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August, 2012

What To Do About The Penis

By August 28, 2012 Writing Diatribes

Like dolphins, in college we lived in “Pods”–groups of twenty-two women sharing 11 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, on one floor. It was a good time–I had an AWESOME roommate, who must have been very patient (for not smothering me to death in the middle of the night. I still had night-terrors at that point, so sometimes I would wake up screaming, and she was STILL cool), we had a good view of the smokers’ hut from there (where all the drama was going down in the whole 5,000-student college), we were very unfortunately close to the 24-hour cafeteria so I gained the entire “freshman fifteen” that year, and in the winter we all went two weeks without hot water.

But what hangs in my mind the MOST was the penises.

Big ones, small ones, veiny ones, hairy ones, mostly all of them were completely deformed, and they all came in different colors. These penises were scrawled about the U-Shaped hallway in a mural form similar to the cavemen dwellings–if the cavemen were obsessed with pubic hair.

Copyright Bigstock / Taigi

There were unused human-shaped dildos proudly protruding all over the bathrooms like proud statues. There was even a penis mask. A couple of girls dressed as penises for Halloween–one was strangely a lesbian.

Maybe that’s why I’m scared to death of them. It was enough to give a girl a complex, after all.

It’s not that I don’t like James’ penis, I do. But I still get a little squeamish when he’s walking around naked–which he almost never does; he doesn’t even walk around in his chonies. Why? The penis. It’s intimidating.

Here’s why–I almost envision the penis a complete detachment of a man’s body. Like a wrist-watch. A forbidden wrist-watch. Or a pet. a FORBIDDEN pet. Because not in any picture or sculpture of the many penis depictions I had scene had there ever been a man attached to it. Men themselves treat it like something that thinks and acts on its own accord, very unlike my vagina. So when a penis gets involved in a sexual situation, it makes me go, “Well, and hello to you, too.”

Because of this, I find it impossible to write about them. I have literally found myself stealing discriptions. “Oh,” I think while reading. “Mushroom head… mushroom head. Yes. Pulsing member? ALRIGHTY.” Then I read diatribes like this:

“…Last night they’d been in the shower together, his manhood had been splendid. Erect, it was mouthwatering. She knew from last night that he’d grow so slick along that wide head…” -Kresley Cole, Dark Deeds at Night’s Edge

Kresley Cole’s always doing that. Making the penis not sound scary, unlike me. Normally when I write about a penis I slap down the ‘vague’ card while still treating it like it’s a sort of evil villain, and the heroine has no idea what’s coming to her:

She moaned, and as she did, he felt himself ache with lust. He nearly began to wonder if he was going to be spent before he got started. He kissed down to her belly button and then met her lips again and reached his hand down to finish undoing his pants. He quickly succeeded in freeing himself and placed his member on top of her mound.

 She nibbled on his lip and he massaged her untouched folds with his member, hoping to lubricate himself before he entered her. It was easy enough—she was young, innocent, and probably had no idea that he was stroking her with this part of his anatomy, BUT she was also very ripe for the picking.

He put himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes before he shoved himself inside of her with a slight grunt. Although he had barely entered her—she was so breathtakingly tight—her eyes widened with a look of betrayal and her mouth took on the shape of a perfect “O” even before she made any sounds of protest. Her look only made him more eager to place himself deeper inside of her.  He held onto her waist as she quickly tried to squirm herself away from him, firmly keeping her groin pressed to his own even though she gave a sharp scream and kept wiggling desperately.

“Ek! Admiral! Stop! Stop! It hurts!” she cried as she struggled to squirm away from him, but he responded only by thrusting into her until he was all the way inside of her. She pinched her eyes together and gave a sharp moan. “It hurts, it hurts!” she continued to cry.

Ironically enough, in the same moment, Logan had never felt better in his life and as she whined, he groaned happily before he withdrew himself so that he could thrust deep inside of her again, extracting another cry from her lips. He reached down with one hand and stroked within her folds, above her entrance as he continued slamming his length into her again and again.

She wrapped her arms and legs around his body to hold herself closer to him, which did not make pleasuring her easy for Logan, but she seemed to hope that if she was close enough to him, he couldn’t thrust into her as deeply. 

She held onto his neck with both arms, feeling completely overwhelmed with Logan’s purposeful looks and groans, the pain in her loins, and the slight tingling in her nipples. It was in her most overwhelmed moment that she felt her own loins seem to clench hungrily onto Logan’s flesh, and with a loud moan her hips betrayed her and let her fall back onto the bed while she bucked wildly against him, causing his member to go in and out of her violently.

With her tightness now clenching onto him like a vise, he felt he couldn’t hold onto himself any longer, and pressed his cheek onto Renny’s as she moaned, feeling his member contract and pulse wildly inside of her. Feeling as if he was too large for her as it was, his rapid engorgement made her groan and lock her jaw in response to the sharp pain. He breathily groaned as he released himself into her, spilling his seed deep inside her young, virgin body.  Finally, she no longer felt like he was ripping her apart.  

They held onto each other afterwards, panting tiredly. “You said…” she finally whined with a dry, hurt voice. “That you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I said no such thing,” Logan replied simply. “I said, ‘Does this hurt?’ You probably should have regarded it, in fact, as a complete change in topic.” He kissed her neck and began to murmur explanations for his treachery. “I couldn’t tell you it would hurt, my honey, because you wouldn’t relax, and it was hard enough entering you without your muscles clenching with fear and apprehension.” He nibbled on her neck slightly, then looked down and with a groan, pulled out of her. She responded by breathing a sigh of relief and comfort. ” –Korey Mae Johnson, Pursuit of Glory

and so I went to research the best ways to make it sound in my writing like it could LOOK good as much as it could FEEL good. It’s hard to write, and so I felt I needed a field-guide to help me figure out the right wording while I worked on my own cock-worship, trying to get the organ to not seem so damn intimidating.

I found this. It’s sort of like a training-wheels guide to writing the penis, something to build off of. 

 Excerpted from “Sex in the Romance: A Review of Romantic Encounters of the Close Kind”. (copyright John L. Ferri 1994,

  • Aching bulge
  • aching shaft
  • arousal
  • aroused flesh
  • blatant, aggressive, magnificent arousal
  • bulging erection
  • burgeoning erection
  • eagerness
  • engorged flesh
  • engorged manhood
  • erect manhood
  • erect rod
  • erection
  • evidence of his arousal
  • evidence of his own instant arousal
  • fiery brand
  • firm flesh
  • full throbbing erection
  • fullness
  • growing arousal
  • growing erection
  • hard male heat
  • hard male loins
  • hard pulse of his arousal
  • hard shaft
  • hardness
  • hardness of his arousal
  • hardness of his sex
  • hardness to his loins
  • his driving need
  • his sex
  • hot, bulging shaft
  • hot distended flesh
  • hot flesh
  • hot swollen flesh
  • hotness
  • iron-hard tumescence
  • loins
  • love’s sweet arrow
  • male member
  • malenes
  • manhood
  • masculinity
  • molten member
  • phallus
  • plenipotentiary instrument
  • pulsating manhood
  • pulsing core
  • rapidly growing erection
  • rigid flesh
  • rigid part of him
  • rigid shaft
  • rigid source of heat
  • rigidity
  • rock hard
  • rod
  • shaft
  • sinewy length of him
  • stirring manhood
  • straining erection
  • straining masculinity
  • straining sex
  • straining shaft
  • swelling in his loins
  • swollen flesh
  • swollen manhood
  • swollen member
  • swollen staff
  • thick hardness
  • throbbing erection
  • throbbing hardness
  • throbbing manhood
  • throbbing shaft
  • throbbing hardness
  • thrusting hardness
  • thrusting possession
  • torrid extension
  • turgid shaft
  • virile masculinity

I hope that helps any one who has penis-discombobulation like I do, but please let me know if you have any favorite examples from books you’ve read in the comments with awesome penis-descriptions!

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Taken By Force / Taken As Theirs by Korey Mae Johnson and Carolyn Faulkner

By August 21, 2012 Korey's Books & Stories

Year Published: August 2012

Book Length: 2 Stories / 20,000 words total (Korey’s Section is 12,200 words long)

Taken By Force contains two extremely hot stories of young women bred against their will.

Born to be Bred, by Carolyn Faulkner:

Dr. Rance McCallister had a good thing going, especially for a man of his particular tastes.  His Facility processed anonymous, long forgotten girls by the dozens, all of whom were run through multiple kinds and styles of tests before they even entered, unwillingly of course.  Each girl was there for a simple reason—to be bred or sold off to the highest bidder.

Stephanie Barnett had caught his eye in more than one way. She was a redhead, which he had a penchant for, and she was a bit older and smarter than the others, who had all been too beaten down by life to try very hard to find a way out of captivity.

Not so with Stephanie, who still had plenty of fight left in her. She posed a bit of a problem for him, since she was a reporter, but he had the kind of connections that could erase any trace of her existence. He wanted her all for himself, wanted her to keep fighting him every time he took her, to struggle against every stroke of the lash, and to birth his babies, all entirely against her will.

Breeding the Virgin Goddess, by Korey Mae Johnson:

The barbarian horde lead by the fierce kings Brock and Gareth has finally conquered the entire realm. As they march into the heart of the capital city, there is only one enemy still in their path: The Living Goddess of Banatal.  Kill her, and the realm will be theirs.

Except that they didn’t expect her to be quite so beautiful, so young, or so… innocent! Their plans quickly change, and they, like the King-Brothers before them, both choose the same bride—her—and she quickly finds out that she has no say in the matter.

Knowing that their future child will be worshiped as a God-King and will command the full loyalty of their subjects, they set out to breed their new virgin queen as soon as possible.

But the Goddess doesn’t want to be bred. She doesn’t want to be married, or feel the pain of a man between her thighs, let alone TWO men one after another, again and again, day after day! Men who want nothing more, it seems, than to dominate and humiliate her while filling her with their seed. Is there any hope of happiness for her?

Warning: These stories contain non-consensual sex (for the purpose of breeding), kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, and non-consensual discipline and punishment. If such elements might disturb or make you uncomfortable, please do not purchase this story.

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Why Chula’s A Saint

By August 4, 2012 Korey's Friends

I’m here to say it: just because I HAVE an English Degree doesn’t mean I deserved one. I mean, when I sit down and think about it, I know the rules of the road–I know where to put commas, etc. But that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes write complete and utter nonsense.

Strange enough: When I’m enjoying the scene I’m writing I write FAR worse than when I’m gritting my teeth and bearing it, or flat-out writing a scene that my husband told me to add in there. Strange enough, when my husband commissions me to write something, I don’t  even need an editor. It’s not like I’m lost in the scene. Occasionally I’m writing from a bullet list.

Back to the matter at hand–I enjoyed writing “Otherworldly Discipline: A Witch’s Lesson”. I better have–I wrote the first 50 pages about 12 times, each with different plots. I was really in a fantasy mood. I wanted witches, I wanted wizards, and strange enough I had watched way too many Colin Firth movies at the time and so I wanted someone who was very proper, very smart, with Darcy-esque unlikability. Hence popped out Ashcroft Medwin. I was also surprised when he liked to dirty talk to Charlotte, once he actually started to have sex with her–but I realized that I like a really trashy bedroom scene.

I liked Moriarty, mostly because writing about fashionable metrosexual men is a real hoot, especially when they’re prissy gits who REALLY want to be taken seriously, but their manicured fingernails don’t allow it.

Back to where it all went wrong–because I enjoyed the characters and was trying to make the dialogue “witty”, I made a real mess of the actual book. Luckily I was able to call in a favor with Mrs. Stone… Who probably spent HOURS reading that story. Final count of changes? 345 comments were made regarding “change this…” edits. This story is only 90,000 words long, people. And there’s only… drumroll… THREE places where I disagreed with her. Three. Out of Three HUNDRED and forty five.

Ever feel like you totally took advantage of someone? That’s sort of how I felt about poor Chula… I spent an hour–maybe two–making a cover for her almost a year ago. And to “pay me back”, she spent obviously 10+ hours editing this puppy. And she couldn’t have been nicer about uncrapifying my book. She did a bang-up job!

So gracias, Chula Stone. Gracias. Go visit her Amazon page and get your Stone on, folks! :)
Chula Stone at Amazon.

Also, I don’t want to not mention Jan, who read the first 13 chapters of Otherwordly Discipline and fixed a lot of problems that Chula didn’t have to later choke down. Not to mention I got a good lecture about not to use italics. Supposedly I have an obsession. :) Thanks to you, too, Jan! :) You’re awesome!

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