almost as if it was a prescription.

I fully imagine dictating a story on my death bed.  I got shit to say.

 

 

I love that line, “I got shit to say.” It’s got a certain attitude–confidence? determination? chutzpah?–that makes me smile. Since there’s nothing I can say that will top that, I’m going to go ahead and let that be the last word…

Right after I remind you click over to Shon’s blog. He’s got shit to say, and you’ve got shit to read. Believe me, if you haven’t already fallen in love with his work, you’ll thank me later for introducing you.

Oh, and don’t forget that you can also find more Shon Richards goodness right here at Liquid Whispers, too.

Oct 212011
 
Cover art for Shon Richards' Prisoner of the Wizard's Harem

Cover art by George Sportelli ((See more of his work at www.sportelli.blogspot.com))

Last week, I finally scratched an item off my to-do list that had been there since… well, longer than I care to admit. I finally bought and read Shon Richards’ Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem ((available from Lulu.com for $9.99 ebook or $19.99 paperback)).

If you’re as old as I am, you’ll remember that Dungeons & Dragons was all the rage back in the early ’80s. Several spinoffs, including Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) books, were very popular because they had the benefit of giving you a sword-and-sorcery adventure without the hassle of getting all your friends together and arguing about who was going to be the Dungeon Master this time. Each page of a CYOA book lead you a bit deeper into the story and presented you with options. If you wanted to draw your sword and attack wildly, you’d be instructed to turn to a specific page. If you wanted to run like hell and fight another day, you’d be sent to a different page. Shon’s book Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem is just like those, except that his book has a lot more sex in it. (More on that in a minute.)

Who is Shon Richards?

Shon Richards is a writer of erotica, but not plain “vanilla” erotica. He doesn’t write about longing, or slow seductions, or romantic dinners. Rather, reading Shon’s work is like reading the script of a Quentin Tarantino movie. It’s over-the-top, action-packed, outrageously campy, and unabashedly fun.

Shon keeps up a steady pace of posting fiction at his Erotiterrorist blog, a site he’s maintained since 2005. I first began reading his work two years ago and, during that time, he’s managed to squeeze out several books in addition to his regular offerings. “I really ought to read one of those,” I said. Now, I finally have.

More Sex–and Lots of It

When you read Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem, you assume the role of Nash Nighthammer, a hero of epic proportions. You’re armed with good looks, a chiseled body, a loin cloth, helmet, and a war hammer–plus whatever wits you, the reader, bring to the story. Off you go into the dungeons of the wizard’s harem where you’ll fight female monstrosities and face dangerous seductresses of all kinds. You’ll fight living statues, you’ll face fearsome ogres ogresses. There’s a dwarf. There’s a vampire. There’s a dryad. There’s a water elemental. There’s a hideous Fuckbeast, which I’ll admit gave me quite a bit of trouble. (Spoiler alert: Despite it’s name, you do not want to stick your dick in this thing.)

Navigating through a book like this is not a straightforward process. One choice leads to another and, before you know it, you (as Nash Nighthammer) could be dead. (“I died? Fuck, I knew I should’ve used the magic condom!”) Retracing your steps requires more than just flipping back a few pages and trying again. At first I tried keeping a finger at all the crucial decision points. That system soon failed because I ran out of digits and couldn’t remember which finger corresponded to which decision. “Have I already fucked the dryad? No, that was before the dwarf. Was it after the cook? So when did the ogresses eat me?”

Eventually, I took notes, which helped a lot. Here’s a sample:

  • 166 which hole?
  • 181 birds or breeze?
  • 290 which drink?
  • 139 Fuckbeast!
  • 263 orgy door
  • 185 giantess’ tit
  • 45 demon queen
  • 180 cook
  • 165 dwarf
  • 169 ogresses
  • 109 COCKY

Shon gives us a fair warning at the very beginning of the book: “There is only one happy ending in the story and many ways to fail.” By taking notes, I was able to find that happy ending–and I got there via several different paths on several different read-throughs. I also found the various ways to fail. “Your adventure is over.” I grew to hate those words.

To Read or Not to Read

Read it. That’s my advice. More than that, spend the extra money to buy the paperback version ((I make no money either way.)). For a story like this, where your character’s next step might be 100 pages forward or back from your current page, there’s nothing like having a paper product in your hands to make the flipping more immediately gratifying. Put another way, if you’re old enough to remember geeking out on CYOA books, then you’re just not going to be happy searching through a PDF file.

Here’s a sample of my favorite lines, fairly indicative of what you’re going to find in the book on the adventure:

  • “Enough foreplay!” Scar says. “Now we fuck!” You are in no position to argue.
  • “Fuck!” she roars. “Asshole hit my asshole!”
  • The smell of sex invades your nose right before a tiny cock pushes up into your nostril.
  • It’s like fucking the fires of Hell, but a lot wetter.
  • As the Ogress cries out in passion, your head explodes in a cloud of bone, blood, and brains.

Still not convinced that you want to risk your hard-earned money? Check out Shon’s blog, Erotiterrorist. He posts more fiction there in a year than most writers produce in a lifetime. Try to keep your hand out of your pants and a smirk off your face while you read. I’ll bet you can’t. Spend even an hour perusing his archives and you’ll have no doubt that this book–or any of his books, for that matter–are worth every penny of the asking price. Probably more.

Shon’s books are available via Lulu.com. He’s also written a review of The Art of Blowjob which appears on this blog. (You know how to click and follow links, right?)

Oct 172011
 

 

Atena bends over and shows that she's not wearing panties

Atena gets ready to rub-a-dub-dub and make everything clean.

When the airlines lost her luggage, Atena decided to wash her underwear in the river. That’s how the locals did their laundry, after all. What could go wrong?

She must have failed to notice the proliferation of cell phones with cameras. Or maybe she did notice, which is why she’s smiling.

(Come on, you know she’s smiling. You can see it in her eyes. Her eyes, to the left.)

Photo by Met-Art

Oct 152011
 

They've been having some Sapphic fun

One coy smile, one knowing smile. They’ve been up to something naughty, and I’m the kind of guy who wants to know what they’ve been up to.

They’re not saying? That’s not a problem. The beauty of being a writer is that I have an imagination plenty powerful enough to make it up.

Are there any requests about what kinds of action we should imagine them getting up to?

Photo by FEMJOY


Oct 122011
 

 

Melisa steps into the hotel pool for some skinny dipping

Melisa forgot to bring her bathing suit. No matter; the hotel pool is "clothing optional."

When I was thirteen, I used to hang around the pool for hours just so I could ogle the girls and women in their bathing suits. (This was back in the Dark Ages, before there was an Internet.) In my fantasies, I hoped to see something like this. Sadly, this photo is the closest I’ve ever come to the reality.

I mean, “to the reality of seeing a beautiful woman go skinny dipping in a public pool.” I’ve seen naked women, thank you. And frankly, I hope to see a good many more. Got an exhibitionist streak? I’m always glad to get photos in the mail! Use the “Contact” link at the top of the page to get in touch with me. I’ll be glad to ogle your photos and tell you how good you look.

Photo by Met-Art

Oct 102011
 

A stunningly beautiful Asian model poses in front of a plant

Did they not notice the plant in the background?

I’ve got to believe that, between the photographer, the model, and any other help they had on hand, somebody must have noticed that the tree looks like it’s going right up her… rectum? vagina? One of those. Either way, it wouldn’t be pleasant.

The other option would be that the model, the photographer, and all the other help on hand did know about the plant, and that they in fact chose to pose her in front of it. If you think about it, Davon (the model) looks a bit like the Hindu goddess Kali with all her arms radiating out.

‘Course, Davon’s clearly Asian and therefore not likely to be a Hindu. That brings us back to the composition being just plain weird.

Here’s a solution that could help to cleanse all our mental palates. Let’s settle on referring to Davon as a sex goddess and call it a day, shall we? Leave a comment and let me know what you think about the idea.

Photo by Met-Art

Oct 082011
 

Topless brunette checks her stockings and garter

Jenya is hosting a spanking party. Being the good-looking, gracious hostess that she is, she has plans to make everyone feel welcome, special, and completely satisfied. Soon, her guests will arrive and the festivities will begin–first with light conversation, then with ice-breaking massages and banter, and finally progressing to ass-paddling and primal, dirty talk.

In her last few minutes to herself, Jenya pauses to make sure that everything is in place. Her makeup is perfect, her hair just so. Her nipple posts are secure and her bush is trimmed and tidy. As a last measure, she tests her garters and hose. It won’t do for them to slide off during a good spanking–not by accident, at least.

Photo by Met-Art

Oct 072011
 
Who is that mysterious woman and how does she write so damned well?

The mysterious Daisy Danger reveals a bit of herself to Liquid Whispers readers.

As promised in yesterday’s teasing tweet ((Follow this link to see the tweet.)), I was able to sit down at the virtual kitchen table and chat with one of my favorite bloggers… Daisy Danger!

If you aren’t familiar with her work, then you are in for a soul-squeezing, literary treat. As soon as you finish reading this interview, you must click over to her site and spend a full month a long time reading all of her posts. They’re amazing.

Helpful hint: Keep a box of tissues handy. I needed them because the stories wrung tears from my calloused-crusted heart. Other people report having been inspired to leak in other ways. Either way, keep a box of tissues handy and you’ll be covered.

LW: So, Daisy, your Twitter bio is interesting:

Literary, geeky, un-girly girl, hyper-sexual, brutally honest. I hate fake boobs and I love the Batman. Website NSFW

Now tell us who you really are.

DD: I think my Twitter bio is fairly accurate. I’m all of those things, literary, geeky, etc. In person, I’m really quiet until I warm up to someone, which can take minutes or months. I observe everything, I pay attention to the details. I’m intensely loyal to the people I care about.

LW: You’re an awesome writer but you’re not the only writer. What sets you apart? Why should readers give their time, attention, and money to you rather than to someone or something else?

DD: The truth is what sets me apart. I tell it all, the good, the bad, the ugly. I write about what’s real. If I have mind blowing sex, I write about it. If I’ve had horrible sex that leaves me traumatized, cold and empty, I write about that too. Readers who want fantasy erotica have a million other places to read that type of story. I think I share a lot of common experiences that people are afraid to talk about.

LW: It’s been said that writers do a lot of reading. Do you read and, if so, what are you reading now?

DD: I just started “Transmetropolitan” by Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson. The last few books I read were “Dies the Fire” and “The Protector’s War” by S.M. Stirling and “My Life in France” by Julia Child. My tastes run all over the place, but I’ve been trending more towards non-fiction in the last few years.

LW: “Success! You made it! You arrived!” What does that mean to you?

DD: Success is a series of baby steps. At first I thought “If anyone reads my blog, I’ll be happy!” Then after I got some readers, I thought “If only I can get 500 Twitter followers!” It doesn’t end. I’m sure even Neil Gaiman thinks “If only…” Success isn’t an end goal, it’s just little steps to make you push yourself further and harder.

LW: Ben & Jerry’s (TM) is coming out with a new flavor of ice cream based on your sex life. What’s it called? Please describe it.

DD: I’m not sure, but I think it would have some kind of dildo-shaped chocolate pieces in it and maybe a ripple of red wine. Then you would either orgasm or cry after you ate it.

LW: You’re stressed out. What do you do?

DD: Depends on the stress. After the life I’ve lead and the years I spend working with the mentally ill and terminally ill, I keep things in perspective. Usually a walk will do. If it’s really bad, I might go buy a pack of cigarettes, which might happen once a year or so. I also give myself license to just be a grumpy asshole every now and again to get it out of my system.

LW: Some people say that they have to write or else they will die. What’s your position on the “writing as air” claim? Follow-up: you find out that you can never write again. What do you do?

DD: Ever since I can remember, I didn’t want to be a writer. I had to be a writer. I didn’t choose this, it chose me. When I was about a year out of high school, I went to work as a news reporter at the local paper. The editor who interviewed me thought I was a smart ass kid until I passed every last one of his interview tests. Later he would remark that I was the only real writer they had on staff. At the time, I also had two kids and a creepy abusive boyfriend. The boyfriend would show up at work, call me at work, etc. One Friday, I went into work, put my section to bed for the weekend, and was ready to go home. The editor called me into his office, told me they had considered promoting me to assistant editor (at the age of twenty, mind you), but fired me instead because of the creepy boyfriend issues. I didn’t write another word for ten entire years. I didn’t die from it. If I stopped again tomorrow, I wouldn’t die from it either. I write because I’ve finally decided it would be irresponsible of me not to.

LW: You rub a magic lamp. A genie appears who will grant you three wishes. No strings attached, best possible outcome, guaranteed. What do you wish for?

DD: I have everything I want now, what could I possibly wish for? I’m loved, truly, passionately loved, I love that hard in return. I don’t want for food, money, health. I can do what I like and pursue anything I want whenever I please. Maybe the genie should wish they were me.

LW: You did not find magic lamp. You found a monkey’s paw. You still get three wishes, strings very much attached. What do you do?

DD: “I wish for a turkey sandwich on rye bread with lettuce and mustard. And… and I don’t want any zombie turkeys, I don’t want to turn into a turkey myself, and I don’t want any other weird surprises, you got it?”

LW: Exit strategy. Do you have one? How will you know when (or if) it’s time to stop writing?

DD: I do have one, but I’m not disclosing it now! It’ll be time to stop writing when I run out of things to say. There are plenty of equally interesting stories I have that aren’t sex related. New and interesting things are happening all the time.

 

“New and interesting things,” indeed. I’d like to extend a gigantic THANK YOU to Daisy Danger for taking the time to participate in this interview. I also want to remind you, Dear Reader, to head over to her blog ((www.DaisyDanger.com)) right now. Read it. Subscribe to it. Leave comments of adoration after every post.

Or, if you’d rather download her work to your Kindle, you can spend a token $0.99 over at Amazon.com and get every post she wrote in 2010, presented in chronological order. (Her blog presents the posts in helter-skelter order.) You can also read my review of the book, which should help reassure you that your $0.99 won’t be wasted.

Happy reading!

Oct 052011
 
Lilyanne Bloom seated on the kitchen counter making love to Max

Sex in the kitchen with early morning light. It's a beautiful thing.

I took a few days off (as I am wont to do) to recharge my mental batteries. I know you missed me because the lines on my Google Analytics traffic chart look like that lingering moment on a roller coaster–you’ve reached the top of a peak and have juuuust started sliding down into a sheer drop that you know will inevitably result in a fiery crash and the splattering of your gooey remains all over the fairgrounds.

As a token gesture of making it up to you, I offer this double-shot of kitchen sex, courtesy of Max and Lilyanne Bloom, proprietors of the new(-ish) Pornographic Love website. Click on any of the links in this post. They’ll take you to my review of the site, telling you what’s great about Pornographic Love and what will get better with time.

Or don’t click on any of the links because you can clearly see for yourself that this isn’t your typical hire-a-hooker, fly-by-night porn. This is artistic stuff filmed by a two people who have a deep and loving emotional connection with one another.

I don’t know about you but, for me, when I look into my partner’s eyes and can see that she’s enjoying me ((as opposed to just putting up with me)), that’s just about the hottest experience on this planet. You won’t get quite the same experience at Pornographic Love, but you’ll get one that’s awfully damned close.

 

Lilyanne Bloom enjoying rear entry sex as she leans on the kitchen table

Further evidence that breakfast sex can be a great way to start the day.

Photos by Pornographic Love

Oct 012011
 

She's dressed for the ball with nothign but her smile

With a smile like that, she doesn’t have to wear clothes.

Unless she gets cold. Poor thing, she doesn’t have a single superfluous body hair on her. Come winter, the tile floor and plaster walls will make that villa a miserable place to live. Her smile might warm my heart (and various other parts) but it won’t do a damned thing to keep her warm.

Why is that important? Because it’s hard to feel sexy about a woman with snot dripping out of her red, swollen nose. If that kind of thing does turn you on, I really don’t want to know about it.  ”Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” you know?

Photo by FEMJOY