Thursday, February 23, 2012

Trash and Vaudeville: stories by j.scott grand

My dad was a junkie I grew up in a world like Mr. Grand writes about. It was like looking at photos of my childhood and finally knowing what happened. It was oddly comforting for me.

Very surreal and lovely and yet erotic. I wasn't sure what to expect when picking this up, I found it through twitter. I read it all in one night. It felt like going home (thank you for that.) and probing my own psyche. I thought the over lap of the stories was breathtaking. The way you'd run into characters, but it be glaringly obvious.

The way the author was able to take something that is unappealing like the junkie lifestyle and still weave in erotic elements was amazing. He has the same sort of fevered pacing as Lydia Lunch's Paradoxia and the neither are for the faint of heart. Jellyfish was for me the stand out story. Ramona is the sort of girl I like (and wish I could be.) she sort of became beautiful out of horrific circumstances.

I also really felt even though these are fiction stories the author wrote them from experience. The voice didn't sound over dramatic (ie. Go Ask Alice) just honest and true. Even though he eroticses the lives of junkies he definitely does not glamorize them.

They just are.

While I wouldn't say this is everyone's erotica or their cup of tea it is very hot.
I recommend it and give it the muse stamp of approval. 4/5 squees!

Trash and Vaudeville: stories by j.scott grand

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Lies and Valentines

He told me to meet him at home. We had dinner plans, but something came up at the last minute. It happened, especially on holidays. Valentine's Day was no different. I knew his co-workers had significant others and they were a bit more enamored of the day than I was. However, I wasn't expecting to find what I did when I opened the door to our apartment.

It was dark, but not dark. I was shocked to see candles about the living room, lit and giving off an ambient glow. There was even music, and my boy, as much as I love him doesn't know a thing about music but what I have on my iTunes or chatter about. It was single-handedly the most romantic thing he had ever done.

“How do you like it?” he asked, adjusting the robe in an attempt to look more alluring. It was kind of funny, but I suppressed my grin.

“I thought you got stuck at work?” I asked, looking around to see what all he had done.

“Lies. All lies. I actually got out early so I could surprise you.”

I smiled a bit, “Well, you certainly went all out.. The robe is a bit much though.”

“Thought you might like it,” he said, starting to shrug out of it. “I could always take it off if you want. I don't have any problem being naked around you.”

“Go ahead. Take it off,” I said, watching him slip out of the robe, enjoying the little show he was putting on for me. He started walking towards me, moving to the music the best he could. Only a little off, but by that point I wasn't really paying attention to the music anymore.

The candle light flickered across his body, casting shadows against the muscles on his arms and thighs. I let myself drink him in, my eyes drifting down to his crotch, fixing on the growing girth between his legs. It never stopped impressing me, watching him grow erect, so I took matters into my own hands to speed up the process.

When he stood closer, half-grinding against me in pseudo-stripper fashion, I pushed him back a little and slid down to my knees, my hands bracing me as I pressed against his thighs. The scent of his cock was deep and rich as I dragged my tongue along the tender underside of his shaft. He groaned and stiffened as I slid my hand up under his pendulous balls, starting to cup and massage them.

A drop of precum spilled out of the head before I wrapped my lips around the swollen tip, taking him into my mouth. He groaned in appreciation and slid his hands through my hair, pulling the stray hairs back behind my head, grasping the loose strands into a more comforting ponytail.

My nails dug into his thigh as he pulled my hair, causing me to groan a little bit with his cock deep in my throat. I milked him with my tongue and lips, coaxing the heavy balls as I rotated them in my smaller hand. He was always so big, even his balls made me feel small. I looked up to see him looking down at me. Our eyes met and he tugged my hair hard. The sharp sense of pain caused my body to buckle a little bit before stuffing as much of him into my mouth as much as I could.

The fit was snug, and I swallowed hard, sending him a whole other wave of sensation running up along his spine. I knew his body, we had been together for quite a while. I also knew he was going to try and be the big man and hold out, make me work for it. Moaning, I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in, pressing my face against his body. It was hard, his thick cock keeping my throat stretched as I swallowed it over and over again, pumping it with my throat as I lightly squeezed his balls.

A sharp tug of my hair was the most immediate sign of how close he was. He tried to pull me off, but I kept going, torturing him before pushing him completely over the edge, making his cum gush out of his cock, coating the back of my throat.

Swallowing again, I let him empty his heavy balls in my mouth, looking up at him as I savored each drop. I smiled as I pulled my head away, licking my lips. “How about we go to the bedroom so you can finish giving me my gift,” I said with a wicked tone, starting to get to my feet.

“Mmmm, Indeed,” he said as he scooped me up, carrying me towards our bedroom. “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day to you too.”