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Sometimes, a conference is like a vacation. Tamara was definitely is in a vacation mood, as she eyed her bespectacled colleague, Clifford. But even though she planned on seducing him, seems like he was of the same bend:
“I want to taste you…” he said…
You can read the entire story here, in my previous post. I wrote this story for Kink of the Week, and I have to say…it is a kink of mine. I do love boys in glasses!!!
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His lips surrounded the edge of his glasses, and Tamara felt it like it was her clit. There was the old adage that men do not make passes at girls who wear glasses, but there was nothing against making a pass at a man with glasses. Tamara was at a conference with Clifford, and she figured she was never going to meet him again, so there was nothing to stop her from approaching him.
From telling him exactly what she wanted from him.
She was in the hotel lobby, watching him suck on the edge of his glasses while he looked at the pamphlet for the conference. He was leaning against a column, and she leaned against the one diagonal from him. He never even looked up at her, but she felt such a fever between her legs.
“Hi,” she said, as she leaned against the column he was leaning against.
Clifford looked at her, as he put his glasses on.
“Tamara?”
Tamara pressed the inside of her thighs together, at the sound of her name on his lips. That he remembered her name, and used the right emphasis.
“Yes, Clifford?” she questioned, as if she was not sure.
He nodded, and smiled at her with his gaze fixed on her eyes in the way that let her know that he did not want to look further down her body. Tamara liked to wear dresses that covered her body, but that also showed off all of her curves. She loved her curves because they were hers, and she was not afraid to flaunt them. She was there as a financial specialist, so it was a given she had the brains.
But she was not afraid of her beauty.
Clifford was trying to be respectful, and pulled at his bowtie.
“Yes, I was just looking at the schedule for tomorrow.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Why no, I have not.” He looked at the bar that was parallel to them. With almost a silent consensus, they sat at one of the tables with plush scarlet chairs covered with scarlet and plum candles. Tamara could hold her liquor, but even though she could a glass of deep red wine beside Clifford on an empty stomach was intense. She was drunk before she even raised the glass to her magenta mouth, and was completely drunk by the time his naturally cherry lips touched hers. He had put his glasses to the side, and pulled her close.
“I want to taste you…” he said, against her jawbone.
Tamara watched her magenta lips part in pre-orgasm in his hotel room dresser mirror. Clifford sucked on her clit, the very same way that he had sucked on the frame of his glasses.
Perspiration beaded her temples like diamonds, as she watched him now. All this time later, she still had such a visceral reaction to his glasses—on his face, or in his mouth…
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I remember the first time I met C.P. McClennan, and his lovely wife in Bristol at Eroticon. I remember the last time I saw them in New York…I can tell you they are awesome, lovely people. C.P. astounds me, because he is one of the most prolific writers I know–and he writes sci-fi that makes me HOT! Excuse me, I need a moment…you know what? Let me just hand the post over to C.P. …
You might need a moment too…
For the love of Savannah
First off, thank you to my friend F. Leonora Solomon for the kind offer of a guest post on her site. I’m a bit later than planned, as I seem to recall the initial offer was a year back. I was busy writing something or other, though, and never got to it until now.
Oh right. I remember now.
That something or other is my newest release of Darwin’s Sword – Savannah Book Two. This is the second book in The Savannah Trilogy, with the third coming in October of 2016.
First, allow me to introduce myself. Who am I?
“I’m 24601!!!”
I’m sorry. There are good reasons why I should never sing.
My readers know me as C.P. McClennan. I write for my sex-blogging and erotic fiction website, Stranded in Toronto. My friends simply know me as Chris.
I write a lot of erotica mixed with sci-fi, horror, humor, urban fiction, or whatever. I just can’t write romance. It is hard enough getting past the raised eyebrows at being a male erotic writer in a traditionally female field, but then avoiding romance sends the other eyebrow skyrocketing alongside its brethren.
I came at this from a different direction than most. Although I have read some traditional romance novels, my influences are more from the likes of Douglas Adams, Stephen King, and Neil Gaiman. My cauldron also adds in crime procedurals by Lillian O’Donnell and Ed McBain. The closest influence in the traditional romance writers would be J.D. Robb.
But enough about me.
Savannah is someone I rarely talk about.
Okay, and I write a lot of fiction, so as that last sentence proves, I often lie.
Savannah began in late April of 2013 when I found out I had a work trip to Savannah, Georgia coming up that June. A discussion ensued with a fellow sex-blogger, Stella Kiink, as to how cool the name Savannah would be as an erotic character.
The first short story was written after that. It was more intended as a part of another ongoing series I was writing on my website, called “The Songbirds.” That short story became the first chapter of Just Prey – Savannah Book One, which released in February of 2015.
“Just prey, they said…they were supposed to be just prey.”
Savannah in Just Prey – Savannah Book One
Obviously, the story took on its own life beyond the initial intent. “The Songbirds” main characters, Nigel and Sheila, have become prominent characters in both of the first novels as well. Even more so in the third, but I can’t share all that much about it yet.
Savannah is an alien from the planet Kettelgian. Go ahead, try and pronounce that…I dare you. I’ve been writing the word for five years now and still can’t decide how to.
She is sent to Earth to prepare for eviction. The Kettelgian are succubus, and feed on the sexual energies humans give off during orgasms. The results are quite devastating to humans, as one might imagine. This situation becomes far worse, however, when Savannah realizes she loves a human and can no longer go through with her mission.
She was sent to activate “The Predator” who has been on Earth a very long time. Instead, she tries to stop him.
In book two, The Predator has more of his past story told that includes well-known historical characters. This will be the first time I mention this openly, but bringing Arthur Conan Doyle, Bram Stoker, and a third (sorry…for the third, you’ll just have to read the book) into the mix was an absolute blast.
“Oh shit, Arthur. Now I really need that drink.”
Bram Stoker in Darwin’s Sword – Savannah Book Two
Darwin’s Sword opens with Savannah and Gerald chasing down the Predator in an attempt to save the few humans left. A shocking discovery of a human colony and the introduction of The Assassin take them deep into the darkness of space.
The story, so far, rides the rails between horror, erotica, and science fiction. Book three will move much more into the horror side of all this.
The third book is The Orphan War – Savannah Book Three, and will be out October 7, 2016.
“Oh, you know. We had an orgy. Everyone came.” – Savannah
“Wise ass.” – Nigel
The Orphan War – Savannah Book Three
I do have other releases, by the way. Next to Savannah, my longest running releases would be the seven (as of post time) short stories of Skelly Manor. Parts 8-10 are in my draft folder and will finish my writing of the series this coming July before I pass that baton onto another friend, Aaron Abby to carry on. A series based on a fictional swingers resort in a factional area I know rather well, The Kootenays, which are a range of the Canadian Rockies. A series that, for me, has now run its course but Ms. Aaron will be blowing new life in with a set of stories following that.
Screaming was all Millie could hear as she walked along the
fourth-floor hall passing other rooms towards her own.
Good screaming. Orgasmic screaming.
Snowbound, The First Skelly Manor Short Story
More of a humorous bit, Director Jake is another character who began life as short stories on my web page about a porn director where things just can’t seem to go right.
Jake raised his hand intending to yell cut again. It seemed moot,
however, once the sheets ignited from the hot bulb against them
Director Jake
I will take this opportunity, and am pleased to announce, that this will now be a series as Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson will be on Amazon Kindle June 17.
There is a new piece that I have begun work on. In fact, it will likely be showing up on my short erotica posted on my blog in the very near future (or near past depending on when Lady Solomon posts this). “On The Drift” is a working title, but it will be the follow-up to Savannah. It will be my attempt to work erotica into a space opera universe. I’m not in a position to share much more here as, much like space itself, the idea is very fluid and keeps expanding.
So that’s it for now.
So many see erotica as being the literary equivalent of porn. My attempt here is to be a hybrid between how people view erotica and the more modern popular genres. It always feels more real to me knowing my characters actually have libido to deal with rather than simply being driven by one over-riding factor such as greed, power, or ego.
Whether horror, sci-fi, or humor, both protagonist and antagonist are going to want to have sex at some point.
My Savannah Trilogy shows this well. Might just be worth taking a look for you to see how.
Eliza grabbed Josephine’s arm, right before she got out of the reach.
“Josephine, wait…”
Josephine stared at Eliza, with empty eyes.
“What?” she asked, just as emptily.
“I need to know about you and Alice. Fiona,” Eliza began, feeling protective of her sister-in-law to be. “is Rafe’s sister and…Alice and her have been together for awhile…”
“Are you kidding me?” Breaking into hysterical laughter, Josephine pressed her head to the wall and stared at her friend. “Sometimes, I bartend at special events, and I was at the auction house where Alice works. She looked like an ice princess, and her boss looked the queen with their matching strings of pearls…”
Eliza froze when Josephine inadvertently mentioned Polly, but then she shook her head to encourage her to continue her story.
“She looked like an ice princess, but she kept looking at me while tugging at her pearls. And she looked like a princess, so I could not keep my eyes off of her. She only got drinks from me, even though there was a bartender closer it her than me. She would give a drink to her boss, and then sip hers still looking at me. Blood and sand, that was what they both had. I had to work, but she was so gorgeous, I could not stop staring at her.”
Josephine stared toward the door, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wet, and Eliza fought the urge to wipe the tears away from her friend’s cheeks.
“I wanted the night to end because I really wanted to go home and think of her, while I made myself come. Thinking about her tight sweater and pencil skirt, would have made it so easy for me to come…I never thought…”
“Thought what?” Eliza pressed.
“Never thought that she would be on her knees before me. I thought she was drunk, but she was not. Alice wrapped her arms about my legs, and kissed my thighs in the ladies’ room. She said I was so beautiful, and she could not keep her eyes off of me. I heard out of her mouth everything I was had felt all night. I got on my knees, and we kissed like mad. I was off for the evening at that point, and I wanted to touch her all night so I was in complete bliss…”
Eliza sat on the edge of the chair in the bathroom, and continued to watch Josephine, who looked visibly calmer remembering.
“I’ve been in contact with her, and she never told me…and then to walk into my bar. My bar…”
Josephine walked back to the bar now, and Eliza did not stop her.
Eliza paced herself slowly to go back to the bar. Josephine remained the consummate professional, and made more drinks for all of the people at the bar. Including Fiona and Alice. It was a long time later that she went to the bathroom, and Alice followed her.
Eliza fell into Oscar’s embrace, and wondered if Alice was going to get on her knees before Josephine again.
Fiona looked at Eliza and Oscar with a lopsided grin.
“All the lovers are out tonight…” Fiona mused ironically.
Eliza smiled at her, squeezing Oscar’s hand and wondering if Fiona had any idea what she was saying.
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Nichy undulated against the sheets. She woke up masturbating, and her hips bucked so hard, that she heard Tyler moan beside her.
“You are insatiable…” he murmured.
She rubbed her damp finger over her stomach, the scent of her own come turned her on even more. Nichy dragged her finger over her hypersensitive clit again, and felt her entire body flush when Tyler’s fingers mixed with hers.
Nichy’s fingers slackened and she gasped, because Tyler knew her body so well already.
“You are so damn hot,” he said, as he strummed her clit. “So hot, I can feel the steam when I touch you…” His breath was heavy against the nape of her neck before he kissed it. Nichy cried out as she came, and her hips bucked against him again and again. His thick fingers slipped into her, and Nichy was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body wrested from his, but Tyler hooked his fingers inside her and kissed her neck to anchor her. “Don’t move away from me baby…don’t move…”
Nichy pressed herself against him, and gave into the density of sensation that he made her feel. Tyler ran his hand over her body, and she did not recognize the sounds that she made as he did. He had no intention of stopping, until he made her come again. She was not sure that she was going to be able to, until she shuddered with her orgasm and Tyler pressed his lips to her neck. What her whispered at her nape, she was sure was some kind of voodoo because she was not nearly as sated as she should be.
Clearly neither was Tyler, because he crawled on top of her right after he pulled his fingers out of her. Nichy was very happy with what he replaced his fingers with. She had memorized the shape of his shaft, and it filled all the parts of her that it needed to fill. They moved together semi-violently. Both of them were eager for their union, and the fulfillment of it.
When she came again, Nichy thought she was going to pass out, but the sweet heat of Tyler coming inside of her sobered her. It was only then, that she realized that they had not used protection. Nichy’s body reverberated with her orgasm, and the secret pleasure of having been that close to him. But the reality of what they had done was something else altogether.
Tyler slipped out of her, and pulled her inside of his embrace.
“I didn’t mean to…” he started.
Nichy nodded.
“I know, it was nice, but I know…”
He kissed her cheek.
“I have not had sex without a condom in years…”
“I always have had safe sex.”
“So the only thing is that you could be pregnant…”
Nichy was limp in his arms. She was disturbed by the romanticism she was experiencing. She almost told him that she loved him before she fell asleep, and now she thought in his arms it would not be a bad thing if she was pregnant. Tyler was much more amazing than she had given him credit for, and she knew he would take care of her and their baby.
“I shouldn’t be, it should be safe…”
Nichy felt his body tense.
“I…” Tyler started. “I know this sounds dumb, but I would not mind having a baby with you. I would not mind having you make me a dad. But it is better that you are not, I know.”
“Tyler…”
“Nichy, I’m in love with you…”
He pulled her close, and Nichy felt her eyes fill with tears of happiness and confusion.
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My newest story for Lelo is based in the evening, but what happens surely makes it a sexy part of the day?! Peggy brings ice cream home for Jake, when she comes home from work…and he makes it very sexy for her…May I offer you a lick of ice cream???
‘Decadent…’ he murmured into her hair.
Peggy nodded, as he kissed her neck and took her hair out of its neat chignon. Her hair tumbled to the middle of her back, and soon was the only thing that covered her. She pushed her hair to the side, as Jake placed a scoop of ice cream on the small of her back. Feeling him lick the red pepper ice cream off of her back was a sweet sensation.
‘Delicious…’ he said.
Licking the ice cream scoop off of her was his favorite thing to do.
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I am so thrilled to be in Jillian Boyd’s new anthology, To Obey Her! I am even more pleased to host the other authors in the book on my blog. Jim Lyon has a story in To Obey Her, he is an erotica veteran and very much the real deal. Read on, and be dazzled by him!!!
I liked the idea of becoming a writer from an early age, although specializing in erotica was not what I initially envisioned. While attending college I dabbled in various writing pursuits ranging from playwriting to entertainment journalism, and probably would have tried my hand at writing erotica if the opportunity had presented itself; alas, it did not.
It wasn’t until the Internet came along and websites offering erotic stories of every description began popping up, that I had my first inclination to write smut. After visiting a few sites that featured user-written kinky stories, most of which were terrible, I quickly realized that I could do a much better job. And I was right. Before long I found myself moonlighting as the story editor for the now-defunct ownme.com, one of the naughtier websites of that era.
Fast forward several years, and I decided to transition from erotica hobbyist to professional. I spent several months writing my first book-length erotic story and then steeled myself to the task of finding a publisher. I sent my first round of queries out on a Thursday, and the following Monday received a terse email that read: “We like your book, and will send a contract soon.”
And thus my career as an erotic writer began in earnest. I have since published six kinky books and had several stories included in various anthologies, notably I.Lover and The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol. 1, and most recently House of Erotica’s To Obey Her: Femdom Erotica Stories, an anthology where one of Leonora’s stories is also published.
Virtually every one of my books includes some variation of femdom activities. I’m an equal opportunity femdom writer, so it’s as likely as not that the dynamic in my stories is F/f rather than F/m, or even both. Indeed, Mistress Stephanie’s Strays is a polyamorous adventure with a single mistress and four submissives, two of which are male and two female, plus a female switch.
My first publisher was essentially a pioneer in erotic e-book publishing. As a consequence, its contracts only covered e-book rights. As I became acclimated to being a published erotica writer, I started exploring options available to publish in other mediums besides ebook format.
The path of least resistance turned out to be audiobooks. Serendipitously, I discovered Audible.com, which has a small army of independent narrators for hire, and I have been able to act as the director and publisher of the audio versions of all my books. Who knows better than the author how the characters should speak and act? Having experience directing plays has come in real handy, too.
This experience has inspired me to move into publishing erotica under the banner of Wordwooze Publishing. All the authors that I take on, routinely get their books published in both e-book and audiobook editions. Once they hear their work narrated by a skilled voice artist they are hooked, there’s no going back.
I’ve gotten to be quite the audiobook erotica enthusiast. I encouraged the BDSM Group on Goodreads to expand its scope to include audiobooks, and as a result they recruited me to become a moderator focused on that. I now preside over the group’s BDSM Audiosmut section. I’m sure my parents would be proud if they were still alive.
As both an author and a publisher of naughty books, I am always in search of articulate erotica fans interested in reviewing my ebooks and audiobooks. If that is something that interests you, please get in touch via the following contact portal: http://www.wordwooze.com/contact.html.
The books below are currently available for review. Please indicate a preference for e-book (specify .pdf or mobi ) or audiobook format.
Skin Effect: More Erotic Science Fiction and Fantasy Erotica
By M. Christian
The Accidental Domme
By Jim Lyon
Erotic Daydreams
By Valerie Brundage
Uncharted Territory: A Story of Femdom Kismet
By Jim Lyon
Oh, Those Darn Dominant MILFs: The Goddesses of Suburbia
By Ralph Greco, Jr.
Virtual Reality Mistress
By Jim Lyon
Bionic Lover: An Erotic Lesbian Romance
By M. Christian
Ten Shades of Submission: A Femdom Anthology
By Jim Lyon
Naughty Tales of Leather & Latex: Laugh Out Loud Lesbian Humor
By Roxy Katt
Mistress Stephanie’s Strays: A Tale of Polyamorous Domination and Submission
By Jim Lyon
Femdom Alchemy
By Jim Lyon
