My first self-published ebook: "Fishnet Queen"

I thought I'd posted this but I'm not sure, so if not...here's my first self-published ebook, featuring my short story "Fishnet Queen" for only 99 cents!


"Fishnet Queen"

When Brad spies a beautiful fishnet goddess, her long legs covered with the tightly woven black design he so loves, he makes an offer she can't refuse: fishnets for life. In return, she fulfills his deepest fantasy by taking control of him and letting him serve her in the best way he knows how. This submissive man's leg and fishnet fetish come to life under the tutelage of a woman who knows how to take full advantage of them. "It's only a very specific kind of woman who makes me long to get down on my knees and worship my way from the tips of their toes all the way on up, and the fishnets are just a part of it."

Coming soon to your e-reader: "Fishnet Queen"

Female domination fishnet erotica story "Fishnet Queen" and 3 others of mine are coming soon to your e-readers! I'm backlogged on stories, fiction and non, but it's possible I may even write an original to sell as an ebook. For now I'm wrapping up a virgin story, a running story, an ice hotel story, a sex toy story and a few others I hope see print. Will let you know if they do.

"Fishnet Queen," "Lap Dance Lust" and "Doing the Dishes" coming soon to an e-reader near you

self-portrait in white fishnets

I’m making the leap into offering my short stories for sale on Amazon for download, probably for 99 cents each, once I figure out exactly how to do it. One of them will be “Fishnet Queen.” Also “Lap Dance Lust” and “Doing the Dishes.” If you have any story requests, let me know!

From "Fishnet Queen" by me:

First thing I see are her legs, clad in the kind of stockings that make me hard just by thinking about them: fishnets. Her legs are long, and in her mini skirt, which rides up her thigh, I can see her pale skin augmented by the tightly woven black pattern that seems made just for her. She doesn’t just wear the fishnets, she owns them. I've seen women try to rock fishnets who simply can't pull them off, who wear them as if they were any other kind of stockings, tugged on hastily during a rushed morning, ripped in spots, slammed into sneakers, used and abused in the most careless manner possible.

Fishnet fetish

Alison Tyler reminded me of a story I wrote for her book F Is for Fetish called "Fishnet Queen." Here's an excerpt, and see her blog for more fetishy goodness:

First thing I see are her legs, clad in the kind of stockings that make me hard just by thinking about them: fishnets. Her legs are long, and in her mini skirt, which rides up her thigh, I can see her pale skin augmented by the tightly woven black pattern that seems made just for her. She doesn’t just wear the fishnets, she owns them. I've seen women try to rock fishnets who simply can't pull them off, who wear them as if they were any other kind of stockings, tugged on hastily during a rushed morning, ripped in spots, slammed into sneakers, used and abused in the most careless manner possible.

There should be some kind of test when purchasing such delicate garments, I think, like an ID for cigarettes, but in all things fishnet, the test should be for class. I can always tell when a woman really cares about her fishnets, when she's the type who shakes them out before holding open the hole and sliding her foot into it, aware of every nuance of sensuality involved. I can tell when she makes sure that the seam up the back is perfectly even, forming a straight line right up to her ass, one I love to trace with my tongue, when she cares enough to buy the kind that have a seam. I can tell when the mere act of donning a pair of fishnets sends a rush of blood to her clit, when she morphs from gorgeous to goddess in the act, when she lets them transport her from ordinary to sex goddess. The rest of her outfit doesn’t really matter, nor how tall or short she is; a woman who wears fishnets like they’re her birthright is the kind I want to fuck, the kind whose fishnets I want to kiss and stroke and caress before ultimately peeling them down and plunging my cock inside her. Fishnet girls are all about foreplay, leaving me on the edge of arousal for as long as we both can stand it. That's the kind of woman I look for, who wears her fishnets not simply as artifice or armor but amour, who steps into her dominance one foot at a time.

What's funny is that while I remember in some way all the stories I've written (I think I'm probably up to 100 or so by now, will have to count at some point), I don't always remember the details of the content, but I remember other things. I wrote most of this story at the Starbucks on Delancey on the Lower East Side. I remember where I was sitting, remember thinking the story was too outlandish and over-the-top in its fetishism to work. I tend to gravitate toward the places where a piece of writing clicked, hoping I can pull it off again. Sometimes it even works!

Stephen Elliott in purple fishnets

Because why not? This photo is from Alison Tyler's blog and is of Sex for America editor and noted author Stephen Elliott in purple fishnets (I love fishnets!). Enjoy!

Oh, and be sure to also visit Stephen's awesome site The Rumpus, which I hope to contribute to in 2009, for everything from what high heels say about sex, style, politics and power to a review of The Wrestler and much, much more.

F is for "Fishnet Queen"

My story "Fishnet Queen" is in Alison Tyler's new anthology F is for Fetish, part of her awesome Erotic Alphabet series. (I also use all those teenage years of chess playing - but I was a virgin then! - as inspiration for "Check, Mate" in G is for Games.)



Here's the start of my story:

First thing I see are her legs, clad in the kind of stockings that make me hard just by thinking about them: fishnets. Her legs are long, and in her mini skirt, which rides up her thigh, I can see her pale skin augmented by the tightly woven black pattern that seems made just for her. She doesn’t just wear the fishnets, she owns them. I've seen women try to rock fishnets who simply can't pull them off, who wear them as if they were any other kind of stockings, tugged on hastily during a rushed morning, ripped in spots, slammed into sneakers, used and abused in the most careless manner possible.

There should be some kind of test when purchasing such delicate garments, I think, like an ID for cigarettes, but in all things fishnet, the test should be for class. I can always tell when a woman really cares about her fishnets, when she's the type who shakes them out before holding open the hole and sliding her foot into it, aware of every nuance of sensuality involved. I can tell when she makes sure that the seam up the back is perfectly even, forming a straight line right up to her ass, one I love to trace with my tongue, when she cares enough to buy the kind that have a seam. I can tell when the mere act of donning a pair of fishnets sends a rush of blood to her clit, when she morphs from gorgeous to goddess in the act, when she lets them transport her from ordinary to sex goddess. The rest of her outfit doesn’t really matter, nor how tall or short she is; a woman who wears fishnets like they’re her birthright is the kind I want to fuck, the kind whose fishnets I want to kiss and stroke and caress before ultimately peeling them down and plunging my cock inside her. Fishnet girls are all about foreplay, leaving me on the edge of arousal for as long as we both can stand it. That's the kind of woman I look for, who wears her fishnets not simply as artifice or armor but amour, who steps into her dominance one foot at a time.

Read the rest in F is for Fetish

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