NEW RELEASE: Diaries of a Dirty Dancer #2, Foot Fetish Lapdance

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BLURB: Three years as an exotic dancer left author Lula Lisbon with a head full of steamy stories! In this semi-autobiographical entry of Dirty Diaries, Lula has a shy customer named Jay who’s always dreamt of worshipping a dominant woman’s feet, but previous girlfriends had only been disgusted by his fetish. He’s never had the chance to live his fantasy, until Lula takes full advantage of the situation.

EXCERPT:

“Hmm?” I demanded, pinching the point of his chin to bring his attention back to me. I couldn’t make out the whispered answer. “I can’t hear you!”

“I want to kiss your feet,” he repeated. The blush was deeper on his cheeks, his whole body a disclaimer of his abject humiliation. I smiled, a shark circling its prey.

“What else?”

“I want to kiss them… lick them… suck your beautiful toes, feel them on my face, my chest, my—” he stopped himself.

“Your co**?” I provided helpfully. He plucked at his sleeve once more, saying nothing. His discomfort, strangely enough, both melted me and turned me on. I wanted to change that about him, to make him revel in his desire instead of fear it.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered. “Unstrap my heels and place them neatly to the side. If you’re good, you might just get what you want so badly.”

His eyes jumped to mine, wondering, questioning. He read only cool intent in my face, none of the disdain he seemed to expect; and with that, he visibly relaxed. He dropped into a kneel, bending his head over my ankles as he reverently undid the tiny buckles and slid each elegant size 7 off — first one, then the other, leaving me in just my sheer black stockings. He rubbed one crimson-polished toenail through the fine nylon with his thumb, hips jerking almost imperceptibly, but I was watching for it.

The perspiration had evaporated from my skin by this point, but my stockings were still damp. I wanted to see how far I could take the scene, and I was determined to test his limits. When he started to massage my foot, though, I was surprised at how good it felt, especially at the end of a long shift. Momentarily distracted, I moaned a little, sinking deeper into the couch. He squirmed, glancing up at my face, and his fingers paused in their movements.

“Don’t stop, it feels amazing.” Jay smiled a little, resuming the massage and tracing the high arch of my foot with the balls of his thumbs, then with his knuckles. As he worked, I ran my other stockinged foot along his arm, down his side, and across his lap. I could feel the thick bulge of his hard-on through his slacks, and made a purr of pleasure. “Looks like you think so too. You feel so scrumptious underneath my toes.” He moaned when I wiggled them against his cock, but my foot only lingered there for a few seconds before I took it away again. “I’ve been working hard all night,” I said conversationally. “I’m still sweaty, including my feet.” I put my foot on his cheek, and he flinched away. “What, suddenly you’re turned off? I can’t really believe that. Don’t lie to me. I know you’re into it.”

Jay closed his eyes, reluctantly surrendering, but leaning hard into the sole of my foot. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I’m just so used to pretending that I — well, never mind. I love the smell, especially after she’s had a long day.” He adjusted himself in his pants, and I saw that his bulge had grown. “I can’t help it, your pheromones drive me crazy.” I traced his lips with my toe, working my way into his mouth. His tongue flicked against my skin and I drew in a sharp breath.

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New Release: Butt Slut Boyfriend

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Nikki’s a lesbian, but she can’t help the lingering sexual tension she still feels for her ex-boyfriend, Mike. They hang out one night as friends, but things soon grow heated. She’s missed what he does with his tongue, and he’s missed what she does with her strap-on. Is hooking up with an ex really always such a terrible idea? Sometimes, it’s just what both parties desperately need.

EXCERPT:

The embrace lingers just a beat too long, and I can feel my pulse in my fingertips. I hope it’s dark enough so that he can’t see me blush, but he sees something in my face and smiles. To my relief, Mike doesn’t comment. I can practically hear his thoughts, though. I still think you’re amazingly sexy, his eyes say. If you want me, I’m yours.

I laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension. “Um— are you okay to drive?” He waggles his hand in a “comme ci comme ça” gesture and shrugs. “Well, you should definitely wait a while to leave, then. Wanna watch a movie?”

“‘Kay.”

I dig in my bag for my keys, and a warm breeze gusts suddenly. Again I pick up his scent: a mixture of clean male, sandalwood, and a hint of earthy weed smoke. I want to drink him in. I bite my lip, trying in vain to ignore my rebellious body while I slide the key into the lock. The door jerks open and I let him in after me. I start up the carpeted stairs to my third-floor walk-up. Suddenly a little self-conscious, I glance over my shoulder to find him checking out my ass. “Mike! You’re looking up my skirt, I totally caught you!”

“Duh, your butt’s in my face, your skirt is short, and I can see right up it. Hell yeah, I’m gonna look!” I try to keep a stern face, but I can’t help but laugh.

“You think you get a free show just because you bought the last round? You’re gonna have to pay for that.” He only grins up at me, obviously unrepentant. But the beer-and-weed combo is making me feel reckless and daring. I stare down at him, considering. Fuck it, I think. Two can play at this, and I mean to win. “Fine, then.” I yank the hem of my skirt up around my hips and hook the back leg of my panties with one thumb, pulling the thin cotton to the side. “Lick my ass, and you’d better do it good. By the way— from now on, you’re my little slut, and you’re gonna worship my whole body all night long.”

He hasn’t heard me talk like this in years. His eyes widen, and I see him instantly fall hard into subspace. I’d forgotten how much that shy, submissive look he gets turns me on. I stick my ass out at him and spread my legs. “Bitch, you’d better hurry, before my offer expires.”

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Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling – The Blog Tour!

I’m pleased to announce Cinderella: The Blog Tour!

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Please follow along from July 1-5 to read interviews and exclusive behind-the-scenes peeks into the-writing-of, and enter to win one of five digital copies of Doubled: An Erotic Science Fiction Novellette. I’ll randomly pick one commenter from each blog stop and announce the winners next week.

July 1: http://www.erinoriordan.blogspot.com/

July 2: http://dream-reader-dreamer2229.blogspot.com/

July 3: http://adrianakraft.com/blog

July 4: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/

July 5: http://kdgrace.co.uk

Ear Porn: Dr. Susana Mayer and the Erotic Literary Salon

I keep meaning to attend this. I’ll get around to it; I’d love to do a live reading!

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In most cities, there are open mics where people can workshop their latest creations in front of a live audience, whether they be singer-songwriters or stand up comics.

But what if your art is penning sultry tales of people getting it on? Or what if you just want to chill in the unpretentious swank of an absinthe bar while  hearing lusty stories read by interesting strangers?

You’ll be delighted to learn that you’ve got options. For five years Dr. Susana Mayer haserotic literary salon  hosted the Erotic Literary Salon, an event she founded not knowing if anyone would have the chutzpah to stand up and let an audience into their private fantasies.

Well, spoiler alert, but they do. They love it. And so do the audiences. A mixture of talented regulars and curious newcomers come to the monthly gathering…. with zero judgment.

Dr. Mayer, who is also a sexologist and professional…

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A Fragment From My Journal

March 12, 2013

Unfortunately, there will be people, many people, who say they love you and then will utterly shatter your love and trust. They will probably be vindictive and hateful about it too, for no reason other than deep inside, they feel guilty about what they did to you.

Fortunately, you are not dead, and you don’t need these people in your life. If they once served you, they are now as dead as last summer’s flowers. They lit your life for a while, and are now dead.

Find new flowers.

I think this needs more attention. Writers — and all artists, no matter their medium — should not work for free, nor be expected to do so. Shame on the Atlantic, and on anyone who expects slave labor from creatives.

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A Day in the Life of a Freelance Journalist—2013

Here is an exchange between the Global Editor of the Atlantic Magazine and myself this afternoon attempting to solicit my professional services for an article they sought to publish after reading my story “25 Years of Slam Dunk Diplomacy: Rodman trip comes after 25 years of basketball diplomacy between U.S. and North Korea”   here http://www.nknews.org/2013/03/slam-dunk-diplomacy/ at NKNews.org

From the Atlantic Magazine:

On Mar 4, 2013 3:27 PM, “olga khazan” <okhazan@theatlantic.com> wrote:

Hi there — I’m the global editor for the Atlantic, and I’m trying to reach Nate Thayer to see if he’d be interested in repurposing his recent basketball diplomacy post on our site.

Could someone connect me with him, please?

thanks,
Olga Khazan
okhazan@theatlantic.com

 From the head of NK News, who originally published the piece this morning:

Hi that piece is copy right to NK News, so…

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Exciting New Updates!

It’s official! I have a story that will be published in a print anthology, my first! The story is called “Icing on the Cake.” It’s a short-short femdom story, previously unreleased since I wrote it specifically for that call. The book is titled The Big Book of Orgasm, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. It will be released in September 2013 by Cleis Press. I’m so excited! I’m hoping to get a few more pieces in print this year, while still working on my own indie published pieces as well.

Even the Universe is helping me celebrate… I found out about the official acceptance yesterday, and guess what happened today? I got a call telling me I won a happy hour party at this amazing oyster place in Philly. Could it be any more perfect? I will use the opportunity to eat lots of oysters, drink lots of beer, and announce my status as a print-published author. *happy dance*

In other news, author Carl East has listed me on his website. He is helping build visibility for erotica and erotica authors, and I’m honored that he personally invited me to be a part of it.

Last but not least, I’ve also released a 2-Pack bundle of my popular gay erotica, Pumping His Iron parts 1 and 2. Hot cover, no? 😉