Greetings folks! Another hot and smexy post from the wicked gal BLMorticia, talking about taboos. Well, first what does the word taboo mean? The dictionary says, something proscribed by society as improper or unacceptable. Heh, well that’s all the more reason to go for it right because as we all know society in general has a problem with anything that might seem improper and unacceptable. I don’t know about you but I enjoy pissing people off who think they’ve got the right to judge others but that’s a subject for another day.
Okay, now that we know what the word means, what are some taboos? Hmm, well many still think same sex is taboo, especially gay males. What about sex between family members, ménages, any kinds of kink like BDSM, watersports, gun play, forced sexual situations, voyeurism, sex in public… the list goes on and on as to what the general population considers taboo but for an author who likes to push the envelope, this is part of writing erotica and erotica romance.
Sooo, what about you as a reader? Do you like when your favorite authors take chances? I do and what’s even more fun is when the author knows what they’re talking about. Do lots of research, actually spend time trying to find out the major details and then write about it. I know with this takes a lot of time and effort, but in order to make an accurate portrayal, you need to do the work. Okay, when you’re a woman and writing male/male not much you can do than read, maybe ask gay men, and watch porn. *laughs* However, to me, that’s no real taboo is it? Two people falling in love regardless of gender isn’t taboo.
So you say, well BLMorticia, what’s your point here? I’m getting there. Taboos. Do you as an author write them? My resounding answer is yes and so is Michael Mandrake’s… *surprised face* Michael? Gasp! You didn’t know my tightly wound brother muse writes the taboo? Well, yeah. He’s got a pretty hot series in N’awlins Exotica with vampire twins in love. Their names are Ryland and Ryder. Never would I have expected him to go there but a reader asked him to. And as you may know, he did gun play in the story, Under the Gun which is now being handed over to me to tweak and hopefully publish under my name. He did some research on sites about gun play. Not much to be found but he did take the time to read some info and find out how it’s done. I’ll delve a little further into it because I like pushing the envelope. Yeah that might bother some people but it’s up to you if you want to read it.
The thing is, as an author you’re supposed to entertain people. Not all will be willing to read it if it’s not they’re thing but writing erotica in some circles is considered taboo in itself. Just look at how many people have been outed and their lives turned upside down because of it. Me and Michael? We’re just muses but Shar isn’t afraid to tap into those smexy things that might piss some people off. Thank goodness too because otherwise, not having authors who like to tap in to the so called darker side would make the publishing world a pretty bland place!
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BLURB: JKaye is a fan of Lucifiera’s lead singer Zander Lukes… A BIG fan. His desire for the lead screamer has driven him to do something wrong, really wrong…
Kidnap Zander and bring him back to his place.
What does he intend to do? Push the man to his limits and make him his slave for the weekend.
JKaye feelings for Zander are more than just a crush. Zander Lukes is his obsession.
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Walking to the venue from the parking lot, I checked my cellphone to make sure I got the text from my friend about his departure offstage. Yeah, it’s good to have buddies just as crazy as you are who want to see you succeed even at something so insane as this.
I smiled smugly and slid my phone back in my jacket after seeing the text message I’d been waiting for.
Off stage at eleven-fifteen.
Eleven-fifteen because Zander took the time to look out over the crowd and give them his trademark evil sneer before stalking off to a horde of groupies backstage just waiting to suck his dick.
At that time, I’ll meet him with spiked drink in hand with for him to enjoy. Once he lost consciousness, I’ll handcuff his hands together. Then, I’ll carry him to my car which I would’ve already driven to a spot near his bus just before encore to make the clean getaway.
My friend who works security would say he got on the bus with a hot groupie and there was no need to look for him. By then, I’d be on my way back to my apartment in lower Manhattan, ready to take Zander to my own little shop of horrors.
Not too horrible but definitely pleasurable.
I had it all figured out. It really had to work, or I’d be devastated, defeated, crushed. I couldn’t let go of the overwhelming desire to be close to him so easily. He is my desired, my obsession, my everything. Zander exemplified all things evil and I want to make him mine, if only just for a little while.
On my way to the line going inside, cold air whisked around my head, making me pull the collar of my leather jacket together. Despite the winter weather, I couldn’t wear anything too overly heavy or I’d be weighed down while getting Zander to my vehicle.
I’d be wearing gloves but only the leather kind that don’t keep anything warm. My clothes? All black, but again, light so it wouldn’t make this any harder than it might be. And yeah, I’m strong. I weigh over two hundred pounds and I pack a lot of muscle but tonight, my speed would be more important than my size. Carrying him would be a cinch. The hardest part would be getting away from everyone before he was missed.
As I’d expected, fans braved the winter temps and showed up to see Zander perform with Lucifiera. Amongst the minions, droves of them clothed in black leather, lace, Doc Martens, and denim without any coats or hats to cover up some of the outrageous hairstyles. The stench of cigarettes, weed, alcohol, and loud perfumes permeated the air. Typical smells for a heavy metal show.
Most appeared in their teens or early twenties, while others looked like more seasoned metal heads donning leather, chains, and or spiked collars. The band had a huge following in the BDSM community since Zander claimed he like to switch from time to time and attend bondage events in his off time from touring. Around these parts, Zander Lukes is more popular than the mayor. Not even the man who runs the state gets more attention than him.
While still checking out the crowd, I glanced at my cell again for any texts from my friend.
Pass waiting for you at the door.
“My man.” I shoved it back in my pocket and stretched to see when I’d finally be getting to the front. There were a lot of kids ahead of me but I was about to freeze my balls off standing out here without the right winter gear.
The kids were drinking and drugging, so I knew what was keeping them warm. I didn’t have any of those options so I had to stand here and freeze. Perhaps I should’ve asked my contact to give me access to the back of the venue but I figured if I showed up in the dressing room or the backstage area too early, someone would ask too many questions. And I couldn’t have that. Not when I was so fucking close to having Zander in my hot little hands.
So close I could taste it, smell it.
Yeah I could and when I got him, I’d revel in his fear too.
Or maybe the crazy bastard would enjoy it as long as I promised to let him go home by Monday. And I would, but not until I got my fill from the singer who meant everything to me.
This was what I’d aspired to do ever since I saw him almost six years ago, but until now, I’d never gotten the balls to pull this off.
Now that I do, there is no stopping me.
I shall possess Zander Lukes starting tonight and he won’t be able to get away.