Imagining Characters

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What's it like being a male porn star?

Here's an interesting question I found in forum:  Have you ever imagined what it's like to be a male porn star?

Interesting question. When I was younger and naive I thought "Wow. What a cool job!" Obviously as a male, I am ill equipped to determine the physical requirements for the female actors, but it is not outside of the realm of speculation for me to imagine what male actors go through.

First of all, unless you are in possession of some abnormal anatomical feature like John Holmes or Ron Jeremy, you are just a prop. The primary audience for porn flicks are men, and they aren’t looking at the male actors. Worse, your job is to get hard, stay hard, in uncomfortable positions, while being filmed, under temperature extremes, with frequent stops to change camera angles, readjust makeup, and follow the director’s orders. Then you have to ejaculate practically on command, and not in the way most of us handle it...buried in our lover. You have to do it standing up, after sex, but during a blowjob. Sex on porn flicks isn’t real sex. It’s...uh...well...I’m not sure what it is.

That sounds like the worst fucking job on the planet. Yeah, you get to hang out with beautiful girls, but a turn on? I doubt it. Unless those guys have more brain in their dick than their heads, when they get off from work they go looking for some cute little brunette with real breasts who wants to be cuddled, enfolded, and wrapped around. Then they sink into a soft mattress in the dark, pull the covers over themselves and their honey, and enjoy quiet sweet love making in the missionary position.

As an erotic fiction writer, I also find most porn flicks to be of the PWOP (Porn WithOut Plot) variety. Playboy figured out they needed plot on the television channel years ago and started making shows that had sex, but had a story as well. The acting wasn’t incredible, but it wasn’t bad either. Porn without plot is like sex without foreplay. You can do it, but its not as fun.

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Vagaries of Life

I didn't get any writing done yesterday because of an excruciating headache and two fussy children hovering at my knee.  I did spend some time mapping out an up and coming photo shoot though, trying to figure out what poses I wanted, props needed, equipment to buy...that sort of thing.

There is so much prep work that goes into the most trivial of things if you want them to turn into something elegant and sophisticated.  Little things like "do I need to get silver nipple clamps for the shoot because the black anodized ones won't show up in front of the black muslin background?"

Ah...the vagaries of life, yes?

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Elegance In All Things

Abduction Complete!

UFO's are all the rage right now!  What happens when two co-workers are snatched after a night's work?  Does there relationship change?  Dana Garon and Chris Miller find out just what tentacle sex really means!

Dana’s body rocked with the impact, her eyes widening in physical astonishment.  The retraction occurred again followed by another forceful infiltration, rocking her body on the metal slab despite the bondage straps.  Dana couldn’t help herself as the probe began fucking her in earnest while the sensory stimulators on her body seemed to rotate their torments.  Her mind shut down anything even resembling coherent thought as it strove to assimilate the incoming nervous pulses.  Someone had taken a pair of pliers to her breast.  A hot needle was being shoved through her clit.  A small barrel cactus was being rammed up through her pussy.  An ice dildo several inches too thick was sliding up and down her ass, only to be replaced by a metal phallus that was glowing hot.

All sorts of fun!  The story is finished and I can't wait to let people read it!

Twas the Night Before Christmas

A short Christmas Story 

From Michael Alexander Stoires

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

Breanne was sitting, silent in her chair

Tied up naked, a bow in her hair.

A tight cloth gag had been placed through her lips

And a large pink vibrator was buried between her hips.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

Breanne pulled on her bonds, wondering what was the matter.

“Had Santa finally arrived?” She thought.

“When would begin the sexual onslaught?”

In some houses it was custom to leave milk and cookies.

But in this quiet house it was sexual nookies.

Bre had been left by the fire tied and gagged

A sweet Christmas treat for Santa to shag.

The moon on the breast of the tied up sweet

Was creamy and light with promise complete.

And then in a twinkling there was noise on the roof

Of a large red sleigh and sixteen hoof.

As she twisted and turned, looking around

Down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, garnished in white

Indeed to Breanne he was quite a sight!

His eyes were dark, like chocolate or night

And his cheeks were ruddy, like fire light.

On his back was a bundle, a bag, or a sack

That was filled with the usual old knickknack.

He turned as he landed, all sprightly and quick,

And saw the bound girl, did old St. Nick.

“Well well, I’ll be.” Said Santa with pleasure

This sure beats cookies, carrots, even treasure!

He reached out a hand to give a little pinch

To Breanne's nipple.  It was a cinch!

She moaned at his touch, the vibrator humming

St. Nick’s hands caressed slowly strumming.

He was unusually adept, lifting her up

Bending her over so she was bottoms up.

The large silver buckle came loose in a flash

And the black belt swung in a large heavy slash

To strike Breanne’s bottom with a terrible blow

She gasped as the tears began to flow

Santa it seemed, did not really care

And let loose with his belt on her poor derriere

Until she was red all over the her butt

And Santa knew she was ready, the slut!

He knelt down behind her and pulled out the plug

That was buzzing and shaking inside tight and snug.

He tossed it aside and dropped his pants

And pulled out his cock for a quick little dance.

Breanne groaned out loud as he drove himself deep

Pushing and thrusting in one fell sweep.

And then St. Nick groaned as he came in her guts

Spewing and throbbing as he emptied his nuts

In moments it was over and he stood up quick

Pulled up his pants and covered his stick.

He picked up the sex toy with a laugh and a grin

Positioned it perfectly and sank it within.

With a twist of his fingers the buzzing increased

Within Bre’s well which was thoroughly greased.

He set her back down on the seat with care

And pulled silver clamps from his pocket – a pair!

As Breanne moaned in sexual torment

The cruel bite of clamps on her nipples was spent.

Santa, the resourceful elf that he was

Pulled some rope from his pocket along with some fuzz.

Loops around knees and ankles and chair

Resulted in Breanne’s exposure down there.

Santa, with a wink, pulled out a small clip

And bent with delight to her small pouting lips

Breanne squealed loud as the clamp closed and bit

The tenderest nub, her swollen wet clit.

Santa, he laughed, at her tough situation

Sexually tormented and filled with frustration.

To be left tied and stuffed until Christmas morn

Her body, orgasming hard until it was worn.

“Breanne” Santa said. “I’ve had a delightful time.”

“Much better than cookies and milk on a dime!”

“So I will leave you now all trussed up and presented

As a gift from me who you’ve left contented.”

He moved to his sack and pulled out a box

With Breanne’s name in black letter blocks

“This is my present to a naughty pain slut

Who gave Santa a chance to spank a cute little butt.”

“Inside you’ll find everything on your list.

Clamps, the handcuffs, even a dildo with a twist”

Breanne looked on wide eyed as he moved away

As he prepared to head up, back to his sleigh.

She twisted and moaned, in orgasmic bliss

As he gave her a wink and a soft blown kiss.

And then he was gone, up the chimney he rose

By laying a finger aside his nose

In his wake, lit by Christmas tree light

Was Breanne, the slut, in sexual plight.

The clock on the mantle showed a quarter to three.

Only five more hours until she’d be freed.

Five hours more of vibrations and cumming

Tears sprang to her eyes it was so mind numbing.

And up on the rooftop she heard a shrill whistle,

The crack of a whip and a laugh filled with gristle.

But she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

“Merry Christmas Breanne.  Geeze you were tight!”

 --- Hope everyone has a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Just got done writing the CYOD "Taking Stock"!

Just an excerpt:

With slow regular swings you bring the paddle crashing down upon her ass, watching it clench desperately around the thick plug as her hips roll.  Each stroke pushes her back, bending her so her sex is even more exposed and the flat leather coated tool begins to slap wetly against her sex, the raised welted lines burning agonizingly against the slick leather.  She cries out again and you release her left nipple and move your hand to the other breast, pulling the wooden clothespin off the delicate nub.  Breanne yelps as the clamp falls on the floor and you grab hold of her teat, pinching and pulling as the paddle continues a steady beat against her rear.

Her hips thrust backward, almost meeting your strokes as her body tingles and the lines between pain and pleasure blur into meaningless haze.  You release her breast and grab hold of the plug, twisting the base back and forth like a washing machine, working it in and out.  You tug it partially free of her ass and then lift the paddle again, smashing it back deeply into her body with a painful smack that makes her cry out, arching her back and standing on tip toe.

Facebook Page Activated

All this social networking is kind of fun.  The Facebook page is now up and running and I've gotten pretty much matching descriptions on everything. 

MySpace Profile Up!

The Official Michael Alexander MySpace Profile is up and running.  Now I just need to get the Facebook stuff going...

All this social networking!  But it's very important.  I need to reach people.

I Need One Of These

I can't help thinking that this little toy could be a lot of fun to use on someone cute, nubile, and beautiful.  I HAVE to use this in a story!

      And then he grinned as he picked up the wand, thoroughly lubricating the entire length.  She stared, wide eyed as he held it above her, straining against the ropes that held her spreadeagled upon the bed.  With a sly wink he positioned the silver tip between her legs, lightly touching it against her clit.  She tensed, frightened of what it might do to her body, but nothing happened.  She tightened herself as he pushed, impaling her upon the large phallus like a demented and perverted Vlad.  With a groan she closed her eyes, dealing with the cool metal penetration.

      He left it in for a moment and turned back to the machine.  It seemed to hum and she looked over, trying to understand what was happening.  He glanced at her, eyes boring down into hers, his thumb over the red button.  She could feel the metal probes, one inside her, one mashed against her clit.  She shook her head, tongue working against the gag.  Then he smiled and activated the machine.

Yum...any volunteers?

An Excerpt from "The Invitation"

I just finished a new short story entitled "The Invitation"!  Here is an excerpt!  Read the whole thing at www.michaelalexanderstories.com!  once we get the site up!    

  With delicate fingers Angie unbuttoned the small silver clasp at the front of the shorts.  The zipper came down next and then she began to push them down, shimmying out of the white cotton material.  If anyone had been watching they would have seen a well-rounded ass, almost perfect in color and shape, atop a set of creamy white thighs.  A closer inspection would have revealed another interesting fact: a series of faded welts crisscrossed both cheeks, marring the smooth skin.  Angie stepped out of the shorts, leaving them on the ground beneath her.  She looked back up at Kat, standing totally naked.  Something new appeared in Kat’s hand and the dark brunette cringed as Kat held it out.

            “Really?” Angie asked, her voice almost a whimper.

            “Oh yeah.  You’re going to have to learn not to leave your keys at home.”  Kat said, the smile disappearing from her face.  “And every time you do this it will get just a bit worse.  You should be happy it’s just the nipple clamps this time.  Next time you do this I’m going to hand you a ten inch dildo.”  Kat shook out the nipple clamps, two small metal alligator clips connected with a chain.  Angie reached out and took them, wincing at the thought of the metal teeth biting into her delicate nubs. She pinched the ends, one in each hand, and lifted them up to her breasts.  It didn’t make sense to wait, since the longer she took to finish her punishment, the more likely it was that she would be seen.  She let the first clamp close and she hissed as a sharp rush of pain burgeoned in her right breast.  She flinched slightly and then let the other clamp shut, her eyes closing as she adjusted to the biting pressure.  The sound of her keys falling on the concrete floor of the balcony forced her back to the present and she opened her eyes just in time to see the door closing.  The sound of the lock turning made her sigh.

            She looked down at the ground.  Her shorts and shirt were gone, leaving her the backpack, purse, and fallen keys.  She bent down quickly and snatched everything up, fumbling to find the key to the apartment.  It slipped into the lock and she pushed the door open, stumbling into the cool apartment as she hastened inside.

Now Hiring!

NOW HIRING!

Michael Alexander Productions is looking for a female between the ages of 18 and 27, weight 95 to 125 lbs, for a semi-nude (top only) one hour modeling session. No face shots needed. Hair color does not matter, though auburn is a plus. No major tattoos. Must have ID. $50. You will need to bring three outfits (two casual, one dress), open toed high heel shoes any color, and a playful cheerful attitude. We're a startup erotic BDSM fiction website and need some closeup photos/illustrations to flesh out the look and feel of the website. There will be a few shots requiring you to wear a set of handcuffs and/or bondage cuffs, and a lightly attached set of nipple clamps. There will be no actual sexual activity or REAL bondage. You're more than welcome to bring a friend to the shoot.


If you are interested please contact me at michaelalexander7575@yahoo.com

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The Beginning

My name is Michael Alexander. I am the author of over twenty four works of erotic BDSM fiction including two novels. Starting in 2002 I began posting this erotic fiction online. I tried a variety of different libraries, but eventually settled on the BDSM Library, and I have continued to post my work on that library forum for over half a decade. Amazingly, my stories have been read by thousands, with new fans joining every month! I am a dominant personality, preferring to be in charge and on top, rather than submit, and my writing reflects that. Even in stories where male characters are on the bottom, there is a quiet dignity to their personality, a self control that not even submission can extinguish. I prefer to allow my work to represent me, but curiosity remains.

Physically, I am a rather nondescript individual. I am of average height, average weight, with an average complexion, average thinning light brown hair, below average eyesight which necessitates wearing glasses, and a taste in clothing witch leans heavily toward presentable khakis and Oxford button down shirts. While not much into sports, I have been spotted playing racquetball, cycling, and fencing, but you are more likely to pass me and my wife on a hiking trail or out kayaking.

Right now my team and I are working on getting www.michaelalexanderstories.com up and running! I can't wait! I have a real webmaster, a manga artist, an editor, and plenty of material to share! Hopefully everything comes together by January 1st!