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