By Adam Mann (Guest
Blogger)
I
don’t know about you but I do like ladies with nice legs who wear
high heels. They must be very uncomfortable to wear, but I’ve
never heard a woman tell me that. As a result of my admiration a lot
of my books feature high heels in the plot but they seem to fall off
when the heat begins.
Perhaps
I should explain: I’m a man who writes romance books. It all
started when I was writing my autobiography, and I began to remember
all the lovely ladies in my life; my first wife unfortunately died
suddenly but as I was working in West Africa at that time the
pressure of work, and the presence of a local baby nurse eased our
distress.
My
next wife I met at a party in England, and I must admit that although
our physical life was red hot, living together was not and which was
probably aggravated by the children, who were not hers.
I
moved from West Africa to Libya and then on to East Africa, and there
was no shortage of ladies on the way, and I fell in love with a
simply drop dead gorgeous Indian widow, or at least I thought she was
a widow until her husband suddenly turned up!
My
work moved from Africa to Asia, and looking back now I should have
gone straight to Bollywood! I found the Asian ladies marvelous,
although sometimes a problem to talk to. The dating system works
differently there, unless you move in the irresponsible social
circles, which my work prevented me from doing.
I’ve
now been married for seventeen years to a lovely Vietnamese former
widow who had two girls and a boy, making a “total for us” of
seven children and now four grandchildren.
Then
about three years ago I began to start writing about some of the
lovely ladies that I had met in between my four marriages! This is
where the high heels came back into the picture. I began to think of
plots or stories, and immediately started to write romance novels;
most of the time with a happy ending.
I
couldn’t see any point in my hero just giving the girl a kiss and
then getting married! Life doesn’t work like that; almost every
lady I’ve known has been concerned about their potential love life,
in other words sex, if they decided to live with that man! Really
not joking; apart from other considerations like income, housing,
transport, social life, friends and so on.
This
meant that my books had to have sex, and explicit sex, written into
the story; and also consideration about birth control and disease
prevention, which works both ways. I’ve had battles with editors
when my narrative has contained jokes about birth control methods;
but these jokes can be real and actually happen in real life. What I
have not included is pornography in my sex scenes; sorry but that is
another type of book.
The
first romance book I wrote was based in West Africa and published by
Blushing Books; although they regard it as an anthology
– one man five ladies, but only one at a time! See the excerpt
below.
In
East Africa, Phaze Books became my publisher, and I wrote stories
about real individuals and their love life, and sexual activities
together.
In
Asia, Sri Lanka, eXtasy Books took over the publishing, but the
social life there is very different and the story had to be longer in
order for my hero and heroine to get into bed together! I lived in
Singapore as a boy so I just had to base one story there, and believe
you me the ladies there are lovely as well.
I
still live in Asia and write romance novels usually based there, but
recently I’ve moved some of my story locations to Europe, or even
back to the southern parts of Africa. I only write about locations
that I know, even though the roads and bridges and buildings change
over the years.
If
my hero is chasing through the bush to get to the lady the desires
then I can’t have him driving with one hand on the wheel as he
cruises along. He actually has to navigate his way over dirt roads,
with water, mud and potholes along the way, and maybe for hundreds of
miles, and avoiding wildlife on the way.
Please
enjoy some of these excerpts, and (I hope) the books themselves.
Excerpt
from Black High Heels:
She
put her arms around his neck and shivered with relief.
“I’ve
been waiting all day for you do that,” she said, and smiled at him
again. They stood for a minute close together looking at one
another, and she smiled again.
Bill
led her towards the nearest bed, and they both sat down on the edge
of the bed together. They were still very close to one another.
Bill
could see her cleavage, so he leaned across her and kissed it, and
Binh shut her eyes and held his head close to her breasts. He kissed
her a bit lower and began to unbutton her shirt to get at her
breasts. She was not wearing a bra. So he kissed each breast, and
then her nipples and she groaned. She lay back on the bed, pulling
him with her.
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Excerpt
from Helga’s Red Thigh Boots:
Helga
was wearing her housecoat again, with only one or two buttons done
up! Underneath I could see that she was wearing something like a
flannelette nightgown, and when she turned to give me a mug of tea
most of the housecoat opened at the front!
She
did look attractive.
It
was my penis that gave me away! And she saw the movement in the
front of my sarong.
“Oops,”
she said and smiled.
“Down,
Fred!” I said, and she laughed.
“Why
do you call it Fred?”
I
laughed myself and said, “Quite frankly I’ve forgotten, but I’m
sure I’m not the only man who has a name for his penis!”
She
gasped, held her hand to her mouth, and blushed!
“You
mean women do as well?”
“If
I tell you, will you promise to keep it to yourself?”
“Yes,”
I lied, but could not help smiling.
“Do
you remember Harry Potter?”
I
nodded.
“Well
there was a character called Helga Hufflepuff, which made me laugh
and one morning after a shower I was powdering talc on the skin
around my pubis, when I dropped the container, and swore
“hufflepuff”, and ever since then I’ve called my pubic area
hufflepuff!”
We
both laughed, and I looked at my sarong, and said,
“There
you are Fred, a kindred spirit!”
“Now
I’ve definitely got a problem,” Helga said, “Hufflepuff is
itching!
What can you do to help me?”
“Try
talc,” I volunteered, and the coward came to the fore again as I
stood up to go and shave.
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Excerpt
from Red High Heels:
“Go
on,” she encouraged.
“There
were two tramps and everyday in the evening they used to show one
another what they had managed to collect during the day from various
trash cans, or rubbish heaps.
“What
did you get today?” asked one tramp, a man.
The
other, a woman, looked a bit dejected, and said, “nothing, but what
did you get?”
“I
found these high heels,” he said producing from his sack a pair of
shiny red high heel shoes, “would you like them?”
“I’ve
nothing to give you in exchange,” the woman tramp said mournfully.
The
male tramp said nothing, but left the shoes where the female tramp
could see them.
“What
about sex?” suggested the woman, as she quite fancied the shoes.
“OK,”
said the man, and the woman interrupted to say,
“I’d
better warn you, I’ve never been very sexy!”
“OK,”
said the man again, and they made arrangements for the ‘sex’ to
commence.
The
female tramp lay on her back and took off just enough clothes to
allow the male tramp to lie on her body…
Suddenly
the woman curled her legs around the man.
“Hey,”
said the man, “I thought you weren’t very sexy!”
“I’m
not, but I’m trying on the shoes!”
Roxanne,
whilst Roger was telling this joke, had stood up and walked towards
Roger’s bed picking up her red high heels on the way.
“Help
me to try these on!” she said.
Roger
tried to jump to his feet, but met Roxanne half way up, as she was
leaning over Roger. She dropped the red high heel shoes on the
floor…
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3 comments:
Welcome to Beyond Romance, Adam!
Guys who write romance are a rare breed!
It sounds as though you've led quite an adventurous life, too.
By the way, I love the way high heels look, but I can't wear them at all. My feet are too flat. Maybe in my next incarnation!
My wife and 4 daughters all wear high heels, and they do look good. This morning I saw my granddaughter walking on her toes, and I asked why? Maybe she's doing some aerobics? She wants to wear high heels said her Mum! She's seven!
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