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Writer of stories. Weaver of dreams. Creator of fantasies.
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Hi all! I had my first interview as a writer by Shawna Cummings, a reviewer, interviewer, and great author herself! I’ll post the transcript of it, but I also want to link to her blog. She has a fantastic book coming out shortly (I think she just finished formatting it today). She gave me an early read and it was swoon worthy!
Here’s the link to it on her blog.
Welcome back to my Hot Tub! Today, we are honored and truly humbled by the presence of a gorgeous woman that I am totally in like with, erotica author Aleson Alexander, a sexy denizen of the Rocky Mountains. Aleson currently has seven ebooks out and has only been publishing professionally since September of 2019. She writes several different topics, which we’ll delve into during this piece, which I hope will certainly titillate you and get you to check out Allie’s books.
And for the record, only I am allowed to call her Allie.
Shawna Cummings: Well hello, gorgeous Aleson! That rainbow bikini is quite something. Almost like a kaleidoscope in my eyes!
Aleson Alexander: *blushes* What, this old thing? No, I wanted to wear this to celebrate you, sweetheart!
SC: I definitely appreciate the boost in the morale, given the way it lifts and enhances your delicious bust. And speaking of delicious, sweetie, I believe I have picked out an amazing Riesling that I know from experience is your absolute favorite.
AA: OMFG you are a doll! Fill that glass up, and I’ll tell you when to stop.
SC: I hope you never want me to stop. So tell my readers/horny minions about yourself, and make sure you give us those sexy stats so they can fantasize about you while reading.
AA: Well, I’m Aleson, which I know is kind of a weird spelling, but then I’m a weird person. I love writing erotic romance and erotica more than just about anything else in the world. You can see from my writing that I’m really into making sure that people see the visuals just as I do, so here’s some visuals… Red-orange hair, pale milk-white skin, bright green eyes, 5’7″, 134lbs, size 6, 36B, size 9 shoe. Feel free to masturbate to that. I won’t be offended. In fact, I’ll take it as a compliment. 🙂
SC: In our talks together, I know you’re a woman that is incredibly proud of her sexual freedom *proud woman hugs… shivers as our breasts rub together*. When did you discover your sexuality? How old were you? Who was the one person that really unlocked it?
AA: Mmm…nothing feels as good against your breasts against another pair of breasts. That sensual feeling makes you want to do such naughty things. Ahem, anyway. I don’t like gender as an idea, as a way to classify people. I just think people are people and if someone interests you then you should approach them. If they aren’t interested, don’t worry about it and just move on to the next person who catches your eye. I don’t consider myself bisexual or even pansexual, at least as I understand those words. I consider myself omnisexual. I can’t say that I’ve coined the term, though I’ve never heard anyone else besides me use it. I have Cat explain it, but I realize that I haven’t published that one yet, so here it is in a nutshell: The only thing that I need to be attracted to someone is…something. What that something is, I have no idea. I’ve stopped trying to figure it out. None of my love interests seem to have anything in common other than that they are all human. I just go with it now. It doesn’t matter if you’re female or male, trans or cis, short or tall, fat or skinny, 21 or 71, wheelchair-bound or marathon ready. Just have that something and I’m yours.
I was introduced to sex extremely young. I hadn’t set foot in school yet. There was a lot of stuff going on, but during a brief respite, I remember being in a bed laying between two friends, a boy and a girl, and thinking that I wanted to touch them both so much. That’s when I knew that I didn’t love boys or girls; I love people.
SC: How long have you been in love with the written word? How does writing make you feel?
AA: I’ve loved writing almost as long as I can remember. Writing makes me feel free. It’s transportive. When I write, I feel like I am letting people in on this seeing this amazing world that I see and I want them to be as awed as I am by it. I write poetry as well.
SC: I want to talk with you about your yummy books and serials, because if there’s one thing I love about your work, it’s your style. It’s care-free and intimate all at once. You have such skill with the pen. You have this knack for pulling the reader into the scene, and into bed with the characters. What’s your secret?
AA: *gives you a quick peck on the cheek* Thank you for saying that. I’ve been told that my style is ‘weird’ all of my life, but no one can tell me what they mean by that. What I do is no secret. I try to take the reader by the hand and bring them through the portal of the pages into the world that I see. I want them to walk with me for a while so that I can show them this wondrous place that I dwell in. If I can share just a tiny bit of that with them, it fills me with joy.
SC: You have several different serials going on, and I know you also write about hotwives, transgender women, and… *sighs contentedly*… futas. The one serial of yours that I have devoured lately is about Christine, and she is transgender. How did you get into her skin to accurately portray this young woman who, when we meet her, is obviously gun shy about relationships?
AA: Every one of my characters is me from a different angle. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see Christine. Sometimes I see Cat. Sometimes I see Leslie. I haven’t always been as brave as I am now, so I know how hard it can be to put yourself out there. I know how you can find it so much easier to keep to yourself. I know how bad it can hurt when someone rejects you for who you are. Sometimes that hurt is emotional and sometimes it’s physical.
SC: So, futas… one of my favorite things to read about, and you have a yummy story, Futa’s Birthday Surprise, that I indulged in a little personal pleasure on Saturday *winks*. I love these three main characters in Mira and Emmy, and Mira’s husband Mike. Emmy’s husband Jim is more of a supporting character. Why is there such a yummy dynamic between Mira and Emmy, and are there plans for a sequel?
AA: I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I periodically enjoy it myself from time to time and I’m the one who wrote it *winks*. Mira and Emmy are me and another friend. Their sparks are our sparks. That’s why it’s so intense…it’s real. She and her husband have since moved across the country, but we still text several times a week. She is a very dear friend and her husband is a great guy. Their daughter calls me her aunt. Yes, I do plan to do a sequel. Mike and Jim will play bigger parts and there’ll be some interesting twists and turns that I hope send shivers up your spine and fingers down your panties.
SC: And you have another couple of books, one a futa story about Cherie, and a hotwife tale that challenges hotwifing norms. Hope you can speak to those two books.
AA: Well, Cherie actually started out as a simple alpha male non-consent on a drunk woman scene, just to test myself to see if I could write it. Then I thought, the scene is hot, but it’s too common, too boring. Then I read something that got me thinking about my own appreciation of futas. I started thinking that it’s not really much of a step to imagine that it’s a futa who takes advantage of her, that I could make it a bit more consensual with the same intensity, and that if this man-eating woman has this experience, how might it change her, causing it to end in a strong lesfic vibe.
Leslie came about because, well, some guys just don’t know how to fuck. Can I say that? What they need is an older, more experienced woman to teach them. But what if that woman was happily married with kids? Why do all hotwife books have to involve weak sub husbands who turn into sad, pathetic cucks? How can I take these ideas and put them together into something special? I get emails all the time about how people love that book. I just wish they’d post more reviews.
There’s more futa stuff coming. It’s going to be two or three books with the same characters. I’ve already started it, but I have so much else to write, and so much else going in my private life, that I probably won’t get to finish them until next year. There’s also a new hotwife book that breaks norms, but again, so much to do and so little time to write. And a hardcore BDSM book. And an erotic lesfic romance. And a fun peek into a married couple’s life who are happy but feel the need to spice things up a bit. And a..well, I don’t even know what to call it. Supernatural, I guess? And so many more across so many genres.
SC: In knowing you and getting to know you *purrs*, and we’ve kind of touched on this, I’ve noticed you put a lot of yourself into certain characters. Does that make it easier for you to write them and the dynamics they have with other characters?
AA: *reaches out and places a hand on your throat* Have you ever rested your hand on a cat’s throat while it purrs? It’s a lovely sensation. Oh, right. Putting parts of myself inside someone *cough* makes it way, way easier. When you become these people, you experience what they experience. Christine: Courtship still makes me laugh and I know all the funny bits. Christine: Love sends tingles to my naughty places. Christine: Pain makes me cry every single time. Each of them has a similar effect on me. I’m remembering what Christine remembers, so I can have that breakdown. I’m seeing her through Alex’s eyes, so I can coax her back from the edge. I’m Jason, so I know how overwhelming it is to be in someone like Cat’s presence. I’m Cat, so I understand the different forms of domination and how to use each one appropriately. And so on.
SC: Now, let’s get to what everyone comes here to see… *takes my bikini top off, grabs my glass of Riesling and slides over to Aleson’s side*… Hi gorgeous. If you were to meet a beautiful man or woman and if you were single, how would they be able to seduce Aleson Alexander? What would they have to do to make you melt?
AA: *grins mischievously and one-ups you by taking everything off* Be smart. Be funny. Be able to hold a conversation. What are your thoughts on the different models of closed vs open versions of the universe? What do you think about Cai Guo-Qiang’s art? Which comedian do you like better — Bill Hicks or Bill Burr, and why? I don’t mind if you start out a little nervous, but if you come at me with that alpha male crap, I’m going to punch you in the face, cuff you to a breeding post, and do terrible things to you until you admit that you like it. Don’t mention billionaires to me. Don’t say nigger, tranny, gurl, or boi. Show me a sincere, genuine smile. Let me hear you laugh a hearty belly laugh. Don’t be afraid to try something that you never have before when I take you home.
SC: Thank you so much Aleson for coming into my Hot Tub and chatting with me about your books, your characters, and your sexy self. But as you know, you don’t have to leave, baby…
AA: Leave? Who said anything about leaving? We still have so much *kisses Shawna’s neck* to *kisses it again, touches the outside curve of my hostess’s breast* talk *and again, thumbs her nipple to life* about…
Be sure to check out Aleson on Amazon, Twitter, and Facebook!
In Pink – Part-One of the “Domains” Series : Where female domination meets upscale vacation by Miss Irene Clearmont
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
When I read Miss Irene Clearmont’s work, I never know what to say. She steals my thoughts as well as my breath.
Miss Irene Clearmont’s work is not for everyone. It is strong, powerful, intense, and unforgiving. It is deep and complex, oftentimes dark, and not for the weak-willed or faint of heart. You can’t come at her casually. You have to be prepared to invest thought, focus, and intent. However, you will be greatly rewarded. She asks not for your love, but only for your unwavering loyalty and devotion, and in return she will grant you access into worlds beyond your ken.
Her focus is probably considered niche, but I strongly suspect there are far more women and even more men who find it enticing than are willing to admit.
I liken her writing to classical literature. I freely admit that I study it. I want to understand how she can evoke such fantastic images with comparatively little description. This isn’t to say that she doesn’t describe things. On the contrary, she does and quite well. What amazes me is just how much she can conjure for the words that she uses. I think it is simply that she gives you just enough to stimulate your imagination in the direction that she wants you to go, but then lets it take over in painting the picture. When I write, I want you to see exactly what I see. She lets you see whatever you want, as long as you follow the path that she has laid out for you.
The pacing is perfect. It never drags and it never rushes. Her word choice is always just right. The characters are vivid, full and complete people who could walk off the page. The prose is elegant. The dialogue is engaging. The humor is subtle. You can read it over and over again and find something new each time.
You may have noticed that I haven’t actually said anything about the book. I’m not going to. I will not spoil even a single word. It is magnificent. It is stunning. It is a bargain at any price. You will not be able to put it down and you will be thankful for the opportunity to have read it.
From Sissy to Sensational by M.C. Questgend
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
One of the things that I like most about M.C. Questgend is that she focuses on the exploration of gender in a variety of different ways. Like most of us, there are many facets of ourselves that we are often hesitant or uncomfortable connecting with and allowing ourselves to experience. She always seems to be able to weave a new and interesting take on characters looking inside themselves.
Our hero, Jamie, begins his journey young and has the benefit of an older sibling who sees no harm in it and is supportive. Not everyone in Jamie’s life is so understanding. Jamie’s aunt, who seems like she would be someone that he could turn to for guidance turns out not to be, perhaps more from a sense of violation than anything else. Jamie’s mother, however, is a cruel woman who is more concerned about how she is perceived by others than she is her son’s need for a mother’s love and care. She forcibly inflicts her own ignorance and misconceptions on him vindictively, something which Jamie finds the strength to endure and eventually overcome.
Fortunately, Jamie finds guidance from a mentor who is quick to teach him that he must never let anyone take advantage of or disrespect him regardless of his path. I was a bit disappointed that M.C. had fallen into a trope, but then she cleverly showed me that she had just set me as the reader up to think that, and spun me in a different direction. Jamie learns that there will always be people who fear what they don’t understand, but there will also always be people who embrace the unknown and will help you on your journey. Jamie learns that strength comes from within and it is okay to express yourself in whatever way you need to. Embracing your softer side doesn’t make you weak, and a man can still be successful in both business and life, even if he enjoys the feeling of silk panties and lace stockings.
One of my favorite things to tell people is “Be who you are.” Once again, M.C. shows us that she understands what I mean when I say that as clearly as I do, and demonstrates the deep truth and necessity of that statement in finding happiness in a clever and entertaining story.
Cuckolded by the Futa Motorcycle Club by Sally Bend
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Wow. Just wow. This book is not for the faint of heart. It is very intense. It’s not so much the individual bits. It’s when you take them all together in one continuous story that it kind of blows your mind. Sally is careful to make sure that you understand that Sissy Princess is ecstatic about his place and position subordinate to his Goddess. There is none of the humiliation that is so common is cuckold stories. In fact, Carolyn, Sissy Princess’ wife and Goddess treats him quite well, giving him everything his little heart desires. He is never actually cuckolded until he, in his own way, also makes a cuckquean of his wife at the same time. He knows his place, and even though he so pleases the Queen that he is given an exalted position in the Club, his loyalty is always first and foremost to his Goddess. For him, even the Queen must ask Carolyn’s permission before he follows her commands. And when he becomes the first sissy futa bride, both his Goddess and the Queen pay homage to him. In the end, his unwavering devotion earns him every sissy’s dream. Sally has created a masterpiece of futa, sissy, and cuckold stories, showing her incredible talent as a writer and a dreamer of the possibilities inherent in genderfluidity. If futanari, cuckolding, or willing and consensual sissification hold even the slightest interest for you, this is the book that you have been looking for.
Two months ago, I decided to write erotic and a erotic romance professionally. It’s my goal to make it full-time career. I’ve tried other things and nothing else brings me the same level of…joy…that I get when I’m writing a story with enough emotional intensity to make the reader cry or sex so hot the page bursts into flame. I wrap myself in these characters and I live their lives whether it’s just a few hours like with Leslie or Cherie, or years, like Christine or Cat. Then, I do my best to recount the experience for you.
I’d hoped that I’d be an award-winning, NYT bestseller by now, but I also know that’s completely unrealistic. But what are dreams if we only allow ourselves reality? The stuff I write doesn’t help either. You won’t ever see my books next to Stephen King’s. Still, this is what makes me happy. I wrote Christine: Pain and I still cry every time I read it. I’ve pleasured myself silly re-reading Futa Birthday Surprise. The part that boggles my mind is that I wrote them. Me. They are products of my own mind. I’ve written, re-written, deleted, changed, added, edited, re-read, edited, re-read, edited,…see where I’m going here? Yet, they still have that effect on my every time. It’s sincerely my greatest hope that other people get even a little of what I do out of them.
People ask me if I’m doing this – the writing thing – to explore my sexuality. I have to laugh at that. I’ve been exploring my sexuality since I was born and I’ll continue to do so until I die. This has nothing to do with that. This is about me finally finding something that makes me truly happy that I just might be able to make a career out of.
The career part is the trick though. I’ve got to get enough books out there to have a decent sized catalog for people to work through. I’ve got to get people to actually take a chance on them and read them in the first place. Christine has stellar reviews. They all do. But I have to get them out there and get enough people reading them. That’s the hard part. That’s what I’m working on, and it is indeed a lot of work. It’s definitely NOT the fun part, but it is necessary if I’m going to quit my day job. So, if you see my advertising spam, or find me fumbling my way through Facebook and Twitter while I’m trying to generate enough income that I can afford to pay for someone else to do the real promotion, so that I can, in turn, actually spend more time doing the writing part that I love so much, please be patient. Better yet, take a chance. Pick up Christine: Courtship. I guarantee you’ll like it.
Sometimes, I just know that my book is good. Really good. I reread it and I’m proud of what I’ve written. I think everyone else will enjoy it if they give it a chance. Like Christine: Courtship. I know it’s a fantastic erotic romance, and I’ve got 8 5-star reviews on Goodreads to prove it. It’s just a matter of getting people to try them – marketing – something I’ve barely begun to scratch the surface of.
Sometimes, I’m not sure. I mean, I think I did a good job, but I’m not sure that I hit the mark that I was aiming for. That was the case with Cherie’s Awakening: A Futa Story. So, when a renowned connoisseur and futanari specialist with some incredible books under her belt said “I’m going to take a look at one of your futa books”, I was both excited and a little scared that she wouldn’t like it. I need not have feared. She gave it 5 stars and wrote a short review. This is what she had to say:
“Something I absolutely love in erotic fiction is taking the journey with a woman as she discovers her love for other women. Cherie’s Awakening delivers just that, and with such yummy detail! Not only was Cherie’s unplanned fling with her futa lover a delight to read, but the icing on the cake was the sensual self-love scene that follows (self-love in erotica is so important and so much fun to read!). An excellent story, and I truly hope this isn’t the last we see of Cherie.”
Christine: Pain is out and available now! Super sexy and emotionally intense – here’s a little excerpt:
I panicked and I’m sure that it was evident on my face. She let me twist for a minute, before flashing me that devilish grin. She’d been messing with me. I glared at her playfully. “Grr! You stinker! I’m going to…”
“What?” She raised an eyebrow, then ran her hand through her hair and put her chin out. “What are you going to do? Take me home and spank me?” She smirked.
Her sudden boldness caught me off-guard. “M-maybe. Maybe I won’t. You don’t know!”
She chuckled and grabbed my hands, giving them a couple of quick squeezes. “I know exactly what’s going to happen. We’re going to eat some amazing cheesecake with two spoons just like a romance movie, then go for a walk just like in a romance movie, then go home, get naked, and you’re going to spank me like in a different kind of movie.” The look in her eyes instantly gave me an erection. She held my gaze for a moment, then waved at our waitress. “We’ll be back in a moment. Just leave the cheesecake here at the table.” She turned to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the restaurant.
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Forewarning: If you are a conservative Christian or a Catholic, you may want to skip this one.
Confessing to the Futanari Nun by Ashe Valenti
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I went into this one not knowing much beyond the taboo connections between Catholicism and sexuality, and that futanari are undeniably extremely erotic beings. It certainly makes for an intriguing combination and one that can’t help but pique your interest. You have to ask yourself a few questions, such as “If we consider God’s crowning achievement to be creating and putting two naked people together that he imbued with healthy libidos and the urge to procreate, why would sex be a bad thing?”, “If nuns are the brides of God, does that mean the Creator is polyamorous?”, “Since ‘bride’ implies marriage and marriage carries the expectation of sex…?” and a few million more.
The story doesn’t waste any time getting to the place that you expect simply from the title, but it does it in a way that is as sincere as it is sexually charged. Valenti doesn’t mock or otherwise insult the church or its beliefs, instead showing that sensuality, sexuality, and spirituality can all be woven together into a harmonious union. In the process, we learn about the forgiveness that is often preached and that it must begin with ourselves. Conservative Christians and Catholics will undoubtedly get their panties in a twist, but mine were soaking wet and needed to be changed two or three times.
The Hucow Virus by L.A Laven
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I grabbed this one (freebie) because I find the hucow kink interesting, whether in the purely dairy or full breeding incarnations. It took a few days, but I did get around to it. That was a mistake. It desperately needed an editor. I mean desperately. Even a beta reader would have fixed 90+% of the issues.
The constant switching back and forth between past and present tense from sentence to sentence was very disorienting. Things were badly misspelled, had dropped letters, or randomly capitalized. Pronoun usage was confusing and sometimes I never did figure out who was being referred to. The word choices were often decidedly unsexy. For example, using ‘dig’ over and over (almost exclusively) to mean sliding a cock in and out was off-putting. As my mind was automatically building pictures to accompany the words, I started having issues there. Even the most skilled contortionist would tell you that the human body simply does not work that way or shape into those positions/configurations. The author seemed to forget whether he had the wife on her back or front. How do strangers come into your house and know where all your sex toys are? Especially, when you made a big deal out of hiding them from your husband. Does it not even occur to you to make a single comment on the fact that your neighbor just came into your house with a bunch of other random guys and started raping you without a word? Or even have an unexpressed thought about it? Can milk flow out of your nipples while they have clamps tight on them? How did they tie your husband up when they arrived empty-handed? Did they bring a rope that you didn’t mention? Did they use clothing? Why is everyone ‘leaving long ropes of cum all over my eggs’? Biology doesn’t work like that. I could go on.
It felt like a randomly computer-generated story trying cram lactation, big black cock, alpha male, group sex, non-consent, cuckold, slut wife (not hotwife), bukkake, D/s, and impregnation into 3,875 words (yes, I counted). Except the computer would have not made all the spelling and grammar mistakes.
I cannot recommend this one. At all. Ever. I don’t want to be harsh, mean, or unpleasant. I really don’t. It’s just bad.