Secret Identity—The Movie?

Craig Yoe's book, Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman's Co-creator Joe Shuster,has been optioned by Gotham Group, according to AVN. It's a really great pop culture history, detailing the fetish work and post-Superman life of Shuster, as well as the censorship issues the comics industry had to deal with in the fifties. It's definitely fodder for an interesting film. And I'm always curious to see how kink gets portrayed on the big screen.

From the Bottom of My Slutty Heart

Thanks so much to all of you who bought SLUT yesterday! We really appreciate the support and can't wait to hear what you think. You helped make its launch day a happy success.

Of course, the book is still available. That's the joy of e-books—they never go out of print. So if you liked SLUT, please spread the word.

I'm actually going to step away from the computer today...very slowly so I don't startle myself. I can barely believe that it's Saturday and the sun is shining. I feel like I have to run outdoors and confirm that it's true. It could all be a horrible trick.

The computer will stay put, but I will bring a little notebook with me. I have some ideas that I need to jot down while the dreams are still fresh in my head.

Cheap & Easy

I'm positively thrilled about this project! I had an amazing experience working with four spectacular writers to create the first Pretty Things Press e-anthology, SLUT, which is now available for purchase as a PDF download for a mere $3.49. See, cheap and easy, exactly as advertised! Here are the quick and dirty details:

Sommer Marsden kicks off the anthology with a filthy little cheating story called “This Is How It Starts.” Rita Winchester’s "Nice Guy" isn’t all that nice—but he’s damn good. In Kristina Lloyd's kidnap tale, Tina tells her boyfriend a seedy story of six men in a warehouse. Alison Tyler’s "Gym Rat" is pushed far beyond her boundaries by her personal trainer and her husband. And Sophia Valenti’s old flame sets her lust afire in a private, BDSM party.

SLUT contains five fierce stories from today’s top erotic writers. Users beware, the book contains: bondage, BDSM, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and a whole lot of fucking. 48 pp.

My piece is titled "My Last Addiction," which tells the tale of a tempting ex-lover who is too hot to resist. Haven't we all had one of those?

I was blown away by the stories in this collection, and I'm really tickled to have my work alongside that of such fantastic writers. And many thanks to Alison for being the kinky mastermind behind the whole project!

If you buy yourself a SLUT, please, please, please let us know what you think.

Okay, maybe I didn't need to beg, but it's so much more fun that way.

Stalking the Mailman

I've been hearing that Pleasure Bound is starting to pop up in people's mailboxes, so I've been peering out my window each afternoon, stalking the mailman as I breathlessly await its delivery. No luck yet, but Alison Tyler teased us all yesterday with a sexy snippet from Stephen Elliott's Once More Beneath the Exit Sign. I can't wait to read the rest!

Pretty in Pink

Another flasher. This one was written for Alison Tyler's Tie Me Tighter contest.

Pretty in Pink

The music was loud, its beat relentless, and I rocked my body to the fierce tempo as slashes of color from the club's flashing lights striped my figure. I knew he was watching. I saw him admiring me with a lustful stare that emboldened me. I let the music carry me toward him, toward the inevitable.

We didn't exchanged names, only smiles, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and we began to sway in time to the thumping rhythm. The friction of our dance teased my nipples into sensitive little points that craved even more contact. I ground my hips against his, feeling the firmness of his swollen cock—the promise of so much pleasure. I pressed my lips to his and moaned when he teased the tip of my tongue with his own. His hands roamed over my back, stroking my exposed flesh as his fingers wandered into the slit in the back of my silky fuchsia blouse.

I spotted the entrance to the ladies' room and urged him back toward it. We slipped inside and headed to the last stall. I pushed him up against the tiled wall and reached for his jeans. I gazed into his chocolate-brown eyes as I unzipped his pants, feeling my mouth water in anticipation. I peeled back the denim and gasped when I saw the cotton-candy pink lace panties stretched tight over his cock. It was so perfect and pretty, and all for me.