NSFW Hotness
Jun 10, 2011 
Filed under: eye candy, m/m
A little something to add to the summery heat of you Friday……
The Virtues of Vibrators
Jun 10, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger, web event
I’m talking vibrators today over at the Whipped Cream blog. Come join me!
Guest Blogger – Amber Green
Jun 2, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger
Today I have the pleasure of interviewing author Amber Green……
Tell us about your latest release.
Khyber Run was released by Loose Id on May 24.
Transplanted from an Afghani battleground to a Florida playground at age ten, Zarak Momand spent the next several years trying to remember Pakhtunwali, the Pakhtun Way, and instill the Pakhtun warrior spirit in his younger brothers. A generation later, he’s a burned-out Navy hospital corpsman who has lost touch with everything that matters: his brothers, his heritage, and possibly his soul.
Then he’s kidnapped by USMC scout-snipers hell-bent on seeing justice for a murdered brother marine. The murderer has deserted. They have ideas where to find him and plenty of unofficial support–but this is Afghanistan, where the easy answers are wrong and the best-laid plans don’t stand a chance. Codenamed Zulu, Zarak navigates the ambiguities of fourth generation warfare, where there are no front lines and where the moral high ground shifts from situation to situation. He can rely on no one but Oscar, a sexually compelling marine who is every bit the warrior young Zarak had once hoped to be.
When finally told the deserter murdered his estranged baby brother, Zarak sees his way clear. Pakhtunwali allows a man to pierce the wall of hospitality–even the code of sanctuary–to demand justice for a murdered son or brother. For the first time in years, his Pakhtun self and his American self are in full accord. With Oscar at his side, and with the memories roused by their travels in these legendary mountains, he finds his spiritual center.
Secretly crossing the border into the Khyber region of Pakistan, Oscar and Zulu lose their companions, their technology, and their horses. In compensation, they find Z’s extended family, Taliban assistance, and gratified lust in the night.
But is Oscar’s rough passion a betrayal between brothers? And what happens when the deserter would rather die than go back?
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
Romantic suspense is fun to write, having enough action to keep things moving and enough emotion to make it matter. I’ve at least dabbled in all the genres I can think of, and had some degree of fun with most of them. I do particularly enjoy nontraditional historicals.
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?
Yes—but the character keeps changing, depending on my mood. I still love Esau, from The Subject, even though I haven’t visited that story in several years. You can see strong echoes of his character in Fortinbras, from Backtrack and Bareback. Fort is the only hero I’ve killed off, but his death was the fate he chose, the culmination of choices he’d made all his life. I love Mary Alison of Hawkmoor and Twilight of Steal Away because they are both tough survivors, but I think I love Twilight more for her knack of seizing—and sharing—whatever enjoyment the moment brings. Writing about Joe and Brian in Bareback is the most fun I’ve ever had at a keyboard; I still toy with the idea of bringing them back for another round. And I love Zarak of Khyber Run, because of his ultimate willingness to forgive himself and thereby forgive others.
How do you make time in your life for writing?
I don’t do housework or laundry, and I’ve mostly stopped cooking as well. Keeping a kid’s composition book in the car lets me scribble during red lights and while waiting for my son’s class to let out. Sometimes I don’t sleep.
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I read omnivorously. Most recently I’ve been plowing through the Simon R. Green’s Nightside series, which my sons both loved.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
I’m not sure what “off” means. This past Saturday, I slept in, which is possible in my house (with two dogs and eight cats) only because of the doggy door. By 10:30, I had flea-combed two cats; dug cat hair out from under my C key, my D key, my space bar, and my comma key; investigated a scabby place on the puppy’s neck; checked shipping options for an eBay transaction; gone through crit group posts at WeWriteStuff and ERA; read email; talked to the help desk person from the day job about a host error message; and been served brunch. Oh, and I started answering these questions, which is how I know what I was doing at that hour. The day got a touch hectic after that.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Busy. Sorry—in weeks like this, you only get one.
Describe the perfect meal.
I didn’t cook it. (I love to cook, but lately there’s no time.)
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
Today I’d be one of Seeley deBorn’s yazdi cakes. They’re essentially pistachio muffins with cardamom.
Thank you for joining us today, Amber. You can find out more about Amber’s writing at her website.
Hump Day Eye Candy, June 1 (NSFW)
Jun 1, 2011 Filed under: eye candy
Don’t you just want to explore all those nice textures?
Recipe: Triple Chocolate Cake
May 30, 2011 Filed under: recipes
Triple Chocolate Cake
1 pkg Devil’s Food cake mix
1 pkg instant chocolate pudding
1 cup chocolate chips
8 oz sour cream
4 eggs
1/2c vegetable oil
1/2 c water
Stir cake mix and pudding mix together. Add other ingredients except chips. Stir until combined. Mix on high speed for 2 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate chips with flour (prevents them from sinking to bottom of pan as cake cooks) and mix them in on low speed. Pout into a bundt pan and bake according to cake box directions.
Hump Day Eye Candy, May 25 (NSFW)
May 25, 2011 Filed under: eye candy, m/m
What a perfect way to wake up!
Guest Blogger: Xavier Axelson
May 23, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger
Today we are joined by sexy, charming, fellow erotica writer, Xavier Axelson. He’s got a post that touches on topics even I find shocking. Be prepared…..
“Sexual fetishism, or erotic fetishism, is the sexual arousal a person receives from a physical object, or from a specific situation. The object or situation of interest is called the fetish, the person a fetishist who has a fetish for that object/situation.”
“Common Misunderstandings of Fetishism”. K. M. Vekquin.
I work in a world where I am confronted daily with any number of people’s kinks, fetishes, fantasies, and perversions. Mostly I have heard or seen it all before.
Let me take you back to 1998. I was in college in Boston and actively working as a dungeon master, phone sex operator and had some BDSM clients on the side. It was about this time that I saw a documentary about a dungeon in New York. I think the film was called, “Fetish”. It explored the dungeon and it’s clients and the women who worked there. It made me begin to realize how complicated people and their sexual/psychological needs can be. As the film progressed, it revealed an African-American male who had an elaborate slavery fetish, and a Jewish man who had a concentration camp fantasy, and so on and so forth. I found these revelations disturbing but also fascinating. Were these people out of their minds or simply confronting buried sexual and psychological fears? I was only 19 at the time so I really can’t say that my sense of sexual psychology was anything more than fascination.
After having worked now for over 15 years in the adult industry I can honestly say I have gained some insight into human sexuality. I believe as long as it is safe and consensual, let your freak flag fly and explore your deepest fears, fantasies, and fetishes.
But let me tell you about a recent customer I had, Captain Salty. The first time I encountered him was when I had to help him into a corset. He’s an older man, possibly 65? Maybe a little younger. He reminds me of an out of shape Popeye, particularly because he cannot speak above a mutter.
Upon our first meeting, I noticed he had a strong body odor and I distinctly remember he was sweating so profusely that a drop of his sweat hit my hand as I tried to zip up the front of the corset. I also noticed he looked beaten up, but I was so overwhelmed by the smell and the sweat that I wanted to get away from him as quickly and politely as possible, and I didn’t have the time to study his wounds.
When I encountered him the second time a co-worker whispered that he also wore an incredible amount of rope tied around his cock and balls. I wasn’t surprised. When I asked how my comrade knew this they explained that they had helped him try on a pair of pants and was exposed to the roped mess down below. I also noticed this time he looked beaten up and haggard again, with some bruising on his face. The third time I saw him he came in wearing skin-tight bike shorts, a t-shirt advertising a local leather bar, and this time his eye was bruised, swollen, and sealed shut. He looked like he may have also had his nose broken. The shorts were also stained as if he had either peed himself or, who only knows.
We all expressed our concern about Salty to the higher ups and were always told, “Oh, he’s harmless. He’s been in the scene for years.” And maybe he is. He isn’t the first smelly, fetishist I have encountered and won’t be the last.
Now it was maybe a month later that another comrade had to deal with him, and this is where I believe his fetish broke the surface.
It was a Saturday night and Shortberry Strawcake was working alone. Salty came in and proceeded to browse near the back of the store. Next, a straight man and woman came in to browse. After a few minutes there was an eruption of noise. The couple were running towards the door. The man was enraged and was calling out threats behind him. The girlfriend told Shortberry that Salty had asked them if they liked to have sex with little boys. Shortberry confronted Salty who of course denied it all. The man was getting more and more enraged. Shortberry threatened to call the Police, and things settled down. The couple left the store, but Shortberry noticed they were parked just outside and they weren’t leaving. Strawberry believed the man was waiting outside to kick Salty’s ass. Wisely, Salty waited until they left to leave the store.
So here’s my hypothesis: I believe Salty goes around and says things like he did to that straight man, with the express desire to get his ass kicked. When I said this to Shortberry, her eyes got wide and suddenly all the dots began to get connected. Was this the reason he always looked like he had just gotten an ass whooping? Was this Salty’s fetish? To say something so horribly wrong, that he gets his ass kicked?
Now mind you, I could be completely wrong. It could be he just likes to say perverse things to people and gets off on shocking them. Or maybe he feels less of a man because of his sexuality and needs to be beaten by what he feels is a “real man”? The possibilities are endless. Painful, disturbing, and endless. The more I discussed this with Shortberry the more I began to wonder about self-loathing and how powerful this emotion truly is. Did Salty hate himself, his cock, his balls, his sexuality so much that the only way he felt good about it was to punish all the parts of himself that he felt were related to it?
Shame is a powerful motivator. Being a deeply empathic person it is not easy for me to work in the world I do. I shut the empath off before I go to work. If I didn’t I would go crazy. Of course I feel sorry for Salty, I feel bad even if everything that I think is going on with him isn’t. Maybe he’s just into being tortured and beaten, there are plenty of people out there who are. It may be that he simply is aroused by the situation that saying such things puts him in. I also believe that there is not an ounce of me that feels I have misjudged this one. If a Jewish man can fantasize about being in a concentration camp then surely there are Gay people out there who might fantasize about getting bashed. Is it sick? Who am I to judge. This is beyond my realm of understanding. We all live in our own worlds. Like any geography there are borders and those brave or foolish enough to go exploring beyond those borders. I just don’t need to be exploring all of them.
I mention this because it is rare for me to be jolted from my happy place in my little English cottage where the hollyhocks grow and where I firmly position myself most days while helping a woman tuck her tits into latex Captain Salty shook me right from my cottage and I felt it only fair to purge him from my happy place and get back to enjoying my back porch. Lucky you!
Oh by the way…did you hear? I have two new books coming out: “Lily” with Silver Publishing and “The Good Cop” with Seventh Window Publications. Feel free to also stop by my examiner.com column and say hello…fuck off…or send me a recipe or cookies…whatever you dish I can take… or come by my website!
A Delicious NSFW Photo Prompt…
May 21, 2011 Filed under: erotica, eye candy, free story, m/m, writing
I recently joined the m/m romance group at Good Reads and when I got an email about the Hot July Days event I knew immediately that I wanted to participate. Readers submit erotic photos and give a brief scenario that they like to have turned into a story. Authors accept the challenge by choosing a photo and writing the story. The stories will then be collected into an anthology for readers to enjoy. I’ll have more details coming soon.
For now, here’s the photo and prompt that I’ll be working with…..
Just Released! Shifter’s Galaxy: Accommodating Desire
May 19, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, book release, erotica, menage, paranormal, sci fi, shapeshifter
Here’s a second excerpt from my brand new m/m/f, BDSM, sci fi release, Shifter’s Galaxy: Accommodating Desire. Read the first excerpt here.
Accommodating Desire by Silvia Violet
A sexy captain, his dominating security chief, an outrageous proposition. How could a girl say no?
Lucy Vasilia is the director of the Alkestis Market, a well run trading center catering to both legitimate and black market concerns. She’s not a woman who normally mixes business with pleasure, but shipping tycoon Ian Hadley’s dominating presence and cool control make her knees weak.
When he matter-of-factly proposes a three way with his lover, Security Chief Connor Langley, she decides to make an exception and give herself over to pleasure for an afternoon.
But Ian and his dark, dominating lover want far more from her than a few hours’ dalliance. They intend to make her acknowledge their soul-deep connection, and they won’t be satisfied until they’ve claimed her in every possible way.
Excerpt:
Ian ran a hand over her hair. “I do believe Langley enjoyed the show. You may stand and turn so he can get a better look at you.”
Lucy did as he asked. Hot desire stabbed through her core, and her legs shook as
she got her feet under her. Her pussy was so wet from the delicious taste of
Ian’s cock that she could feel moisture on her inner thighs. She thrummed with
need to look at Langley, but she knew what he and Ian expected, and she craved
their mastery even more.
After several long seconds, Langley spoke. “Look at me.”
She raised her eyes slowly, taking in the supple leather boots that encased his
lower legs, the powerful straining muscles of his thighs. The massive erection
outlined so clearly by his tight leather pants. His flat stomach and wide
shoulders.
Finally, she looked at his beautiful face. His long black hair was pulled back
in a tight braid and his forest green eyes showed a combination of hot need and
icy control that made her stomach flip flop. Ian’s dominance made her squirm,
but this man might be able to touch her very soul.
Ian ran a finger slowly down her spine. She couldn’t help but arch into his
touch. Langley smiled and she feared she might melt into a puddle.
Buy it here.
Recipes: Chicken with Capers and Devlishly Good Cookies
May 19, 2011 Filed under: recipes
I love the Simply Recipes blog. It’s one of my favorite resources for quick, easy dinners that are creative and impressive. One of my favorites is Chicken Cutlets with Capers. I made it for dinner last night and it was ready 15 minutes after I walked in the door.
It would be a great dinner to serve to company, especially with a loaf of crusty bread and these amazing chocolate chocolate chip cookies based on a recipe from Death By Chocolate by Marcel Desaulniers (food porn at it’s best).
Deep Dark Chocolate Fudge Cookies
Makes 3-3.5 dozen
1 1/2 c flour
1/2 c cocoa powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
8 oz semi-sweet chocolate
4 oz unsweetened chocolate
1 1/2 c brown sugar, packed
12 tbs unsalted butter, softened
3 eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
8 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Combine flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt into a bowl and set aside.
Chop both chocolates and microwave for 30 seconds. Stir. Microwave in 15 sec intervals stirring in between until fully melted.
Combine the brown sugar and butter in electric mixer. Beat until soft and fluffy. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating after each egg. Add the vanilla and beat 30 seconds. Add the melted chocolate beat until just combined. Add flour mixture and beat until combined. Add chocolate chips and beat another 10 seconds.
Spoon by rounded tablespoons onto parchment lined cookie sheet. Bake 15 minutes or until just set. Cool on pans for 5 minutes then on cooling rack or just eat them right off the pan letting the chocolate chips burn your mouth like I do 🙂
