Wednesday, December 28, 2011

"Sin City" now available

Here's a new anthology of erotic stories I'm proud to be a part of. Congratulations and thanks to Jennifer Roberts for all her hard work.

"Sin City: Six Scintillating Stories"
Las Vegas is the place where dreams come true and hopes are dashed. Turn any corner in Sin City and you never know what you might find, but whatever it is, you won’t soon forget it. Enjoy six, scintillating stories from six very different writers. Let them take you on a journey through Sin City and its many erogenous zones.

"Sin City" now is available at Smashwords.

Friday, November 18, 2011

New story on Smashwords

Nikki and Sam are enjoying a day fishing when a friendly wager gets really friendly. As they try to distract one another, it gets friendlier as they rock the boat. Things get hot underneath the summer sun as Nikki and Sam turn their fishing boat into a pleasure boat.               

Check it out at

Saturday, October 15, 2011

'Jessica's Revenge' - my first published release!

My first erotica release now is available at Smashwords. "Jessica's Revenge" is the story of a woman wbo sets out on an erotic journey to prove her ex wrong about her.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A new sample

Here's a sample from the story I'm working on now.

Jessica had never fucked two men at the same time, and she loved it.

Tom’s cock filled her tight ass while Bob’s dick pounded her pussy, and it felt fantastic to Jessica. Next time I’ve got to get a third man so I can fill my mouth with his cock, she thought as her two partners sent sensations she’d never felt before through her.

“Oh, lord, fuck me, guys, fuck me hard!” ordered Jessica.

Bob gripped her legs tighter and stroked harder, faster into her soaked pussy. Tom’s hands held her narrow waist as he twisted his cock and worked it in her ass. Both men grunted and were soaked in sweat. Jessica, herself dripping moisture from every pore, threw her head back and yelled, “Yes! Yes!”

She heard Bob’s balls slapping against her, and knew they must be hitting against Tom, too. She wondered how they liked that, because it was making her hotter. Jessica squirmed between the two men in delight. How could I have waited so long to experience this, she asked herself.

“Damn, babe, you’ve got a hell of a grip on me with your ass,” Tom grunted into her ear. “I’ve never been in anything so tight.”

“You feel huge inside me,” Jessica replied between gasps. “Just keep working it, hon, just fuck my ass hard.”

“You are so wet, Jessica. I feel your juices running down my balls,” interjected Bob.

“I know, I know, and I haven’t even come yet,” said Jessica. “But it won’t be long.”

Jessica smiled as the two men fucked her, smiled and wondered what Richard would say if he could see her now. Would her ex-husband still say she was boring and not adventurous enough sexually?

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

More works in progress

Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. It's been crazy with the "evil day job" and other assorted happenings. I have been working on the writing, though. Angel Starr's story is taking shape even with a couple of course changes she wanted. The brothel in Angel's story is inspired by a real one in Fort Smith that was the first, and I believe only, bordello on the National Register of Historic Places. Her adventures are heating up, in more ways than one.

At the same time, during lunch breaks at work, I've been scribbling a pulp-noir story that's taking on a life of its own. Literally scribbling it, writing the old-fashioned way with pen and paper. It seems appropriate. When it gets far enough along, I'll switch to the computer and post an excerpt or two here.

And I have more Nikki and Sam stories in the wings. So, keep stopping by.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Angel takes the lead

Do your characters ever tell you, "I don't want to go that way"? That's happened to me with Angel. I had one plot direction in mind, but it just doesn't feel right. The words come, but it feels so wooden, so forced. Then it dawned on me that Angel wasn't comfortable with it, either. She told me she's a bit more of a free spirit and I should follow her lead, that she knows where the story should go. Who am I to argue with a flame-haired Irish lass? So, Angel, lead the way.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Meet Angel Starr: A WIP sample

Meet Angel Starr, the top girl in Miss Maxine's "gentleman's club" and my protagonist of Frontier Courtesan, my WIP.

Modesty wasn’t Angel Starr’s strong suit. Hadn’t been for years. She sat against the headboard, the covers bunched around her waist, leaving her ample breasts bare. Scratching a match on the base of the tableside lamp, Angel lit a short cheroot and exhaled a stream of blue smoke.
“I surely hope you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Harkins,” she said, dropping the blackened match into a cast iron ashtray.
Alexander Harkins was buttoning his vest. “Oh, I definitely enjoyed myself, Miss Angel,” he replied. “I always enjoy myself when I’m with you. You certainly are an amazing woman.”
“Why, thank you, sir,” said Angel, trying to sound a bit girlish. “And you certainly are able to show a girl a good time.”
She took another drag from the cheroot. Make the customer feel like the biggest stud in the herd, she told herself. It makes their pockets deeper.
As he slipped into his coat, Mr. Harkins walked over beside Angel. “I swear, if I’d known you before I met my wife, …” he started.
“Now, now, let’s not bring her in here,” said Angel, smiling.
Mr. Harkins smiled, too. He pulled a wallet from an inner pocket in his coat. “I’ve taken care of things with Miss Maxine, but I want you to have a little something extra.”
He laid a two bills on the night table. “Until next time, my dear.”
“Until next time.” Angel smiled at Mr. Harkins as he crossed the room and left.
Her smile quickly disappeared as she put the cheroot in the ashtray and swung her naked legs off the bed. She grabbed up the money and walked to her dresser. From one of the drawers she pulled a carved wooden box and opened it. Angel folded the two bills and put them atop the stack of money in the box. Her “seed money.”
“One of these days,” said Angel as she returned the wooden box to the drawer.
At a table near the window, Angel poured water from a porcelain pitcher into a bowl. Wetting a sponge, she began to wash herself. From her window, Angel could see the steam boats at the docks on the Arkansas River. Someday, she thought, she was going to hop aboard one of those boats and head downstream, all the way to the Mississippi, then to New Orleans. She’d heard New Orleans was quite a city, just the kind of place for her.
But for now, Fort Smith was home. More specifically, Miss Maxine’s “gentleman’s club” was Angel’s home. She dried herself with a soft towel, then pulled on a pair of silky pantaloons, black with red lace trim. From a chair near the bed, Angel retrieved a corset and slipped into it. She sat at the small dressing table and looked in the mirror.
Angel was blessed with shiny red hair, a the legacy of an Irish father whose own hair had been brilliant as a sunrise. Her emerald eyes were the gift of her mother, whom Angel remembered as a beautiful woman with a bright smile and a lilting voice. She pulled a silver-plated brush through her long locks and a melancholy look crossed her face.
It had been a while since Angel had thought of her parents, and how she sometimes missed them. They’d raised her right, she told herself, even if they wouldn’t have approved of her chosen line of work. They had taught her to stand up for herself, to be strong, and to keep moving ahead even when life threw roadblocks in front of you. Those lessons kept Angel going.
When she finished brushing her hair, Angel inspected herself in the mirror. She adjusted the corset to push her breasts higher, and a bit closer together, creating a narrow but prominent crevasse between them. The gentlemen liked that. Angel found it amusing that whenever they talked with her they couldn’t direct their attention any higher than her chest.
From the foot of the bed, Angel took a sheer wisp of a robe and slide into it, tying a quick-loosening knot to pull it together. She retrieved the cheroot, flicked a match into flame and puffed the small cigar back to life. It was time to head back downstairs and see if she had any more gentlemen callers for the night.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

WIP progressing

I've gotten more done on my WIP, 4,705 words so far. I'll post a couple of samples soon, one of them a hottie. Keep checking in for more.


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Hot Times in the Country: New work in progress

Hot Times in the Country: New work in progress

New work in progress

I've started work on a new, longer story. So far I've written 1,400 words. Good start. It's a romance of sorts that should have a few hot encounters.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Reading is fundamental for writing

I've always been a voracious reader. Since I could hold a book, I've read. Everything. I'm a fan of pulp and pulp-style writing, adventure stories, suspense/thrillers, science fiction, fantasy, even the occasional romance. You name a genre, and odds are I've read it. All that reading made me want to write my own stories. (When I was in junior high I wrote a World War II story featuring classmates, or at least their names, as characters. It vanished long ago.) The desire to write, and curiosity, led me to a journalism career. Along the way, I've kept trying my hand at fiction writing whenever I could. That's brought me to writing, or at least trying to write, erotica.

The first sexy book I read was Harold Robbins' "The Carpetbaggers," which I surprisingly found in the high school library. I became a big fan. Harold wasn't exactly writing erotica, but he knew his way around a hot, sexy scene. Now, thanks to the Internet, erotica and "racy" stories are more accessible, especially for those of us who don't live in big cities. It's also opened doors for those of us interested in such creative writing. Witness this blog and e-publishers such as smashwords. Erotica is such a fun genre for writers and readers, and it can crossover into so many other genres. It's a wonderful genre in which to work and allows writers to stretch their fingers and imaginations, at least it does for me. It also lets readers stretch their imaginations, and sometimes other things, too.

Again thanks to the Internet, I've gotten to read works by many different writers, and have become friends with many of them. I enjoy their stories and have drawn inspiration from their talented work. It's thanks to them that I've set out to write erotica myself. I'll share samples of my writing here and welcome all your comments and suggestions. I hope you enjoy my offerings.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Welcome to the hot country

I've always enjoyed writing. There's just something about gettting ideas and stories out of my imagination and onto "paper" that's so fun and exciting. I experiment with different genres, most currently erotica. It's a fun genre for both the writer and the reader. Come along with me on this journey into love, lust and more.