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Friday, March 27, 2015

The Prince and the Nun - Jacqueline George #promo #article #excerpt #sexy

Prostitutes – why do we hate them so much? Really – try and think of a name for a prostitute that is not used as an insult. We hate them in a way that goes far beyond any harm they could do us.
We don’t care about a girl who earns her living giving men haircuts, or manicures, or even therapeutic massages (but we insist on the ‘therapeutic’). But any girl who makes a living by offering sex… we can’t think of a punishment strong enough.
There is a universal shortage of pussy. Forget about the laws of supply and demand; half the population may have one, and the other half are demanding access as insistently as they dare but – not a chance! Who do they think I am?
It seems to be part of our make-up, written in the female genetic code in Great Big Red Letters. An unspoken tenet of the sisterhood is do what you like, marry who you like, but never offer sex for money. How strange, when you think about it. Why should you care what other women get up to? It’s never going to affect you, after all.
Men have a totally different attitude. For them, the difference between a haircut and a blow job is that one feels much, much nicer. If they could re-write the rules and have all the sex they wanted, I’m not sure when they would find time to eat and sleep.
The profession is so universally despised, it attracts the most desperate and the most hopeless. For every sensible girl working her way through college, there are thousands of losers, the bottom edge of society who think of themselves in pretty the terms their sisters use, and would never recommend their daughters to take up the life.
Such a shame, when you think we are talking about a sort of romance and sex, magical things that deserve better. It shouldn’t be negative or squalid, and I’m sure most men would prefer something more fulfilling, but who wants to thinks of the business as respectable? We actually want it to be hidden and furtive.
Oh well, that’s life, I suppose. But I don’t have to put up with it when I am writing. I can make the world a better place. What would happen if the most respectable of women were forced to choose…
It is the castle convent of Montebello, and a group of nuns have been forced to choose; run an officer’s bordello, or have the Army grab random village women to do the job. They will have a lot to learn…
Therese looked again in the mirror. The stockings made her legs seem very long. The black of the stockings and lace stood out against the white of her skin, and the neat patch of dark hair that Wanda had left was framed by the straps of the suspender belt. She found the picture interesting. Did all ladies look like this under their dresses? Nuns certainly did not look like this under their habits.
“Stop admiring yourself and put this on.”
Therese reddened and reached for the dress. As she pulled it over her head, it seemed no more than un-sewn scraps of silky material. She pulled the straps up onto her shoulders, and the dress hung loosely from her.
“Wait a minute.” Wanda was behind her and fumbling low on her hips. She found the zip and started to pull it up. The dress tightened; first around her hips, and then upwards. It squeezed her and tightened about her chest as Wanda clicked the zip home. The bodice of the dress trapped her breasts uncomfortably, and she reached into the décolletage to pull them into place. The effect shocked her. The dress was cut so low that her breasts were almost completely exposed. Worse still, they were lifted up and offered like two ripe fruits on a tray. She stared in horror at the mirror.
Wanda stood back and looked at her critically. “That’s a very good fit. Especially at the front. Turn around!”
As she moved, she found her legs restricted by the tightness of the dress around her thighs. In the mirror she could see the shiny blackness moulding her hips and thighs. A lacy flare reached down from her knees to her ankles. Her bottom looked big and obvious.
Wanda clapped her hands and laughed. “Dear Serge! He loves a good dupka, though not usually female ones. He just can’t help himself. I must get a photograph of you. He’ll be so happy.”
“But it’s not like me….”
“Of course not. You used to be a nun, but now…now it’s perfect. If I looked like that I could be Queen of Vienna. Stop complaining and see if you can do your hair and makeup the way I showed you.”
The room was dark when they entered, lit only by the lights behind the bar and a single bulb of the many in the chandelier. Mefist sat at a table at the edge of the dance floor, and he stood to receive them. The table had glasses, a candle and a bottle of champagne. Wanda led her to him and twirled her around.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful? Serge deserves a medal, and he’s never even seen her.”
“My dear, you look wonderful,” said Mefist, bowing to kiss her hand, “and you too, Wanda. If you were in Vienna together, your beauty would set the world on fire. Sit down and we’ll toast the future.”
While Mefist filled their glasses, Wanda put a record on the gramophone. American music, Cole Porter. The curtain over the entrance to the girls’ rooms rattled aside, and they danced into the room.
Therese was stunned. After seeing the girls dance naked for so long, seeing them in their new clothes came as a shock. Not that any of them had dresses. They all wore stockings and heeled shoes, but none of them wore knickers. Above their stockings they wore a colourful mix of underwear. Short slips, lacy brassieres, bustiers or transparent night dresses, all different. As they danced in the semi-darkness, they hinted at sex and wickedness. Therese had seen none of this worldliness in them before.
“Dance with them,” whispered Mefist. “They’re your girls….”

Moving carefully in her high shoes, Therese was passed from arm to arm as she danced. Suddenly she no longer knew these girls, these beautiful women with their erotic clothes and their naked, siren sexes. They were elegant and smooth in her arms. Their hair swayed as they moved, and their red lips smiled at her. They frightened her.


Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at :

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Hey Class President - Book Review #book #review #yaoi #manga

Seito Kaichou ni Chuukoku or Hey Class President is an ongoing yaoi manga series by Monchi Kaori that’s also been made into an anime. It’s got all the trimmings: comedy, drama, romance, and with a high school setting.
*BCB
Even as he tries to keep the student council president—who has a mysterious charm that attracts men and perverts—out of trouble, Vice President Chiga-kun finds himself being drawn to him. Chiga-kun wonders how he, being such an intelligent individual, can be so unwillingly taken with a boy who is so country and simple...but watch out, because the president's sweet naïveté is irresistible!

Basically, Kokusai is the student council president, a young man who attracts lecherous men like bees to honey, and can’t seem to protect himself. He’s adorable, but unfortunately dimwitted and just not assertive. He asks Chiga a fellow classmate and friend to become the vice president, and Chiga accepts.
I thoroughly enjoyed this yaoi and look forward to reading more. The characters are highly addictive. I guess what I like is the fact that Chiga isn’t a normal seme—aloof and abusive—he’s reluctant, protective and truly kind. After he becomes the VP he finds himself gradually falling for Kokusai. And it’s a struggle for him, because he’s a bit of a womanizer. But he doesn’t want to Kokusai to think of him as that type of person, and he has no intention of treating him that way. He can be hot tempered and blunt, but overall he’s a good guy trying to make sense of his feelings. And he loves Kokusai. Kokusai isn’t the normal uke either. He doesn’t protest, and although he's somewhat confused with his own feelings, he still allows Chiga to become his boyfriend.


I’m not big into the high school setting, despite the fact it is popular in yaoi and shonen ai. However Seito Kaichou ni Chuukoku is one of the best I’ve read. The art is quite pretty, the plot flows, and the leading men are nice guys, for a change. Don’t misunderstand me, I love the all powerful and unemotional semes, but I also like to see variations too—a man who doesn’t need to be a prick—a man who can win over the uke by simply being nice. What a treat! I also recommend watching the anime. I give Seito Kaichou ni Chuukoku 5 Stars!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne

Sunday, March 22, 2015

The Sensuous Man #men #sex #adult #inspiration

The Sensuous Man

What makes a man sensuous? When most people hear the word sensuous, they automatically think female. But why can’t a man be sensuous. And that’s not the actual meaning of the word. Well, it has two meanings, and the secondary has a sexual connotation.

*Dictionary
Sensuous |ˈsenSHo͞oəs|
adjective
1 relating to or affecting the senses rather than the intellect: the work showed a deliberate disregard of the more sensuous and immediately appealing aspects of painting.
2 attractive or gratifying physically, esp. sexually: her voice was rather deep but very sensuous.

Other words that can conjure up wonderfully erotic images: sensual, alluring, sexy, muscular, lean, slender, solid, desirable, nubile, and beddable.... 

Welcome to BRB, everyone! I thought I’d start the week off right with a little male eye candy. It’s been so long since I posted anything even remotely erotic. And I figured I’d go for the sensuous man. I hope you enjoy the images. Maybe they’ll inspire. 


Blak Rayne




Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Life of an Author #authors #blogs #articles #publishing

The Life of an Author

Five traits a person must possess in order to become an author.

1. Imagination (if you can't dream it up, you're in the wrong business)

2. Confidence (believe in yourself, be able to self-promote)

3. Perseverance (be willing to do whatever it takes)

4. Patience (of a saint)

5. Thick-skinned (be able to withstand the criticism)

You're probably wondering why the word "talent" isn't in this list. Well, talent like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Although I do admit, there are some authors just as there are some painters and singers that should really opt for a change in profession.
I was snooping through Goodreads to read the reviews of the big name authors. It's something I enjoy doing once in a while. And this time I read a number of reviews for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. My husband and I watched all three movies, the originals from Sweden. Anyway, I couldn't believe what people had to say about the book. They either loved it (five stars) or hated it (one star) and there was no happy medium. To be honest, I wasn't surprised with the ratings due to the brutal content.
I started to read the book once, but soon lost interest and I'm not sure why really. Maybe it was Stieg Larrson’s style of writing. But just because it wasn't my cup of tea doesn't mean the book had a bad plot or was terribly written. A review is just an individual’s point of view and is irrelevant in the end. I prefer tea some people prefer coffee. Does that make the tea better than the coffee?
And I'm not sure where the "I'm fucking mad!" reviews came from (I've noticed this has become a disturbing trend on Goodreads). But some people were actually mad at Stieg Larsson (who is dead by the way) and almost threatened him in their reviews. It's a BOOK people. Okay, you didn't care for it. Do you have to be so rude? Get over it. Author's are people too.
Getting back to my list. I've received some interesting emails from fans and others who aren't. Which means, I've heard it all, the praise and criticism. Some people are nice others not so much. Everyone's entitled to an opinion and everyone's entitled to like or dislike something. The problem is that passing judgment unless you've walked a mile in the other person's (author's) shoes is fruitless.
Also, you have to remember that posting anything on the Internet invites judgement. This is because the Internet, as a whole, is a nameless and faceless fantasy world where a certain percent of the population believe they can do and say whatever they want with little to no consequences. How much longer will this continue? Who knows. Unfortunately, for now, we have to accept some of rude behaviour. It’s the risk we take as authors. That doesn’t mean we have to live with it. It’s how we deal with it. 
So, here's my advice for what it's worth. Do what you feel is right. For me, I write for several reasons: personal enjoyment, to share my stories, and as a career. The rest, I pay little to no attention. Constructive criticism, if presented politely, I do take the time to listen and learn from. Defaming comments, I just consider the source. Some people have nothing better to do than run others down. Praise, I accept with a sense of great pleasure that someone took the time to read my work and enjoyed it; this, I'm grateful for. And never, I mean never take the hurtful things to heart even though it's difficult. Brush them off and continue on. Publishing is a highly competitive business, but if you work hard, the rewards can be great.

Happy Yaoi Hunting
Blak Rayne ^_^!!