Adventures in Writing: Sisters in Smut

Twitter Tribe and Sisters in Smut

If you follow me on Twitter along with my Twitter Tribe (you really should, we’re a party in your pants), there’s always one of us saying (probably me) “I need that on a t-shirt!”. I created a little something for the Sisters in Smut and I’m actually considering a campaign. Proceeds would most likely benefit Planned Parenthood.

I believe Eliza David is the first person to coin #SistersinSmut, so if she has other ideas, I’m open to them, of course. But a bunch of us chatted over the weekend about creating a t-shirt. I can’t help myself when my muse bites me (and why would I want to anyway) and started fiddling around with designs.

And if there’s enough interest garnered, I’ll go ahead and create the campaign.

I’ve also created a badge for those interested: Just copy and paste and post to your site if so interested:





Adventures in Writing: Being a Good Influence

This post is a little… okay, a lot emotional. This is post two in my “Being a Good Author Friend” series. Stay Tuned, there’s always more. I recommend tissues if you watch This is Water. I highly recommend watching This is Water.

Everyone is influenced by someone or something happening around them. While I attribute a lot of my good author influences to my fellow authors, I also attribute them to watching someone and seeing how they work. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know I’m a fan of Christian Kane. If you check his Twitter or Instagram, you’ll see something intriguing. He not only promotes himself, he also promotes his fellow singers, songwriters, actors, and the people who work with him in those fields.

So, I took a page out of his book. I wanted to share people who shared my values in life. Good food, good drinks, good times, and most of all, good stories. I wanted to be a good influence for others and I hoped that in being good to them, they would do the same. It appears to be working (insert evil laughter here). If there is one thing anyone should ever strive for in life – it’s to be good. Nothing more, nothing less. Be good. Make good choices.

No, it isn’t an easy thing to make good choices. But it is easy to share, be friendly, smile when you don’t mean it, and be cordial. A lot of people in the world have lost this ability to talk to each other in a respectful manner. Instead, we snipe and snark and get snippy. The thing about being an author – a lot of our conversations are in text. Cold, boring, emotionless text.

We can pretty it up with emojis, LOLs, or GIFs, but it’s still text. There’s no voice other than the one in your head reading it, and if you’re feeling hurt or battered, then most of the things you read are going to leave you feeling beaten down and hitting rock bottom. It happens to all of us so don’t feel alone or weird or whatever when this happens to you.

My best recommendation before you reply is to walk away. If you don’t have a day job to drag you away from it, then go for a walk in the woods or around the block. Play with the kids if you’ve got them at home, or chase the cat around with the vacuum cleaner. Anything that doesn’t involve a screen. Anything that will give you time to focus on everything else. Rebalance. Listen to loud music, dance badly. Whatever you need to do to get back to good.

I’m going to share a shortened video made based on This is Water by David Foster Wallace. I’m sure most, if not all, of you have seen or heard This is Water, but perhaps it’s time for a reminder. Not everyone’s day is like yours. The hardest thing in life is to be kind and we are running short on kindness more and more each day. Don’t be the one that ruins someone’s day because you couldn’t take a moment to breathe, to count, to walk away. It’s so easy for someone to say the wrong thing – it doesn’t matter if they purposefully were mean or not – it’s how you react, how you handle it that makes the difference.

Some people have short fuses and explode immediately, while others are a sleeping volcano, where the magma is rising and rising and rising until one day – ka-boom – there’s just one thing too many and their top blows. When that happens, the person they burn is the nearest or latest in a long line of offenses, upsets, emotionally draining incidents. It happens. We all have this happen. The best way is to take some time alone after it happens and try to come back and apologize. Agree to disagree. If you can come back together after some time, that’s great. If not, then that’s okay, too. We are all allowed our own personal preferences.

Ask anyone that follows me. Anytime they thank me for something publicly or privately, my usual reply is “I do my best.” Because that’s the truth. We all need to try to do our best.

This is Water-David Foster Wallace from alexander correll on Vimeo.

In short: Don’t be a dick.

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Eight

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I have for you here today exactly what you’ve been waiting for – another naughty, teasing, delectable part of Tease. We’re still inside Mack’s head as he tries to gain insight into his own wants and needs.

Cold showers weren’t working. It had been a week since I touched Piper. By the time I got back in town, it was the middle of the night. Pouty lips and her sweet voice begging me to take her filled my dreams. I ached deep inside. No woman ever got a hold of me like this. Figuring out what made Piper special drove me into madness. 

Start from the beginning:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Ten thousand times I caught myself musing ways to torment her. Ten thousand times I watched the ten-second video she sent me. At this point, I feared being a two-pump chump when I did plunge deep into her. Distracted, reporters had to repeat their questions, photographers had to snap photos two or three times because I was staring off into space. The models all whined that I didn’t pay attention to them any longer. Feelings boiled inside me and I was incapable of deciphering them. 

I had stopped calling Piper during the past week. Every time I heard her voice, I wanted to ask her what she was wearing. I wanted to order her to slide her fingers deep inside and pummel herself until she came, moaning my name over the phone. Hurt feelings poked at me from her text messages. She’d asked me if I was okay and I replied I was fine. It was an outright lie. I wasn’t fine. No, my assessment had been correct. I was screwed. 

All night I tossed and turned, sheets tangled in a mess, sweat breaking out every time I went to touch Piper and she vanished. Rolling out of bed when my alarm blared to life, I decided today was a hot shower kind of day. I stood under the spray, imagining Piper soaked in front of me, on her knees, her mouth wrapped around me as I tangled her hair in my fists. The things I was going to do to her might scare her away. I didn’t want to scare her, I wanted her close, wrapped in my arms, her legs around my waist as she screamed for more. 

When I got to the office, late, she was already there. Setting a cup of coffee and her favorite donut on her desk made her look up at me. “Good morning. I’m sorry if it seemed I was short with you this past week. Can you stay late tonight? There’s a ton of stuff to go over from the show.”

I might let you climax tonight since you greeted me in such a glorious manner.

Piper stared at the donut and then glanced up at me. She was wearing glasses today and when her eyes looked at me over the rims, I almost soaked my pants in jizz. I felt pierced to the soul with the hurt in them. “Please, pet?” 

Something changed then, warmth filled her cheeks and her eyes defrosted. I no longer felt as though I’d been stabbed with a dagger. The slight nod she gave me was enough to boost my ego. “Thank you.” 

When I heard people packing up to go, I blinked and looked around. I had no idea what work I had done today. It was a complete blur. I saw notes from meetings, notes from last week’s show, and emails that I received replies on, but the only thing in my mind was Piper, bound and suspended, while I tasted and ravaged her body with my hands and mouth. 

The last person left the building, the heavy door clanking loud from their exit, I rose out of my chair. Piper did the same and she was kneeling before me moments later. My pants were around my ankles within seconds. I’d never had my belt undone so fast. Hands and lips wrapped around me and I groaned in need. “Fuck, Piper, wait.” 

There was no stopping her. I didn’t want to stop her. I tangled my hands in her hair and took what I wanted. I forced myself deeper into her mouth. I pulled back when she choked and then pushed in again. I wanted down her throat. I wanted to fill her belly with every drop my heavy balls held. I wanted to write her name on the glass wall of the office overlooking the work area below in dripping semen. 

Before any of that could happen, she released me and pulled back, and sat on her heels. “Apologies, Sir. I might have missed you last week.” It took every ounce of effort not to coat her face and hair in a river of white stickiness. 

“I couldn’t tell. Redress me, pet. We’ll go play downstairs. I might let you climax tonight since you greeted me in such a glorious manner.” Piper pulled up my pants and redressed me. Pulling her to her feet and into my arms, I kissed her. I kissed her hard and leaving no chance of a doubt in her mind that I wanted her. I bit her pouty lips and sucked on her tongue the way she had sucked on my cock. Feeling her muscles relax as her body softened against mine, I held her tighter. 

Wanting her, wanting to claim her, wanting to make her mine pounded through my mind. I wanted no one else to touch this woman but me. No other woman had ever made me feel this way. I needed her and only her. If I didn’t need food and water to live, I could live off her taste and touch.

Oh, Mack. You’ve got it BAD and it’s only going to get harder the further you go. Continue on to Part Nine!

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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Adventures in Writing: Being a Good Author Friend

I want all authors to take a deep breath. And then let it out. Take another and let it out. One more time, breathe with me.


I feel it’s been very difficult for some authors out there to be good author friends. Or, perhaps they are only good author friends to authors who fit a certain criteria. Either way, I want to help you realize your potential as a good author friend. Good author friends don’t go around bashing other authors or their readers to their author friends. They don’t go whispering about their secrets. Good author friends support and help lift their author friends to reach their potential.

Think of it in terms of climbing Mt. Everest. You can’t do it alone. You need a team. You need a guide. You need good people around you to help you get as far up as you can go, and if you’re in any kind of danger, you need the type of people around you that will yank on your rope and say “Hey man, not that way. That way leads to danger and death.” Danger and Death mean bashing other authors or your readers.

I keep seeing all these posts about authors behaving badly and it just hurts. There’s plenty of fucking sand in the box, folks. Everyone can play. It doesn’t matter who is successful and can quit their day job and who can’t. It doesn’t matter who scored that advance and contract and who didn’t. What matters is that you did what you could to help your author friend to achieve their goal.

Being a good author friend means helping not hurting.

I love helping my author friends. I love conversing with them on Twitter. I enjoy being at the Facebook Parties. Even if I don’t know who they really are, I know that I am helping them possibly make a sale or gain a reader. I enjoy bringing people into the Twitter Tribe (also known as my Coffee Crew and other fun names). It doesn’t even matter if you write completely different genres or for different reasons. I have a friend who has a religious blog and occasionally gives a sermon. I read and edit her sermons and I’m not a religious person at all. I learn some things when reading her sermons. I let her know what’s too wordy or too ambiguous (which may just be me since I don’t study religion the way she does). I don’t judge her for being a religious writer and she doesn’t judge me for writing smut – which she’s also read.

Being a good author friend means being there for authors. If an author is behaving badly… if they are treating other authors like their hard work doesn’t matter as much as theirs, and they treat their readers like they are stupid and didn’t get what they were trying to say – let it go because it will bite them in the ass.

Pay attention to this website because I’m going to be doing a round-up of good author friends of mine and what I like about them and why you may want to read them, friend them, write like them. Until then, have a fantastic Thursday.

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Seven

Good evening, my kinky fans! I know you’ve waited extra long for this installment and I hope it teases you enough to stick around for another. This time, we’re inside Mack’s mind. Enjoy!

I hated being out of the shop, but I was the face of the company. Going to a few shows now and then helped us gain recognition. We could do less work and make more money. Restoration was a rich man’s game and I enjoyed collecting all those bills. However, not having Piper up close and personal was rough. While my pet didn’t know it, I followed the same rules she did. No masturbation.

Skipping parts is against the rules, kinky fuckers.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Not sinking myself deep and fucking her like a rag doll was difficult, but I wouldn’t go back to being that guy. My years of using and throwing women aside were done and over. Entering the D/s lifestyle brought about rules and structure. Respect. But sometimes, I really just wanted be a naughty motherfucker and I couldn’t resist it today.

Send me a photo, pet.

What kind of photo?

I could picture Piper flushing from her toes to her nose. She knew exactly what kind of photo I wanted. Something naughty, dammit. Her panties. Her pussy. Her tits. I didn’t care. I needed to see her. I wanted to see all of her, but that would have to wait until I returned.

You pick. Panties, pussy, tits. Surprise me, pet.

Waiting was the difficult part. What would she choose? Would she follow through?

I’ll reward you when I return if you send me something I like, pet.

Camera flashes blinded me as the pack of reporters made their way over. I answered questions on auto-pilot. In the front of my mind, I pictured Piper finding a secluded place in the shop to take a naughty photo. I smiled, a model in a skimpy dress on each arm.

“Hey, can you text me that photo? I’d like to share it on my social profiles.” I pointed at the car geek blogger with a cell phone.

“Oh fuck, I’m so screwed.”

“Hell yeah, man. What number?” I rattled off the digits and moments later it popped up on my phone.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure your credit is on the photo as well.” I shook his hand and the pack moved on to the next platform.

Here’s a little something for social media, pet.

I attached the photo and the credit details for the photo. People were breaking away for lunch and I followed the crowd, tucking my phone away. Every time it buzzed, I froze, wondering if it was Piper’s photo. I ignored it, though.

Finally, when I got back to the hotel room, I pulled out my phone. I read and replied to text messages concerning work matters first, then went to Piper’s message. Seeing what she sent me about knocked my socks off. She’d gone beyond just a photo and sent me a little clip of her caressing herself from collarbone all the way down to between her legs. I played it again and again.

That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my pet.

I sent a photo of my torso, shirt open, just a peek of how my cock stood out against my pants.

Do you see what you do to me? I’m all excited and you aren’t here to help me out of this predicament. You’re such a tease.

Imagining Piper reading that and smirking made me smile. The day she came back to the shop, I knew all about it. I knew exactly what she would see when she returned. Hiding her phone had been the best idea because these days people hated being separated from them. Binding women who looked a little like her had stopped being enough a few weeks prior and it was time to up the game.

I’m quite sure the tease is you. I’m the one that gets sent home after being tormented, remember?

If you’re a good pet, maybe I’ll take care of a few of those needs when I get back.

Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good pet.

Moments after the last text, she sent me another photo, this time of her giving me that sexy pout that had attracted me to her in the first place.

“Oh fuck, I’m so screwed.”

Mack is back in town and he’s missed Piper…but has she missed him?

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

Link: Masturbation Monday

Link: Kayla Lords