Okay, I have yet another confession… as a little girl I used to sneak into my dad’s collection of Playboy magazines. I just loved reading the letters to the editor and dreaming of the day I might look like one of the sexy centerfolds. I suppose my enjoyment of naughty magazines was an early manifestation of my appreciation of all things sensual, which grew into an urge to create my own erotic worlds through story.
Now I’m a big girl, my dream is to have my own monthly Playmates – or play boys. At this stage I don’t have the time or finances to go scouting for talent (damn!) so in the meantime I’ll showcase gorgeous characters from my stories.
I don’t know what it is about abandoned buildings – the older the better – that gets my imagination fired up, but its seems I’m not alone in my fascination. Who doesn’t love those renovation shows where hidden rooms are discovered in historic, long-abandoned houses? I adore George Clarke’s Restoration Man.
Recently, while researching the setting for my latest story ‘Pokerface’ I found this glorious old theatre on YouTube.
This one is much larger than the one in my story, which is host to an underground poker game with an unusual prize, but the atmosphere and decor is perfect!
PS See my last post if you’d like to read more about ‘Pokerface’
And if you’re looking for it at one of the many ebook retailers, click on the cover:
I love my latest story, but I have to admit, I’m hopeless when it comes to having a poker face myself. If you could see me right now, you would agree. It’s release day! and I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat, so pleased to be launching my precious love-child out into the world…
Want to know what the fuss is about? Here’s the low-down…
On a Thursday evening, in a boarded up theatre in downtown Las Vegas, an illicit poker game takes place. Each player is carefully selected, their skills expertly matched …
A jaded playboy tempted by a titillating prize.
A cash-strapped mechanic looking for a diversion from his difficult reality.
An underground poker game where winning hands are rewarded with sensual novelties… and the ultimate prize—a night of pleasure with the naked woman on whom the cards are dealt.
Pokerface is FMM menage. Contains adult themes and explicit sex scenes – recommended for 18+ readers.
As an added bonus I’ve included the RWA award winning short erotic story, ‘Daisy, Chained’ (in case you haven’t already read my sizzling martial arts story) because one of my favourite characters – Hiro – is in both.
And a little tip – Pokerface is available in epub and mobi, but the pdf version is the prettiest, if you’re into that sort of thing…
I’m still watching the Hugh Hefner Story (boy, is it in-depth!) The latest episode, dealing with the ‘Pubic War’ between Playboy and Penthouse magazines during the 1960s and 70s (and Playboy’s first full frontal nude centrefolds) got me thinking…
Seeing all that rampant pubic hair can be a bit confronting in these times of brazillian waxes and careful pubic grooming. How times have changed since that first risque centerfold in relation to pubic hair and our preferences.
As always, I had fun Googling this and found a fabulous article. Apparently there is a hardcover book with every one of the 734 centerfolds, and someone wrote about perusing them all in one sitting!
“The most obvious signifier of the passage of time, and the thing every person has asked about when I’ve mentioned this book, is pubic hair. For the first two decades of centerfolds, there was none at all because it was obscured by strategically placed pillows, undergarments, or even roomy-cut khakis. Bits of hair didn’t start peeking out until around 1972, but by the mid-’70s, bushy vulvas were showing up in almost every photo. A decade later, hairstylists started to groom the puffs, though it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that what’s now known as a “landing strip” hit the runway. The relative newness of the thing about 84 percent of women now do to their genitals was a life-affirming revelation for this millennial, who suffered puberty in the aughts, or as Maureen Gibbon’s essay in The Complete Centerfolds dubs it, “the decade of the smoothie.” After enduring the entirely bare, child-like crotches of the 2010s, flip back to July 1977, where one magnificent image of pubic hair straight-up poking out of a butt crack will restore your internal calm.
“But for all the differences that emerge while flipping through generations of nudies, the similarities stand out far more. After looking at 734 photos of naked women, one can’t help but conclude that the human body has some very strict limitations and the human mind lacks any substantial creativity when it comes to sexy poses. There are only so many ways to slightly part a set of lips, only so many ways to mimic the act of putting clothes on or taking them off, getting in or out of a body of water, and stepping onto or off of a surface that looks reasonably prepared to support sexual intercourse.”
I particularly loved this comment, which reflects the theme of most of my short stories:
“The effect is a creeping feeling that any place can be a sexual place, and any activity a woman does—even those performed in the course of her job—can be a sexual activity. Playing golf, taking your order at a diner, exercising on a Stairmaster, applying a lure to a fishing rod, cuddling with akitten, delivering the nightly news at a TV station—if you look hard enough, with a few years of Playboy centerfolds filed away in your brain, these everyday pursuits are actually a kind of foreplay. That cyclist lady is naked underneath her flannel, you know.”
What I Learned By Looking at 734 Playboy Centerfolds in One Sitting Christina Cauterucci
In the past whenever I traveled I always found myself consumed by a new story idea, and inspiration would hit in unexpected places. An airport. A pizza joint. On the Tube…
These days I don’t travel so much (even less atm), but sensual ideas still find me and weave themselves into ‘what if’ stories in my head.
Like many people, I am watching more streaming tv lately, and one of my most recent story ideas came from watching the historical drama/action series ‘ The Last Kingdom’. What girl wouldn’t have romantic thoughts watching Uhtred fight and laugh and love. That smile… those eyes…
It got me thinking… what goes on behind the scenes on-set… an exotic location away from home, surrounded by like-minded people. I’ve worked in a similar situation – a staff of over 400 people confined in a remote location – so I have a fair idea of the intricate webs of relationships and politics that form.
Add to this scenario a dream setting (in my imagination) for filming a streaming tv show – Aveiro, the Venice of Portugal – and you have a recipe for some steamy shenanigans.
With the new season of ‘The Last Kingdom’ (inspiration for ‘Kingmaker’ in my novella Little Blond Lies) I’ve spiced up the cover and reduced the price to $2.99 until the end of April (click on the link to read free in KU or to buy on Amazon)…
My almost-as-gorgeous-as Alexander Dreymon star Ethan Cox becomes the target of a sexy extra, intent on revenge.
And, to whet your appetite, take a peek behind the scenes on the set of ‘The Last Kingdom’:
I’m very excited that my second Girls on Film novella, Body Double, is included in this wonderful promotion… if you’re looking for a new favorite author, click on the graphic, have a browse and share with your friends…
Body Double… A sporting celebrity, a tropical island, and the role of a lifetime – what could go wrong?
Actress Kira Fox has finally landed her big break, standing in for the fiance of the next CEO of international tech company NadarTec. It should be a simple job, but then she meets Aryan Nadar and is knocked for six. The sexy ex-cricketer is far from the spoiled celebrity she expected, and his touch sets her body alight.
When she suspects Aryan’s relationship with his bodyguard is more than professional, Kira investigates the true reason she’s been hired to play his fiance for the weekend – and ends up in a situation beyond her wildest dreams.
Contains adult themes and explicit sex scenes – recommended for 18+ readers
The French are known for their enjoyment of all things sensual – food, wine, art, sex… and its not only a recent phenomena. Some of the most daring, expressive and indulgent creations originated in historical France. Poets, writers, artists, chefs… and magazine publishers.
I love browsing through the titillating old covers of La Vie parisienne (the Parisian Life) magazine. Founded in 1863, it was published without interruption until 1970. When the magazine changed hands in 1905, the new editor Charles Saglio changed its format to suit the modern reader, transforming it from a general arts magazine into a mildly risqué erotic publication.
I imagine one of the main attractions for readers were the covers and full page color illustrations by popular Art Nouveau and Art Deco illustrators of the time such as George Barbier, Chéri Herouard, Georges Léonnec and Maurice Milliere.
If you like a your art a little bit naughty, you can immerse yourself in one of the largest collections of La Vie parisienne magazine artwork in the UK at The Advertising Archives
I’m excited to offer a free novelette to heat up your day (or night). ‘Mistress of His Heart’is a sensual erotic romance…
The last thing James Owens expects when he asks his ex-lover for a second chance is to be tied naked and blindfolded to her table, then tormented with a riding crop and hot wax…But in his hectic and stressful life, submitting to a Dominatrix might be just what he needs, especially when Lizzie pulls out the nipple clamps and his world explodes in pleasure.
If you love free books, the kind that make your toes curl, check these out (and be sure to share the joy with like-minded friends and lovers).
Click on the image to choose your next scintillating read/s…
I’ve just started watching the docudrama American Playboy: The Hugh Hefner story and I was surprised by his very ordinary early life. I think we’ve all known a guy like the young Hugh – shy, awkward and deep thinking.
I have to applaud his commitment to shine a light on the necessity and normalcy of sex in the repressed and puritanical era of the 1950s, when ‘doctors refused contraceptives to single women and the Hollywood production code dictated separate beds for married couples’. Continue reading →
Daisy is now out in the wide world and she’s made so many friends, I just had to share. If you love free books, the kind that make your toes curl, check these out (and be sure to share the joy with like-minded friends and lovers).
Click on the image to choose your next scintillating read/s…