I think I may be getting lazy in my old age. Well, my current age. I’m not old. I was born in 1965. It says so right there in my bio. I mean, would lie about a thing like that? Okay, maybe I would. Technically, I’m as fictional as any of my characters, so that does give me a bit of leeway.
The lazy part may be true, though. I noticed today that I haven’t added anything to this blog since September 2019, which is a long time to go without writing something here. It’s been quite a while since I published anything, too. How much longer that will go on I’m not sure. I sent a new book in not too long ago, so it really just depends on how long it takes the publisher to get it out. Sometime it takes longer than others.
The next thing out is called An Erotic Life, and combines everything that’s in my four existing “autobiographies” with enough new material for a fifth book, so even if you’ve already read these you’ll still get your money’s worth. And I didn’t just throw the four existing books in and add a little between them. It’s all been rearranged in proper chronological order.
This is a big book, particularly for something in the erotica category. Almost 107,000 words; a very healthy length even in a mainstream novel. Naturally, it finds me involved in the usual situations. I’m still fucking my brother, getting it on with my aunt, some cousins, an uncle, and the usual strangers and friends. It’s purely coincidental that I didn’t start doing any of this stuff until after I turned eighteen, and has nothing whatever to do with my otherwise ‘almost anything goes’ publisher having a character age limit. As usual, I don’t know what the cover will look like yet (but if one suddenly appears on this post, it means I went back and added it).
Meanwhile, if you’ve read The Gods are Horny, you’ll already be familiar with my friend Sarah, the lovely redheaded lady who’s been knocking around the world getting into all sort of sexual hijinks since around 4685 BCE. She’s the protagonist in the book I’m working on now, Undying Lust, which follows her through the last 6,600 or so years as she gets involved with a host of fascinating and horny folks from history, folklore, and legend, including me. After all, here’s someone who’s been a priestess in a Moronite temple, where the male worshippers expressed their thanks by getting a blowjob from the priestess, a loving mom who thinks her sons should be kept satisfied, the mother of a demigod, granted immortality by the god she once fucked, and a witness to some of the more interesting events of the last few thousand years. This is someone who’s been in a threesome with Robin Hood and Maid Marian, lived through the Black Death more than once, and enjoyed rural Victorian English life as the intimate friend of an incestuous baron and his sister. She made an eventful Atlantic crossing to America, did porn in the ’70s, lived next door to me when I was finishing high school in Georgia, and, well, been pretty busy ever since.
I don’t think Undying Lust is going to be as long as An Erotic Life, but it seems pretty likely to hit 80,000 words or a bit more. Like most of my books, it’s going to have a fair bit of plot mixed in with the fucking, sucking, and lesbians.
I’d really like to have it illustrated, but I’m a terrible artist, and I don’t have the budget for a good one. Ah, well…