The Secret Society of Women

The more I write the more amazed I am how people continue to ask me WHY I write what I write. I know I've touched on this topic before, but the book I am now writing, Down and Dirty, which will be released this fall, makes me wonder about it as well.
To be honest, it's the 'dirtiest' book I've written and I wonder if I have become an adrenalin gay erotica junkie. My first few attempts at this genre were timid, slightly shy and well, not nearly as down and dirty as this up and coming...(don't you love that saying?) novel.
Yes, I've had menage, foursomes...older men with younger men, and once did dabble with S&M in Born to Please, which, mind, was the best selling book I've written.
This new book is going completely insane. Here's a sample of what I mean:

When Jean met Harry’s gaze he tried to convey his shock. Harry smiled wickedly, working him with the dildo and tugging on his balls at the same time.
‘Who is he?’ Jean mouthed silently.
‘My brother.’
“What?” Jean choked and Clyde sat up.
“Did I miss something?” Clyde asked.
“No.” Harry grabbed Clyde by the back of his neck and pushed him down to continue.
Jean didn’t know if he could climax. His brain went into overdrive trying to think. I don’t want to think. I want to come.
Relaxing and bringing his focus back to the act, Jean raised his hands over his head and crossed his wrists, imagining he was bound. Harry immediately took notice. He stopped short, leaving the dildo where it was, removed a belt from the dresser and looped it around Jean’s wrists, tightening it.
“Now we’re talking.” Clyde grinned. Clyde sat back, gripped both Jean’s ankles and raised them to meet his wrists. Harry hogtied Jean with the belt.
Jean began panting in his excitement. “Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.” Harry returned to the dildo.
Clyde pulled Jean’s cock through his thighs so he could still stuck it. Jean bent his knees and straddled so Clyde could continue.
He looked at his bound limbs and a surge of pleasure washed over him. Two men, big rough gods, performing carnal acts on him delighted him.
Clyde rubbed the root of his cock and drew faster suction. The dildo rode over his prostate making his groin burn and tingle.
“Oh, yeah.” Harry chuckled. “He’s riding the edge.”
Jean rocked on his back, into the rhythm of both men. He interlaced his fingers and started to go into an orgasm. While the waves of pleasure began, he met Harry’s steely gaze.
“Come, you cocksucker.”


You see? I'm completely out of control. So I ask, hmmm...is it just me?
No. There is a 'secret society of women' all going wild over this kind of kink. Don't ask me, I didn't know about it either, until recently. Good ol' FB...yup. I was privately invited to the party. And wow! Talk about stimulating! I'm not the worst one! There are some wonderful women out there, living ordinary lives with their hubbies and kiddies, going mad for men on men kink! There's a whole army of us just under the periphery giggling, licking our chops, and loving every dirty minute of it.
Men have forever had straight porn, straight mags with enough T&A to choke a horse. Women? I've discussed this before. We're downright oppressed because some members of society don't think women should get off on men...and particularly men with men. I got a news flash for ya, bimbo. We do! Oh, boy do we!!! What can I say but my sisters in erotica have opened even my shy eyes up to men, men, men. Oh, did I say? MEN! We've been set free to smile and make yummy commentaries about the pretty pictures we share. I don't know how else to describe it but it's liberating. We all share the same love of men. And we are growing unashamed to say it.

Thank you gals for bringing me to the secret society of women, women who love gay erotica...and like it down and dirty!!!

be safe.

Bitches We Love to Hate

Susan Lucci, Karen Walker (aka Megan Mullally), Kathy Griffin, Betty White and Wendie Malick in Hot in Cleveland, and let's not forget Joan Collins...

There are woman who gain popularity by their bitchiness. They act horribly, selfishly, and seem to thrive on treating others like crapola, yet people love them. Their fans repeat their snappy quotes at parties and set them up as camp heroes.



Why am I listing females who wouldn't be considered sweet? Because along with hot men, I have been known to write about...well, bitches. They are among us. We've all met one or two...or ten. Now, don't get me wrong. Men are equally nasty, though 'bitch' is reserved for the female of the species...



Yet...there is a double standard for bitches in books. Or at least my books. I have to say, when I am once again called on the carpet for writing about a nasty woman, I laugh. It's precisely the plan. You see, if I make the woman who the man leaves, nice, think of the abuse I would suffer at the hands of the critics. "How could she write about a man leaving a woman so nice?" "Why did that man take that wonderful woman's boyfriend?"

You see the dilemma?

We can forgive a man for deserting a nasty woman. But if the same man left his sweet, caring one in a novel? Hugely unpopular idea.

So, in comes the wicked woman. Or if not wicked, perhaps not likable. Enter Trina, my new lead female character in My Best Friend's Boyfriend. Well, first of all she's based on a real person. My close friend. Yes, she's real. And with all her faults she is wonderful.

But Trina has to be annoying, she has to be the type of woman you can't feel sorry for in a novel. If you did, how angry would you be at the author for betraying her?

It's a sticky issue for an author. But I should think by now anyone who knows my novels can predict the bitch will show her ugly head. In my life, I have come across some very scary people. And the worst ones, while in the police and out of it, were women. Sorry to say it.

On a different note, I would also like to say, women have also been close friends, not-nasty, and staunch supporters of me and my career. Of course there are both nice and nasty men and woman. It's silly to even make a distinction.



What can I say? I do enjoy writing about my wily women, even though yes! You want to punch them! Slap them! Kick 'em in the butt! I love it. I have done my job.



Be safe out there.