Tuesday, February 09, 2010

$$$


Today has been one of those days. I know. It's only 1:15. I got blood work back that my primary care physician says means I need to hit an endocrinologist. The endo she recommended doesn't take our health insurance. It's $500 for the initial visit. While I'm still processing that, I get a call from our mechanic. Our car was acting up. 10 year-old VW that I adore. But damn. $2500.

So I'm just going to be sitting down for a minute, taking deep breaths from the paper sandwich bag.

XXX,
Alison

The Mink of Kink


I've gotten in my second reader review for The Sky Is Falling. And it's a celebrity review! From Shanna Germain!

5.0 out of 5 stars
The Sex We Expect from the Mink of Kink
By Shanna Germain

Disclaimer: I love Alison Tyler's erotic writing. She gets into the mind of her characters -- who are often female subs -- in a way that exposes their vulnerability and their heightened arousal, while enticing and exciting readers.

The Sky Is Falling cranks her kink-ability to a whole new level, as she gets into the mind of her dominant male character this time. From the simple cadence and voice of the opening lines, we're already caught up in Tyler's sexy world and in her character's innermost desires:

Candace is the type of girl who spins.

I'm the type of man to catch her.

We're a good pair in that respect.

As the man tells us of the way he catches Candace and the way her body and mind respond to him, it's impossible not to want a little of what they have as a couple. The language is Tyler-esque all the way -- simply sensual -- and the erotic appeal is fantastic and palpable. I was hoping the story would go on and on, just like their lust. Alas, it ended far too soon, leaving me wanting more.

Well worth the money. Plus, if you buy it, maybe you can help me convince her to turn the tale of these two into something longer. Like an erotic novel. Hint-hint.


*****


My smile is huge! (We minks have lots of teeth.) And I wanted to toss out this offer again—but broader this time. If you'd like to read and review any of the PDFs/Kindles, please drop me a note to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com. I can send you a PDF of any of the titles available here. In return, I ask that you post a review on Amazon if you like the book or story.

XXX,
Alison

"soul baring and ass baring"


I started The Trade when Virgin was still a viable publishing house. I went back and forth with my editor on changes—view point, tense, coincidences. And then Virgin cancelled their future list, and I was left with a manuscript that I wasn't sure where to place. Or how to place it. Even more of a dilemma, I was left with the ability to change the book back to what I'd originally wanted. Editors are often amazing, insightful people (*ahem*) but sometimes a writer understands a book's direction better than an outsider could.

What did I hope for with The Trade? I wanted to write a book about a couple who would never ever, in an ice age, in a million eons, swap spouses—who swap spouses. Pretty simple, I guess. But it's an interesting situation to me. How would you take that first step? What would make you do that? If you crossed that line, could you go back?

I have the first installment of The Trade up for sale, and I'm working on getting the next portion polished.

Jo just gave me a lovely review for the first bit:

a good happy ending, February 7, 2010

'The Trade' is a story that starts out simply with the promise of a new facet to the narrator's sex life. But instead of going forward, it wends its way back to the start of the relationship, using the present extremely hot action to lead us back into its origins.

What this story ends up being is one of self discovery, and a strong and positive validation of anyone's kink.

As a statement it's powerful and as a dirty story, it's delicious, giving just enough detail to let the reader's mind continue it on themselves. There is blushing and soul baring and ass baring and spanking aplenty. You even get enemas! Lucky you!


XXX,
Alison

Monday, February 08, 2010

I heart L.A.


You don't have to tell me where you are. But if you want to, please add your info to the Wherever You Go post. I love knowing where my readers are located. It gives me a little international, spine-tingling thrill!

XXX,
Alison

P.S. These location necklaces are so beautiful. I'd want one from Paris, and San Francisco, and New York, and London. The shopkeeper is Kohana Jewellery.

"Not Your Usual Love Story"


Not Your Usual Love Story
February 7, 2010

Told from the male point of view, The Sky Is Falling is not your usual love story. Boy sees girl, boy knows exactly what the girl needs, and boy gives it to her. Not necessarily everyone's brand of kink, Alison Tyler does a great job making you all hot and bothered as you feel like a fly-on-the-wall watching the action - regardless of your initial feelings. And isn't that what it's all about? Going outside your boundaries?

Oh, thank you! That really neatly describes The Sky Is Falling!

XXX,
Alison

P.S. These recycled album coasters would make the perfect gift for any Kinks fan!

Bubble by Jeremy Edwards


Here we go. By popular demand:

Bubble
by Jeremy Edwards

He was glad she’d begun romancing him by offering her cunt to his face. Now, as she squeaked her hips down to engulf his cock, he could still taste her, pleasantly tart around the whiskey that also lingered.

He wished he could lick the pretty perspiration off her bum cheeks; but of course her haunches were out of reach of his tongue. Instead, he satisfied his hands there by gripping and squeezing her into a Morse code of moans. Her skin, he saw, was glowing faintly where he pressed forth his ten fingers’ worth of passion.

Though her back was to him, she twisted left as she rode—showing him her chin, her nose, a breast. She was a skinny creature who somehow always became soft and rounded in her ecstasy, her body puffing pinkly as it tingled. Yes, oh yes, she was so pink and taut and round on the verge, a bubble on a lever. A bubble, he said to himself—and it almost seemed as if it was the word itself that made him come.


I have to say, I *knew* this was Jeremy's. I just, in my heart of hearts, knew!
Fabulous writing, Fedora Man!

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Bubble necklace is like champagne made in silver.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?"


Well, does he? I like this list of Sunday search strings. For some reason, they strike me as sweeter than usual—from pink fishnet whores to slipped down my panties... Gotta love lazy Sunday afternoons!


XXX,
Alison

Read and Review...


Drop me a note if you'd like to read and review The Sky is Falling. I'm hoping to garner some Amazon reviews for this short story. So if you'd like a free copy (I'd email you a PDF) in exchange for penning a review on Amazon, drop me a note at msalisontyler at yahoo dot com.

Ta very much in advance!

XXX,
Alison

P.S. I'd also love a review of The Trade to counter the one-star up there now. The previous reviewer seemed mostly unhappy with my formatting, which has been fixed.

I heart Georgia


Oh, god, I really really heart her. She called me last night to say that when she arrived at home, there was a car nearby with the rear end angled into the street. A piss-poor parking job. Then she noticed that on the windshield was a note. She went closer and read:

Hey Asshole—what the fuck. Learn to fucking park your car!

Isn't it nice how people start conversations with expletives? I mean, sometimes I like when people go right to asshole—but in this case, wouldn't a note like, "Please park your car closer to the curb," work just as well. That is, if you had to get involved at all. Georgia inserted herself into the situation by taking the note off the car and burning it in her fireplace.

Did I tell you? I heart Georgia!

XXX,
Alison

Angell's Prize


Here are the results for the last contest:

• Sleep Invasion by Angell
• Rose Comes for Dessert by Erobintica
• The Scotsman's Kilt by Scarlett Greyson
• Coral by Evelyn Applegate
• "Limerick... ish" by tygre
• Pink Rack by ?

Oh, and a lot of us liked Bubble. Does the author wish to reveal?

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Angell, please drop me a note with your ring size and your mailing address! You've won this amazing ring from Beijo Flor! BTW, she's having an unbelievable by two, get one free sale right now!

Saturday, February 06, 2010

And Sam...


S is also for Sam. Damn. The last time I left him off a list he said, "That's okay. I can always sodomize you."

Hey, guess what else starts with s!

XXX,
Alison

He knew I'd jacked off...


...jerked off... oiled my oyster... because I left my shoes in the bed. How silly is that? I'm wearing indigo stove pipe blue jeans today and a black button-up shirt, and leopard clogs. And while he was down at the station doing business, I sneaked upstairs with Beauty's Punishment and my vibrator. And when he came home he noticed, yup, my clogs in the bed.

Heh.

XXX,
Alison

Give me an S!


Your votes helped GwenDELICIOUS make it to the front page of ETSY with her Shift Freedom cufflinks! She's got another divine item in the running. So if you're inclined, she'd love your vote!

Wow, I know a *lot* of people who could use an S:

Sommer
Sophia
Saskia
Scarlet
Shanna
Stephen

Sweet!

XXX,
Alison

Playing with Fire on Fleshbot!

Playing with Fire has been Fleshbotted! How totally fucking cool is that? Thanks to Lux Alptraum for selecting the book for part of the Fleshbot Book Club! (I love her bio: "Lux Alptraum...has been obsessed with the Internet since 1994, obsessed with computers since 1987, and obsessed with sex since 1982." A girl after my own ♥.)

The portion featured on Fleshbot is from the story "On a Hot Tin Roof" by I.K.Velasco.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Exciting features like these are why I'm always harrassing you all for reader reviews. If someone clicks through from Fleshbot, they'll have 10 reviews on Amazon to read to help them decide whether or not they'd like to purchase the collection!

This song has been playing in my head...


...almost non-stop for the past three days. I don't mind. I adore Dramarama. Now, you can hear the song in your head, too.

XXX,
Alison

And the winner is...


My poll ended on time. The sun is shining. All is right in the world. Actually, my poll ended on time. The sky has opened up and is pouring rain, and all is still right in the world. Because I woke up to coffee already brewing—something that happens only once or twice a year. Generally, I am up first. And by first, I mean I am up for several hours before Sam. So when he hits that START button before I get up, and the scent of fresh-brewed is what makes me open my eyes, well... life is sweet.

Here are the results for the latest poll. I will tell you which one I voted for because I loved this one so fucking much: Coral. Loved it. I cannot wait to see who wrote which story! The Roma Electrica XXXlarge Brazilian pomegranate agate ring from BeijoFlor goes to the author of Sleep Invasion. Please drop me an email with your snail mail address.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Don't forget to enter my latest contest sponsored by phoebe marie.

Friday, February 05, 2010

Dominant Man


Okay, forgive me, but I was looking for links yesterday, and I landed on Pain Teens. And I listened to Dominant Lover—which I really like, I have to say—and then I was searching for a video of a man putting a leather collar on a girl. I thought that would neat. I found an eHow article, but I couldn't find exactly the sort of video I was looking for. But then I landed on a supremely X-rated video of a woman in a collar doing naughty things with her mouth. The funny part was that I was still playing Dominant Lover—and the music and the action fully synched up—the way Dark Side of the Moon is supposed to with Wizard of Oz. Except different.

When Sam came home, I was super excited to show him this discovery.

"So this is what you put on your time sheet?" he asked with a wink—before we synched up in our own way entirely.

XXX,
Alison

Breaking Free



Following is the first installment in my new series of stories for Good Vibrations. The pieces will be posted here and on the GV site. In the sake of full disclosure, I should admit that I ♥ GV. I did my first live reading at the Good Vibrations store at 16th and Valencia. I met Miss Violet Blue through Good Vibrations. And I've been writing for their site for over a decade. I'll be adding the stories to my sidebar, so you can follow the serial each time I add a new bit.

Breaking Free
By Alison Tyler

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

Everyone falls into a rut sometimes…

“Don’t forget to count.”

…even the kinkiest of couples.

“Prepare yourself. If you flinch, we start at one again.”

I always get wet when Garret prepares me for punishment. My pussy clenches the second he tells me I’m due for discipline, and I can almost come when the crop smacks against my naked ass. But if this is all you’re doing 24/7, even hard-core, incendiary sex can become mundane.

Oh, my ass is red.

Oooh, he’s going to fuck my mouth again.

Ahh, where did we put the ball gag?

Yawn.

That’s why I was shocked, elated, and thrilled to my core, when I heard, “Is that how you do it? You start over? I tend to insert anal beads at the first fuck-up.” Those words would have stirred something in me no matter what. The fact that the man talking was Garret’s best friend, Jules, turned a switch inside me. But I knew better than to look over my shoulder, knew better than to ask what the fuck was going on.

Garret and I had discussed inviting a third party into our boudoir. I’d always assumed he would want another girl, a second slave for him to work over, to dominate, to pleasure. Discovering he’d brought another dominant male into our castle, well, I could hardly believe my luck.

“Let’s see how she behaves,” Jules said. “I like to learn from watching.”

He was going to observe us. Fine. It’s not as if I’d never been on display before. Garret takes me out to Pamela’s Power Play a few times a month. I’ve been caned in front of a crowd, been part of a bondage display, been put over the leather spanking horse and properly paddled. But having Jules standing so close made my heart throb. An audience of one seemed more intense than one of hundreds.

“Don’t forget to count, baby,” Garret murmured, and I realized that my behavior would reflect on his skills as a master. He didn’t want me to fail, because that would make him look bad in front of his friend. His handsome friend. His friend with whom we’d been out on double dates and gone to clubs. I was so aware now that my ass was naked, that my cheeks were flushed, that my pussy was glistening with wetness.

“We’ll start with ten,” Garret said kindly. Thank god. Ten. I could do ten in my sleep. But then I felt the first blow and started to worry. He was using a crop from the start. No flogger warm-up. No bare hand to get me going. He was showing off for Jules, and I needed to get myself together, to count without flinching, begging, or standing up.

“One,” I said.

“Good girl.” Oh, that was Jules. I wanted to turn my head to look at him. I wanted to see the expression on his face. Was he pleased? Did he like the way I looked, palms flat, tiny little breath of a schoolgirl skirt pushed to my waist, panties around my ankles?

Garret struck again.

“Two,” I said.

And again.

“Three.”

I thought of the last time I’d seen Jules up onstage, doing a demo with one of his favorite subs. There had been ice in his tone when he’d told her what to expect. She had tears in her eyes before he even began, anticipation bringing fear.

Garret landed the crop in rapid succession, and I lost my ability to count. I’d been in the past, fantasizing, forgetting my place. “Five,” I said, “No, wait. Four. Four, five, six.”

Jules tsked me. “May I?” he asked Garret.

“Be my guest,” Garret said, magnanimously.

“Got any beads?” Jules asked Garret, all casual. Like “Do you have a light?” I heard Garret rummaging. I shut my eyes tight.

“Come over here.” There was that chilled tone again, but this time the voice was directed at me, and I swear I would have climaxed if I’d touched my clit at all. Just touched it.

In seconds, I found myself draped over Jules’ strong thighs. He had parted the cheeks of my ass and was roughly lubing me up. His fingertips slid inside me, and I moaned. Garret laughed. “She likes that.”

“This isn’t about her pleasure,” Jules said matter-of-factly, and I swallowed hard. He began to slip the beads inside me, one after the other. I was horrified in a way. This man—this best friend of my beau—was seeing me in a most indelicate position. But he liked it. That’s what I reminded myself. I felt his hard-on pressing against me. That gave me a tiny spark of power, just enough to keep my head together.

When he’d finished inserting the beads, he spoke to Garret. “The crop was nice—”

Nice! My mind screamed. Nice!

“But I’m going to use my hand now.” My heart rose and sank. A hand spanking wouldn’t hurt as much, but the intimacy was fifty times greater. Jules used his big palm on me, and I bit my lip to keep quiet. He spanked my right cheek over and over, and then my left, and then he parted my asscheeks again, as if checking on the beads. When he resumed the spanking, I couldn’t help myself; my feet began to kick in earnest.

“Hold yourself still,” Jules instructed. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

“Hold yourself still,” he repeated, “unless you want me to bind you down.”

Was that a trick question? Garret laughed, a low chuckle I knew well. He understood exactly what was going through my mind. Yes, I wanted to behave. Yes, I wanted prizes for being a good girl. And yes, more than anything else, I wanted Jules to bind me down.

I waited for the next blow—and waited. And then I squirmed.

“Ah, baby,” Jules said. “Time to get the cuffs…”

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Interested in the devices? Check out the anal beads, cuffs, and crop!

What's the difference?


I am so delighted that "what is the difference between grateful and graciously" landed someone here. Apparently, this is a common error. Also, I'm very glad you give a flying fuck. I do, too.

XXX,
Alison

"You're so evolved..."


"I think it's sexy," I told Jackie.

"Seriously?"

I nodded. See, I was telling her that I have always adored when a lover shared secrets about his (or her) past. Stories detailing sexy, sultry situations.

"Don't you get jealous?" Jackie asked.

I looked at her. Oh, yes, I am a jealous creature. Intensely so. But I don't get jealous about ancient history. I'd have a problem if Sam told me he currently was screwing three different co-eds at once. I don't feel the slightest twinge if he tells me about that strip poker game from two decades ago.

"You're so evolved," she sighed.

Am I? Would other people have a problem hearing stories from the past? And by other people, I mean, of course, you. I'm curious. Which side of the line do you fall on?

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Evolution locket is by polarity.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Heroic Restraints


Isn't that the perfect name for a set of cuffs that look as if they belong to Wonder Woman? And you know, I've been called Wonder Woman! This is just a heads-up to say that tomorrow I am going to revive Ali's World. This was the column I originated in Tristan Taormino's Pucker Up ("the 'zine with a mouth that's not afraid to use it") back in the day. (It was at a Pucker Up reading in SF that I first met Mr. Thomas Roche—be still my beating heart— and he read his unbelievably sexy story Death Rock, which you'll find in I is for Indecent.)

Ali's World was a sex-toy review in story form. Or an X-rated story in sex toy form. But instead of hotlinks, I footnoted the different items. Because Pucker Up was a print 'zine, and the internet hadn't been invented yet. Yeah, it was a 'zine chiseled by hand into stone slabs. I wrote from a cave, wearing a little fur shift. In all honesty, I think this was 1995. Which practically makes me vintage.

Tomorrow, I'm breathing fresh life into the column with a story featuring items from Good Vibrations—and I have to say, I'm already vibrating with excitement!

XXX,
Alison

Perfect for Valentine's Day...



I'm currently obsessed with gloves. How did that happen? Or maybe I always have been, and something just jogged that fetish free. (There's a story I wrote in one early collection that keeps popping into my mind. I promise to post once I excavate the piece.)

For a different kind of sex at your fingertips, check out Rita Watson's new post!

XXX,
Alison

Oh, but they're fuchsia!


Fuchsia slouchy suede boots! No matter if they're three sizes too big! I want them!

XXX,
Alison

Our daily kink...


When smut is your air, your food, your water... you get a little jaded. I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean that I am not as shockable as your average Alison. When I talk to friends, I'm always surprised at what they find risque. It takes a lot to shake me up. That said, I also have a more difficult time getting off from your standard porn. Why? I think because I read so much for my job, I'm almost conditioned not to get aroused while I read for work. You can't spot a missing comma when you're gasping for breath. Which means that when I go trolling the web for pleasure, I wind up in the kinkiest places.

And you know what? It's always sort of refreshing when I find myself turned on by porn. When the way some tough-looking dominant man snaps out a command makes my pussy clench. When the way a girl blushes flips my switch. When the snap of a belt, or the fastening of a collar, or the click of a lock thrums inside of me.

That said, today I went back to look at a passage in Beauty's Punishment—my favorite in the trilogy. And there was a two-page scene that was as raw to me as when I first read the book. What's never gotten old in my world is the concept of taking it. Of bearing the brunt. Of going the distance. Anne Rice, writing as A.N. Roquelaure, totally nailed my kink in this scene.

I'm playing around right now with a sub on paper. I hope I can capture that edge.

XXX,
Alison

My Just Rewards


I just ordered these thigh-highs from Yandy. Why? As a little reward for, well, for nothing really. Honestly, I was just cruising the site, as I do, and I fell in love. I'm working on a short story this morning that I hope to post here before too long. I thought I'd get back into the habit of tossing short-fiction on the site from time to time.

So stay tuned. I'm in a dirty mood. It shows.

XXX,
Alison

A college text!


I've been up forever, but I haven't wanted to post anything on top of that pretty picture. So I'll just keep the little version in the corner for awhile. I had another little bit of neat news yesterday. Frenzy was chosen as a text book for a college class! Sam doubled over laughing when he heard the news. You know me. Drop out extraordinaire. (What's funny, is that since I met Sam, he's been back to school for advanced degrees. Opposites, and all that.)

Anyway, my book—and your stories—are going to help students learn about writing fast fiction. As soon as I hear the name of the school, I'll let you know. At the moment, I'm simply dead chuffed that students are standing in line at the college bookstore to buy Tolstoy, Kafka, and Tyler. Heh.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Me, J.D. Salinger and Sam Shepard. Wow.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

I think I just came...


I have been hovering in this odd state of animated, over-amped libido for the past few... okay, my whole sweet life. But fucking hell—lately, it's as if I'm in heat. I don't know how many stories I have written over the past six weeks. New ones from start to end. Old ones that needed a spin. I'm overflowing and I have no rational reason why. I swear, I'm so turned on that my X-rated fantasies have their own dirty fantasies.

So when Cleis sent me the brand-new cover for Got a Minute?—well, I practically came on the spot. This is a cover. That's all I have to say. Well, that and I'll be standing over here in the corner, jacking off.

Note: Sam says women don't jack off. Heh.

XXX,
Alison

Vote for Me!


Well, not exactly for me. I didn't enter. But remember to vote for your favorite!

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Knickers are by LetoileNoire.

"girl getting fucked fast with school skirt on"


Clearly, someone is looking for this!

XXX,
Alison

Wherever you go...


...there you are. I like this map. When I took the screen shot, these little icons showed the location of recent visitors to my blog. Since I have not traveled in awhile, I enjoy virtually visiting all those different locations. If you have a minute, why not tell me where you're coming from. Stamp my passport, as it were.

XXX,
Alison