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Rising Above Porn Scum: Lôôk at “The Lunarium”

The deluge of online porn is like air pollution, a man-made artifact evidencing a selfish nature.  Erotica is respite from the choking ram-a-jam virtuality that drowns the finer points of sex∞love in raw rasterized two-dimensional reductions of our richer selves a/k/a stupid ass selfies.  Everywhere you search you see the hole-pole Hodge-podge of porn scum.  The only antidote to smut is sex-positive push-back by many more of us and more frequently.  Sexotic language entices you to ponder the more complicated elements of submission and permission, slower roasted thus fuller bodied.  As is shown in the sample below:  we see action, motive, context and outcome in a tidy package of language.  Think deeply about your longings and see what it does to your feelings.

KATHLEEN K. BOOKS MILESTONE:  The Lunarium was Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2013 which is a great distinction for an indie author-publisher.  Kirkus Reviews has been assessing books for eighty years and has earned a reputation for toughness.  Kirkus will be naming the next crop for The Best of 2014 in a few weeks and I wish all the contenders good luck.  I thought I’d commemorate being notified last year around this time by tossing ten free copies into the rowdier reader pool at GoodReads.com

The Lunarium GiveAway       Share the link Valid until 11/30/2014

The Lunarium is a collection of sixty-nine vignettes of voyeurism entitled and enumerated as Things.  It is not about creepy peeping, it is an inside look at the hidden world of exhibitionism.

SAMPLE – For Adults Only





Bedside Reader for the Adult Mind

The Thirty-Ninth Thing  ><  Her First, Then Me, Said She

I am at the Slick Cat Club, far from my home and my real world.  I’m advan­tageously seated near the stage so I can catch every juice detail.  Mr. and Mrs. Performance Couple are plain ordinary people, her tummy sags a bit, his ass is soft.  They are healthy and these human individu­alities make her outstanding breasts and his long fat dick all the more appealing.  I’m not paying enough attention to what they are saying so I pick up in mid-monolog.

“I want you to trust me, Bob.  I understand what you want – a taste of something different.  You’re loyal as hell, aren’t you?  You don’t want to hurt my feelings by admitting how often you wonder about other women.  It’s OK.  I’m not mad about it.  I’d be mad if you lied about it, so don’t.  Tonight we’re really putting on a show: allow me to introduce my stage assistant:  Missy.  Missy is appearing courtesy of her man, he’s here watching.  She’s going to rub up against you, you don’t mind that, do you, Bob?  She’s young and firm, close your eyes and remember when we felt like that.  Go ahead, put your arms around her.  She even smells fresh, doesn’t she?  Now, Bob, I’ve known you a long time.  I want you to relax, indulge yourself.  You deserve it, after all, you’ve been faithful and fair.  As have I.  So this is for us.  That’s right, Bob, pull up her blouse and lick her tender titties.  Close your eyes and listen to me, Bob.  Missy’s a dream for you from me.  And that’s a powerful love.  The kind of love I believe you feel for me.  So you would surely agree that I might have some longings of my own, I might want to break out too.  Maybe a young cock would feel to me like that young cunny does to you.  If you had a hand buried between her legs, you wouldn’t mind if Missy’s man put his hand between mine… right?  You’d know when you feel her twitch that I’m twitching too.  I do understand what you want and why you want it.”

Missy and her man were as ordinary as Mr. and Mrs. Performance Couple, they did, however, offer the vigor of prime.  Missy was raven-haired and her light pink nipples drew my eye.  In spite of the fact the puffy centers stretched big, somehow I thought of them as inexperienced, little-used, that every suck on them would be daring.  I refused to focus on her tight twat, the idea of fingering her made my hands clench.  If I was as close to her as Bob was, I’d be able to get one hand on both butt cheeks which literally jiggled when she moved, a derriere to adore.

I admired Mrs. Couple, she was simultaneously Mr. Couple’s fantasy and nightmare.  She could give him another woman to make love to, and she could make love to another man.  Why is it so many cheaters think they are the only one of the pair with runaway thoughts?  Can’t both sides have the same mix of desires: to be safe, to have fun, to live, to have a home from which to roam.  Mr. Couple was a little rusty, he made a few wrong moves until he fit himself to Missy.  He seemed distracted, looking over his shoulder at his wife being pronged by a long-haired blue-eyed biker.  Missy’s boyfriend was in leathers, his fly was open to let out his rowdy cock and balls (it was more of a flap, Mrs. Couple could screw herself right down against his bare groin).  Even with this arresting sight behind him, Mr. Couple’s hands were stroking Missy, up under her arm, behind her elbow, over the torso, into the dark.  He peeled her pussy lips apart and slid up against Missy’s opening.  Never taking his eyes off his wife, he prodded Missy with his cock.  We could see him making headway, we all understood why he had to pull out even though it was the last thing any of us wanted to see.  One step forward, two steps back; the deeper in he was pushing, the farther out he was pulling.  Thus deeper to thrust on his return.  You do keep going forward, one measure at a time.  I don’t know where his mind was but his prick was deep in Missy, her hips were dipping in a limber way I can’t describe but do admire.

Encore!  The couples righted themselves and while Missy and her man did a beautiful background version of Two Youths A’Fucking; Mr. Couple got up behind Mrs. Couple and cracked her butt in front of everybody.  She was so wet from being with another man that he could lubricate himself sufficiently to slip his dick in the back door.  We were not surprised, once we saw it, because even as she dared him to accept her as a complete female he was rising to a complete maleness she found exciting.  Mr. Couple might have been on vacation with Missy but there was no doubt he was at home with Mrs. Couple.

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Northwest author Kathleen K. named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2013

The Lunarium (One man’s memories of the watchers and the watched) was Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2013 spotlighting the inventive and intelligent erotica for rowdier readers available at KathleenKBooks.com or Amazon.com.  This bedside reader for the adult mind provides vignettes of voyeurism, Things to think about, titled and enumerated from one to sixty-nine:

The Thirty-Seventh Thing          Tit Talent Show

The Thirty-Eighth Thing            She Eats Cock with a Knife and Fork

The Thirty-Ninth Thing              Her First, Then Me, Said She

The Fortieth Thing                      No Homo

The Forty-First Thing                 Panties for Sale

The Forty-Second Thing            Luck of the Irish Boy, A Lass

The Forty-Third Thing               Love-chafed

The Forty-Fourth Thing             Doggie Wanna Bone?

The Forty-Fifth Thing                 Sex Radio

The Forty-Sixth Thing                Whose Tongue in Which Cheek?

The Forty-Seventh Thing           Mr. Phyllis

The Forty-Eighth Thing              I Learned in the Laps of the Masters

The Forty-Ninth Thing               (title restricted)

The Fiftieth Thing                        Virgin Orgy

The Fifty-First Thing                   Staged Kiss Off

The Fifty-Second Thing              Are You Good?

The Fifty-Third Thing                 The Lunarium by Daylight


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

Written with verve and a contagious sense of exhibitionism, K’s first-person narrative is divided into 70 “things”: brief chapters that descriptively chart [the narrator] O’Donahue’s carnivalesque adventures at risqué live theater performances.

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

By Kirkus Reviews March 2013

Kirkus Reviews is a professional assessment service for books.  What an unexpected honor to be included in their Best of 2013.  I didn’t “apply” to be considered for the Best Of list… it evidently happened in the ordinary course of their reviewing year.  I spent the summer and fall scheming and dreaming how to promote my vintage Boomer porn book business while The Lunarium moved from stack to stack at Kirkus, hand to hand… etched on a final draft.  Included!

Sassy, sexy, comical erotica is not for everybody.  Explicit narratives have been a scandalous collectors-only genre that seems tame against the turgid murky sea of Internet porn.  Yet, when constructed with a deft hand, sexotic writing leads you to the infrequently discussed basic instincts, using those words that were supposed to be drowned in soap.  To invite this counterculture statement piece about the hidden side of exhibitionism to stand forward with more traditional romance, crime and intrigue is meaningful to alternative book builders and the readers we serve.

The Lunarium  is available at KathleenK.xxx alongside other plainspoken books about phone sex, stoners with boners, sexual consultants, and dark princes heeding their queen.   Sex is mammalian, much deeper than the civilized veneer of socialized humans.  Specific to the riotous viewpoint of love∞sex is some humor and a splash of snarkiness to temper the jolting discovery that we are designed to connect.  We can argue designed by whom but can’t argue designed for what.  It doesn’t take higher brain function to procreate but thoughtless sex is not the answer for long-term satisfaction.

Fans say the books are lively, informative, oddly thoughtful and uber-naughty.  Readers catch the drift, ride the wave, they take the book on as it is meant to be ingested:  word by carefully chosen word, deceptively freewheeling.  Erotic writing requires a higher-than-average number of human encounters to move the plot along so venue is all-important.  The Lunarium is a fantasy landscape, a solarium at night, where complicated sexual tableaus alternate with that same old coo-coo-ca-choo we know and love.  There is the simple intent to have a good time, all the time.


#erotica #bestof2013 #KathleenK

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