Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Come See Your Favorite Sizzler Authors Perform!

Here's an opportunity to see some of your fan-fave Sizzler Editions authors read their best kinky fiction at the next Leather, Lace & Lust: An Evening Of Erotic Storytelling and Sexual Merriment event in San Francisco: 

Come one, come all* to an evening of lusty literature by many of the best erotica writers in the Bay Area!

From the tempting tease of delicate lace to the steamy heat of hardcore leather, these authors and performers will amuse, delight, and most of all excite you in all kinds of new and provocative ways; This is an evening of witty, carnal, and provocative literary endeavors that will tickle just about every kind of fancy, a festival of playful sensual fiction that will make you laugh, cry, and get that oh-so-special tingly feeling in your nether-regions.

In other words, a night of kick-ass erotica performed by ass-kicking writers!

Sponsored by WriteSex: Everything a writer needs to know about the business of publishing erotica!

Our featured performers include:

Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, is a best-selling, award-winning author of seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing.

Molly Weatherfield: "Twenty years ago, a mild-mannered computer programmer decided to spend some quality time with her erotic fantasy life, and Carrie's Story - BDSM for smart girls - was born."

Mistress Lorelei Powers is a well-known bi poly sadist and Domme. She is the author of several BDSM classics, including On Display, The Mistress Manual, and Charm School for Sissy Maids.

Blake C. Aarens is an author, poet, screenwriter, playwright, and a Black Girl Nerd.

Jean Marie Stine is the author of a number of pioneering works of erotica published in the late 1960 and early 1970s, beginning with Season of the Witch in 1968, which was filmed as the motion picture Synapse. Her erotic short stories and novelettes have been collected as "Trans-sexual: Fiction for Gender Queers."

Xan West refuses pronouns, twists barbed wire together with yearning, and tilts pain in many directions to catch the light. Xan adores vulnerable tops, strong supportive bottoms, queer activist communities, red meat, and cool, dark, quiet rooms with comfortable beds.

M.Christian is a recognized master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica and many others.

Saturday, December 6th
The Center For Sex And Culture
1349 Mission St, San Francisco, CA 94103
Doors at 6:30PM, Event starts at 7:30PM
Admission: $10

*no guarantees

Monday, November 17, 2014

Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way With Jean Marie Stine and M.Christian

Join Sizzler Editions Publisher, Jean Marie Stine, and Associate Publisher, M.Christian, at a very special class on using social media to help your adult business grow on November 29th at the Center For Sex And Culture in San Francisco:

Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way...

... for Retailers, Therapists, Photographers, Video Makers, Sex Workers, Writers & Others

Nov 29, 2014 2:00 PM - 4:00PM
Center for Sex and Culture
1349 Mission St,
San Francisco, CA 94103

Let's face facts: the adult business world has totally, completely changed marketing and advertising tricks that used to work simply don't anymore ... which is why, more than ever, thinking outside the box is key to raising above the rest and, best of all, bring in exposure and, hopefully, sales.

Twitter? Tumblr? Facebook? While there are a lot of options, many of the techniques that a lot of gurus and experts recommend only work for those same experts and gurus ... and not for anyone else.

But in this fun and provocative lecture you'll learn to learn the differences between what other people say you should do and what actually works including when to play by the rules and when not to, how to rise above the rest, and how to manage your marketing time and dollars.

Among some of the subjects covered will be:
  • How to blog, tweet and post effectively and efficiently
  • How to handle fast media like Twitter versus slower ones like Facebook
  • When national social media is what you want and when it's something you don't need
  • The power of FREE
  • Knowing your audience ... and developing great techniques to reach them
  • Understanding the difference between likes, friends and actual sales
  • How to make your social media presence rich and interesting without taking valuable time away from your company
  • How to think innovatively about advertising, public relations, and marketing that don't involve social media or even the internet
Jean Marie Stine is the author of a number of pioneering works of erotica published in the late 1960 and early 1970s, beginning with Season of the Witch in 1968, which was filmed as the motion picture Synapse. Her erotic short stories and novelettes have been collected as "Trans-sexual: Fiction for Gender Queers." She is the Publisher of Renaissance E Books, which includes the Sizzler Editions imprint of premier and groundbreaking erotica

M.Christian is a recognized master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica and many others. He is a sexuality and BDSM educator for venues all across the country -- and an Associate Publisher for Renaissance E Books.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

New at Sizzler Editions: A COWBOY’S PROMISE [The Men of Onyx Creek, Book 1] by Sabrina Luna

When cowboy Zeke Lucas arrives at Jacob Carter's secluded farmhouse to escape a bad thunderstorm, they end up creating some thunder of their own that very night.

As the following morning dawns, the two men start to see each other a little more clearly. Jacob's a lonely, down-on-his-luck writer; passion is easy, but letting Zeke into his heart may prove more difficult. Will he allow the cowboy of his dreams to help him move on with his life?

"Very sweet, hot story. Great to relax with a cup of tea." —Goodreads

New at Sizzler Editions: SUCH MASTERFUL MEN: The Best Kinky Erotica of Jay Lawrence

Such Masterful Men: The Best Kinky Erotica of Jay Lawrence
Here is an unforgettable, senses-shattering collection guaranteed to get you hot and bothered!

Jay Lawrence writes of this gripping book: "I didn't intend to become an erotica writer. In 2000—long before Fifty Shades and the boom in digital publishing—I wrote a novel called The Love Slave. A friend suggested I try submitting it to one of the newfangled fledgling eBook publishers (most of which are now long since gone). The name of the company escapes me but my book was turned down because it was "too erotic". They liked my writing and found the story interesting but it was just a bit too racy and edgy for their readers! I was actually quite surprised. "Too erotic?" I muttered, puzzled. "But it's artistic!" Anyway, I was given a tip that literally changed the course of my life. I was advised to try The Love Slave with another new digital publisher, Sizzler Editions. Apparently they didn't object to the "naughty bits"! And that opportunity opened up a lovely, if unexpected, career in writing erotica.

"Looking back, I was honored to take part in the pioneer days of the eBook industry. Some amazing things happened—like being in one of the first Amazon Top Ten eBook lists alongside Stephen King! Neither of us sold many copies at that time but it proved to be an experiment that was well worth trying. I ignored the "dot com bubble" naysayers and kept on writing eBook erotica. Of course, there were those who said the motor car would never catch on…

"This is a selection of my favorite short stories and novel excerpts. I tend to create strong but flawed male characters and my work is therefore placed in the "male dom" category. My masculine characters are usually in charge of the situation. Just as I didn't originally intend to write erotica, I also didn't really plan to create such masterful men! They just turned out that way and I'm glad they did. I hope you enjoy Such Masterful Men."


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

A Tantalizing Tease: A Sample From LURE OF THE DUNGEON by Powerone

Here's a first chapter preview of Powerone's very, very, very hot LURE OF THE DUNGEON... enjoy!

Chapter 1

Lifetime Goals and Challenges

“You want to study anthropology?” her father exclaimed when she told him. 
Jessica was a junior in high school and she needed to apply now if she wanted a chance to get in.  “Yes, at Brown University.”
Her mother couldn’t believe where she wanted to go.  They weren’t poor by any measure, but she knew Brown wasn’t only expensive, but also difficult to get into.  Jessica had excelled at school all her life, but was this too much of a stretch?  “What are you going to do with a bachelor’s degree in anthropology when you graduate?”
“I want a PhD.  I want to teach and work in the field.  It’s what I always wanted.”  What she didn’t tell them was that she wanted to specialize in human behavior.  She wanted to discover and understand the role dungeons and other places that were used to physically torture victims, played in the cultural evolution.  And she wanted to experience it sexually as well as physically.
Her father knew better than to try to discourage Jessica from anything she wanted.  If she set her mind on something, she usually succeeded, no matter what the roadblocks were.  He looked at her mother and her eyes said the same thing.  “If that is what you want, we will support you in all the ways we can.  We’re not rich, but we can help you, but you’ll need scholarships, grants and work-study to pay for it.  A PhD will be rigorous and time-consuming, but you have always been driven.  We have no doubt that you will succeed.”
She raced over to them to kiss and hug them.
* * * *
She did everything she planned, determined to succeed.  She got into Brown University, fighting the odds that only allowed 10% of those that applied to be accepted.  She worked hard, got scholarships, grants and applied for the most obscure scholarships available.  She worked in the student union building after classes, cleaning tables and taking out trash.  No job was menial as long as she was paid.  In her junior year, she was promoted to the labs, cleaning them up from the careless and messy students.  She applied to the PhD program and she was selected in her senior year.  Her life was all school and work, but she enjoyed the challenges.  She dated little and did manage to lose her virginity in her sophomore year, but it was just to get it out of the way.  She never saw the student again.  
Her PhD study became more exciting and challenging.  It was three years, but the university supported the doctoral candidates financially during that time, so she had more time for herself.
Her dissertation was on medieval castles and the power of the aristocrats on the social norms of the time and how it affected future generations.  A central theme was whether the effective use of dungeons on the peasants instilled submission or revolution.  She had to step lightly to get it approved without revealing her true inner self, but Jessica was good, very good at hiding her inner feelings.  Or so she thought at the time.
In her last year, she was given a teaching assistants position, all of the PhD candidates got one in their field of study.  She got Professor Robert Foster.  He taught her two undergraduate classes, but one was a large lecture class with over three hundred students.  The next one was smaller and more intimate.  She found him charming and intelligent and she had no problem getting an A in the class.
His door was open and she went in for her scheduled interview before she started the TA position.  She was nervous as she dressed for it, wanting to impress him.  He was mid-forties, intelligent, handsome in a professor sort of way and unmarried.  Many of his female students had crushes on him and some tried to subtlety or not so subtlety to seduce him.  There were always rumors of professors and their students, but the rumors were usually confined to the graduate students.  No professor was crazy enough to get involved with an ungraduated student that wasn’t mature enough to keep her mouth shut.
“Come in Jessica, sit down.  It’s good to see you again.”  Robert watched as she sat down in front of his desk.  He made sure the chair was far enough away so he could see her from behind his desk, all the way down to her legs.
“Thank you, Sir.  It’s a privilege for me to serve you,” turning red as she realized how that sounded.
He looked at her legs, the blue-checkered schoolgirl skirt was short and when she crossed her legs, she revealed a wide expanse of long, supple legs.  The weather was beginning to cool off with the advent of fall and she wore a pale blue cashmere sweater.  Her fine brown hair was cut short, but it framed her beautiful face.  She had green eyes that sparkled inquisitively; a small, pert nose and full lips that sparkled with a tiny sheen of pink lipstick.  Every time she talked, her pink tongue wiggled delightfully through her lips.  “I look forward to the year with you as my TA.”  He began to give his usual dissertation on the ground rules that he followed.  He liked that she took out a pad and wrote them down.  It took about fifteen minutes and she asked a number of appropriate questions. 
He finally finished and changed the subject.  “You have an interesting dissertation subject, Jessica.”


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Coming Up - Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica @ Center For Sex And Culture

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

There's special and then there's special: I'm going to be teaching my celebrated (if I do say so myself) class in advanced smut writing, Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica, for the Center For Sex and Culture on Wednesday, November 5th!

The market for erotic fiction and nonfiction is booming! There actually is a secret to writing great erotica - and you'll discover just what that is in this fun, hands-on workshop with well-known erotica writer and teacher M.Christian.

For the beginning writer, erotica can be the ideal place to begin writing, getting published, and - best of all - earning money. And for the experienced writer, erotica can be an excellent way to beef up your resume and hone your writing skills. M.Christian will review the varieties of personal and literary expression possible in this exciting and expanding field. He'll also teach you techniques for creating love and sex scenes that sizzle.

Plus: current pay rates, how to write for a wide variety of erotic genres, where and how to submit your erotic writing, and more.

Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica
The Center for Sex and Culture
1349 Mission St.
San Francisco, CA 94103

Wednesday, November 5th

6:00PM to 8:00PM

$20 (purchase pre-event tickets here)

M.Christian has been an active participant in the San Francisco BDSM scene since 1988, and has been a featured presenter at the Northwest Leather Celebration, smOdyssey, the Center For Sex and Culture, The National Sexuality Symposium, San Francisco Sex Information, The Citadel, The Looking Glass, Floating World, Winter Solstice, and lots of other venues. He has taught classes on everything from impact play, tit torture, bondage, polyamory, cupping, caning, and basic SM safety.

M.Christian is also a recognized master of BDSM erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many other anthologies, magazines, and other sites; editor of 2t anthologies such as the Best S/M Erotica series, Pirate Booty, My Love For All That Is Bizarre: Sherlock Holmes Erotica, and more; the collections Dirty Words, The Bachelor Machine, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, and more; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Finger's Breadth, Brushes, and Painted Doll. His site is

Thursday, October 30, 2014

A Tantalizing Tease: A Sample From MY SOLDIER, MY WAR by Joe Filippone

Here's a first chapter preview of Joe Filippone's very special queer erotic romance, MY SOLDIER, MY WAR by Joe Filippone ... enjoy!

Chapter One

I was shaking so badly my teeth were chattering. I felt as if I were in sub-zero temperatures, though it was the middle of summer and stifling hot inside the airport. Yet I just couldn't stop trembling, no matter what I did. I was scared my bones would snap apart. I don't know why, but the thought of the death rattle flashed through my mind. At that, I did become chilled.
Stop it! I ordered the macabre thoughts out of my mind. This is a happy day. Kristian is finally coming home. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. Guess macabre thoughts never leave a horror writer’s head.
A million butterflies took off from my stomach and zoomed around inside me. They crashed into each other as they performed loop-de-loops and other cocky aerial tricks at careless speeds. My heart raced, and sweat dripped out of places I didn't even know could sweat.
This is silly. I laughed at myself. Why am I acting like a little boy? This is Kristian. The man I've been with for ten years.
The only man I’ve ever been with.
"Why am I so nervous?" I wondered aloud.
I answered myself, knowing I must look like a crazy person.
"Because you haven't seen him in two and a half years. Or, to be more exact, two years, nine months, two weeks, three days, ten hours, two minutes, and twenty-three . . . no . . . twenty-four seconds."
I sighed. "Are you really that pathetic that you actually kept track of the time he was gone, right down to the last second?"
"Yes!" I fired back at myself in a weird attempt to prove my sanity, though I only succeeding in making several people turn and look at me. Smiling in embarrassment, I kept the rest of my internal argument silent.
Keeping track of the time kept me from losing my mind. It gave me hope that my Kristian would be back. Someday.
That had been my fear since Kristian had been shipped out to Iraq. Every day I was terrified I would get a call saying he had been kidnapped. Or killed. I never watched the news or read the papers because I worried I would see his face or name listed among the missing or dead.
These last two years were the longest and hardest for me. I truly didn't think I would make it. I know I couldn't have gone on if he died.
The only thing that made me get out of bed every day was Kristian's letters. He and I wrote each other every day, describing in minute detail all we had done. Every time I hungered for him, I would read and reread his letters long into the wee morning hours.
I checked the schedule. Kristian's flight was on time.
Still three hours to go before he even departed. I laughed at myself. Had I actually gotten to the airport thirteen hours early?
Yes, I had.
Did I really plan on staying there all day, all thirteen hours, until his plane touched down?
Yes I was. It was ridiculous, but I was so nervous. I was scared that, if I didn't leave ridiculously early, some kind of catastrophe would prevent me from meeting Kristian at the baggage claim. And, call me a fool, but I actually thought getting there early would somehow make Kristian's flight arrive early.
Falling into one of the uncomfortable airport chairs with a sigh, I stared around the large, cavernous airport. It was like a melting pot of every race, creed and sexual orientation one could dream up. It was fun watching the hustle and bustle of the terminal: the tearful goodbyes, people rushing to catch a flight that was just about to take off, the arguments with the agents over lost luggage, people sleeping as they waited for connections or to get on a plane as a standby passenger.
Needing to take my mind off the waiting and the fact that time seemed to be standing still, I took out my notebook and began to people-watch, jotting down details of anyone unusual or interesting, giving them backstories, creating reasons why they were at the airport. Perhaps some of them would become characters in my next book, which was long overdue.
The regal-looking black woman with her perfectly tailored pantsuit, designer luggage, makeup that only enhanced her natural exotic beauty and not one single hair out of place: was she a model traveling to Paris for a big job? Perhaps she was a famous actress who had just closed a critically acclaimed show on Broadway and was returning to her Hollywood Hills mansion to spend the days by her pool, sipping mimosas and reading scripts.
Or what about the older couple who were constantly holding hands and smiling at everyone they met? Sure, they looked friendly, but maybe they were international spies, scared the police would catch up with them before the plane took off and discover a king's ransom in their carry-on bags.
And what about the handsome young man who looked like his middle name was "Frat Boy?" A full ride to Harvard on a football scholarship perhaps, where he would spend his nights partying, sleep with every girl on campus and then pay off a nerd so he could pass his classes. He was a natural flirt, winking and smiling at every woman who passed by, making small talk with the ones who sat next to him. I couldn't help but smile as I imagined him becoming the newest member of the Mile High Club as soon as the captain turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign.
Smiling widely, I quickly jotted down all of these descriptions in my notebook before they vanished. Damn. It really did feel good to hold a pen and notebook again. In my opinion, that was the best kind of word processor a writer could own.
For the first time since Kristian had left me, I seriously considered getting back to work. I hadn't written a thing, not even a shopping list, since he had left. Kristian was my muse. My inspiration. My harshest critic and biggest fan. Since he'd been gone, every time I tried to write, nothing. And I had never suffered from writer's block before in my life! I hoped I would never have to suffer through that agonizing torture ever again. Now I understood why Hemingway killed himself.
I do have to admit it felt great to write again. I started to feel like my old self. Once I started, the only thing that made me stop was the painful rumbling of my stomach.
I looked at my watch and wasn't surprised that my stomach was growling like a Sasquatch. I couldn't believe how fast the time had gone. I still had an hour before Kristian was scheduled to land. Had I really written for twelve hours straight? It felt like I had only been at it for twenty minutes. That had to be some kind of weird record. I wanted to wait for him so we could eat together, but I was so dreadfully hungry I was scared I would pass out. Some welcome home present, right?


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Tantalizing Tease: A Sample From UNEXPECTED PRESENT by Ryan Peterson

Here's a first chapter preview of Ryan Peterson's brand-new - and very hot - BDSM tome, UNEXPECTED PRESENT ... enjoy!


Paul saw Kate standing shivering by her car. Her red leather jacket looked nice, especially with her dark hair falling just below the collar, but it wouldn't keep her warm. He picked up his pace. "Hi, sweetie," he said as he got close to her.
"My husband, my hero!" she replied, her brown eyes lighting up when she saw him. When he reached her, she stepped up to him, molding her body to his in a tight embrace and kissing him enthusiastically.
He responded in kind. Kate's kisses were always special. Unfortunately they couldn't last forever, and he reluctantly pulled back. "Are you that happy to see me, or are you just trying to get warm?"
"Why can't it be both?" Kate asked, and slid a cold hand up under the back of his jacket. She laughed when he jumped in shock. "I really do appreciate you coming to rescue me," she said. She looked over at her car. "I feel like an idiot."
Paul smiled at her. "It's not the worst thing that could happen. Everyone locks their keys in the car sometimes." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and gave a slight bow as he opened the door. "Your chariot awaits."
"Thank you, kind sir," she replied in kind. Then she got more serious. "I'm sorry I had to call you away from work. And now that you're here I wish I could spend a little more time with you, but I'm already going to be late getting back to work."
"Why were you here anyway?" he asked. The street was full of small, independent shops. It looked kind of interesting, and it wasn't someplace they'd ever been before.
"I met a friend for an early lunch." Kate said. "She's doing some charity work here today, and she knew this great little restaurant. But I really have to go." She leaned forward to kiss him again. "I love you, and I'll try to reward my hero properly later tonight."
"I love you, too," Paul said, and waved as she got into the car. He looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes of his lunch hour were already gone, and it would take him another fifteen to get back to the office. He wouldn't have time to eat out, but he did have time to look around a little. He started walking, just to see what was here.
Paul entered the store feeling a little self-conscious. He didn't normally go into 'adult' stores, but it was here, and he was curious. Besides, he might be able to find a small, silly thing for Kate. He had already finished his Christmas shopping, but he was always on the look-out for little extras.
He found a card that he liked, and holiday panties that would make Kate laugh. He looked at his watch. Even with taking his lunch at his desk he would need to get back to work soon. He started to head to the check-out and glanced at a shelf. He stopped and looked closer, not sure he was really seeing what he thought he was.
He stared at the shelf in fascination. He had fantasized occasionally about being teased and left frustrated by a beautiful woman, but he had never realized that you could actually buy a male chastity device. He suddenly realized that he had been staring at it for several minutes, and that a female customer was looking at him.
"Who would buy something like that?" he asked self-consciously. The woman appeared to be in her early sixties, with trim white hair and a friendly smile. She was wearing a red coat with white trim and black riding boots, obviously dressed to resemble Mrs. Claus.
"Many couples enjoy it" she said. "Most people just use it for sex games. It can add a little spice to an evening, and it's very good for making sure the man doesn't have an accident. Ones like these," and she pointed to some of the wicked-looking metal ones, "are just meant for short term play. But others," and now she pointed to the clear plastic ones, "are light and comfortable enough for a man to wear it full time. The woman knows her partner will be faithful and that they will have sex when it's convenient for her."


Friday, October 24, 2014

A Tantalizing Tease: A Sample From Powerone's The Sheriff and the Madame

Here's a preview of Powerone's brand-new BDSM masterwork,  The Sheriff and the Madame ... enjoy!

The War Divides

Amanda loved Glade Springs, meeting her husband, John, there almost twenty years ago and married now, the small town was located in the fertile valley of the Powell River in Virginia, a beautiful land to farm and raise a family.  It was surrounded by the Appalachian Mountains in western Virginia.

The peaceful community was suddenly split when the Civil War began, dividing the country and its people.  Glade Springs was important to the Union and Confederate armies.  It was uniquely centered between both Union and Confederate strongholds.  Both armies foraged in the area to supply their troops, as it was difficult to transport in supplies.  It was only a matter of time before they would meet each other in battle.

While Glade Springs was part of the Confederacy, the town’s people were split, though not evenly.  There was a small holdout that couldn’t or wouldn’t support slavery.  Amanda and John found themselves in the minority and that was increasingly becoming a problem that they couldn’t ignore any longer.  Friends became enemies and even the ones that put up with them did it begrudgingly.

John feared for their safety, especially for his wife and eighteen-year-old daughter, Phebe.  Amanda was a beautiful woman and Phebe took after her.  There was talk of Union soldiers taking advantage of women after capturing Confederate territory.  With the Confederate soldiers and townspeople hostile toward them, he feared the same from them.  It seemed that they were no longer welcome in their town, no matter which side took it.  Phebe had a hard time finding a beau; most of the eligible men were Confederates and didn’t take lightly to a Union sympathizer, no matter how beautiful she was.

They had talked about it many times, but it was time for a serious discussion.  There was talk of Union troop buildup nearby and the Confederates began to mobilize.  If they were going to do something, it would have to be now.  Otherwise, it might be too late.

John looked over at the barn and saw Amanda walking out with a bucket of milk.  She didn’t look much different than she did over twenty-two years ago when he first set eyes on her.  She was only sixteen at the time, but she was every bit a woman even back then.  It would be two years after he met her that he finally got permission from her father to marry her.  Her honey blonde hair was longer now, but that was what first caught his eyes.  He walked out to meet her and helped her carry the bucket.

John walked toward her, not sure why.  He had a look in his eyes and that made her nervous.  She had heard the sound of gunfire in the morning, wondering if he was going to bring up moving once again.  She knew it was inevitable, but it was hard to give up the farm, where they had raised Phebe, for some unknown place far out west.  As much as the town became inhospitable to them, it was still their home.  John was big and muscular from working on the farm over the years, but brute strength wouldn’t stop the soldiers if they came.

“Hello, husband.  Are you here to help your wife carry the milk?”  She loved to tease him, more than capable to do it, but he liked to think he was indispensable.

She handed him the bucket.  “Yes, it looked heavy.”  He walked beside her as they went up to the house.  He didn’t say anything to her yet; he would wait until they were inside and they could sit down to discuss it.

She poured the milk into containers and sat the bucket on the floor, knowing John was waiting.

“Sit down, Amanda.”

She knew it was serious when he said her name like that.  She sat next to him at the kitchen table.

“I think it’s time,” sure that she knew what he meant.

“Are you worried about the gunfire this morning?  We’ve heard it before, it never amounted to much.”  She wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible.  Maybe the two sides would come to their senses and it would end.

“Yes, but it’s more than that.  They are recruiting anyone that can handle a rifle to join the Confederates to stop the Union soldiers from taking the town.  You know I can’t do that and I’ve already raised the ire of too many people, important people.  If we don’t do something now, the farm might be taken from us.  At least we have a chance of selling it and getting a good price.  It’ll give us a stake to go out west.”

She knew that once John made up his mind that was it.  She could argue and try to cajole him, but it wouldn’t do any good.  “What about Phebe?”

“She’s getting older and should have a beau by now, but in this town, she is shunned by many of the men, and the ones interested in her only want to get her into bed.”

Amanda knew he was right.  She was eighteen, the same age Amanda was when she married John.  “Where will we go?”

John was glad that she finally reconciled to the fact that they would leave.  Her parents had moved away a year ago, getting older and unwilling to suffer the hardships.  They had gone up north to Baltimore.  His parents had passed over five years ago.  There was nothing holding them to the land any longer.  “California.”

“You going to dig for gold, is that what we’ll do?”  She didn’t want to raise a family in a mining camp.  Gold had been discovered in California and many had sought out their fortunes, but the camps were wild places, not fit for a family.

“No, we’ll farm just like we do now.  I hear that Sutter’s Fort has nice farmland, flat land and lots of water.  We can buy a plot of land and build a new house.  It’ll be hard for a while, but were strong and we can build a new life.”  They were still in their prime and could live through a few hard years until they were settled.

“Do you think you can sell the farm and get enough money so we can get there and still buy the land?”

“Yes, Chester asked me about it the other day, if we’d be willing to sell the farm.”  Chester was the bank president.  He was a Confederate and knew John’s leaning toward the Union, but he was a decent man.

So, John had been planning this more than she thought.  She knew the decision was made.  “If you think its best, I’ll support you.  When do you think we’ll leave?”

“I suspect a week or so.  Not much longer.  It’s gonna get worse real soon and I want us out of here before it does.”  He didn’t tell Amanda that Chester already had a buyer; they just had to agree on price.

“So soon?”  Amanda was surprised.  She hoped for weeks or months, not next week.  There was so much to do and he gave her little time.  They hadn’t even talked to Phebe to see what her reaction would be.

“We won’t take much with us; we’ll sell most of the furniture.  We can keep the things that are dear to our heart but nothing else.”

She never thought of that.  It would be hard to give up most of what they had accumulated over the years.  This was going to be more difficult than she expected.  What else don’t I know about or expect?

Monday, October 13, 2014

Great Review For Unexpected Present

Check out this excellent review for Ryan Peterson's femdom erotic masterpiece, Unexpected Present, from the site, Worshipping Your Wife!

Romantic Fable of Femdom Fiction

Having recently published a collection of my own femdom fiction, I have found myself scanning the related titles grouped by Amazon on my product page—i.e., “Customers Who Viewed This Item Also Viewed…” On the basis of a  “Look inside,” I've purchased a half-dozen.

Some were good, some so-so, some extremely un-good, to be diplomatic. One, however, was terrific, worthy to go alongside the femdom tales of my friend William Gaius, whom I’ve mentioned here before, and the fiendishly erotic stories of Eosuchus, about whom I’ve also blogged.

The new book is Unexpected Present, a “femdom love story” by Ryan Peterson. I was instantly intrigued and charmed by my “Look Inside.” What’s this, I thought? The opening suggested a Christmas gift-exchange fable along the lines of O. Henry’s legendary “Gift of the Magi”—except instead of canceling each other out, the "Unexpected" love gift exchange promised to compound into a sizzling hot D/s voyage of discovery.

That promise is abundantly fulfilled as the story unfolds. There is lots of kinky experimentation, which drives the loving husband ever deeper into submission as the wife doubles down on her dominance. The ultimate effect, however, is to tighten the bonds of love and friendship along with the D/s bonds.

As the author confided to me later, “I was trying to write a story where the relationship (and love) between the two main characters was as important as the sex scenes.” In fact, for me, the sweet love scenes (with lots of “cuddle time”) made the torrid sex scenes even hotter.

Highly recommended and available in multiple ebook formats from, appropriately enough, SizzlerEditions. Get it early for a romantic and erotic Christmas present.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Tomorrow Night: How To Create An Effective Online Profile, at the Center For Sex And Culture With M.Christian

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

I'm going to be teaching my popular - and entertaining (if I say so myself) class in online dating for the great Center For Sex And Culture in San Francisco tomorrow, October 9th. See you there!

How To Create An Effective Online Profile – 
And How To Write Messages That Will Get Good Responses

Oct 09, 2014 6:00 PM - 8:00PM
The Center For Sex And Culture
1349 Mission Street
San Francisco, CA 94103
United States

$20 (at the door or pre-sales)

The world is the now the Internet ... and if you don't know how to use it then you are at a serious disadvantage in making any kind of connection: employment, social, artistic and – most of all – erotic. In this class, M. Christian will not just explore how to use the Internet and various sites as a resource to explore your own sexuality in any form, but also how to create an effective and alluring online profile. But creating a digital 'self' is only part of it: participants will also get tips on how to reach out in imaginative ways that will get a positive response, the important things that are too often forgotten and other social niceties that can be the difference between frustration and disappointment and having a wonderful and sexy time online!


M.Christian has been an active participant in the San Francisco BDSM scene since 1988, and has been a featured presenter at the Northwest Leather Celebration, smOdyssey, the Center For Sex and Culture, The National Sexuality Symposium, San Francisco Sex Information, The Citadel, The Looking Glass, The Society of Janus, The Floating World, Winter Solstice, and lots of other venues. He has taught classes on everything from impact play, tit torture, bondage, how to write and sell erotica, polyamory, cupping, caning, and basic SM safety.

M.Christian is also a recognized master of BDSM erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many other anthologies, magazines, and other sites; editor of 2t anthologies such as the Best S/M Erotica series, Pirate Booty, My Love For All That Is Bizarre: Sherlock Holmes Erotica, and more; the collections Dirty Words, The Bachelor Machine, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, and more; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Finger's Breadth, Brushes, and Painted Doll. His site is

Saturday, September 6, 2014

M.Christian's Going To COPE!

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

There's cool then there's cool: the great folks at COPE (

Sex Magic: Manifesting Positive Life Energy Through Erotic Play
Sex, without a doubt, is a powerful personal force: it has the ability to not only give tremendous pleasure but also lift us up beyond our normal selves, and sometimes even to higher states of consciousness. Whether through sex with a partner or via masturbation, this class will explore how sex can be used to explore sometimes hidden spiritual and sensual dimensions, grow as a sexual being, manifest positive life-changing energy, or simply have a lot of wonderfully erotic fun! But sex also has its emotional risks as well, and participants will also learn how to protect themselves as they explore sex magic and deal with sometimes shocking revelations about who they are as a sexual being.

You Want To Do What? Sex & BDSM Scenes
Even though it is often seen as 'alternative sexuality' a lot of people in the BDSM community are often baffled by how to include direct sexual activity into their scenes. From STC (Sexually Transmitted Condition) concerns to issues of intimacy, to switching from the intensity of hardcore play to the intensity of sexual contact, this class and discussion will playfully but restfully give examples of how erotic play can be added into BDSM activities in a physical as well as emotionally safe way – as well as being able to handle the sometimes unexpected emotions that can come up for even the most seasoned of BDSM aficionado when sexuality enters the mix.