Usually
I host guests on Saturdays, but lately I have been taking something
of a Zen approach to scheduling appearances. Rather than soliciting
for guests, I will wait to see who turns up. Some of my most
memorable guest posts have been from people who contacted me out of
the blue, looking for a place to talk about their books.
Anyway,
today I have sort of a virtual guest post. I’m featuring the new
collection of over-the-top erotica from my friend and co-blogger
Daddy X, entitled Brand X. I had the highly enjoyable job of editing
this rowdy assortment of dirty daydreams, so I think I can say with
authority that this book is wildly different from most erotica out
there.
Daddy
likes to push the envelope, sometimes to the point of absurdity. As a
case in point, consider “Sneak Attack”. This story manages to
include the American Revolution, gang bangs, homosexuality, and
zombies. “Light My Fire” explores the unintended consequences of
withholding sexual favors until one is married. “Nikki and the
Neighbors” features spanking, taken to extremes. The sly narrator
in “Size Matters” finds a solution to a pair of big problems—two
men so generously endowed that women are afraid of them. “Tenters”,
my favorite tale in the book, can’t really be described. It has to
be experienced.
The
sex in Brand X is frequent, juicy, and generally enjoyed by all
concerned—male and female characters alike. Here’s a snippet from
“Tenters”, to give you a feel for Daddy’s style.
“We
knew what would happen, didn’t we?” Amanda’s eyes sparkled with
unabashed glee and a sadistic something—something else. “We know
how it is under there, don’t we honey?” Her backside wiggled in
the chair. “So sexy. All dark. Everything so muffled. Up close.
Everything so—so proximate.”
Temperature
builds in a dark world. Heat, smells, pheromonic humidity of
overcharged fluids challenge the flesh while frottage and lack of
oxygen conspire with the libido. Together they form strange new
emotions, sensations. Expectations dissolve in an all-encompassing
atmosphere of erotic sensuality. Satin whispered shuffles of sheets
caress random naked bodies whenever whatever moves, twitches, pokes,
slips or silky soft slides against or between something of someone
else’s. Compounded effects and their causes turn reality back on
itself. Just the slightest adaptation of a participant’s place in
life under cover elicits equal and opposite reactions to insure
everyone involved takes part.
Events
slow down. Following blind human tactile sensations (not the will)
becomes All There Is. The stark enormity of one’s own being binds
all souls present, an effect impossible to disregard. Lovers
experience infinite qualities of a reality existing only among
themselves between the sheets, just as children create their own
world with a blanket tented across dining room chairs on a dark, dank
and drizzly day.
Boys
called it a fort and kept little girls out. Boys poked index fingers
through slits to protect themselves from imaginary foes. Girls called
it a home and tried to tidy up. They served water for tea in tiny
cups to imaginary friends. Then, with similar little index fingers
they beckoned to the boys who came to tear the structure down.
I’m
jerked back to the present by a muffled yell that’s audible even
over the Bay Area traffic report. I step into the shower to address
the reflection of a guy with his dick in a towel. “Like old times!”
I tell my doppelganger. “Sore,” he says back. The opposite wall
is another mirror where reflections upon reflections evoke madeleine
memories approaching Proustian detail.
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If
you’re bored with the typical erotic fiction you find in the
market, why not take a peek under the plain brown wrapper?
Buy
Links
Amazon
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DONG9R2/
Amazon
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01DONG9R2/
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/626800
Excessica:
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=19&products_id=1033
About
Daddy X
He
survived the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, and
George W. Bush. He maintained an (almost) steady trajectory through
Catholic school, a paper route, muskrat trapping, a steel mill, Bucks
County, the Haight Ashbury, North Beach, the SF bar business, drug
addiction, alcoholism, a stroke, hep C, cancer, a liver transplant, a
year of chemo, a stickup at his art gallery while tied to a desk (not
as cool as it sounds), a triple bypass, heart attack…and George W.
Bush.
Now
he’s old, and it’s time to get dirty.
He’s
been with Momma X (greatest editor on earth) for fifty years, but she
thinks his stuff is too skeevy to deal with. They live in northern
California with a ninety pound lop-eared hound (17” wingspan) and
two cats. Some of Daddy’s dirtiest stories have been gathered in
The Gonzo Collection, also available from eXcessica. Daddy is also
published in anthologies by Naughty Nights Press, House of Erotica
and in Cleis Press’ Best Bondage 2015.
