Over the years, I’ve written some very strange stuff. Back in college I used to write 45,000-word “novels” on a fairly regular basis. The plots tended to be a bit standardized. The main requirement was that there was at least one sex scene per chapter. Who was getting fucked depended on what the publisher needed. Sometimes they wanted twins, sometimes they wanted incestuous siblings, sometimes they wanted a lot of peeing, sometimes they wanted orgies. They’d ask for it, I’d write it, a check would arrive with the contract, and that was the end of it. They’d slap a pen name on it, print a few thousand copies, and distribute them to smoke shops, news stands, and anywhere else that sold dirty paperback books. It was all work-for-hire, sell all rights, and who cares whether it sells or not type material.
Okay, I did care whether it sold, obviously, but only to the extent that, if it didn’t, the publisher might stop buying from me and find someone else to write his raunchy little paperback stroke books. When the emphasis is on action, it can be limiting after a while. There are only so many way you can say, “she sucked his cock.”
Sometimes I wonder if I should consider creating an erotica-writer’s thesaurus. Roget’s is decidedly lacking in that department. It doesn’t even list “penis,” much less supply any alternative forms. Wouldn’t it be nice to just open a book, look up “penis,” and find a synonym list with options such as: Cock, Schwantz, Dick, Schmuck, Member, Prong, Throbbing Manhood, Source of All Pleasure, Rod, Organ, Tower of Passion, Fountain of Life, Pile Driver, or Sacred Source of Holy Anointing Oil (What Rev. Killjoy called his, more or less, when he was trying to fuck my high school self). Some of those are sort of Victorian, which probably reflects the work I was doing on Lust for Blood. If the story supposedly consists of diary entries from 1895, you wouldn’t expect to find too many mid-to-late 20th century euphemisms. 
It did have a few “quims” and “cunts,” both of which were current slang even in Victorian times. Quim goes back to at least the early 18th century. Cunt has been around more or less forever, and the OED cites its use in the street name, Gropecunt Lane, around 1230.
I have a feeling that street name was long ago changed to something less interesting, and it’s a sad loss for linguistic expressiveness. If a street is called Gropecunt Lane, you can likely figure out what sort of businesses originally populated it without too much difficulty. Even William Shakespeare liked to work a few “cunts” into his plays, sometimes in remarkably clever ways, such as getting Malvolio to spell it out in Twelfth Night. “There be her very Cs, her Us, and her Ts; And it is thus she makes her great Ps.” The “and” is usually elided so that it sounds like an “N,” and the piss joke is pretty obvious. Old Will always liked to give the groundlings something to giggle about. There was also Hamlet’s “country matters,” with the emphasis on the first syllable of country, and the confusion between the English “gown” and the French “con” in Henry V. (For the last one, you have to remember that some old dialects pronounced “G” as “C,” turning “gown” into “cown.”)
What can I say? Sometimes I just feel the need to make use of that English Literature degree.
In any case, I like to be more creative with my writing these days. I haven’t done any “fuck ’em quick and often” books in years. I write like a 1970s porn film, where you get an actual story in between the sex scenes. Some have more, some have less. Lust for Blood is mostly plot, though I still tried to get in as much sex as I could manage. I’d originally planned to include some incest, then realized I was actually writing a book that might be capable of competing in the general trade book category, so I took out the incest and ended up with something just about everyone will carry.
Amazon is a goal. I love Lot’s Cave and Excitica, both of which are quite happy to carry books with incest, pissing, bondage, or whatever your kink may be in them. But Amazon sells a lot more books. One of my friends told me that, when his book was on Amazon, he sold a couple hundred copies every month, and now, with the more limited distribution, he sells maybe half a dozen a month on a good month. He’d have preferred to stay on Amazon, but somebody apparently complained, or one of their functionaries read the book and found the incest, and that was the end of it.
One Room is one that’s still there, and likely will remain so. There’s fucking, and some masturbation, but nobody is related to anybody else, so that’s all good. One Room is fairly short, and the only reason it’s priced at $2.99 is because that’s the minimum price to be included in Kindle Unlimited. It struck me as the sort of book people were more likely to stream than to buy, if only because it just isn’t very long. Anyway, sometime in December the KU enrollment will run out, and then I’ll drop the price to 99¢. Reading it Free with the KU subscription is still the cheapest way to go, of course, so feel free to take advantage of it while it’s available.
I expect to receive the proof of Lust for Blood in the next day or so. Once I’ve gone through that, publication will be approved and there will be a paperback edition on sale. It won’t start working until after I’ve approved the proof and the printer has sent to files to Amazon, but once that happens you’ll be able to order the paperback by clicking here. It’s also up for production bids as an audiobook. We’ll see if we get anything from that.