Saturday, April 30, 2016

THE SEX FILES: M. Christian Talks Audio Erotica

Check out this really wonderful interview my sweet pal, Ralph Greco, did with yers truly on Short And Sweet NYC on the recent release of my erotic science fiction collection, Skin Effect, as a audiobook!

World-renowned erotic scribe M. Christian has just released his Skin Effect in audio book form. Published in ebook and paperback through Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions a year ago, “Chris” was approached by publisher Wordwooze to release the audio book version of his collection of Erotic SF short stories.

I managed to get a quick conversation with “Chris” to get his views on publishing erotica in audio book format.

This is your first venture into audio ebook, why now and who with?

It’s kind of been kismet, actually. About a year ago I really got into audiobooks, listening and enjoying but never really thinking about doing one of my own. Mostly because while I do readings now and again, and love teaching all kinds of classes, I’ve never really considered myself very ‘audio.’ Then I had this great opportunity, via the fantastic Wordwooze folks, to adapt my science fiction erotica collection, Skin Effect.

The experience has been delightful–and then some. Wordwooze did a great job producing the audiobook and Jazmin Kensington is a perfect reader/performer. I’m more than a tad tickled by all this.

There are obvious differences between reading a book, as opposed to hearing it read. Can you pick out a few of the advantages or disadvantages one form has over another?

Generally I feel there are only slight differences beyond the obvious of course, you are being read to, the other you are reading to yourself and I do notice some jokes work better on the printed page then when read aloud. But one of the biggest things I noticed, and this is not just with my own work but books I’ve also listened to, is that there’s a certain ‘music’ to the language that only really comes out when it’s performed, especially by a skilled reader.

It really has changed the way I look at writing: when I work on stories and books now I hear them in both my own voice and Jazmin’s. Kind of magical, in a way….

Do you see a future where all your titles will be published as an ebook? Or are there just some things that don’t lend themselves to an audio book?

Oh, I have definitely caught the audiobook bug! Wordwooze is working on the audiobook adaption of my queer/scifi/horror/erotic novel Finger’s Breadth (the ebook is out with Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions right now) and a scifi erotic novella, Bionic Lover. I’m also putting together a special erotica collection for them.

As far as what works and what doesn’t, that’s tough to answer. Off the top of my head I think that certain visual writing tricks don’t translate easily to audio, but mostly it’s a pretty lovely transition from one medium to another.

On top of your writing you are also an editor, teacher and publisher, tell us about some of those hats you wear?

Well, I write for a bunch of sites on a regular/irregular basis, am working on a couple of new novels, and still enjoy being an editor and publisher for Renaissance E Books, and am the Publisher of Digital Parchment Services. We’ve been having a blast re-releasing classic scifi books from authors like Arthur Byron Cover, Ernest Hogan, and the estates of Jody Scott and William Rotsler.

In the San Francisco Bay Area I also teach erotica writing and a slew of kinky sex classes, as well as helping run some support groups. You can see what I’m up to on my site at

Grab M. Christian’s audio book Skin Effect here and you can listen to a sample here.

And the first three people who write us will get a free copy of the audio book, care of Wordwooze.

Monday, April 11, 2016

TWO New FutureOfSex Pieces Are Up!

The incredible fun I'm having writing for FutureOSex continues - with two band new pieces live at their great site.  Here are some teases:

A Guide to Viewing Virtual Reality Sex Videos: The Hardware

Here’s how to quickly and affordably enjoy immersive sex.

Inarguably, virtual reality—that science-fiction mainstay of the 90s—has gone from being a far off dream to an actual product currently sold in stores in the space of only a few years.

Naturally—human beings being who we are—it wasn’t long before developers saw this three-dimensional technology in entertainment and thought sex!

But it’s really the announcement from PornHub, a giant of adult entertainment, that it will now feature a catalog of virtual reality movies, that’s getting many people really excited about this change in viewing adult entertainment.


A Guide to Viewing Virtual Reality Sex Videos: The Software

Including adult games and virtual erotic worlds.

Following our previous installment guide to virtual reality hardware, you’ve got your rig all set—high-end or Cardboard, whatever suits your needs or budget—so where do you go from here?

More precisely, where do you go to have that immersive erotic experience you’ve heard so much about?

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

E-Read Erotica Loves Bionic Lover!

Check out E-Read Erotica's very thrilling review of Bionic Lover - out now from the great folks at Wordwooze Publishing!

The medium was paper, ink, charcoal and graphite. The image was the eye on the end of a peacock feather. She’d filled its center with geometries and forms like steel gears, compass points, brass fittings, screws and miniature bolts. The form seemed to stare out at her with a cool logic, an immaculate watchmaker’s perception. 
Then she heard it, deep inside her mind, shattering the turmoil of creation: Clickclick…click. 
Then her doorbell buzzed. Getting up, numb from the hard revelation that Arc still lived deep within her, she went to the door. 
“I need someplace,” the tall woman said from the street, looking up at Pell through the heavy iron security gate with one hard, cold mechanical eye, and one redrimmed eye with a patina of tears.

This one is a lot like Blade Runner, a haunting, dystopic, morosely melodic tale of lesbian love with a woman who is becoming less so with each encounter. Her flesh-and-blood parts are sacrificed for some mechanical ideal, and her lover is the one who waits for her to return in her next, more mechanical form.

I suppose there is a metaphor here waiting to be placed upon this work, something where our culture turns us into machines, how the fake Photoshopped world is somehow more preferable than what’s real, and how we are slowly losing ourselves to the machine.

It we are not already there. Bits and bytes flow across imaginary dreamscapes, and none of this is real anymore. Our digital selves are far more important than our real selves. Our digital selves will live on well beyond us, so somehow the work we put into crafting our legend shall be the strength of our afterlife.

It makes you think.

…Later, Pell couldn’t remember if she’d come as well, the explosion from Arc being so special, so shattering, that it had torn away any memories she’d had of anything she’d been feeling. That moment was pure Arc: a night in a secret, deep church. She’d been lucky to witness the service, the ecstatic blessing of being a witness. 
Sleep came like a velvet blanket thrown over Pell. No dreams, again, but the cloudy memory of sometime during the night, a kiss landing on her cheek. 
The next morning she awoke to find Arc gone again.

Haunting. A mystery of floating through a hazy underwater place halfway between what’s real and what only exists in our imaginations. M. Christian has this way of sending your thoughts on a search, never quite succumbing to the lure of explaining it all, keeping the mystery alive, and touching the canvas of our imaginations just lightly enough we are meant to fill in the details and wonder.

And the sex is there. The promise. The flitting of a water bug upon the surface of the pond, toying with our passions, and giving us that next moment where two souls meet and try to make sense of the nature of passion and attraction. Is it ever explained? Rightly not, and as the story started in a haze it ends in a fade, yet the moments we experienced together come thought like loud and clear splashes of color on an intransigent canvas of grays and blurred tones to our yearnings and searches for that more concrete definition of what this really is.

It is, what it is.

A moment between two, lost, and then found again in those times when their lives touched.

Pell didn’t know what to say, so didn’t say anything. Half-formed words and sentences tumbled through her mind but couldn’t congeal enough to be spoken. So they sat together – quiet, clumsy – till the food arrived from a big black man wearing Kevlar body armor and carrying a huge foam container marked with the bold red swatches of Chinese characters. Pell and Arc filled the silence with quick eating. 
When the food was gone, Arc yawned: “Fuck, I’m tired.” 
She pulled off her shirt, showing breasts pale and white, beautifully shaped sculptures of pale skin. Aureoles like rough brown coins, nipples like dark fingertips. 
“Shitty day. Good night,” she said, crawling into Pell’s bed and fumbling for the line switch to her broken lamp. 
Pell didn’t move. Frozen, she watched her hunt. 
“You coming?” the woman said, finally, and not smiling, reached out and took her hand.

This. Something more than a bland description of sex and lust. You see the strokes of the bristles here, the hand of the artist, and you can pick out those individual decisions in each dab of paint and artistic choice. You never always know the intent, but the artistry is clear. In a way, the intent is to make you reflect upon the piece, a great artist never tells, and lets the meaning be up to you.

The meaning is up to you.

A wonderful journey through a future that shall never be anywhere but in our own imaginations, tied together with sex and lust, a chance encounter between two souls who fit together like two outdated standards tied together by a home-made adapter, a universal connector we know as sex.