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December 9, 2011
Drunken Careening Writers at KGB
November 13, 2011
Vegas Windows Call Extended
The deadline has been extended for submitting to Vegas Windows, the audio/ebook of voyeuristic stories to come out of the EAA Writers Conference in Las Vegas this past September. The deadline is now December 31, so you still have time to get a story in, if you were thinking of doing it. You even have time the begin thinking of doing it now!
The original call follows:
Vegas Windows
Edited by D. L. King, with SMOTP
The ebook and POD editions to be published by Xcite Books
Audio via Audible.co.uk through SMOTP
Deadline November 7, 2011 Now: December 31!
Payment: $25 for twelve-month exclusive rights to audio, non exclusive E and POD
Please note: this call is open ONLY to attendees of the September 2011 Sex in Sin City Erotica Writers Conference.
Imagine you are a guest of the towering Skylane Hotel. It affords the best views of the Las Vegas Strip, including hotel rooms of all the most famous Las Vegas hotels. That’s right, you’re a voyeur with a very powerful telescope and can see into hotel windows of any of the other famous hotels that surround the Skylane. Take your inspiration from such famous hotels as the ornate Bellagio, Paris, the first hotel in Las Vegas, Bugsy Segal’s Flamingo, the new and naughty Cosmopolitan, the Wynn, etc.
The only restriction is that all the sexy action must be able to be seen through the telescope at the Skylane. Otherwise, the sky’s the limit! Make it hot; you know what I like!
Stories should be between 2,000 and 2,500 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please remove all formatting and indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch. Do not include extra lines between paragraphs. Put your legal name, pen name, mailing address and email address on the first page. Put the word count under the title. Please, no fancy formatting and do NOT include a cover page. You may submit up to two stories.
Please save your story as a Word 97-2003 .doc, not a .docx. If you cannot send a Word document, you may send a .rtf. Please send your story to submissions_essemoh_teepee@hotmail.co.uk. The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Reprints are all right but you must hold the rights to any story you submit. All royalties from ebook and POD sales will be donated to the EAA Writers Conference to help defray the costs of the next conference.
November 6, 2011
Call for Submissions! Spanking Stories
Spankalicious
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Ravenous Romance
Deadline: December 26, 2011
Payment: $25 and a copy of the ebook in the format of your choice
D. L. King is looking for hot spanking stories.
What could be more delicious than a toasty, red bottom? You know who you are. Whether getting or giving is your passion, a sound spanking is guaranteed to get you there. Paddles, floggers, canes, spoons, brushes--or how about a bare hand? That's right: skin against skin.
What do you think of when you think of spanking? Baring your bum for teacher? Uncovering that naughty boy's or girl's bottom between the appetizer and the main course? Your favorite cane lying harmlessly on the bed as clothing is shed at your feet and a breathless "yes, ma'am" is whispered?
Your story can be about more than spanking but it must include spanking. Send me something guaranteed to make naughty girls and bad boys, the world over, squirm in their seats; something so blisteringly hot that any thought of sitting down will be little more than a memory.
If you're not sure what I like, check out my anthology, Spank!. All characters must be adults, no underage characters. Stories should be between 2,000 and 5,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting and no strange colors, please.
Send your story as a .doc (not .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address torrspankantho@gmail.com (If you are absolutely unable to send a Word attachment, I will accept an RTF.) Subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include, as a second attachment, a 50 to 75-word bio. Original stories only. No reprints.
To be published by Ravenous Romance
Deadline: December 26, 2011
Payment: $25 and a copy of the ebook in the format of your choice
D. L. King is looking for hot spanking stories.
What could be more delicious than a toasty, red bottom? You know who you are. Whether getting or giving is your passion, a sound spanking is guaranteed to get you there. Paddles, floggers, canes, spoons, brushes--or how about a bare hand? That's right: skin against skin.
What do you think of when you think of spanking? Baring your bum for teacher? Uncovering that naughty boy's or girl's bottom between the appetizer and the main course? Your favorite cane lying harmlessly on the bed as clothing is shed at your feet and a breathless "yes, ma'am" is whispered?
Your story can be about more than spanking but it must include spanking. Send me something guaranteed to make naughty girls and bad boys, the world over, squirm in their seats; something so blisteringly hot that any thought of sitting down will be little more than a memory.
If you're not sure what I like, check out my anthology, Spank!. All characters must be adults, no underage characters. Stories should be between 2,000 and 5,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting and no strange colors, please.
Send your story as a .doc (not .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address torrspankantho@gmail.com (If you are absolutely unable to send a Word attachment, I will accept an RTF.) Subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include, as a second attachment, a 50 to 75-word bio. Original stories only. No reprints.
Ravenous Romance takes first world rights, meaning they will be the first to publish the story, anywhere in the world. However, the story may be sold again, at anytime, by the writer, as long as Ravenous Romance is credited as the first publisher. After five years rights revert back to the writer.
October 21, 2011
And At the Last Minute... Don't Forget This Call for Submissions!
Vegas Windows
Edited by D. L. King, with SMOTP
The ebook and POD editions to be published by Xcite Books
Audio via Audible.co.uk through SMOTP
Deadline November 7, 2011
Payment: $25 for twelve-month exclusive rights to audio, non exclusive E and POD
Please note: this call is open ONLY to attendees of the September 2011 Sex in Sin City Erotica Writers Conference.
Imagine you are a guest of the towering Skylane Hotel. It affords the best views of the Las Vegas Strip, including hotel rooms of all the most famous Las Vegas hotels. That’s right, you’re a voyeur with a very powerful telescope and can see into hotel windows of any of the other famous hotels that surround the Skylane. Take your inspiration from such famous hotels as the ornate Bellagio, Paris, the first hotel in Las Vegas, Bugsy Segal’s Flamingo, the new and naughty Cosmopolitan, the Wynn, etc.
The only restriction is that all the sexy action must be able to be seen through the telescope at the Skylane. Otherwise, the sky’s the limit! Make it hot; you know what I like!
Stories should be between 2,000 and 2,500 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please remove all formatting and indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch. Do not include extra lines between paragraphs. Put your legal name, pen name, mailing address and email address on the first page. Put the word count under the title. Please, no fancy formatting and do NOT include a cover page. You may submit up to two stories.
Please save your story as a Word 97-2003 .doc, not a .docx. If you cannot send a Word document, you may send a .rtf. Please send your story to submissions_essemoh_teepee@hotmail.co.uk. The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Reprints are all right but you must hold the rights to any story you submit. All royalties from ebook and POD sales will be donated to the EAA Writers Conference to help defray the costs of the next conference.
October 5, 2011
Reading at Hustler Hollywood
If you're going to be in Los Angeles Thursday, October 6, come on over to Hustler Hollywood for the erotica reading. I'll be reading an excerpt from my short story, "The Treatment" in Carnal Machines. I'm being joined by Kathleen Bradean reading an excerpt from her Carnal Machines story, "Lair of the Red Countess" and Poe Von Page also reading from her Carnal Machines story, "Mutiny on the Danika Blue."What do all these stories have in common? Well, yes, they're all in my anthology, Carnal Machines, but there's more, too. Scanning the room... Anyone, anyone? Scanning... Yes, you there. You know me, right? Points at woman in black leather, leaning against the door frame. Yes! They're all fem dom stories, that's right!
Now, I don't want you to think that's all you'll get if you show up at Hustler. We're also being joined by Michelle Janine Robinson and Stan Kent. I'm not sure what they'll be reading, but I can't wait to hear it.Stan will be spinning some great sounds and there'll be goodies available at the Hustler cafe. Hope to see you there.
Hustler Hollywood
8920 Sunset Boulevard
West Hollywood, CA 90069
Free parking behind the store for the duration of the event!
September 25, 2011
September 23, 2011
The Harder She Comes
Here's some exciting news: The Harder She Comes: Butch Femme Erotica has a cover and a final table of contents. You may remember the call for submissions for Daddy's Little Girl? It's been renamed The Harder She Comes, which is a much hotter title. And check out this juicy cover!
Check out this amazing line up. I'm thrilled with this book and know you will be too.
Speakeasy by Evan Mora
Winner Take All by Andrea Dale
It's So Peaceful Out Here by Elaine Miller
Manchester, 2000 by Stella Sandberg
Good Girl, Bad Girl by Sinclair Sexsmith
The Bucket List by Charlotte Dare
Happy Ending by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Tamales by Kathleen Bradean
Valentine by River Light
Birthday Butch by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Born to Ride by Beth Wylde
Channeling Charles Bukowski by Aimee Herman
Tits Down, Ass Up by Crystal Barela
Pound by Shanna Germain
Farmhand by Miel Rose
A Date With Sharon Tate by Valerie Alexander
Bienvenido by Anna Watson
This is What I Want by C S Clark
And, just to annoy you; you'll have to wait -- it won't be released until March, 2012.
Oh, yeah, The Harder She Comes: Butch Femme Erotica is from Cleis Press and edited by yours truly. Pre-order your copy here.
July 23, 2011
The Wild O Podcast or I Am Interviewed
I had too much fun talking with Dagni Rose of The Wild O Podcast a while back. No, really, I had too much fun. We talked for hours, that's right, hours and she had to edit all my drivel down to about 30 minutes of scintillating literary discussion. And fun: did I mention fun? I've decided I laugh far too much. I really need to rein it in. However, she was up to the task, even after her software crashed and she had to find something new and better to allow her to do the hours and hours of editing. So, while you may be interested in hearing what D. L. King actually sounds like, you actually owe it to Dagni Rose to listen to the interview that took days, possibly even years off her life to produce!
July 3, 2011
The Carter/Johnson Leather Library
I was surprised and thrilled when I was asked to read in the Carter/Johnson Leather Library when I was at Leather Pride Night this year. I mentioned to Vi Johnson that I was going to be at TES Fest for the book signing and she asked me if I could stop by and do a reading in the library. For those of you who don’t know, the Carter/Johnson Leather Library travels around the country to various leather and fetish events. Their motto is: Never again landfill. Never again flames. Their mission is to protect, archive and share the history of media depicting the history and heritage of leather, fetish and S/M erotica. It’s an amazing archive and growing all the time.
On Saturday, July 2, I drove out to New Jersey to TES’s 40th anniversary TES Fest for the book signing and to read in the library. The signing went really well and I sold and signed more books then ever before at TES Fest. Other authors at the signing were Laura Antoniou, Susan Wright, Cassandra Park and Kasi Alexander.
A woman whom I’d previously met at the NELA Fetish Fair Flea stopped by, just as everyone started packing up, to buy a book I’d sold out of at NELA. She was nice enough to help me pack everything and then even help me bring everything over to the library, since I was about to be late! (Thanks Aurora!)
When I got to the library, they were setting up cameras to record my reading, how cool! Vi came in and said she wanted to interview me first because she had lots of questions to which she needed answers. I had no idea I’d be interviewed first and was completely humbled that she would be interested in hearing anything other than bits and pieces of my fiction. We had a great conversation and then I read “The Uninitiated Bottom,” from Power Play (Xcite, August 2011). It was the first time reading the story in public and I very happy to say it went over really well. (Vi needed to take a break.) Then I read a chapter from The Marrying Kind, which everyone liked. At some point, all the footage will be edited and put on the library’s website. You can’t believe how excited I am about that and I can’t wait to see it. (Sure hope I don’t look like an idiot!) 
I gave Vi a signed copy of each of the books I’ve edited, as well as each of my novels. She totally blew me away when she told me that Where the Girls Are: Urban Lesbian Erotica was the most requested title. I’m totally in awe of all the authors in the anthology. And for those of you who aren’t in the book, or haven’t read it, you should pick it up.
June 26, 2011
Call for Submissions!
Seductress: Succubi Erotica
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Cleis Press
Deadline: October 1, 2011
Payment: $50 and 2 copies of the anthology
D. L. King is looking for stories hot enough to ignite the fires of hell.
She’s beautiful. She’s enchanting. She’s mysterious and unfathomable. She’s your fondest dream and your worst nightmare. She’s sweet and sublimely submissive. She’s dark and fully in charge. She’s flirty and she’s vulgar. She promises safety in her arms but there’s danger in her eyes. One look, one scent, one taste, one sigh and you’re rock hard or dripping wet. She’s sex incarnate.
Succubi: sexual vampires, women who steal the life force from their victims—oh, but what a way to go. Some say succubi visit their victims in dreams; others say they seduce them in the flesh. Whether your succubus is a shape shifter, has permanent bat wings or wears a mini skirt and has legs that go all the way up to her armpits; whether her victims are taken unawares, follow her with glee or scream bloody murder as they come, make your stories hot. (You know what I like, and if you don’t, have a look at The Sweetest Kiss or Carnal Machines for a clue.) As always, I’m relying on you to make me wet!
This anthology is primarily heterosexual, but I’ll consider lesbian stories. Stories should be between 1,500 and 3,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. Put your legal name, pen name, mailing address and email address on the first page. Put the word count under the title. No fancy formatting and do NOT include a cover page. You may submit up to two stories.
Very Important: If you are using a new PC which saves your document as a .docx, please save your story as a 97-2003 Word Document or I will be unable to open it. If absolutely necessary, you may send your story as an rtf. Please send your story to succubusantho@gmail.com. Subject line should read: Submission: TITLE.
Original stories only. If your story has been previously published, please include the title, date and publisher. You must own the rights to any reprints. Please include a 50-word bio and direct any questions to the above address.
June 13, 2011
Lobster Roll Rumble
I asked my best friend if he’d like to go to the Lobster Roll Rumble as his birthday gift. I was pretty sure I knew the answer. You see, we’re both big fans of lobster rolls, well, of a particular lobster roll, to be exact.
What’s a Lobster Roll Rumble, you ask? It’s a contest to see who makes the best lobster roll. This year’s rumble was the second, I think. At any rate, the first time I heard about it was last year and by the time I saw it advertised, it was already sold out. This year, the day the tickets went on sale I texted my friend and asked if he wanted to go. We got tickets a month, or so, in advance (yay!) and the event sold out a few days later.
So, what do you do at a lobster roll rumble? Well, you eat lobster rolls. Now, let me be the first to tell you, I LOVE lobster. As far as I’ve been concerned, there can’t be too much lobster. I can easily eat two Main lobsters for dinner—and look for more. So, as you might expect, I was psyched!
There were 18 chefs in contention for the prize, which was to be decided by a celebrity panel of judges: Donatella Arpaia, Harold Dieterle and Katie Lee. But the crowd would award the Fan Favorite award. Last year, our favorite lobster roll maker won: Lukes Lobster, here in New York City. I couldn’t imagine anyone beating Luke for best lobster roll. All you have to do is taste it and you’ll know why I say that… But more about that later. Who were the contenders? A lot of them came from New York but several were from out of town.—places like Boston, Chicago, Maine, San Francisco, Los Angeles (I was really interested to see what an Angelino knew about the ultimate New England treat.).
So we got there, in the pouring rain, and once they let us in, we made our way to one of the chefs’ tables somewhere in the middle, to beat the rush at the beginning. Now, I’ve been to wine tastings before. You take a sip—and if you’re really serious, you spit it out—you don’t drink the whole glass. So, we each get a lobster roll (and let me tell you, they were the size of a half-roll, not a mere bite) and my friend eats the whole thing. Not to be outdone, I do the same. It was okay (Jaded New Yorker, here: how is lobster ever merely okay?) but nothing to write home about. We moved on to the next table and did it again. I have to say, I was quite impressed, as was my friend, by the second roll. It was made by B&G Oysters from Boston. Well, figures, Bostonians should know how to make a lobster roll. It was damn fine, but it wasn’t Lukes. I’m just sayin’…
It was at this point that my sense of self preservation kicked in. I only ate about half of the third roll. And from then on, I took a couple of bites, maybe three at the most, occasionally just one, before deciding whether it would get my vote. I took a break after the fourth table for a Main Root Sarsaparilla, then another break after the sixth table for a glass of wine. You gotta pace yourself.
I’d heard a lot about Red Hook Lobster Pound, from Brooklyn, and gave them a try. I liked them (not as much a Lukes) but I think I was allergic to something in their roll as shortly after I had my three bites I began to itch like crazy. I took a water break and waited for the itching to subside. It did.
By this time I was pretty done in. I think I made it through 11 different lobster rolls before I just couldn’t eat any more. My friend was still able to take a taste and I had him tell me if any that he tasted, after I whimped out, were worth my forcing myself. None were. I’m not sure how many he had, but he didn’t get through all 18 either.
We cast our votes for Lukes, amid a flurry of other voters doing the same and I actually got to meet Luke! Very nice guy. I told him my location of choice was the original Lower East Side place.
I took a sparkling wine break.
My friend actually wanted to taste the desserts. I told him I was happy to drink and watch him taste desserts. Seriously? I had no idea how he was doing that! Yes, I can eat a ridiculous amount of lobster, but even I can’t eat it forever. I found my limit in lobster.
I saw him the next night at another party and asked him how he was. He said he wasn’t really hungry. I told him I woke up wanting a Lukes Lobster roll. I think he said something about waking up, wanting to die... nah! He loved his birthday present.
Did Luke’s win? He did win the Fan Favorite Award. The celebrity judges awarded Mary’s Fish Camp their award. Too much mayo, if you ask me.
Had Luke’s not been competing, I would have given my voting chit to B&G. Next time I’m in Boston, I’ll have to go there…
May 20, 2011
Here's something from Cecilia Tan, over at Circlet Press
For Immediate Release
NO BETTER TIME THAN THE PRESENT?
End of the World Erotica Anticipates the Rapture
(Cambridge, MA) -- According to some religious sects purchasing billboard advertising across the country, this Saturday is Judgement Day.
In case the end of the world really does come on May 21st, Circlet Press has put their anthology of end-of-the-world erotic science fiction, APOCALYPSE SEX, on sale for one cent.
APOCALYPSE SEX features four stories of sudden sex in the face of doomsday. With their own demise staring them in the face, the characters in the book all come to the same conclusion: it's time to have the best sex of their lives. Inhibitions are cast aside and fantasies are fulfilled as the doomed chase down their deepest desires. The book includes stories by J. Daniel Sawyer, Elizabeth Coldwell, Elizabeth Schechter, Beverly Langland, and David Hubbard.
The one cent offer is available through midnight Eastern time on May 21st only on circlet.com. If the world is still around after that, or to console those of us left behind, the book will then be 99 cents for another week before reverting to its normal $4.99 price. Read a sample or download the book here.
I'd say, buy it and read it fast, before it's all over!
For Immediate Release
NO BETTER TIME THAN THE PRESENT?
End of the World Erotica Anticipates the Rapture
(Cambridge, MA) -- According to some religious sects purchasing billboard advertising across the country, this Saturday is Judgement Day.
In case the end of the world really does come on May 21st, Circlet Press has put their anthology of end-of-the-world erotic science fiction, APOCALYPSE SEX, on sale for one cent.
APOCALYPSE SEX features four stories of sudden sex in the face of doomsday. With their own demise staring them in the face, the characters in the book all come to the same conclusion: it's time to have the best sex of their lives. Inhibitions are cast aside and fantasies are fulfilled as the doomed chase down their deepest desires. The book includes stories by J. Daniel Sawyer, Elizabeth Coldwell, Elizabeth Schechter, Beverly Langland, and David Hubbard.
The one cent offer is available through midnight Eastern time on May 21st only on circlet.com. If the world is still around after that, or to console those of us left behind, the book will then be 99 cents for another week before reverting to its normal $4.99 price. Read a sample or download the book here.
I'd say, buy it and read it fast, before it's all over!
May 11, 2011
Elias St. James, Next Stop on the Tour
Poor, sweet Elias doesn't have his own blog, but wanted to participate in the tour. I told him I'd be more than happy to host his post, so to speak. I love his story, "Infernal Machine" and I'm sure you will too. (Of course, I love all the stories in Carnal Machines, after all, I hand-picked each one!)
But here he is. Welcome Elias!
Hi, all. I'm Elias, and I wrote Infernal Machine. I'm a former English teacher, and I live in Central Florida with my other half, our son, and a cat.
At least, that's what it says here.
Really, everything about that is true... except for the name. Well, I suppose the name is true, too. It's just not the one I usually go by. Yep. Elias A. St. James is a pen name. You all are clever people, if you dig, you'll find who I really am. If you care, that is. I can't imagine why you would. But I'm lousy at keeping secrets, so the information is out there.
I had a lot of fun writing Infernal Machine, because it is one of the few stories I've written that involved a visual aid. This one, in fact.
Aren't they gorgeous? 300-year-old dildos. Come on, how could I see something like this and not immediately turn around and write something about Victorian cocks? (And before anyone snarks, yes, I know 18th century isn't Victorian. Really, I do know that. I'm a research geek, and I've been doing a lot of reading on Victorian England and the British colonies. Right now I'm reading Pleasure Bound, by Deborah Lutz. Hot stuff!)
(My big question is... does the new owner actually use them? Or are they just on display? Come on, inquiring dirty minds was to know!)
So, shall we see the lovely cocks in action? Here they are in their guest-appearance in Infernal Machine:
It was a strange affectation of mine, and one that Sasha often teased me about, but I disliked masturbating on our bed. It somehow felt dishonest. I stripped off my trousers and poured some oil into my hand, slowly smoothing it over my still-hard cock. Prepared, I sat down on the chair, finding the ugly thing oddly comfortable. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, thinking about Sasha, the smell of his skin, the feel of his hands on me, his cock against mine. The way he loved to tease me until I couldn't stand or speak. The way his mouth felt on my mouth, on my cock... I moaned softly and leaned back a little in the chair, my back pressing against the cool metal. Without warning, the back shifted. The seat sank, just enough to notice. I heard something click, and gears began to turn.
I had done my work well. Before I could gather my thoughts, the mechanism was working, and the ornate scroll-work snapped to life like a trap, pinning my arms to my sides, catching both of my legs, caging my head so that I couldn't turn. I struggled, unable to move at all as the gears kept on turning. The panel that I'd been so desperate to get into earlier opened, the sides rising and taking my legs with them, spreading them wide until it felt like my hips were going to snap. By the time the movement stopped, the chair had tipped back so I was helplessly reclined. I tested my bonds and cursed -- I was stuck, and likely to stay that way until Sasha returned and could figure out how to release me. Then I heard another click, and the gears began to turn once more. That was when I saw movement; a pair of metal arms appeared, one rising from between my legs, the other dropping from over my head, and I caught my breath in wonder as I saw what embellished the end of each arm.
The Artificer in me saw first that they were beautifully-made wooden cocks on the arms with the finest articulation that I had ever seen. That voice was quickly silenced when one of the cocks stopped at a level with my hips, and the other lowered itself towards the cage that imprisoned my head. A cage, I suddenly noticed, that had an opening over the mouth that was just large enough to admit the wooden intruder now approaching.
Like it? Go read the rest!
And keep following along with the blog tour. Here’s the schedule:May 1 D. L. King
May 2 Teresa Noelle Roberts
May 3 Kathleen Bradean
May 4 Jay Lawrence
May 5 Kannan Feng
May 6 Essemoh Teepee
May 7 Elizabeth Schechter
May 8 Delilah Devlin
May 9 Tracey Shellito
May 10 Renee Michaels
May 11 Elias St. James
May 12 Lisabet Sarai
May 13 Janine Ashbless
May 14 Poe Von Page
April 30, 2011
Carnal Machines Blog Tour Kicks Off
Carnal Machines is out and available and I’m kicking off a blog tour with the authors. But before I get to the particulars of the tour, I thought I’d talk just a little bit about corsets—me and corsets.
I love corsets; I own three of them. I think the fascination began in my years doing Renaissance festivals. Those were called bodices, though, not corsets. Although they laced up tightly, giving me a smaller waist, accentuating my hips and making my practically non-existent breasts mound just a bit, giving me the appearance of cleavage. (I was tiny back then.)
Those bodices weren’t steel boned, they only had quilted cotton “ribs” but they were still constricting and body shaping devices. And back in those days, I could put them on in the morning and work hard in the sweltering heat for ten hours and still be able to breathe. Ah, but it did feel good to unlace at the end of a long, sweaty day.
Now, I own three steel-boned corsets. Yes, there will be no pictures. (I’m not tiny anymore.) Now, they help to cinch in my non-existent waist but don’t do all that much for my still non-existent tits. But they do still make me feel totally sexy. The first one I bought was an electric blue silk which was very elegant but somehow ended up being too large. I traded it in for a smaller one but they didn’t have the same fabric so I ended up with a black and blue striped silk that was rather nice. It’s too small, now.
I’ve always had a thing for leather and so my next corset was an over-the-bust, again black and blue, leather corset. (Those colors have such lovely connotations and I still get nice and sweaty when wielding a heavy flogger.) It’s lovely and I fell in love with the makers, S M Hertz because they actually took the bust in the following year, for free--on a leather corset! (Yes, I really do have non-existent tits. I’m just saying…) In fact, I love them so much, I bought another corset from them, this time something that reminded me more of steampunk. It too is leather, black and white, this time. With a long black skirt and a very cool steampunk jacket, it works perfectly for Carnal Machines.
Now, to do a Carnal Machines reading so I can wear the outfit!
Here are the blog tour authors and their dates with links to their blogs. I can’t wait to see what everyone writes about!
May 11 Elias St. James will be blogging right here at dlkingerotica.blogspot.com
I have a story in the anthology. It’s called “The Treatment.” Knowing me, I’m sure you can just imagine what that might be about… I think I’ll leave it to your imagination until you go out and get a copy of the book for yourself. But let me share the introduction with you:
The Victorians wrote some of the best and most enduring erotica. For such a tightly laced age, people spent a lot of time thinking about things carnal. And, speaking of tightly-laced, I love the feel of being laced into a tight corset; the constriction; the way the fabric encases my body and hugs my curves. It makes me feel powerful. But that’s a tale, perhaps best left for another time.
Jules Verne, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H.G. Wells, et al enthralled us with their visions of new possibilities during the steam age. They, of course, didn’t coin the phrase, steampunk. No, that was our generation’s answer to the pressures of the technological age (that’s the age after the space age—there are lots of ages). We find it somehow comforting to go back to a simpler time but, because we can’t do without our technical marvels, we recreate them as they might have been made in the steam age. Steampunk.
But what was that about corsets? Oh, yes, corsets, tightly-laced carnality. Steampunk, even without sex, is erotic; with sex, it’s over-the-top hot. Just think of all the deliciously erotic machines that could be run on steam power or a rudimentary form of electricity. The authors of this anthology thought of little else, or so it would seem.
A widowed lady engineer invents a small device that can store the energy from sexual frustration and convert it to electricity to help power a home. Teresa Noelle Roberts shows us what it can do, confronted with sexual fulfillment.
What volume of steampunk would be complete without a tale of sailing ships and the men who sail them? Poe Von Page introduces us to the mutinous crew of the Danika Blue and their new captain. Of course this ship sails the solar winds of space, rather than the sea and the captain has quite the interesting relationship with the ship’s redheaded cartographer, with her delicate features, ecru eyes, black lace dress and charcoal-smudged fingers.
Then there’s the very special room on the top floor in the House of the Sable Locks, a brothel where sexually discriminating men go to have their fantasies fulfilled. Even if a man daren’t put those fantasies into words, Elizabeth Schechter’s “Succubus” will give the madam all the information she needs with which to make her clients happy.
There are brothels, flying machines, steam-powered conveyances, manor houses, spiritualist societies. The following stories afford intelligently written, beautifully crafted glimpses into other worlds, where the Carnal Machines won’t fail to seduce you, get you wet or make you hard so, lie back, relax; a happy ending is guaranteed.
D. L. King
New York City
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