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Read what readers said about “Provocative, orgiastic snippets from a sexual voyeur’s social life”

The Lunarium – Reviews

The Lunarium (One man’s memories of the watchers and the watched)

frontcover     Named to Kirkus Reviews Best of 2013

Provocative, orgiastic snippets from a sexual voyeur’s social life.

Known for an oeuvre of titillating material, anonymous author Kathleen K. (Honey B., The Suite Life, 2012) explores the fascinat­ing, visually active life of bearded, middle-aged “watcher” James Boyle O’Donahue. Irish, single and unlucky in love, O’Donahue fully embraces his penchant for voyeuristic, erotic, group events. Unapologetic to a fault, he allows himself to revel in this clandestine fetish, defensively remarking that the ones being watched are indeed willing participants – their “secret passions are not spoiled by a witness participating in the redefinition of privacy.” Armed with boundless energy, dynamic tour guide O’Donahue directs readers through a wide array of creatively themed sex clubs: Revelry, a “small luxurious pit surrounded by theater seats”; the Lunarium, a fantasy event where he accompanies an unnamed companion; and the Beach, with its taboo “Beyond the Rocks” private area that’s a “sexual potluck” starring 12 randy, experimental couples and a roomful of writhing performers at a lactating “tit talent show.” Written with verve and a contagious sense of exhibitionism, K’s first-person narrative is divided into 70 “things”: brief chapters that descriptively chart O’Donahue’s carnivalesque adventures at risqué live theater performances. Amid this plethora of vicariously thrilling and erotic “sexual fiestas,” O’Donahue takes time to philosophically ponder the nature of strippers, compares gawkers to voyeurs, gets schooled by a sex professor and breathlessly observes amazing (and not so amazing) feats of carnality. K doesn’t aim for subtlety, but as a whole, the sexual observances form an enlightening examination of voyeurism.

A wild, steamy story with erudite sex-as-art undertones.

By Kirkus Reviews March 2013


Ms. Rose Reader from GoodReads.com (Nov 13, 2015) 

I received this book on Goodreads in exchange for an honest review….
It was really hard for me to pinpoint my true feelings about this book. It was all about voyeurism (getting aroused by watching other’s have sex and vice versa), and was a twist on your average erotica book. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a steamy romance book but this left me a little… unsure.
I gave it four stars because I did think the author is a very talented writer. It was well-written, well put-together, and didn’t leave me yawning. The topic itself and how the author touched basis with it all, it what brought it down from five stars. Overall a good book, and if you are interested in this certain area then it is definitely a must-read for you!


Darlene Cruz from GoodReads.com  May 2015

Directing the reader to where you need to be, what you need to hear and look at what the author wants you to see. Smoothly voiced that captured the essence of voyeurism. Just the word voyeurism gets your mind racing and you could say this book did just that. Very good writing that spelled out each action and reaction. Interesting read and a book someone who likes this kind of thing will enjoy. Not my kind of thing though but I don’t knock it. I won this book on Goodreads, First Read Giveaway. Thank you.


Christine Gilbert‘s review  (Feb 06, 2014) 

[A] unique perspective of erotica – this time voyeurism- written in quietly hushed words as we watch from behind the velvet curtains.


Echo Back:  Commentary from an author and friend (Dec 2013)

Congratulations on your award; it was well-deserved.  I finished The Lunarium today and was very impressed.  You mastered a unique and difficult genre, erotica.  It was imaginative, intelligent and very spicy.  I was especially intrigued that you wrote from a male point of view and quite “handily pulled it off.”


Goodreads.com – Joseph Santiago  DEC 2014

We live in a society that observes from a distance and there are places within our communities that place taboos open to be seen explored and available. This is a book that assembles the introspective tales of room after room of fetishized options taken at a distance. As you read these scenes you will get wrapped in the story carried through the book. I felt like I became an observer and was right there observing the spectates laid bare before me. This was an interesting read that felt like a journal or confessional being shared with me. This was a good read.


Goodreads.com – Susan Walker Dec 2014 ← entered for free copy

This is a book with many short stories of voyeurism. Not a my type of read.
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Rowdier Readers Seek Sexotica – Read and Release

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2014/07/08/running-a-phone-sex-business-gave-me-the-credentials-to-write-erotica/

kathleenK_honey_b._sexual_consultant_erotic_sexoticSexuality is connected to various controller systems, pumps and valves, cognitive pathways & social constructs, so that we find it hard to trust our first stabs at “getting connected” with somebody.  The thing people learn is that time and experience count so that few beginners are expected to make memorable love.

Like any endeavor, there is effort (persistence) motivated by the reward of success, experiencing pleasure of a sensual ethereal realm deeply buried like treasure.  The contrasting goals and methods of mixing genders was carved into us.

  • The genders provide dovetailed parts, physically and psychically, compounded by social roles and local cultural opinion so of course there’s a lot to learn and experience in the world.  Do yourself (and the rest of us) a favor and open your mind to the bigger picture, grant grace beyond your own limited sampling.  Learn to expand your ideas, which can open your opportunities.

Understand this word:  glans because it underscores the fundamental design purpose inherent in biology.

  • The vascular body which forms the apex of the penis.
  • The vascular body which forms the extremity of the clitoris.

Those minor tissue rearrangements are not worthy of gender wars, we are so much more complicated than that.  In your most intimate relationships you have to accept the skills of your partner.  Enrich your ideas about intimacy so that you enjoy-exploit Nature’s rollercoaster.  Together, find a strategy that allows for fantasy within each of you.  Not all research is done in the actual world.

Reading is the safest way to expand your thoughts, bringing knowledge into play for your brain-body to adjust to new ideas.  It is a big world with many people, sampling situations is a smart strategy.  Running wild exchanging unexamined genetic material is not a good idea for those who hope to have a good life.  You need to be smarter and kinder about your intimate exchanges to avoid the risk of unplanned offspring or life-altering disease.  It is possible to direct yearnings and channel feelings but it takes a bit of planning.  The emotional rising of desire is like steam and, remember, steam can drive a train!

Input from other sources has differents impact which is why I’m talking about reading here, not seeing images or hearing sounds.  You supply the imagery when you read, guided by your own cognitive vocabulary. Without further context the word “red” could be rose red or blood red, you wouldn’t have to conjure it up because it is information which would be pre-sorted visually.

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To Thy Known Self Be True

To Thy Known Self Be True [sic] is cadged from online comments similar to “no, notta, uh uh” that evidence a poor grasp of the written word.  As noted in my earlier posts, there are elements of haste, there are mishaps with autocorrect, but overall we are laying bare the growing illiteracy of Internet commenters (and hastily edited reporting too].  We used to be a nation of readers, and reading helps writing.  In a verbal exchange “notta” can pass for “nada” but splats flat when written.

Shakespeare wrote this fatherly advice in Hamlet.  To thine own self be true.

It’s amusing to stretch To Thy Known Self Be True into advice for serial liars and cheaters who could save us all a lot of time by admitting their natures: first of all to themselves and ultimately to those at risk from their deception.  As Popeye put it, “I yam what I yam, and that’s all what I yam.”  This phrase from a theatrical cartoon in the 1930’s shows up in modern culture with nary a citation to the racist “entertainment” even if voiced by a character who eats tin cans.  “I am what I am” has become a well-known musical product to echo the self-determination even Olive Oyl stood for.

Skin tint, regional speech, tolerable drift from any norm are big flags in our cognition system.  Humans evolved these senses in concert to seek allies and to identify aliens.  We can be too quick to judge, and that means not only the prejudice to exclude but also include (“our type”), based first on the surface.  At the core is fact, gender-race presumptions will weight fact with preference because it is encoded, then reinforced.  How do we nurture our open minds while we meld into our improved selves?

We are evolving a new human face, genetically, mixing the races at a chromosomal level.  We evolved in pockets of land that are now connected by travel, our sperm and eggs cross-pollinate as usual, one to one, in a specific place, but we are capable of transnationality.  Again, the idea is to know the elements that go into your making but use your intellect to guide your soul.

We need a universal language, an enculturated behavior to give peace a chance.  This shift comes on a personal basis, on your own thinking and behavior.  Time to take inventory and form a stronger you, discarding outdated notions and pre-judgments.  Notice who is good to those around them, judge them on that.  Pay attention to a series of choices.  Introspection and self-assessment are not only for the young, it’s a long game for most of us and we have to acknowledge how society changes around us as do our own circumstances.

The obvious evolution of television from the closed networks of mid-20th century into the new millennium online alternatives and outlying networks give us plenty of perspective, and like any diet should be mixed.  No single source of ideology or protein serves the complex human body and soul, so be wary of those who claim it will.

#readmore #thinkmore #feelmore

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Jul 19

He thundered into me, rumbling & rolling between my legs, then flipped me off my back moving into then through me, beyond my surface.

Jul 2

Hoping for fireworks? Check combustibles – Verify ignition source – Concede chance of disaster https://kathleenkbooks.com/2018/07/02/hoping-for-fireworks-check-combustibles-verify-ignition-source-concede-chance-of-disaster/ …

Jul 1

Some folks make love; some folks make trouble; others love trouble. Few understand you don’t always match, can complement to thrive.

Jun 28

I knew from a seeking kiss that things would end but I would not (could not) interfere with its course, this was our seasonal bloom.

Jun 8

You herded your doe & the fawns onto the elevator, a domesticated buck, a man in flip-flops, with a pocket full of penis on alert.

Jun 6

I hear your heat & see your hunger; it is my intention to arouse you for the benefit of us both. I am not a selfish fucking animal.

May 31

Hairy chested, thick legged man-beast worthy of my deepest, wettest sex; I’m open wide to feel his sac shift against my heated core.

Hoping for fireworks? Check combustibles – Verify ignition source – Concede chance of disaster

There’s a holiday mid-week and you may find yourself with a few moments to read something new, or refresh information that you might have seen before.  Either way, I’ve embedded links to some of the content at KathleenKBooks.com

The outreach is sincere, there is an independence to my business plan that relies on the curiosity of others.  Please, read; then share!  Follow me here:

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2018/04/21/rowdierreaders-com-be-the-transceiver-for-collectors-of-curiosa

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2015/03/23/too-much-porn-not-enough-sex-learn-to-ride-the-tide/

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2015/09/01/interview-with-the-voice-of-sexotica-for-the-rowdier-reader/

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2016/05/06/i-built-a-book-machine-and-im-about-to-crank-it-up/

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2017/10/16/sex-risk-risk-cost-of-chance-chance-spice-of-life/

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See also:  http://twitter.com/KathleenKxxx

It wasn’t “only” sex, between us it was TOTALLY sex, and if you don’t understand the difference then ask a linguist about nuance.

10:28 PM – 17 Mar 2018

 

I touched his cock to get a reaction, he was starving for sweet love while I force-fed him the down-n-dirty sex he felt he deserved.

10:50 PM – 5 Mar 2018

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Spot the Cock? Porn as Celebration of Male Drive to Survive

In a social construct akin to hiding the female nipple, there is effort to disguise the male package with good tailoring and cunning restraint so it isn’t always easy to see the detail.  The amount of variance in penis size-rigidity including whether it retains its foreskin is not casually shared.  Men don’t always understand why/if women “like” his particular penis but for sure the scale of appreciation is far different than males have for female “parts” in general.  The penis is a “part”, only a “part”, but it is the bearer of male dreams and hopes with his twin seed buddies swaying along.  This sexual hot zone is always there (a banked fire), outside his body, while women tuck their sex within a tidy seam.  Sperm play the game of redundancy en masse (in waves) while eggs go for time-release of batches in set intervals not related to sex activity (alone or with other(s)).  Her lifelong inventory might be 300,000 eggs.

Using a mathematical model and data from 325 women,
the researchers found that the average woman is born with around 300,000 eggs
and steadily loses them as she ages,
with just 12 percent of those eggs remaining at the age of 30, and only 3 percent left by 40.

kathleen_k_sexotic_penis_size_eroticThese differences are biologically set and culturally significant, replicated in nature’s evolution that makes fathering a child momentary but parenting a child an investment of decades.  Sparking a child has impacts on identity, housing, career, family relations, and religion.  Parenting is an across-the-spectrum extended event still most allied with feminine strategy no matter how many dads do step forward.  It is a smart survival move to shelter your young with family style living which is where step-parents, grandparents, siblings and others may come forward to complete the circle that surrounds a child.  These are all post-facto strategies to deal with the ongoing long-term tasks and commitments that result from the momentary actions that make a baby.

Forget the argument about which of the genders is “superior” and get to bio-basics.  Which gender literally bears the next generation of souls?  How many wombs are required to save our species?  In catastrophic situations it is not a 50-50 gender split.  It’s like 92% womb-enabled and 8% sperminators.  That ratio will readjust to the more usual 1:1 ratio that keeps us replicating.  Still, mathematically, in times of species peril it is men who are fungible.  One guy can spawn an army, while one woman might maybe  populate a squad or two.  Her function sets her value.

Same-so the appetite for visual porn which shows a definite gender split; men will look at uncountable images of female anatomy and overall sexuality.

Addicted to Porn: Chasing the Cardboard Butterfly https://www.hulu.com/watch/1078650

Men truly “relate” to it, using it to trigger the mental-physical ejaculation of their sexual feelings.  Women are not usually the target audience of male-manufactured porn since women don’t really need to buy access to human nudity; they work a quid pro quo exchange heavily in their feminine favor.  Men’s seizing of governments and economies as their private playgrounds, discounting female philosophy in resource management, leads to the kind of scandals we are so familiars with: product recalls, shoddy agencies, demoralizing entertainment.  To reach a new balance among the genders it must in some ways swing far to the female side then adjust again to the center for stability; there has to be a countermotion to the male supremacy behavior that got us to a polluted warring planet.  This mathematical analysis in times of great duress does not negate the love angle in a modern family human-home dynamic, it’s a primitive urge to gather in cadres.

You herded your doe & the fawns onto the elevator, a domesticated buck,
a man in flip-flops, with a pocket full of penis on alert.

http://twitter.com/KathleenKxxx

For true gender equilibrium there has to be admission of the salient differences without unleashing bedlam.  Women function differently in their biology, and are held to a more complicated social role).  So too women must acknowledge the swarm mentality of sperm, driven with the herd forward-inward, whether upward or downward, never coordinating, all out frenetic motion a-go-go while the eggs meander through their lunar cycle. Apply to human gender-differentiating behavior to identify the static between us.  Different wavelengths and frequencies.

Too often men miss the moments when a female is receptive, failing to pick up her subtle signals.  Different wavelengths, really, so men who can tune in to the feminine hum are more successful than following his own broadcast as it pinballs around women who are not ready.

Vive la difference is the best advice for intra-gender strategy, not merely between you and other(s) but within you and without you.  There are few of us who explore our sexuality with an open mind.  Quick flips can be good for the pace and posture, exercise your points of view.

The evolution of individual purpose plays here too; women’s breeding cycles seek a certain kind of partnership that is less adaptive in her later years when she can step off front-line parenting.  With our longer lifespans, we can expand the definition of evolving goals and roles.

#readmore

RowdierReaders.com – Be the Transceiver – For collectors of Curiosa – KathleenKBooks.com

Rowdier readers self-identify so if you continue reading here there is a good chance you at least have the graciousness to entertain a new idea.  You have an open channel, not all channels of course, and not at your deep risk, but you will allow the foreign and the unknown to intrude to that first hurdle:  it’s an incoming thought and you have let it in, behind your eyes now, and for that moment you have a different outlook.  This collection of graphic writing joins books from many other creators, and all must be absorbed from the page for maximum impact.  Reach out as readers, reinforce the enrichment of scanning words into the brain.  Writers know you are treasures.

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Fear of thinking, most specifically deep thinking, limits amateur readers who have not developed a framework for what they read so if something doesn’t fit in the few categories they do admit then the idea is discarded.  Volley over, signal drops, no presence.  Dead End.  What a dull world it would be if we were all like that.

Rowdier readers are energized by reading, they set up synapse symphonies and cogitate from the page to the world through the heart-mind.  It is not difficult to identify certain writings that simply are not suitable for some although the work is much appreciated by others.  That’s my category, sexotic-erotic-graphic language in small peppery bursts.  There is a transliteration when sexotic writing is considered tête-à-tête and it is my intent to be read head-to-head by people with busy vocabularies.  I station myself on broadcast and you agree to transceive.  You don’t have to accept everything but you entertain the ideas, give them a moment to take hold and move through.  Curiosa is like catnip to such a reader.

Like all arts, there is the idea but then there must be a manifestation:  a canvas, a carved stick, tangible and discrete as it is indexed for short term recall, the written word, a recorded speech, humming of a choir.  For me it has been making books, it is the making of them that pleases me.  In that way I am an old-school talent in an analog format for the print books, reluctantly digital for digital dissemination.  Books are a tactile medium in the end, nuance is absorbed through the eyes and hands.  I respect that.  It’s a journey for me too (there’s history I haven’t told you) so things are always surprisingly connected.  Overall, there are twelve narrative and engaging affordable volumes available online so far plus the fabrication continues.  I’ve developed the art of setting you up with sexotic scenarios but I break away in time for you to have to finish the imagery.  It’s subtle, it’s killer technique.  (Oh, how I’ve studied!)

I didn’t build this body by accident; I carved a man out of a blob of waste-infused goo. Locked beneath the sheath of fat was a pugnacious fucker who finally took control. I hired Honey as a sex trainer, like I paid my cardio coach and my tennis instructor. She was soft and limber and ready to rock, frank and assessing as needed. Part coach, part sparring partner… bringing me to peak. She re-shaped my sexuality, brought it closer to my core, made me hold it there and grow it there. My fat-man sex never thrilled so the screaming success of my normal body was the greatest reward. The confidence-fueled fucking went on long enough and strong enough to finally experience the need to howl it out. Now I can slip up between her thighs and feel the cradle of her crotch coddle my bouncing balls.

I’m all about the squiggles of thought, the ~, <>, : ∞ that put the punctuational kaboom into the language to help you syncopate it.  I know it seems like there are uneducated people clogging up the pipeline to – your bliss, your success, your redemption – but in fact your pace is your choice. The giddy liberty to think whatever you want is the ultimate freedom, the luxury of thoughts and feelings that come to a truly be-stilled being, soul awhirl.  Consider this an opportunity provided by the publisher of Words Arranged by Kathleen K. because it is one way for you to stomp around a bit out in the Idea Fields.  There has always been a flare of challenge in the presentation and the content of this adult-themed compendium that adds value if only reluctantly.  When is something dirty and good, good and dirty?  Who decides?  First, judge the covers… then slip away to KathleenKBooks.com for more detail.


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Vivid family fiction for those who read

between, around and beyond the lines.

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Human Being vs. Human Doing – Authenticate Yourself

Thank You to The Voice television competition for jump-starting my discussion on LIFE, considering purpose and method, because not enough time is spent on the philosophy of existence when we are distracted by politicized values expressed by the “-ism”  (racism, sexism, genderism, patriotism, capitalism) and its cousin “-istic”.  Coach Alicia Keys and Season 12 winner Chris Blue invoke this concept during The Knockout Premier of Season 14.  The show producers were smart enough to edit that in, to include that moment, which to the discerning viewer demonstrates intelligence all around.  This bit of banter between the two struck a nerve with me, enough to pause and open this post with high expectations.  Immediately below is a moment captured in time…

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2016/12/16/a-cauldron-of-fire-holds-the-disembodied-yowl-of-my-sex/

Or you can hop to http://kathleenkbooks.com or http://kathleenk.com to see this philosophy enacted.  I feel alive when I work on my books, on my poetry, on my blogging and my Tweeting because reading and writing galvanize me.  It is the thrill of the hunt for the proper word or powerful phrase and the artful juxtaposition of them that please me.  Not my own work alone, I am an avid reader as many writers are (and you can tell); there is a bit of borrowing like in all arts, but the end result reflects one execution.

Blog-in-Support of erotic, sexotic, romantic, graphic words
arranged and rearranged by Kathleen K.
Click for archive  – NSFW –
but work is only 1/3 of 5/7 of the week

A young medical professional at my doctor’s office remembered me as a writer and I gave her one of my cards.  Like the information above, the card was crafted deliberately to push an agenda. The card background looks like ruled paper with a red left-margin line; there’s heading type, subheading type, a logo… and each piece was considered alone and with the rest.  As with the blurb above, it is jam-packed with a double-down link to augment the flat print statement of availability.   That underscores the restatement in the title of this post, I am the writer of this because I made the effort to draft, refine and produce twelve books, etc., manifest in fact by deed then to support that with other channels.

This discussion was spontaneous and will ring for her because she’s at a stage (and state) of being, reaching for meaning to mix in with the facts of her job, her home, her family, her friends, her own heart and soul and hopes and dreams and fears and TIME, when is it TIME?  We all have to apportion our time.  It’s an unknown quantity, much like our talent and our will and our circumstances.  It’s part of living to allocate resources, and art to assess them one against the other.  More time or more money, which is needed more?  More sleep or more sex… which will be appreciated more?  There are two choices below, the third choice is neither, the fourth would be both. the Bonus is exactly that…

 

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BONUS:  https://kathleenkbooks.com/2014/09/06/erotic-sexotic-author-seeks-book-bloggers-seeking-content/

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State Regulated Weed = follow the money

kathleen k, regular marijuana, states rights,

Regulating marijuana is a question of political priorities and for me gaining state revenue on marijuana outweighs losing money on law enforcement because at risk is the profiteering of criminals who do not necessarily limit their nefarious activities to the friendly herb.  Prohibition funds mob-gang behavior.

Besides, predictable-dose edibles are a boon to the consumer!!!

Special thanks to the Internet:
http://www.vandergreg.com/search?q=marijuana

Look at Washington State’s pot revenue here.  It’s a bit of cash, not a flood; it goes to social programs related to health and welfare; it’s coming from taxable businesses who employ people at their stores, and growers, and delivery folk, even accountants, etc.  It is a BUSINESS of and for the people.  Let it be; hell, let it spread.

This Colorado county did something smart with a weed tax.

The bureaucratic hell-hole complicating things is the Federal Schedule I drug designation of marijuana, placing it in a more dangerous category than cocaine or methamphetamine! (Please search Faces of Meth to refute this.)  This is a cultural error reeking of bone-headed politicians; it ignores (and limits) the research and applied science of medical pot plus anecdotal evidence of uncountable hours of crime-free recreational use.  This Schedule I designation is also the entry point for Federal intrusion when pot should be a States’ Rights issue akin to other sin-tax initiatives like liquor, tobacco and gambling that rely on local nuance.  We need to keep the pressure on to correctly categorize this herb as the natural substance it is so that communities may judge it fairly, and use the revenue to enrich their citizenry.

COMMENTARY:  I am all for keeping synthetic pot on the Do Not Fly list since it seems to qualify as “engineered” like coca leaves vs. extracted cocaine thus changing its cultural and actual impact:

“The prophetic “Legend of the Coca Leaf” presages us of the difference between the way the leaf is used traditionally in the Andes, and the corrupted form used by Western conquerors. As the Sun God said to the Andean wise man Kjana Chuyma: “[coca] for you shall be strength and life, for your masters it shall be a loathsome and degenerating vice; while for you, natives, it will be an almost spiritual food, for them it shall cause idiocy and madness.”

These facts and others like them can be found on the new Coca Leaf subchapter of Drug War Facts at http://www.drugwarfacts.org.


For an interesting social history on marijuana, clickety-tap here.


PLEASE ENJOY THESE FREE WRITING SAMPLES FOR MATURE READERS from my pot-centric sexotic book Stoner’s Bone of Contention which is second in the Stoner series mixing artful rhetoric with heady philosophy and sensual escapades:

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I haven’t stopped getting high. I mean, I still get high when I smoke, the effect hasn’t worn off. It’s a long story but, believe you me, I’ve been banging the bong for decades and each time I respond to the Pavlovian chime in my head that says, You’ve Arrived on High Street. It’s a place in my thoughts providing a different vantage point, my redoubt. Stoner Town is peaceful and self-sustaining, to be there is to have arrived at launch. Once you are high, and know you are high, then what comes next is what you do while you’re high. I walk, I watch movies, I make beautiful love with ordinary women. I drift far from my work-a-day world. I’m not running away, I’m stepping aside. I’m experiencing a moment through the softening gauze of ganja. I’m well-read enough to know the word ganja is not Jamaican, mon. I consider toking to be my private bridge to serenity.


The bustier. I love a long-line bra that circles the torso and provides shelving for the breasts. To see beautiful mounding tops shoved up from a controlled midriff emphasizes them, yes, but not beyond what they are… there is no padding, no filler, it’s the glory of engineering. Although it is a furtive pleasure, it is not a secret.

All kinds of bras catch my eye but this particular garment skips far past the purported medical/cosmetic reasons to cradle the boobs and serves them up as tidbits, choice and tasty.


Cold out tonight, my fingers stiffen but I’ve never found gloves suitable for toking in the snow. Fingerless gloves leave the gap between fingertips distorted, thickened. In fact, the gloves are not fingerless, they’re tipless, so the fabric extends up the finger quite a way. It’s aggravating but not enough to dissuade me from hitting a doobie in the hush. If it’s really cold I will alternate a glove from smoking hand to lighting hand. I used to balance the joint between my lips but I gave that up when an ember stung my chin and I heard the sizzle of the joint in the snow at my feet. Only half-way high, lucky to have been in the thick of a gentle storm, bummed by the mechanical failure. This white night I had a spare on hand, determined to experience my solitude as the flakes drifted over everything, with sheltered negative spaces that escaped the fall but would be filled in with drifting later. It’s the pregnant part of a snowfall when you can’t know how long it will last, how wet-dry it was, so much depended on the air through which it floated, that little bit heavier than air yet subject to the wind’s whim. Snow fall, mood rise.


JoEllen, JoE (long E), JoE, agreed to eat a pot brownie with me, chased with ice cold milk, then we played a game of Scrabble. It takes a while for the pot to hit, and it starts with silliness about words: herd hard heard hoard. We’re in tune, the stone intensifies and hits our bodies, we’re on a rug in front of the fireplace, it isn’t like getting the spins when you’re drunk, you aren’t out of control, but neither are you in control, you are acceptant not resistant, perhaps that is the difference, you are unconcerned about control. JoE is staring into the flames, her image flickering for me, and I disengage my own sensors, giving her more time to BE over-stimulated. I am in a protective hover around her, knowing this kind of body high is surprising at first. She’s got to make the first move, that’s just how it is between us, so I factor in the delay as she acclimates to being high as a star in an extra-dense body. When she finally does lean toward me (topple into me), I got a strong sense of her intoxication. High-yaiyai. She started showing me her stuff, her shirt came off, her pants were undone, and I knew she was close to making her choice. If she retreated, it wouldn’t have been a tease. If she continued it was a one-time that-time  only thing. I understood she ran the gate.

Her hand slipped over mine and lifted it to her lips for a soft kiss, then pressed it to her cleavage, spanning the swell of her sleek tits, they didn’t wobble or bounce, they were firm and full with magenta-crowns and a stiff thick nub; once she put my hands on her we were open.

I’d been with JoE stoned and straight, she idled high if you know what I mean, she was tuned up and ready to go, even after a few beers when she was languid in general, she was sexually intense. This night the pot brownie seemed to have hit the root of her restlessness, she was still and quiet and sexy in a significant reinterpretation of her body language. She was so high that only the most compelling motivations survived and those were to be held and stoked from ember to flame. I fed her and oiled her long before I dared to connect. It was going to be a long night.

Tiny tea-cup titties. JoE believed she had the same number of nerve endings as found in those gargantuan tits that seemed so popular, she handled her little beauties roughly to show me what she liked: she liked to show me what she liked. One hand fondled her top half while the other toured the bottom, drawing my attention to the flat planes and pronounced curves of her personal circus (her term), her need to show and tell – even when wrecked by the brownies – was her signature, I realized, the thing she did to prepare herself for giving over to a man. If he couldn’t wait for her to explain things, well… maybe he wasn’t her kind of guy after all. I knew enough to enjoy her ritual; I understood not to panic if it seemed we weren’t making any “progress” toward “sex” when in fact it was all about making peace to proceed to passion.

She was a pretty girl with a kind heart and a wicked sense of humor; I had no problem lounging around with her, stoned beyond speech, enjoying my view of her, filling up with anticipation. Part of the challenge was to keep myself contained, not lunge for what I wanted. I felt an intense desire to pull her up against me and shove myself inside but that’s just my little head talking, he’s extremely short sighted (one-eyed).

I had rescinded my dick’s decision-making role. It could scream and twist and dribble down my leg but it did not select my partners nor pace my activities. Taming it took years, I didn’t break its spirit, I did not crumble its hopes: I gave it structure and dignity and let it off leash only when I’m ready to respond to its choices. I let it romp when the time is right; I surrender to its dick-ness because in fact it is very purposeful with full support from all the rest of me, delivering the essential connector, not my kissy lips, not my probing fingers. No, those were mere servants to the Ultimate Goal of Intromission, the taking of a woman’s space, her secret world. No doubt, my dick does the fucking. I am careful to set the stage and interpret the indicators because once the fucking starts good sense fades, responsibility is pounded away, we are doing what we are built for, coupling. I’m a beast when I know that she wants that part of me, that she’s called out audible signals, made all the right gestures, has teased us forward, and she’s ready to say yes when I ask if she is sure. She can still wave me off, so far we’re just playing; she has to be SURE because, for all my good manners and rational thought, once authorized then I’m a full-blooded rip-roaring dick on the loose.

I like fucking the naughty ones, the ones who dare you to show yourself. JoE was one of those girls for me, she was firm in her demands and specific in her examples, I rode her hard yet she matched me back, every time I went in deeper she rippled around me, bucking her hips to double the impact when we collided. I could put all of myself inside her, slip it back out, possess and surrender, because that is what she wanted. I couldn’t believe how much she wanted it, not at first, not until she showed me.


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This mother says if you want a good love life, masturbate better [and together]

kathleen_k_books_erotica_masturbationWhether or not there are mothers in your vicinity, their influence permeates the world.  I honor all the forms of nurturing that make a mother vital, forging a primary bond not defined by gender alone but by action over time, reinforced through generations. In that spirit, anybody who has ever been a child in a loving-functioning home should honor those who shield(ed) and raise(d) them for the effort itself.


This is a rework of last year’s column plus the PSA presented here as a public service.  Take care of yourself.


Along the lines that practice makes perfect, it is important for a person to learn to operate themselves properly, in all ways, including their sensuous sexual expression.  The idea of exploring this strength within yourself is the cornerstone of your sex with others.  You can learn to accelerate, drop back, stutter forward, and hold-hold-hold & hold-release.  For men, perhaps they must resist firing up the cum-dumping routine, and shift their goal from completion to completeness.  For women, the same challenge to expand the definition of ‘enough’, enough of what, enough for whom?  Anything you do that slows down the viral merry-go-round of bang-bang hookups is a contribution to the gene pool.

Best wishes to all you mothers out there.    – – May 8, 2016


kathleen_k_sexotic_honey_b_sexual_consultant_eroticaMasturbation serves the body-soul balance, we gain mastery and strengthen our control, learning to merge the sensations of the body with the tumbling thoughts of desire and demand, sass and shame.  Then, narrator Honey would tell you, take a side trip from the direction of your typical physical relationships and work up to masturbating with a potential lover before EVER mingling further.  If you do not, between you, have the grace to figure out how this could be done and find a way to communicate between you, then having traditional sex would be more of the same old thing.  Change it up, toss away the familiar moves and take a chance on provoking a more sophisticated response.

Offering to share tandem pleasure while deferring the more usual approaches to partner-sex shows a glimpse of your character, establishing that you can and do like sex but you reserve the right to proceed at your own pace (a strategy that works equally well with all genders).  Slow fucking down!  Stop fucking so soon, so fast, and actually cultivate a new form of relationship.  If you find yourself thinking you’d be to shy to do that with somebody then you better go back to bed alone and gain a bit more confidence.  Establishing your own solitary threshold sets the bar, asserting what you’ve learned to appreciate, what you discovered you do.

Frankly, the value of sexual self-knowledge makes a great discussion topic for budding lovers, it breaks a long taboo.  If it doesn’t excite you to talk about sexual matters with this person even in theory, this is probably not your person.  If you intend to develop a passionate relationship with an individual, then you must forge that bond carefully.  If you are just fucking around, you may as well fuck off because, truly, you will expand your future if you take that energy home and figure out what makes you feel, what makes you hungry, what causes the commotion required for you to crest and peak?  If you’re at the vertex, what’s in the vortex?

If you can’t achieve orgasm on your own, how ever will you do so with somebody else?  If you ingest online porn without the balance of films, books, forums, discussions, reflection, projection, and actual experience, it is like eating hot sauce for dinner:  not really a food group, and it dulls the palate over time.  If you never bliss-out alone then you might want to tap that well of feelings.  It isn’t only the physical release, it is the heat of memories and fantasies bouncing between the head and the heart and the hole-pole on hand.

For those already intimate, you might review your own self-pleasuring habits.  It is not necessary you surrender your masturbation to your partner, sometimes it is just enough if you acknowledge their right to having a secret schedule.  For others, it is an invitation to vicarious pleasure, gathering up images of a most moving demonstration of trust and vulnerability and daring.  It’s a Show and Tell moment, unclouded by reciprocal incursions.

It’s a kind of courting behavior, this agreeing to come, alone, together, unorthodox as it may seem, but it’s all about the percolating.  You can agree to do it in the dark, through your clothes, or side by side, sharing at first only the sounds and the pace of your control of excitement.  You are elusive yet giving, self-protective not because you are weak but because you are precious.  Your partner confers a similar privilege upon you, the allure of them starting to share their secrets.  Then later, you can masturbate about that!


For rowdier readers — Adapted from Honey B., The Suite Life

He said that in his teens he’d gotten a hold of a men’s bondage magazine, it was his uncle’s, and the feature model looked much like me, especially in the body.  It ricocheted deep in his mind, he’d hallucinated my presence during countless masturbation frenzies, he’d thought of capturing me and making me his prisoner, not to hurt me, oh, no, he wanted to excite me, to please me, to be my abject slave, to sacrifice his very manhood to me if I wanted it.

I was on the sofa, I lifted one leg up over the arm of it, exposing myself to him, coral pink panties stretched tight to cover me but they glistened and seemed to cling. He watched very closely as I opened to him.

The form of masturbating I share this time is a fingers only orgasm, without penetration, a simple clitoral bang that results from indirect intense manipulation of the lips over the slippery button.  I tense my entire body so that I am almost rigid, my ass cheeks are clenched, my legs are stretched out straight, my back arches slightly so I can bear down against my hand, my tits jiggle with the force of my heaving heart.

I never look this tall standing up.

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What Nature Intends – What Nature Allows

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We’re all born to our bodies, tethered to brains and souls that overtake us as we build our lives.  Lovers and offspring are pivot points, geography counts but only so much.  In the way that Nature does, we need to accept the idea of tolerance. There’s what most of us are and what some of us are; there are prototypes and archetypes.

Our bodies are built with skeletons and stretchy flesh within a well-known range between 4′-6′ tall, not all of us but most of us.  We have established patterns of fat deposits and muscle development and accept wide ranges.  Intellectually we pegged 100 IQ but don’t agree on how to measure it.  Tolerance from the ideal to the real.  Love the one you are, love the one you’re with.

Nature intended sexual function but accepts our deviant ways within tolerable limits for viability.  Nasal intromission is just not going to work.  We learn to see the sexual beauty in others and eventually even ourselves.  This acceptance is key to high quality sensuality in life because the first person you seduce is yourself — you must believe you have a chance.  It is not survival of the fittest but of the fit (close enough).  If you are worried about this lump and that deficiency then you will not understand that those are nothing compared to the heat you are built to make, the caresses unique to your arm length and wrist structure.  The beauty of sharing what is yours, peculiarly yours as it is, tempers the mechanical fact of fornication that it is the same among the species: donkey to pig, rat to human… cheetah to gazelle.

Full tilt boogie on the lovemaking.  Forgive yourself and each other for the imperfections and instead notice what does work, what purrs, what gurgles, and thank Nature for the opportunity.  The most basic working version of parts mesh, the plainest of faces imprint, do not withhold all that you are because of stuff that you aren’t.

As a sexotic writer, I work in a vivid vernacular and seek rowdier readers who may self-identify as loners but travel intellectual circles packing big vocabularies and large spirits.  It is our brain’s intention to read and it is my eccentricity to focus on the carnal and the comical.  I hear back that most people’s advances in sexual self-confidence come from relaxing their standards, from understanding what is mutable and what is not about a lover, a friend, body type, and family.  This is not to say “lower” standards as much as adapt them to prevailing conditions, and recognize there’s more going on than your side of the equation so that you might yourself be judged more kindly.  My erotic-graphic language is a good reminder to think about your sex∞life, to plan to enjoy yourself, and to be glad for any chance you get to BE turned on.

From a technique and physique perspective, Kathleen K. Books are thought-provoking and carved carefully because we’ve drawn a veil across our passion and desire, even as we pulsate with porn-adgraphy in our media.  No wonder our receptors are worn out waggling in response to false stimuli.  Better lovemaking takes time, and consideration for other rewards the self as is shown again and again in our fables and fantasies.  Reading about sex at bedtime is a natural way to pepper your dreams with wayward images; perusing a naughty book on the train takes you away from the mundane.  Nature intends us to adapt to our decisions but allows us to live through our choices.  Finitude (Bingle it, web-wise).


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– but work is only 1/3 of 5/7 of the week

He had a long plump penis and very powerful hands so I kept seeing him long after we had much to say.  There was so much to do that we didn’t rub each other the wrong way.  He had the same appreciation for my ass, it just drove him wild, he told me, to see it sweep down and around from my waist to tuck tightly to my muscular thighs.  It made the big boy jump, I can attest to that.  We fit all over but it was my special pleasure to ease that significant snake up deep inside myself, knowing a fullness that is indescribable by analogy.  To have a functional place on the body function to full flower is in and of itself a definition of fulfillment.

His ‘thing’ was spanning my lush ripe can with his talented hands and pulling the ass-halves back (apart but inward?) so that everything shifted tighter where we connected.  It was exquisite.  We were generous with each other. He mounded my titties together with all four of our hands to insure maximum “envelopment” of his prick between my tits, and I could lip the tip/top like he liked.  He ate me out with care, understanding it was a language rather than an activity.

The social contract of relationships has little to do with the way I felt when he rummaged in my dress, hissing his whispers in my ear: I was his dirty princess, his red-hot witch.  He smudged me when he touched me but that would wash off later when I didn’t need it anymore.  Even now I feel him notching in, having taken his time and coaxed me to accept the girth of dick, that phallus so much more than the ordinary, gorgeously and proportionally bigger than average when average is already great.

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