FIRST by Jacob Louder – available soon! Click image for excerpt.
Jake Louder’s FIRST is to be launched this April — and here’s the cover reveal. The cover, by the way, is by our talented Angela Tavares, who will soon be available for indie cover design services via our Here Booky Booky one-stop publishing shop (website soon!)
Read the opening of Jake’s FIRST here. FIRST is a porn novella, so, depending on your workplace, may be NSFW. It’s hot and daring from line 1.
Have you seen the fabulous tumblr entitled Critiquing Your Dick Pics with Love? It’s NSFW and totally enjoyable. Plus it’s great anti-shame activism, in our opinion. Take a look!
And thanks so much to all of you for downloading Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame for free. For instance, we’re very grateful to Jade Waters for leaving us a wonderful 5-star review. Among other things, she says, “I have no shame in saying I loved this collection!” In fact, Jade Waters is also a wonderfully talented erotic author, so go and take a look at her website too!
To read a free erotic story from the Shameless Behavior collection, take a look at Compassion’s Seed – the story of a priest who is in desperate need of sexual transformation…
Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame, which features work by erotic luminaries such as Sommer Marsden, Stella Harris, and Kyoko Church, is a collection of 12 stories that are not only sizzling hot, but also tell adventurous tales of triumphing over shame. So naturally, we’re thrilled to be hosting a free giveaway of Shameless Behavior next weekend (March 3rd – 4th, 2014), when you can blaze a trail to Amazon and download the e-book absolutely free!
For a clearer pic of what we’re talking about, you can check out Mia Hopkins’ review of the e-book, which includes these words: “Intelligent, steamy, and thought-provoking, this collection celebrates that moment when, no longer alone, we feel safe enough to bring our deepest secrets into the light only to discover how beautiful we never knew they were.”
That also shows you what an amazing writer Mia Hopkins is, which we, at GDP, well know! But I digress…
To give a taste of what is in store for you, here are the first few sizzling pages from Kyoko Church‘s Wet, which is featured in the collection:
FREE on March 1st and 2nd from Amazon!
There were things Beth would always remember about that first time with Jeff: the blue of the ocean out of the honeymoon suite window glimpsed from the bed over her new husband’s shoulder, the faint smell of bleach that the Caribbean cleaning staff used before each new guest, a few small cracks in the plaster ceiling, and the intensity with which her normally jovial and easy-going boyfriend of ten months and spouse of twelve hours said, “Okay, let’s do this.”
The other things, honestly, she didn’t try to recall. But they played like a damning loop in her head—a recording she switched on every morning after that first time, one she would painstakingly add to with only the most searing words from each subsequent and progressively awkward coupling. In the end, she would have a highlight reel of the worst moments, a “greatest hits” from those years of shame, a humiliation compilation.
She didn’t play it willingly, exactly, but out of a masochistic need to remind herself each day:
This is who you are. A woman whose husband finds her repulsive.
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“I like to read,” Beth said on her first date with Drew, as they sipped their Starbucks coffees amidst the smell of new books.
She knew how trite it sounded, but it was the truth. She’d always loved reading but as her marriage crashed and burned, she escaped into the fantasy of books even more. When her life was miserable and it was difficult to raise her head to face her reflection in the mirror, she placated her damaged heart with fiction.
She read not on a park bench or a coffee shop or while sun tanning on the beach, leisurely and with easy enjoyment—no. She read like she did certain other things: furiously, furtively, with guilty pleasure. She wasn’t reading Dickens or Tolstoy. No Atwood or Kingsolver or Ondaatje for her. You couldn’t say the plots were masterfully handled, subtly crafted, or slowly unfolding. The books she read had brash covers. Two dimensional characters. Books to be read in one sweaty afternoon. She gulped down each delicious morsel and then searched frantically for more.
“I’m a King fan, myself,” Drew said. “Stuart Woods, Linwood Barclay, that kind of thing. What are you reading right now?”
“Oh,” she said, fighting a blush. “Oh, nothing. Just some…romance stuff.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “The ubiquitous rise of dirty e-books, right? Suddenly everyone and her grandma’s into BDSM.”
Then she really did blush. At first glance, Drew looked about as straight as they came, like a guy who read the Bible on weekends for a good time. And yet here was this straight-laced, possible Bible-reading type perfectly at ease saying…those letters.
“Hey, I was just kidding,” he said, noticing her reaction.
But something about the way he said it, with one eyebrow cocked and a twinkle in his eye that was anything but innocent, made her pulse jump a little. It was a look that reminded her of all her favorite male characters in the books she read. Confident. Knowing. Teasing.
Dominant.
God, she thought, as a realization dawned. He’s totally sexy. Certain telltale signs threatened inside of her, below. Parts she tried not to think about began to pulse, and she blushed even harder, squeezing her legs together, which only made things worse.
She wanted to stay. The more he talked, the more she liked him. She liked his bright eyes and his easy, wide smile; his quirky sense of humor and the way he opened up to her, so easily. And she liked that—despite his choir-boy appearance—a shadow of someone not quite so innocent lurked. But those things, in the end, were why she had to leave.
She made her excuses and walked away, desperately wanting to run back at the same time as wanting to put as much distance as possible between Drew and the way he made her feel.
Drew persisted. They spent countless hours on the phone and IM, and, God, did she love talking to him.
He was smart and witty and kind. They could discuss everything from family and friends, to politics and favorite TV shows, to the latest cancer research and the psychology of sexuality…and everything in between. Safe in the confines of her apartment, things could get a little heated over the phone or chat. They had more than one naughty conversation that, after it ended, pushed Beth to resort to those furious and furtive pleasures she was more than used to providing herself, no brash-covered books necessary. But whenever they met in person and things started to turn intimate, Beth fled.
One night at his place, Drew rented the movie A Dangerous Method. He said it was about Freud and Jung, so she relaxed on his couch, preparing to be enlightened on perhaps the Oedipus complex or the collective unconscious. Instead, she froze in her seat, staring at the screen—Keira Knightley’s Spielrein confessed her secret yearnings to Michael Fassbender’s Jung—thinking she might spontaneously combust. She squirmed and willed her body not to betray her. Drew noticed her squirm and put a comforting arm around her.
When Fassbender trussed Knightley’s wrists up to a door while the brunette, standing and bent at the waist, offered up her ass to be flogged from behind, it was too much for Beth. Wracked with self-consciousness, she shrugged out from under Drew’s arm.
“Hey, are you okay?” Drew asked. “Yeah, I’m just a little tired, I guess,” Beth said. “I—I might get going.” “But the movie isn’t done,” Drew said. “Is it too over the top? It’s just…we had all those psychology chats. Or is it me?” he continued in a rush. “Did I do something?”
“No! No, it’s not you,” Beth said.
Drew sighed and looked down for a moment. When he looked up at her again, his eyebrows were peaked in concern. “Beth,” he sighed. “Look, I’m just going to be really honest with you, okay? I like you. A lot. You’re smart and funny and, God, sometimes you’re so sexy, I really have to stop myself from….” He flushed and smiled. “Sorry. I just—I think you’re really attractive.”
Beth could barely contain her pounding heart. If Drew was feeding her lines, then he deserved a best actor award. She didn’t care. She’d been lost in the desert for too long, and now she wanted to drink in the look in his eyes—the one that said he wanted her.
“And,” Drew continued, “I know you like me, too. I mean, the talks we’ve had! I’ll admit, I’ve needed a cold shower after more than one.” Beth blushed with her own private memories, but kept quiet. “When we’re together, though, every time I sense a connection between us— something happening—you pull away.”
Unexpectedly, Beth felt tears spring to her eyes. “Am I wrong?” “You’re not wrong,” she whispered. He moved closer to her on the couch, placed a hand on her knee. Gently, he took her chin and placed a small, delicate kiss on her lips—their first. “Sweet Beth,” he murmured. “What has he done to you?”
Her breathing caught. “What?” she gasped.
“It doesn’t take a mind reader to know that someone has you believing you are less than the amazing, sexy, beautiful woman you truly are,” he said softly, and then kissed her again, moving his arms to encircle her small frame.
“Oh,” she sighed, deflated that her insecurities were so plain, weakened by how his words nudged her deep-seated wounds.
She let herself be swept away then. Swept away by all the things he was doing, the things she’d wanted for so long: his lips on hers; the knowing way he kissed her; the feel of his strong, warm hands running down her sides, then stroking her thighs. When he cupped her breasts firmly, and even when he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight down between her legs, she was able to push aside all of the shame and fear and loathing. She wanted this so badly.
But then.
He reached his hand up under her skirt and momentarily teased his fingers over her panty-covered mound. The sensation was fleeting and all the sweeter for being so. But when he deftly hooked his thumbs into her panties, tugged them down and off, and with a waft of coolness finding its way to her moistened cleft, her ex’s words clawed through, unbidden.
You always get so wet. It’s so…messy. I don’t want to get it on my fingers. And the worst one. I can still smell it. She flushed hard. Her head spun, and she felt slightly nauseous. She stood. “I—I’m so sorry, Drew. I have to go.” “Beth, please, let’s talk about it.” But she was already grabbing her purse. In her car on the way home, she tried to talk herself into going back. She couldn’t stay like this forever. Closed off. Unfulfilled. Ashamed. But Jeff’s words, those memories of her ex, they lived inside her like a thing, like a python that had insidiously wrapped itself around her heart and refused to let go. All starting with that first time…. [Read the rest of the story during our free Kindle giveaway on March 1st and 2nd 2014, or buy the book at Amazon today!]
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Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. You can also receive a free erotic e-book when you join our super-sensitive, sex-positive, freebie-gifting email list. Hearts.
So, did we ever tell you what the amazing Kevin Killian told Angela Tavares about her hot collection, Huddle: Sex with Sporty Queers? He said (*clears throat*) “I enjoyed it thoroughly!”
Thoroughly, I tell you!
Kevin Killian, reading your praise made our jock straps kinda sweaty.
Speaking of perspiration, Huddle, if you haven’t heard, is a collection of erotic stories by Dario Dalla Lasta, Benji Bright, Tamsin Flowers, Theophilia St. Claire, and Christopher Stoddard. In this don’t-show-your-grandma-unless-she’s-into-it tome, the sports field gets sweaty, the cloakrooms get even sweatier, and the boy-on-boy bodies, well, they’re the sweatiest yet. I’m proud of Angela’s collection, and the stories by these bold and bitchin’ authors, because they’re not afraid to enjoy sex to the full — and feel it honestly and hotly on the page.
Wanna see some of Dario Dalla Lasta’s story, “Game Set Match”? Click here.
Now, I told you that to tell you this: GDP author Jacob Louder is currently completing his final draft of a novella called First. First isn’t your usual erotica. And if you get upset about Nabakov’s Lolita, stop reading now. Because First follows the hot exploits of Nico Ericsson, a 14-year old queer with a passion for teens of all genders, including Robbie and his acceptance of his genderqueer identity, Hannah with her incredible — oh God — incredible mouth, and a whole lot of others.
Because teenagers have sex. And we all know it. What’s more, powerful authors, like Dennis Cooper for instance, show us this, time and again. And teen sex is not only some of the hottest sex possible — it is also the sex where we’re often finding ourselves, accepting ourselves, challenging ourselves, expressing ourselves. Whether solo or partnered, teen sex is the place where our sexual bodies are born, where we are told we are shameful but explore it all anyway, where our inner heroes are born and raised, where many of us give the finger to what we’re told to be.
Yes, teenagers have sex. With themselves, with teens, and sometimes with adults. And as an anti-censorship publisher who is fed up of being told we can’t write about certain kinds of humanity, we couldn’t be more excited about Jacob’s First.
Now, Jacob won’t tell you this, but I can: It’s beautiful. And hot. And it’s told from the heart and loins.
Watch this space for your free sample, coming soon. YES!
Photo snagged from the fabulous Lushaholic Blog
Though Valentine’s Day can be a wonderful day of the year, our society tends to use it to celebrate partnered love. But the truth is, self-love can be every bit as romantic—and spiritual. So we recommend making Valentine’s Day well-and-truly special by focusing on you and the way you treat yourself. If you are single and are feeling blue about Valentine’s Day, take a leaf from our book and pamper yourself by buying a self-love gift. And who do we suggest you give it to?
That’d be you.
Here are twenty gifts that you can get for yourself. Some of them cost only time and energy, whilst others are gifts that you buy. But all of them are about looking after you on Valentine’s Day. And planning to romance yourself. So mail-order or buy in advance for a special, warm glow.
Enjoy!
1. A rose quartz crystal to help you feel self-love.
2. A box of chocolates. We love Lake Champlain.
3. Our Mermaid Voyage sexual-spiritual course for women, which is FREE on Valentine’s Day.
4. A deck of oracle cards. We love the Oracle of the Mermaids and Angel Tarot.
5. A pair of luxury slippers. (Don’t ever underestimate the power of being comfy!)
6. A BackJack for meditation.
7. A new self-help book about loving you. We recommend Ecstasy is Necessary by Barbara Carrellas and The Art of Extreme Self-Care by Cheryl Richardson.
8. A plant for you. Or a single red rose for you. Or a full bouquet for you (if you’ve never done that for yourself, and you can afford it, I recommend it. It’s quite a wonderful feeling!)
9. A page-turner.
10. New underwear. We’re bonkers about Agent Provocateur, but if, like us, that’s a little out of your range, why not order from Victoria’s Secret or Yandy.com?
11. Cook yourself a meal. Something you adore.
12. A new sex accessory. You can shop online (we love Good Vibrations and Fucking Sculptures) or go to a store yourself. Alternatively, you can also take friends for a fun shopping experience.
13. A yoga subscription to My Yoga Online.
14. A new teddy bear. Seriously, consider it.
15. A DVD that you adore. And if there’s a movie that you already know and love, that’s a wonderful gift to give yourself.
16. Museum membership.
17. Cake!
18. Wine! Beer! Or amazing organic juice!
19. A long walk by yourself, for no reason other than being with you.
20. A long bath—for the very same reason. And, if you’re feeling luxurious, a bath bomb from Lush. If you love those bath bombs as much as we do, it’ll be one of the best baths you’ve ever had.
Enjoy!
Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. You can also receive a free erotic e-book when you join our super-sensitive, sex-positive, freebie-gifting email list. Hearts.
“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” –Anais Nin, Mermaid Voyage hero.
Valentine’s Day can be a tough time for those who aren’t involved in romantic relationships. But it needn’t be, if we celebrate our selves. That’s why we’re offering a FREE Mermaid Voyage celebration from February 14th – February 16th, 2014, in which women — and those who identify as women — will fully and deeply enjoy an erotic romance with ourselves. The free Mermaid Voyage Love Days are all about having a romantic, erotic affair with ourselves — one that vibrates with spiritual-sexual energy and doesn’t have to involve romantic partners. (And if you’re interested in why it’s called the Mermaid Voyage, take a look here.)
To give a taster, here is the audio visualization from Day One of the Love Days:
The free Love Days will include:
A fuller 10-day Mermaid Voyage will be launching in March for those who want to go deeper into their erotic romance with themselves, guided by the heart and soul of our Mermaid Voyage community. These 10-Day Voyagers will have full access to the Love Days materials, along with similar and more immersive offerings over the ten days. Prices for the full Voyage will be announced after the Love Days take place. Keep an eye on this blog, Follow the Signs Like Alice, and also the Mermaid Voyage pages, as the Love Days grow closer.
Until then, we’ll be posting updates, mermaid-themed posts, and freebies. Stay tuned. And to join our Mermaid Voyage mailing list you can send a blank email with Mermaid List in the subject line, to: editors (at) godeeperpress.com
Namaste.
Angela herself.
Our Angela has been interviewed at roundupzine, where her gorgeous piece “Sunday Night” is published. It’s a great interview that includes Angela’s discovery of erotica when she was a bright young thing, the reasons she writes about sex, and much much more. You can read the whole interview here. And here’s a snippet:
RU: I’m kind of a fan of Dennis Cooper, who edited the anthology “Userlands: New Fiction Writers from the Blogging Underground” in which your piece “Fast Ones” appears. How did you get involved in that?
AT: Dennis Cooper is one of my favorite writers and one of my biggest inspirations. He taught me what it means to use daring and brave language, to tell stories that can be uncomfortable. And, of course, for these reasons, I visit his website every day. Very long ago, he invited all his blog readers to submit a short story for an anthology he was putting together—specifically to spotlight some of the writers who participated, if I’m not mistaken—and that’s when I sent “Fast Ones.”
RU: You seem to have a propensity towards erotic fiction given your work with Go Deeper Press, amongst other things. What is it about erotic fiction that interests you, and do you remember the first piece of erotic lit you ever read?
AT: It’s sex that interests me, I think. Erotic fiction, yes—that, too, but I love writing the complexities and vulnerabilities of sex, its emotions and manipulations. Strip your characters bare, and see what they got and what they do with it—for me, this is the most fun. Even before I started Go Deeper Press with Lana Fox and began writing erotica, I always seemed to find a way to have my characters get it on.
First piece of erotic lit was something my mother had hidden in her bookcase near her bed. It focused on an escort service. I only snuck tiny reads from it, but it was hot enough that I managed to sneak back in and find it every time she was out of the house. I allowed myself two paragraphs at a time, and then got out of there.
First piece of erotic lit in a non-shame way: 120 Days of Sodom by the Marquis de Sade. [Read the whole interview at RoundUpZine.)
Happy New Year! We’ve been on a prolonged silence because we’ve been over in the UK with less internet than you’d imagine. But we’re back to bring you five ways of harnessing the erotic you, this year. Enjoy!
1. Remember that your erotic self lies inside of you. You can be richly erotic whether you are in a relationship, enjoying different partners, or being the solo sexual you. An affirmation to help? I am pure erotic inspiration.
2. Enjoy erotica and porn without being restricted. What turns you on? What do you enjoy reading or watching? Give yourself permission to enjoy being aroused, and check out some new sources of erotic enjoyment. We recommend Blue Artichoke Films, Tristan Taormino‘s porn flicks, Kink.com, and the gorgeously queer Crashpad. (Plus you can check out our free Pornocore stories, or buy our books, if they’re for you!)
3. Invest in a new sex toy. Our current loves include the WeVibe, the Magic Wand, and, if you fancy donning a realistic cock this year, check out the Vixskin range.
4. Tell yourself that when you have sex with yourself or other partners, and you really enjoy the experience, you create a more loving you. Check out this great research on oxytocin if you need convincing (thanks to Plos One). And you can also enjoy the Mermaid Voyage this year, if you want to take part in a solo journey of pure, unabashed, erotic self-love.
5. Look at your genitals in a small hand-mirror and tell them that they are beautiful. It is understandable if you don’t believe this statement as yet — society has shamed our beautiful sexualities for far too long. But tell your genitals anyway. Tell them they’re gorgeous. Tell them you’re grateful that they are a part of you. Because, if you do nothing else this year, loving yourself will take you a very long way.
If you’re a woman or woman-identified person who is interested in a solo journey into erotic self love, check out the Mermaid Voyage, which will be sailing this spring.
Please enjoy this interview with the wonderful Rion Woolf whose gorgeous story, Stay, appears in Shameless Behavior: Erotic Stories of Overcoming Shame. If you like to get deep with your erotica, Rion’s story–and the whole of the collection–is published with you in mind!
1. Why do you enjoy writing erotic stories?
Erotica, for me, is all about building a world where anything goes. That’s the draw that keeps me coming back to the computer to write more. I want to push my characters as far as they will go because ultimately I’m along for the ride, too, and it can be just as entertaining for me to write an erotic story as it is to read one. I live in a world full of restrictions and more often than not the response to what I desire is no. In the world of erotica, though, the response is often yes. Or, at the very least, let’s try. It’s thrilling to write about a place where so many barriers have been removed.
2. Who are some of your writing and erotic inspirations?
I love Remittance Girl! I’m also strongly influenced by The Story of O and the writer John Preston who wrote Mr. Benson. I read quite a bit of short erotica and I find inspiration through many characters, but I am most drawn to those who are on a quest to try or learn something new.
3. Can you tell us a little about your story in Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame?
“Stay” grew out of a larger project I was working on that follows the relationship between “I” and Sir. The project never came together in the way I hoped, but this story emerged. Issues of gender fascinate me and I wanted to write an erotic tale in which the master has a secret that is ultimately exposed. I believe our physical bodies hold our secrets and emotional pain. More often than not, these are places of enormous shame. In “Stay,” “I” helps Sir to see that those same places where secrets and pain are held can also contain enormous potential for healing and human connection.
4. Why do you think erotica can be so important for society?
Erotica is a fantastic way for people to explore issues of sexuality and gender at a speed that is comfortable for them. It challenges the reader to examine her own ideas about these issues and when the intensity becomes too much, the reader has the power to close the book. Erotica is funny, though. It works on the reader and nudges at the back of her mind throughout the day and haunts the edges of her mind at night. Curiosity to find out what happens next usually wins out and that book, along with all its rich possibilities, is opened once again.
6. Do you have any advice about writing great sex scenes?
I try to bring honesty and realism to any writing that I do that includes sex. I have a tendency to lean towards soap opera-ish scenes, so I am always double-checking myself. Is this realistic? Would my character really say this? Really? If my answer wavers on the maybe, it’s time for another draft. Another red flag? If I hear “You are so Beautiful” by Joe Cocker, “I Think I Love You” by the Partridge Family, or anything by Air Supply in my head when I read back a scene I’ve written, there is waytoo much sappiness.
And here’s a free sexy excerpt from Stay by Rion Woolf:
Now, as he kneels before me, Sir’s voice is low, guttural, lusty: “Beautiful boy.” He loves how easily I can shape-shift from female to male. Instinctually, my hips roll forward toward his face. His dark eyes flash, then the pupils dilate with want. My heartbeat rockets inside my chest. Slowly, he unbuttons my jeans, slides the zipper down, and with his hands covering my ass, he pulls the jeans down to my ankles. Every inch of the way down, his hands take in the swells and valleys of my muscular legs. There’s something about him kneeling before me, something about him undressing me in this way that is so hot. A groan escapes me, and my hips lunge toward his mouth again.
Sir smiles, chuckles at my body’s reaction, and leans in close, so very close, until his chin and left cheek stroke against the hardness inside my underwear. He pulls his chin down the length of Mighty Max, the dildo he’d never bothered to rename once he took it out of the box. The edges of Sir’s lips trace its size through the fabric. Finally, he reaches up and pulls the tighty whities down to my ankles, freeing the dildo from the cloth. It feels fantastic strapped against my skin so tight, the base of Max pressing against my clitoris. The movement of the dildo strokes me deliciously. More than anything, I want to reach forward and grab Sir’s head, but he’s bound my wrists behind my back with one of his white handkerchiefs. The fabric’s tight. Try as I might, there’s no slipping out of this knot.
“Wait for my permission.” Sir’s tone turns stern, and I fear that I will come before he’s ready. I try to pull my eyes away from the scene below my waist, and make myself think of anything else to stop the wetness from coating me whole and dripping down my legs. [Read the rest of the story in Shameless Behavior]
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Lana and I did some brainstorming about what we’d do to celebrate Go Deeper Press’ first birthday. Can you believe it? We’ll be one-year-old on December 20, five days before Christmas, fifteen days after Chanukah, and six days before Kwanzaa. So, of course we wanted to celebrate with you all.
We decided that we’d give away well-written “free porn” to give thanks to all our mailing list subscribers, Twitter and blog followers, our Facebook “Likers,” and every single person who’s bought one of our books and/or stopped by our website for a few minutes or so. It was interesting, this distinction we made. We would not give away “transformative” or “rebel” erotica. We’d write and offer for free on our website Penthouse Forum-style pieces: quick, short wank stories for all our friends over this holiday season.
So, we started. Lana’s first story came in over 2,500 words, mine 1,500-ish. Her second story came in around 2,000, mine over 3,000. For some reason, we couldn’t seem to get the formula right. Don’t get me wrong: These stories are porny, and we’re very proud of just how porny they are and hope you’ll enjoy them tremendously (wink, wink). It took us a little while to figure out why we couldn’t crank out what we had intended. But then—boom—there it was.
We’re fans of connections. Even if they’re shallow or selfish or voyeuristic or whatever. To write true, connected porn, we’ve found, you need to build at least a little story, breathe some sort of emotion into your characters, and then let them run around with their pants around their ankles. Lana, by the way, was the first to put this to words. “This works because they’re connected,” she said. I replied, “That’s what makes porn sexy for me.”
How many clips have you seen on the internet where some guy is pounding a big-breasted blonde, and not only are they not looking at one another, they’re hardly touching, other than, of course, that whole cock in cunt or asshole bit. And they don’t really communicate to one another, but the blonde is probably wailing away like she’s never felt anything so good in her life, and if Mr. Big Cock is making any noise at all, he’s probably letting out a little grunt every now and again.
This porn’s good, right? I don’t want to take away from its value and the purpose it serves for many people in this world. Would I pay for it? No, I wouldn’t, and maybe that’s why it’s a free clip on the internet. I wouldn’t buy it because those actors usually aren’t connected and so it sometimes looks really fake, and although I love it when guys blow their loads on women’s tits, I don’t like it when they’re looking only at their cocks and the women are on their knees looking up at the guy all “horny, little slut” because I don’t believe it for a second. That said, I hope they both got paid and were treated well.
Porn I would buy and have bought: Viv Thomas’ Unfaithful series (which stars my girl Nella, just FYI), Matinee and Headshot by Jennifer Lyon Bell and Blue Artichoke, Tristan Taormino’s Rough Sex, a whole slew from the Candida Royalle crew—and there’s more and more. Big surprise: I would argue that, in all of these films, we are witness to actors living out a story and connecting sexually with their co-stars. Whether it’s slaps to the tits or eye contact during penetrative sex or a prolonged French kiss, these films offer something that holds my attention, making them perfect “rewatch” candidates, especially on snowy Friday nights, or any night, to be honest, but I digress.
Go Deeper Press loves porn. Oh God, we do. Lana and I are talking now about doing a more “porny” line at GDP, and we’re kicking around names like PornStyle and Porncore (or PornoCore, which reminds me of “homocore,” and so now you know where my allegiance lies) and Rumpy Pumpy. The great thing about this, I think, is that—and I can guarantee you this—we will publish incredibly explicit content that not only is the hottest of its kind, but will provide the element that makes pornography work for us: a steamy, sweaty, hot connection.
What I hope you’re asking now is “WHEN DO WE GET FREE PORN?” Well, our birthday and Christmas is coming, friends, so be sure to sign up for our newsletter (if you haven’t already) and check your inbox for more information on when to stop on by at godeeperpress.com.
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