August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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Elust #83

I’m pleased to have my poem “O” included in the new Elust, a monthly collection of sex posts around the blogosphere. Please note that the content below is meant for readers at least 18 years old.

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Welcome to Elust #83

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #84 Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

London Crows and London Kisses

I am Her. She is Me.

You Say You Want to Cook for Me

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Unusual Liaison

Community. Respect. Friendship. Fucking.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Dirty Little Secrets

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

Poetry

You Know
O

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Bed
Secular Submission
My therapy
from “hard limit” to “want”
We Measure the Nostalgia
The Cure and The Cause

Events

Smut in the 6ix – Porn Conference & Gala

Erotic Fiction

Typing Errors
La Belle Dame
Sex and chocolate
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
The Gift
audience
Becca’s Story
Rope and Fixtures
As salty as his cum…
Dominating the Doctor

Erotic Non-Fiction

Teen Sex in Woolly Tights with 60s Beat Music
Dear Sadist: Your Cruelty Is Your Love
A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl
Owned, Leashed, & Beaten
Jan 2015 Owned & Collared by Mistress Claire
Rinse The Days Filth Away
Power On
Keeping tally

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Formative Kink Epic Fail: “Buck Rogers”

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

If it was easy anyone could do it
What’s a service submissive?
Prescient Words

Writing About Writing

What if aspirational meant something else?

 

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Revenge is Published

Sweet Taste of Revenge ebook cover

After the pre-order screwup, my self-published novel, The Sweet Taste of Revenge, is now available on Amazon! The introductory sale is for 99 cents. Less than a buck for a novel of just over 190,000 words. After a week, the price will increase to $3.99.

I’m happy to see this book published, as it is the effort of many, many months crafting it. Several years ago, I wrote a lot of erotic and romantic short stories, and some of them have grown into novels–since I found that I wanted to expand on what happened to the characters.

The Sweet Taste of Revenge is one of those. The short story grew during the past year, and I was interested to see what happened in Michelle Brower’s life after she discovered another woman’s hair on her husband’s shoulder.

Some days brought fluid writing, while other days brought doubts and much slower writing. Eventually, though, the doubts eased during the editing process. (I described my doubts in another post.)

And now, the book is complete and self-published on Amazon. A big breath of relief!

Here’s an excerpt — the first chapter — to hopefully whet your appetite:

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Chapter 1. Strand of Hair

The blonde hair on her husband’s shoulder didn’t belong to Michelle Brower.

Michelle and Joe were reading in bed, their nightly routine after dinner and their favorite TV shows. Sometimes, though, Michelle went through the routine alone, when Joe worked late on a demanding project. He put in a lot of hours at Hannold Engineering in the hopes of advancing his career into upper management. That position shone brightly above him on the corporate ladder, and he was determined to climb the rungs.

The light from the nightstand’s lamp flitted across something on the fabric of light blue pajamas on Joe’s shoulder. Enough to catch Michelle’s attention out of the corner of her eye. At first, Michelle kept reading Dead Ringer, the suspense novel she was enjoying, in which Detective Baldwin was at a bar, nursing his fourth Jack Daniels while trying to make sense of clues found at yet another crime scene from the previous night.

But something on her husband’s shoulder kept twinkling in the light, like a lure drawing fish out of a lake’s depths and up to the surface. Michelle had to stop reading and find out what the thing was, so she reached over and pinched it off.

A long strand of blonde hair. It twirled from the grip of Michelle’s thumb and forefinger as she held it up.

Exhibit A, your honor. She didn’t think it then, but would eventually view the hair that way.

“This isn’t mine,” Michelle said while looking curiously at the hair. It was a simple, flat statement. Void of the intense emotion to come later.

After glancing at the hair, Joe shrugged, saying, “It’s probably from the dry cleaners.” Trying to pass off the hair as nothing.

“But I clean your PJs. Not the dry cleaners.”

“Who knows?” he wondered. “Hair gets everywhere. It’s probably from the hotel. God knows how many people go through hotel rooms.”

Hotel room. Atlanta. Joe recently came back from a business trip. The facts clicked together for Michelle. As if she hoped to emulate the hunky and damaged Detective Baldwin, who tried to click the facts together to discover the serial killer’s identity.

Joe pressed on: “You know hotels are like carousels. Thank God I’m not worried about germs. Otherwise, I’d wear gloves or a Haz-mat suit or something. You know, they never wash the bedspreads in hotels. They just put them right back on the bed. I bet those things are breeding grounds for germs. I try not to touch them at all. I don’t want to get sick and bring some nasty bug home to you. But I guess I can touch them by accident. It happens. That’s where the hair came from. Got to be.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Michelle had told him that tidbit about hotel bedspreads not being washed. She heard it from a girlfriend and passed it along to Joe.

And now, her husband used it as an excuse for another woman’s hair on his PJs. But Michelle wasn’t convinced. Call it intuition. Something about Joe’s tone of voice or his frown or maybe a shadow across his face.

No, there wasn’t really a shadow on his face. That appeared later, in her mind, as Michelle remembered the scene and tried to pick out details that showed her husband’s guilt.

Michelle tried to tell herself that the thoughts of Joe cheating were all in her imagination. She was looking too hard for suspicious behavior. Her perception was biased because she read too many detective novels. Maybe she wanted to find suspicious behavior, so she turned ordinary things into clues because she figured they should be guilty.

She laughed, thinking, Don’t be so worried. There’s nothing wrong. Joe’s not the cheating type. He’s devoted to you, and he’s a hard worker. All that traveling stressed him out. So don’t go looking for things that aren’t really there.

Still, another woman’s hair had actually been on her husband’s shoulder. A blonde woman’s hair wasn’t ordinary.

Discovering the first hair led to the need to decide how it got on the shoulder of Joe’s pajamas. Maybe Joe was right. He could’ve tossed his pajamas on the bed in a Atlanta hotel, and his PJs picked up a hair from a previous occupant.

Or maybe Joe was lying. The hair could’ve meant that her husband fucked some blonde bitch in his hotel bed, and she spent the night sleeping next to him. Maybe they even fucked a second time in the morning.

Because the blonde hair wasn’t the only suspicious thing. There was something different in how Joe acted. He was more enthusiastic in general. And it wasn’t merely because his business trip to Atlanta had broken up January’s winter doldrums.

Undoubtedly, the trip to Atlanta had jolted some electric juice in him. Michelle felt a nagging sense that Joe’s great mood after his trip was due to great sex. Like how Joe used to get when he and Michelle had a weekend packed with sex. After several rounds of wonderful love-making, Joe positively glowed with happiness and relaxation. The guy sported a wide grin that took many days of returning to his job and grinding at work to wear off.

He had that glow again. Like characters in a musical, just before they broke out into singing and dancing. That was it. Joe didn’t normally look like he was about to break out in song and dance, but he did now.

And it wasn’t from a weekend of having an orgasm marathon with his wife. Who was a brunette.

As much as Michelle denied Joe’s guilt, the clues pointing otherwise kept nagging at her. His effervescent mood. The blonde hair. His business trip to Atlanta.

Michelle imagined Joe sitting at a hotel bar, sipping on a bourbon and club soda. A long-legged femme fatale sauntered in, wearing a black dress that hugged her curves. Her dress was cut low and cut high where it mattered. Showing enough skin to capture your eyes and hold them there securely. Until you realized that you were staring, and you had to turn your head. Before someone called you a creep.

As the femme fatale sat on a bar stool, she pushed blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her long, straight hair flowed gently past her shoulders. Making all the men in the bar wonder how that hair would look when it was fanned out on a bed. Of course, after the bedspread was ripped off. Hotels never washed those things, and they were surely breeding grounds for germs.

Once the bedspread was ripped away, you could lay this hottie on the bed and see how her blonde hair looked all splayed about. You’d get to see how her body looked in various positions. Because her body and hair inspired lots of wicked fantasies.

All the men in the bar lusted after the blonde, as her smoky blue eyes drank them in. Her glossy red lips were parted just so, seeming to nearly say something—or kiss someone. If only a special someone would come.

Joe slid off his bar stool and went to the woman, as if drawn by a powerful magnet. He said in a scratchy voice, How about a cigarette, then a drink, then my hotel room? In that order.

A scene from an old, black-and-white noir movie, full of clichés. A blonde femme fatale and stilted dialogue. The scene was probably nowhere close to what actually happened to Joe in the hotel during his trip to Atlanta.

Michelle didn’t have a clue as to how Joe got started with the blonde. But she knew the story led to a long hair on the shoulder of her husband’s pajama top.


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Pre-Release Sale for Revenge

I’m excited to say that my new self-published novel, The Sweet Taste of Revenge, is now in a pre-release sale. I’ve never done a pre-order before, so we’ll see how it goes.

Here’s the blurb for the book:

 The blonde hair on her husband’s shoulder doesn’t belong to Michelle Brower.

Joe tries to explain that the hair got on his pajamas from a previous guest in the hotel room where he stayed during a business trip to Atlanta. But Michelle has her suspicions. Those suspicions lead her to a private investigator, one out of the mystery novels she enjoys reading.

This begins Michelle’s journey of discovery, pain, change, and the searing wish to exact revenge upon Joe. Give him a taste of his own medicine. But plans don’t always unfold smoothly and as expected. Ultimately, though, Michelle realizes that revenge doesn’t have to be an eye for an eye. It can be something quite different. And still taste very sweet.

The sale price is 99 cents, and this will jump to $3.99 after the novel is published on June 1. So you get to save a few bucks for a coffee to drink while you read. The ebook is available at Amazon.

I’ll share an excerpt from the book in another post, as I first want to say something about writing this book.

The last several months have been busy with editing the story, and I’m relieved that the doubts nagging me earlier (described here) have calmed. Doubt can be helpful in keeping me on my toes, rather than me becoming complacent. But it was nice for the doubts to simmer down in the second round of editing.

The general doubts of Is the story any good? and Will anyone want to read the book? will probably remain in the back of my mind for all my stories. Okay, let them be there. I can live with that.

However, this book carried the specific doubt of As a man who has never been divorced, can I appropriately write about a main female character who has?

After reading and editing the story a couple of times, I like how the journey unfolds. My imagination decided what Michelle Brower chose, and what happened to her. I hope I was fair to her as a character.

And I guess readers would have a variety of opinions about the events and Michelle’s choices, whether they are realistic or not. Reviews on Amazon have shown me that readers disagree widely on books. A book can have five stars with glowing reviews, then one-starred reviews where the reader said the book was a waste of their time.

Also, a few words on writing beyond sex scenes…

I developed a pattern in writing erotica where I believe I focused too much on sex scenes. Yes, that’s what makes erotica different from other genres. But erotica can expand beyond titillation and into other wonders and frustrations of relationships. How people treat each other outside the bedroom, with their clothes on. Stories can include emotional connections — and disconnections.

The Sweet Taste of Revenge is probably the most romantic story I’ve written. It has sex, yes, but it has moments of characters enjoying togetherness.

I feel that I’ve grown as a writer, and that’s a wonderful feeling. Expanding to include some of the complexities of how people treat one another. There’s a great deal in those complexities. Sources for more stories. Hopefully, many more.


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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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Revenge: First Draft Finished

I’m very happy to say that the first draft of Revenge is done!

Even happier because I’m pleased with the shape of the draft. There have been drafts for other stories that I felt needed a ton more work. But this one doesn’t give me that feeling. I’m putting it to the side for a few weeks, then coming back to it for editing.

Does any writer enjoy editing? Maybe there are some out there. For me, it’s a process that pales in comparison with writing — the action of creating is much more thrilling than reading my work with a critical eye, constantly asking “Does it work?”

My favorite part of editing is when it’s finished. Because I’m glad for having done it, and finding those mistakes when something isn’t described well and needs cleaning. When a wrong word is used — a word that’s spelled correctly, so the spell-checker won’t pick it up. All those kinds of errors can sneak in. It feels good to clean those suckers up.

While Revenge is waiting on the side, I’m returning to a story I started last summer and ran into a road block. These certainly come up in different stories. Sometimes, I’m able to keep writing and get through it. But other times, frustration continues. I’ve found the best thing is to leave the story alone and come back to it.

In this case, I started a romantic story about a billionaire and hit a road block — then worked on Revenge (which began life several years ago as a short story and grew to the length of a novel last year). Now I’m returning to the billionaire story and seeing if the road block is still there. Fingers crossed that the writing will come more smoothly.

And it’s funny timing, given the Powerball jackpot is at $1.5 billion. Yeah, with a ‘b.’ Crazy! Of course, after taxes, the winnings would no longer be more than a billion. But after receiving tons of millions from a lottery ticket, would the winner really care?


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End of 2015 Wrap-Up

With 2015 nearly ended, I want to write an update of what I’ve been up to. I haven’t been good about posting on my blog — since I haven’t posted since mid-August.

I’ve been deep in writing my novel when I carve out time after my day job. The book (Revenge is the working title) has been shaping up very nicely. It’s easily the longest novel I’ve written (it’s more than 175,000 words). The end is in sight for the first draft, and I’m eagerly looking forward to it. Then, once the draft is done, I’ll put it to the side for a few weeks before coming back to it and editing.

The editing stage has taken me a while for other stories, and I think this one will be no different. After all, it’s long — and it has the most involved plot of any of my other books. My next-longest book, Tara & Steve, is much more straight-forward by comparison. (That novel grew out of a series of short stories.)

So please don’t think I’ve fallen off the face of the Earth. I’ve fallen into my day job and a writing project that I have adored. It’s felt incredibly good to get this far into the novel, and I’m happy with how it has progressed.

My focus on the book has caused my blog posting to suffer for the past many months. I’d like to swing by here more often in 2016, and do some writing on a much smaller scale. Not a post a day like I did in January & February 2015, but at least something more frequent than allowing four months to pass between posts.

Thanks for keeping up with my blog. I hope you had beautiful holidays, and I hope you have a wonderful New Year.


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Ides of August: Free E-books!

August free e-books day

Julius Caesar was told to beware the Ides of March, but he didn’t listen. Amazon had their Prime Day on the Ides of July.

Now we’ve made it to the Ides of August, but you don’t have to beware it: because the books below are available today and tomorrow for FREE. And Brutus is nowhere in sight — I think he’s vacationing in the Caribbean, actually.

Please know that these are erotica and romantic stories, with explicit descriptions of sex, so these e-books are meant for readers who are 18 years and older. Maybe these aren’t the best stories for beach reading, but if that’s your thing, then go right ahead. Or, if you’re not on a beach, hopefully these stories would heat you up as if you were 🙂

If you like what you read, please write a book review on Amazon — reviews are valuable to us self-publishers. Actually, if you don’t like the book, feel free to write a review saying why. It’ll be feedback that helps me as a writer.

Click on the e-book title to jump to the book’s Amazon page. The books are arranged roughly by their size, from the first two being novels to the last few being short stories.

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Bavarian Beauty. Simon Edwards has a fetish for dirndls (the traditional Bavarian dress) which causes him to endure many disappointing dates with non-dirndl wearing women. But how far is he willing to go to deliver on someone else’s fantasy in return for receiving his?

An Eager Audience: A Cuckold Erotic Romance. Kim Rowland is stunned when her husband — Oscar — tells her that he is turned on by imagining her being with another man. Oscar explains that this is called a cuckold fantasy, which is also known as hotwife. This news comes as quite a turn-around, since Oscar used to be upset about Kim flirting with other men. When Kim gets over her surprise at Oscar’s sudden confession, she realizes that if they go down this road, she could achieve one of her fantasies: a threesome with two men. This story follows the path that Kim and Oscar take in discussing their fantasies, shopping for men on a dating website, and more.

Beltane: Night of Magic and Romance. Beltane is a Gaelic festival to celebrate fertility and the arrival of the warm season, rejoicing in the land as it awoke from the long slumber of winter. Katelyn is approached by a few men who wish to celebrate Beltane night by rolling in the woods with her, but she’s put off by their drunkenness and selfishness. Another man, Shandon, is much less cocky and drunk, but his conversation with Katelyn is interrupted by Queen Mab — queen of the faeries — and she whisks them to the spirit world, where Shandon is challenged to see what he is made of, and how much he cares for Katelyn in his budding love. Available for free only on August 15, as this book only has a day left for free promotion.

The Troll’s Bridge. A man dies across the street … A man dressed as a troll visits Sophie on Halloween… A man with piercing slate eyes appears in the house across the street. Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. Will the man with the piercing eyes step up and give her the control — and the energetic sex that her mostly complacent husband doesn’t give her?

A Honeymoon For Our Lives Apart. Tabitha is an older woman whose husband has cheated on her for a while, and she has parried with affairs of her own. Including an affair with Ethan, but it grows serious when Ethan falls in love with her. With a heavy heart, Tabitha breaks off the relationship. But before they completely call it quits, she invites him to a honeymoon for their lives apart, to be spent indulging in a lush hotel.

Finding Her Rush. Henry doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong when it comes to the bedroom. Even though his girlfriend, Alison, says she enjoys having sex with him, she lacks the enthusiasm behind those words. Alison’s enthusiasm comes out in other ways: lively conversations, fun dinners, and dancing in a club. And Henry is too timid to come right out and ask the reason behind this change. But then, Alison takes Henry on a trip that changes everything in his search for answers.

Nurse House Call. Mr. Wombly is a donor at a sperm bank to earn extra cash, since he doesn’t have a full-time job and is working odd jobs to make ends meet. Rachel and Beverly are two staffers at the sperm bank who are impressed with the volume of his donation, but question if he’s actually offering fresh donations or, for some reason, is sneaking older donations and adding to his fresh stuff. So they barge in on him during one of his appointments to see for themselves. After they have some sexy fun with Mr. Wombly, is just one time enough for the two hot staffers?

Steakhouse Love. Where the steaks are thick and juicy. The ambiance is romantic. Yes, passion is in the steakhouse tonight. This story follows three couples as they dine in a steakhouse and act on their lust in different ways. Two of the couples pull off wickedly fun activities in the steakhouse itself, while the third couple carries their passion back to their hotel.

The Old Ball Game. As the closing pitcher in baseball, you’ve got to have intense concentration to get strikeouts and close down the game with your team winning. So it doesn’t help with a fan behind home plate flashes her breast at you. Joe complains to his manager about the fan interference, and that gets Ashley in hot water with the stadium’s head of security, Leo Mackey. But Ashley denies it all — as does her good friend, Lynn, who sat next to Ashley in the game. And when Joe is brought to Leo Mackey’s office, they argue about if the flashing even happened. That’s when things get sexy.

Peep Show. Jason promised his girlfriend, Carla, a surprise tonight, and he delivers with something she didn’t expect. Carla’s dressed up for a sexy night out, and she soaks in all the attention she gets as they hop through three bars to lubricate before they reach Jason’s surprise: a sex shop. When the couple enters a booth in the back of the shop, it’s the peep show that grabs a firm hold of Carla’s attention…. but she gives it right back as she follows Jason’s lead and gets into the sexiness of the place.

Beware the Ides of March. In Shakespeare’s play, it was the warning the soothsayer gave to Julius Caesar. And it’s the warning that Laura receives from her husband, Grant, in a text message. But what does it mean? Laura has no idea, but puts it to the side as she works hard in her office on a Saturday to finish a big job. When she returns home, she finds out what the warning means. How it leads to giving up control, feeling the danger and helplessness of giving into Grant’s commands. And by giving into him, feeling the wondrous heights of pleasure that come with it.