Wednesday, August 24, 2016

SM Johnson ~ Strip Tour, an excerpt from DeVante's Coven



Well. This book will be released very soon, so I thought it might be fun to tease you a little bit. This excerpt is somewhat explicit... enjoy.



Excerpt from DeVante's Coven by SM Johnson


He stared at the bed and remembered the image he’d stolen from Reed’s mind. It turned him on, never mind he was already practically naked from the little game of strip-tour.

While Daniel took it all in, Reed stripped off his own clothes, came up behind him, and pressed his warm body full-length against Daniel’s back, arms draped over his shoulders, hands caressing his chest. Reed’s cock stirred against Daniel’s backside and Daniel leaned against him, fingering the smooth skin of Reed’s thighs, feeling his own cock ache.

Reed spoke. “You don’t talk much.”

Daniel smiled at him, suddenly embarrassed that he was so weird about studying a place before he could be comfortable. “Just taking it all in,” he said, and even to his own ears it sounded lame.

“The second bathroom is through there,” Reed gestured to the left. “And that’s the full tour, so now you can lose the shorts.”

With that he toyed with the waistband of Daniel’s underwear and then tugged them down. He urged Daniel to the bed and Daniel went, Reed’s body pressing against him until he lay flat on his stomach and Reed was heavy on top of him. And warm. The heat that humans generated was amazing. Hot skin, hot mouths, hot blood.

The heat between himself and Reed was extraordinary, very different from his sexual experiences with Roderick.

Sensation exploded into Daniel as Reed’s hot mouth explored the back of his neck, the side of his throat, and finally his ear. Daniel shuddered.

Reed slid off him and said, “Roll over.”

Daniel did, and Reed kissed him on the mouth. It was a slow, sensual kiss. Reed’s hands explored his body as his lips and tongue explored Daniel’s mouth. Fingers brushed through Daniel’s hair and caressed his neck, moving down to close tightly around Daniel’s cock. Reed’s heat flowed into him, and Daniel gave himself up to hands and mouth, content to ride the moment helpless, to feel what this man would have him feel. And still the kiss went on and on. Daniel moaned into it.

Reed broke the kiss at last and sat up, just looking at him for a few moments, then said, “You are adorable.”

Daniel grinned at him.

“But how old are you?”

Daniel instantly shut off the grin. “I told you, twenty-one.” But he was unnerved by Reed, by his own utter willingness to obey the man and he didn’t think he sounded convincing. He ducked his head, felt himself blush, and looked at Reed through lowered lashes. “Don’t look at me like I’m some dumb teenager.”

Reed’s mouth turned up in a sly smile. “You are a dumb teenager. Hitchhiking.”

“I’m twenty-one,” Daniel insisted, fighting the urge to cross his fingers.

“Right.” Reed brushed the back of his hand along Daniel’s jaw, just below the scars. “And I don’t believe it for a minute. You might,” he paused to peer at Daniel’s face, “might be nineteen. But I doubt it.”

Daniel shrugged. Reed could believe what he wanted to. Daniel wasn’t going to explain how he was eighteen in people years, plus two in vampire years.

He leaned up, pressed his face against Reed’s throat, and nipped at him. “Hey!” Reed exclaimed. “Don’t bite.”

Daniel let his smile shine. “Then be nice.”

Reed grinned back at him. “You don’t look like a boy with a vampire fetish.”

Daniel almost laughed out loud. Ahhh, if you only knew what you’d see if I let you. He said, “I don’t look like a lot of things. What do I look like?”

“A bright, fresh-faced all-American kid looking to tarnish his innocence. And that I can help you with.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Reed leaned into Daniel, touching his cheek, then his chest, then the sides of his body, his movements so subtle that his weight was comforting, not uncomfortable, when he covered Daniel’s body with his own. “So,” he said, his breath soft across Daniel’s face. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Let myself be picked up by a complete stranger? I can’t say that I have.”

“I meant have sex with a man.”

“Oh. Well, I had a relationship with my guardian’s... um... son. But our thing kind of fizzled. He’s a lot older than me, and always had to be in control.”

Understatement. And he knew he was giving the impression with his offhand tone that it wasn’t a big deal, or maybe even that the sex wasn’t that great, although the tender moments with Roderick had been amazing. There just weren’t enough of them. Roderick always preferred blood over sex, so when they did get close in that way, it was because one manipulated the other, by bargain or agreement, so there was a level of obligation involved. It was never as spontaneous as this.

Reed must have read more into that than Daniel intended, because he touched Daniel’s left cheek, tracing the faint scars there. “Did he do this?”

Daniel shook his head, raised his own hand to push Reed’s away. When they were new, the claw marks on his face had been raised and bright red, but with the help from DeVante’s blood they had settled and faded to fine white lines. This amazing vampire body.

“Nah, that’s from an accident that happened a long time ago.” If he thought more about the bitch than that, he’d lose his erection.

Reed trailed a finger down Daniel’s chest, stopping to toy with his nipple. “I’m a lot older than you, too.” He pinched Daniel’s nipple, hard.

Daniel’s heart jumped. And his cock.

Reed’s words were clear and deliberate. “And make no mistake, lad, I am in control.”

“I know,” Daniel whispered, staring up at him. “I’m okay with that.”

Reed lifted his body and coaxed Daniel with his hands to lie on his stomach. Kneaded his shoulders, kissed his neck; trailing a line of kisses and gentle bites all the way down his spine until his mouth, his tongue, dipped right into... Daniel blushed to even think of it. Roderick had done the same thing to him once, a long time ago, and it had been just as embarrassing. He couldn’t imagine doing that to anyone, ever. And he felt a thrill of fear that he might be asked to return the favor. Reed’s tongue stabbing into him sent tremors through Daniel’s whole body, making his muscles tight and loose at the same time. Making him cry out Reed’s name, not even sure what he was begging for.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

SM Johnson ~ project update ~ The New Dungeon

Good morning, my Darklings! I have been well, and I hope ya'll have been having a wonderful summer.

A quick update on the writing front...

DeVante's Coven (Revamped) has been to beta readers and I'm in the process of working through edits. I'm still on target to publish this one before the end of the month, and super pleased with the rewrite.

An interesting development on this series - I've more or less figured out where the next book starts, and it is not at all what I'd planned for Book 3, so that's weirdly exciting.

Writing is such an interesting process. Way back in, oh, 1991, when I started writing my first book ever, DeVante's Children, my plan for the vampire Roderick was that he would be nothing more than a catalyst between DeVante and Daniel. And then he was supposed to politely exit stage left and stop mucking up my stories.

Well. It seems as if Roderick will NEVER stop mucking up my stories, and while he was never supposed to even BE a main character, he has somehow become THE main character. And all this happened against my will.

Sometimes I feel as if the story isn't even mine - like I'm nothing more than a conduit. Heh.

Roderick is playful and wicked, but not too wicked... and he emulates the Vampire Lestat, although he isn't nearly old enough to compete on Lestat's level.




Okay, so there's the vampire update.

Now, what you're all waiting for (grin) and update on the next DUNGEON book.

Yep, I know it.

It goes like this.... a new idea! (ding-ding-ding-lightbulb).

Book FIVE is titled Aftermath. Well, technically it's titled The New Dungeon: Aftermath.

Ya'll probably know that Roman sold the club called Above the Dungeon to help pay Jeff's medical bills, right? Yeah. So the club has a new owner, and it's now simply called The Dungeon. Dare's cousin, Maddox-call-me-Doc, is the current manager. Doc comes up with a fun little thing called Members Only night, because the new club is kind of tame compared to the old club, and Doc thinks if he creates a safe play space, people will come.

Of course they will!

Like Thomas, Dare, and Zach. And an old friend from book 1 makes a reappearance with all kinds of complicated crap (and a kitten). Weird, hmm?

Kinky fuckery happens. Life stuff happens. You know my books. Well, okay, nothing as bad as someone breaking their neck happens, so don't get too nervous. But yanno... sometimes life kicks your ass.

So that's Aftermath. And it's about 2/3 written - so I'm right on target for a fall release. "Fall" meaning before November 1st, because, well, NaNoWriMo starts on November 1st.

And during NaNo I intend to complete the first draft of DUNGEON book 6, which will be titled Nervous. (Technically... The New Dungeon: Nervous).

And THIS book will be somewhat different, in that there's only ONE romantic/sexy pairing.

Gods, I know! How will I write a whole book with just one (or possibly two) point of view characters? Such a challenge!

You will get to know the guys in Nervous (Avery and Julian) very, very well. And it will be hot. Trust.

When I'm done with book 5, I'll find some photos and post and excerpt and introduce ya'll to Avery and Julian, but that's getting a little ahead of myself.

Oh, but just so you know, Avery's a member of The Dungeon... so don't spazz, you'll get to see what some of the other boys are getting up to now and then (grin).

Ok, so there's the update. DeVante's Coven will be released this month. The New Dungeon: Aftermath will be released by November 1, 2016. A Dungeon book with new characters will be released Spring or Summer 2017.

Oh! And depending how well I manage my schedule, Reserved, the short story, will eventually become a full novel.

Whew! I'm really excited!

Take care, my Darklings. Let's stay in touch!

If you like my FB page, SM Johnson Writes, you can hear from me a bit more regularly.


~SM

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

~SM Johnson ~ Leelah Alcorn ~ #transstories

I recently posted to my FB page an essay written by the partner of a transgender man. It was a bit of an enlightening experience to see this journey from a seldom heard from point of view.

I would like to feature more transgender stories on this blog and on the SM Johnson Writes page on Facebook, so if you know anyone who might be interested in sharing a story, please direct them my way. I'd be willing to edit for anyone not confident of their writing skills, and protect a person's identity if they prefer.

I want to create more LGB and Trans safe spaces.

This line of thought reminds me that I want to post #Leelah Alcorn's tumblr note here periodically. Leelah was a human being driven to suicide by her family's refusal to accept her for who she is. No, more than that, they PUNISHED her and ISOLATED her using parental control tactics, as if she were a puppy that just needed to be trained up right.

Pretty sure I've said this before - we have the honor of raising children to become individual, autonomous people. We do not own them. There is no inherent rule that children should turn out just how the parents want them to be. To even think such a thing is utter bullshit.


Leelah’s Note:

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.
Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “f*** you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a s**t about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like s**t because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a s**t which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s f***ed up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,


(Leelah) Josh Alcorn