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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Review: Celebrity Quickies

Celebrity QuickiesCelebrity Quickies by B.J. Taylor
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

These stories are some hot little strokers. B.J. Taylor's strong suit is the quickie. Like a nooner at a no-tell motel, these stories get the job done and get the hell out of the way. This collection also displays some of the slickest writing I've seen from Taylor, with relatively few errors (although there are some nagging jumps from past to present tense).

What sold this for me the most was the title, "Celebrity Quickies." I got exactly what I expected--short, stroke stories. I wasn't looking for a complex story or long, slow lovemaking. Taylor could fill volumes with this kind of story--quickies, nooners, afternoon delights, wake-up sex. I'd like to see him do it.

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Saturday, February 20, 2016

Work in Progress: The House of Flies

WIP (Work in Progress)

Thanks to sci-fi/romance author Jolie Mason for arranging this WIP blog hoppy thing!

"The House of Flies" is a BDSM tale for an anthology called Erotic Transformations. It's the which will feature stories by M.S. Tarot, Alana Melos, Bryce Calderwood, B. J. Taylor, and others. I'm not sure of the release date, but I'll let you know. I'll also be submitting the story to the Literotica April Fool's Day contest, so you can look for it there in March.

The story was inspired by the Deftones' song "Change (In the House of Flies)". A university professor discovers that his student writes erotica and sets his sights on fulfilling her submissive fantasies. Read below for the first paragraph.


They called her Nerdy Nadine for good reason. Mousy brown hair fell over her face, creating a curtain to hide from other people. The book in which she perpetually stuck her nose was her shelter, protecting her from life outside her own head. Her clothes were too big for her body, making her appear chunky rather than pleasantly curvy. It was all a disguise, hiding the woman inside, but he was her English professor; he read her writing. He knew what lay beneath the surface of Nadine’s cold, prudish exterior, and he planned to bring it out.