August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


A Rare Orchid


I wasn’t planning on posting about Prince, but I changed my mind after hearing musical tributes to him and remembering the amazing array of songs he left us. This looking back reminded me of David Bowie’s passing, in how impressive the compiled output was. The range of styles, the depth of lyrics, the catchy melodies that slipped into your head and stayed there. Both of these musicians were role models in how they plunged into their creativity and crafted spectacular works that grabbed from various inspirations of what came before them — and then they inspired works to come afterward. Prince may not have been on the top pop music charts in recent years, but he reminded us of his prowess when he rocked the SuperBowl’s Halftime Show. Thank you, Prince, for making the soundtrack of our world sexier, groovier, and funkier.

Photo by Al E. (Flickr).


A Reader in the House of Books

He didn’t use the library’s
self-checkout machine,
instead bringing the book
to the counter
when the pretty librarian
was behind it.

To see if she gave a reaction
when he slid
A Spy in the House of Love
across the counter
with the temptation of asking
if she’s read the book,
this specific copy of the book,
because it would be
very lovely to know her fingers
had caressed the words
and slid each page to the side
to get to the next page,
like peeling away
layers of a fantasy
getting closer to the center.

Which page corners did she fold down
to mark her spot when
she paused reading?
A break to take care of a craving
or drive to work at the library
or maybe meet her friends for wine.

But she’s a librarian, and she would find
folding page corners
to be a crime against the book,
preferring to slide an erect bookmark
between the layers,
fitting it snug and safe
until she’s ready
to slip back into the fantasy again
and hear Anaïs Nin’s
soft, French-accented whispers in her ear.

He doesn’t ask the librarian if
she’s read the book.

It’s enough to see the
slight rising of her eyebrows
and the brightening of her eyes
before she returns to
the expression she wore before.

It’s enough to plant the seed
of this book in her mind,
and cause her to imagine reading it,
maybe even with him.

He will imagine sitting
next to her on the couch,
naked under a blanket,
taking turns reading to each other,
trying out their best French accents,
laughing while aroused.


Reading Heartbeating

(Note: the first link is safe for work, but the second is not. Which is a good reason to click on it.)

The infographic says
6 minutes of reading
can slow your heartbeat,
and I like that reaction
of readers ingesting
some scenes in my stories.

But in other scenes,
I hope for quickened thumping
of readers’ hearts
as their eyes leap from
word to word
line to line
in a rush to find out
what sensual thing
happens next.
Because in my stories,
it’s fantasy time
and not the kind of fantasy
of strolling by a lazy stream
(birds chirping
sun shining)
and seeing a flying pegasus
swoop down nearby, then
is led by a friendly elf
to the stream for a drink.

Rather, the fantasies are meant
to elevate heart rates
like books that come
with trigger warnings
which turns away some readers
but is a draw
for other readers who
(while they’re deep
in the forest of the story)
find a good position to prop the book
with one hand turning the pages,
while the other hand
teases their own triggers,
causing heart rates to skyrocket.


Eric Keys

Yesterday, someone found my blog with the search phrase “where can i buy eric keys writing,” since I posted about his short stories last year. That made me wonder what Eric is up to, as I hadn’t read a new post from him in a while. I had guessed he took a long break from blogging — something I’m guilty of, since I did it for six months to focus more on my day job and my writing. But I discovered that his blog, Blood Glory Grace, is no longer available.

That led me to check out Amazon and Smashwords to see if Eric’s stories are still on those sites. But they’re not.

I remember Eric had an older blog that he shut down, then he started a new blog after an extended break. Now he’s closed up shop again.

I can imagine the decision to remove his stories and close his blog was a difficult one. It takes a lot of time and energy to craft stories, and then it takes a courageous leap to put your writing in public, for others to judge. Eric had fans, as shown by the comments on his blog and the reviews for his books on Smashwords and Amazon.

Eric’s stories were under dark erotica, and they were a combination of horror and sex. They didn’t pull punches in confronting the reader in bold images of these. But they weren’t simply a shock-fest; they had greater depth than that. They had something to say about religion and relationships and family and tolerance.

I’m sad to see that Eric pulled out his e-books for others to experience. And I hope he’s still writing stories. Writers tell stories to get them from our head to the page (or screen). We’re our first audience. I hope he’s writing for himself and finding a creative outlet for his vivid imagination.

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Recognition of Male Bloggers 2016 – Final

Mr. Modigliani has collected a list of male bloggers who write about sensual, romantic, and erotic parts of life. My thanks go to Mr. M for spending what must’ve been a great deal of time to put this list together. He’s created a resource of great blogs.

Mr. Modigliani's Private Studio

I want to thank all the contributors who sent me names of male bloggers that they follow.  There is something here for everyone from general life poetry to the romantic, the sensual and even some BDSM and D/s material.  What is wonderful about this is that I discovered a whole set of new bloggers and it is my sincere hope that you use this list to also discover new blogs that may be of interest to you.  I’ve tried to organize these blogs by some key attributes that are differentiating and found that process quite challenging.  Please contact me if there are any corrections.

Also a special thanks to August Macgregor and Matt Blissett for supporting me while I put together this project.   Please visit their blogs as they are both very talented writers.

Romantic Poet Artists   American poet and visual artist, sexual elements     skilled artist…

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Roald Dahl quotation about living live with passion

Before a writing or editing session, sometimes I stroll around Tumblr sites as a warm-up. This weekend, I came across this quote from Roald Dahl (from Ginger Wonder Wild), and it spoke to me — especially being in the mindset after putting together a guest post for Just Add Tea.

A few years ago, I made the decision to ramp up the energy I devoted to writing. I wrote well before that, but it shared attention for many other things in my life. Since increasing my time spent writing, it’s been quite a ride.

Cold on some days, lukewarm on others. But when the writing flies white-hot and passionate, holy smokes, it’s an exhilaration. Losing myself in the story. Hurling down a highway in a convertible, in bright sunshine, without worry of flashing blue lights in my rear-view mirror, a police officer pulling me over for speeding.

(The cop comes later, on editing days. And he’s a stickler for correct punctuation.)

Along with this experience, I’m delighted when I see other people click with something that — I would guess — gives them a similar rush. I read it in their poetry and stories. Hear it in their music. Taste it in their food. It’s a gratitude that they took that extra step to share their passion with the rest of the world.


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