Thursday, February 16, 2017

Thraxas Back in Print

My Thraxas books back are coming back into print. These are all available as ebooks at the moment, but I've started producing paperback versions as well. The first of these, books 1 & 2, is now at Amazon. (UK) - and  -  (US)

Books 9 & 10, which have so far only been published as ebooks, will appear in print next, and then the rest of the series. (Meanwhile, Thraxas book eleven is still on the way.)

Friday, November 25, 2016

Reading at Club

On the 29th November I'll be reading at In Yer Ear, a club in central London, upstairs in the King and Queen pub. There will be other people reading too, eight performers I think. I'll be reading for about 20 minutes. Parts from my new book, Kink Me Honey, and probably something else as well.

29 November
20:15 to 22:45
King And Queen
1 Foley Street,

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Thraxas Book Eleven

I haven't been able to devote as much time as I'd have liked to Thraxas this year, as I've been busy with other things. However, I'm now now applying myself to the next book in the series, which will be number eleven. I hope it will be ready for publication early next year. It's time for Thraxas and Makri to get back to Turai, which they will, although it's uncertain what they'll find there.

Thraxas has been doing well since I continued the series and released them all as ebooks, I'm pleased with how it's gone.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

A brief extract from Kink Me Honey

Here is a brief extract from my new novel, Kink Me Honey.

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Kink Me Honey

Sex Orbit Personal blogs
Title: Spoiling a relationship
Posted by (user profile deleted)

Olivia’s hair had been dark in her profile picture on Sex Orbit, but by the time we met she’d dyed it bright blonde. She kept it like that for a long time. It suited her. She was pretty, and a good artist. She was a music fan to the point of obsession. The first time she visited me at home we both knew I was going to punish her. We’d exchanged messages on the Sex Orbit forum for a few weeks. Though we’d first encountered each other online we soon discovered we had some mutual acquaintances. She was friends with people who ran a small recording studio in Camden and I knew people who were in a band that used the studio and we all encountered each other in the pub sometimes. It’s possible we’d been in the same pub at the same time before meeting online, though I can’t remember ever seeing her there. Anyway, we arranged to meet.
   I had a small room in a shared flat. The other person was out when Olivia visited. I knelt on the small bed in my small room and asked Olivia to pull her trousers down and lie over my knees. Then I pulled her kickers down and spanked her. After a while I undressed her completely and spanked her more. Olivia was aroused by being spanked, but I did soon learn that she wasn’t very confident about her body. She could feel uncomfortable being naked with the lights on. She had a nice body. I don’t know why she was uncomfortable about it, but some people just are.
   Soon after this I moved into a flat on my own and Olivia used to visit me a lot and I spanked her a lot. We got on well. We went out places together, went to gigs, went to clubs, and sat in the pub, talking about music mainly. She sent me nice little notes with drawings in them and kisses at the end, in blue crayon.
   Olivia also liked being tied up. I was not that experienced at the time and didn’t attempt anything elaborate, but I tied her wrists behind her back and her ankles together. She liked being like that while she was spanked, and also while we were fucking. She found it easier to have an orgasm if her legs were together. That was a little unusual but not really a problem; she could kneel over the bed with her hands tied behind her back and her legs tied together and I could fuck her from behind. Sometimes I’d fuck her normally, but really she preferred if I fucked her up her arse. She could have orgasms like that, which I suppose isn’t that common. I tried gagging her, but she didn’t like that so I didn’t do it again. After we’d been going out with each other for about two months, I was visiting her own small flat and she asked me to whip her. Not being very experienced, I wasn’t sure about this. I didn’t have a whip, for one thing, but she told me there was a leather dog leash in the kitchen I could use. So I used the leash to whip her bottom. She liked that, though I didn’t do it all that hard. Later in life I’d have done it harder.
   After this visit she gave me a little note, saying she’d liked being whipped and she’d like to suck my beautiful cock and lick my beautiful arse. There were a lot of blue crayon kisses at the end. I might still have that note somewhere though this was many years ago. We went out for about a year and a half. We got on really well. I liked her a lot and we had a great sex life. We should have carried on for longer, but I spoiled the relationship by chasing after another woman. I won’t describe that, it was really quite stupid of me.
   That was some years ago, but we’re still vaguely in touch. She’s married with two children now, and doing well, as far as I know. I regret ruining that relationship.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Kink Me Honey - More

First copies of my new book, Kink Me Honey, contained some annoying typos. That was careless of me. These are fixed now. (Maybe your copy with typos will become valuable one day.) So, new, corrected version of Kink Me Honey now on sale. With less typos. Probably some still slipped through, the damned things are almost impossible to eradicate.

Kink Me Honey, my cheerfully obscene new book, paperback and ebook both available at Amazon and iBooks now. From bookshops in a few weeks. ISBN 978-1535009898.

You can read the first few pages of the ebook at Amazon, or download a sample at the Apple iBooks store.

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Kink Me Honey

My new book, Kink Me Honey -
'The earnest, erotic, dominant, submissive, cheerful, depressed, humorous and occasionally clumsy endeavours of Ark, Gina, Mig, Mistress Tardy, Glam Tilly and an assortment of masters, mistresses, doms, subs and slaves, in the world of kink centred around Sex Orbit, London's most prominent fetish organisation.'
Print and ebook both available at Amazon now. From bookshops in a few weeks. ISBN 978-1535009898.
Print Amazon UK  :  Amazon US
Ebook Amazon UK : Amazon US

Kink Me Honey contains a lot of sex though I wouldn't say it was particularly pornographic by today's standards. (Nonetheless, it's not suitable for your young relative who liked my werewolf books.) Actually, it's wall-to-wall spanking, whipping, strap-ons, bondage and so on. But quite cheerfully done.
From the back cover -
‘I don’t know why you hated his reading so much,’ said Gina. ‘Other people liked it.’
  ‘His stories are full of angst and guilt. Everything connected with kink and fetish seems to lead to misery. But the people in the audience weren’t miserable about their kinky behaviour. They enjoyed it. It’s not fetish that makes them miserable, it’s lack of it.’
  ‘That may be true,’ agreed Gina. ‘Mig and Brandon are always cheerful after she whips him. It’s quite a happy domestic scene, really. Not much angst at all. But that wouldn’t make for a very good story, would it? And some woman flinging herself enthusiastically over your knee for a lengthy spanking is hardly going to enthral the reader either. There’s no drama in that.’
  ‘I suppose not.’
  Gina smiled. ‘And you know Ark, you do have your share of misery and angst. Quite a large share.’
  ‘Yes, of course. But that’s from everything else in life. The actual kink is fine.’

Thursday, October 22, 2015

An Extract From My Recent book

An extract from my recent book,
The Goddess of Buttercups and Daisies

It didn't take long for rehearsals to go wrong. Aristophanes was telling his lead actor, Philippus, that he'd rewritten the opening speech – largely due to Philippus’s inability to deliver the original properly – when his assistant Hermogenes bustled up, looking worried.
‘Aristophanes! There's a problem with our penises!’
‘They're too floppy!’
Aristophanes took a step backwards. So did Philippus.
‘Speak for yourself,’ said Aristophanes.
‘I've never had any problem,’ said Philippus.
‘I mean our onstage phalluses! Look!’
He pointed to the small rehearsal stage, where the chorus was assembling, some already wearing their masks, some still carrying them. Each was wearing a simple rehearsal robe but they all had on the standard comedy phallus, an obligatory accessory for the Athenian comic chorus. Some hung down about twelve inches, others eighteen.
‘What's wrong?’
‘The big ones won't erect properly!’
Aristophanes hurried over to the chorus. They already had problems with just about every aspect of the production. The last thing they needed was a phallus malfunction.
‘Let me see.’
The actors in the chorus pulled the internal drawstrings that made their penises go erect. It was a classic move in comedy. All playwrights used it. A good Athenian comedy needed huge penises going up and down at regular intervals.
Aristophanes frowned. The twelve-inch phalluses were standing up fairly well, but the eighteen-inch models were drooping hopelessly. It made for a sorry sight. There were times when a droopy phallus was the right thing for your comedy, but they had to be able to stand up when required. Everyone knew that.
‘What's the matter?’ Aristophanes was irate. ‘Who made these?’
‘Normal prop workshop. But they say they can't get the correct materials. The war …’
Aristophanes clenched his fist. ‘Damn these Spartans. And damn these politicians who won't make peace. Now they're ruining my chorus's phalluses.’
‘Well,’ said Philippus, ‘the smaller ones’re not too bad, they’re standing up all right.’
Aristophanes waved this away. The smaller penis was only twelve inches long.
‘I can't send my chorus out with only twelve inches dangling in front of them. The audience will jeer them off the stage. I'd be ridiculed. Did you see the size of Eupolis's last year? When his chorus turned round they almost decapitated the front row. Look, Hermogenes, these just won't do. Tell Leon in the prop department we need them bigger and better. And harder.’
‘We don't have any money for materials. The props department is already scavenging around for scraps.’
Aristophanes could feel his fists clenching tighter. His production had been starved of money from the outset, thanks to the Dionysian drama committee giving him the producer from Hades.
‘Dammit! A soon as Antimachus was assigned to us, I knew there'd be trouble. He hates me. Eupolis gets Simonides as his producer, and Simonides is rich. My rivals are awash with money and I'm struggling with inferior phalluses!’
By now he was shaking with anger. ‘If I don't win first prize for comedy this year there's going to be trouble. Tell our so-called our prop designer—’
Aristophanes was interrupted by a tug on his tunic. As he turned round his face fell.
‘Luxos? Who let you in here?’
‘Hello, Aristophanes. Would you like to hear my new poem?’
Aristophanes sighed. Luxos was nineteen, the son of an oarsman. He wanted to be a poet. Zeus only knew why.
‘I don't have time right now, Luxos.’
‘But it's my new poem about the Battle of Salamis!’
‘What would you know about Salamis?’
‘My grandfather fought there.’
‘Did you consider following him into the navy?’
Luxos looked a little downcast. He was a pretty young boy, but he wasn't athletic.
‘They said I was too weak to pull an oar. Won't you listen to my poem?’
‘I'm too busy.’
‘But I want to be a lyric poet.’
‘Where's your lyre?’
Luxos looked embarrassed. ‘It's … being repaired.’
Aristophanes glared at Luxos. It wasn't the first time the putative young poet had interrupted his work. Aristophanes would have thrown him out of the theatre if they hadn't both been members of the Pandionis tribe. That did bring certain obligations. You were meant to be civil to fellow members, and help them out if possible. However, while Aristophanes did occasionally farm out some lyric writing to his staff, neither he nor anyone else was ever going to trust Luxos to write poetry for them, with his effeminately long, tousled hair, his obvious poverty, and his lack of training. He was wasting his time.
Luxos sensed his thoughts. ‘No one will give me a chance. Just because I'm the son of an oarsman …’
‘Face it, Luxos, few great Athenian writers have come from families of rowers. You weren't even educated.’
‘I educated myself! How about giving me the poetry spot before your play starts?’
Before the comedies were presented at the festival, it was customary for one of Athens’ great lyric poets to entertain the crowd with a few well-chosen pieces, to get them in the mood. As with everything connected with the festival, it was an honour to be selected.
‘Luxos, before my actors walk onstage, the crowd will be entertained by one of Athens’ great poets. Does that include you?’
‘Only in your own mind.’
‘But I could do it if I got the chance.’
‘Come back in a few years when you've made your reputation and I'll consider it.’
‘It's not fair,’ said Luxos.
‘We've been at war for ten years. Nothing's fair any more.’

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Simulation Bleed

After a long holiday, Mixt, Nakishdan and Rainith return to action in Simulation Bleed, my online serial. It was a longer holiday than I anticipated, but now they're back, ready for action. Rainith the Red, last seen falling from the sky after being defeated in combat, is temporarily putting to one side her ambition of attending the first Sex Pistols gig in 1975. She's returning to the present, to hunt down the Elf who defeated her, and kill him at the first opportunity. Rainith is generally an angry fairy, and her mood has now become a lot worse. Nakishdan, meanwhile, is recovering from his own wounds, resting on his new kawaii pillows in Mixt's London mansion.

Simulation Bleed is on my website here, in a new mobile-friendly layout. I posted two new chapters, 133 and 134, on the 28th September.