I have decided to start writing under a new Pen Name of Lance Greencastle. I will continue to write stories and novels under the name of Declan Stanley but I do find it very hard to categorise my writing and from a marketing point of view I really don’t know who I am writing for (other than myself) and so when it comes to promoting my books I really don’t know who to aim my message at. That and the fact that by nature I would love to be a reclusive writer and not have to hop all over the internet shouting “Buy my book! Bye my book!” means that I don’t do any very effective marketing of my books at the moment.

When I wrote Alexandra I had no plan, either for writing the story or for market and selling the book afterwards. I just basically wrote what came to me biased on my own experiences of dating and falling in love and out came a story. The same is true with Alice. I just wanted to explore how our culture could impact on our sexual development. So I wrote a book loosely biased on Alice in Wonderland but incorporating modern cultural references. And as I was explicitly exploring sexuality I included explicit sex scenes in the book.

And while writing both books I was half thinking that sex sells so putting explicit sex scenes in my stories people will only encourage people to buy them, I have found that in reality I have missed the target with both potential demographics. For the people who want to read literary fiction there is both not enough literature and way too much sex in my stories. And for those potential readers interested in sex well… the average erotic book has something like five “cum shots” per chapter so going two and a half chapters between vanilla sex scenes was just not floating their boats.

So as I read a lot more erotica than literary fiction I decided that I should follow my heart and jump right into the porn industry. Well at least try my hand at writing and marketing explicitly erotic ebooks. So, as my first pet was called “Lance” and the name of the road I grew up on was “Greencastle” the pen name “Lance Greencastle” seemed entirely appropriate. I am using this pen name in order to establish a distinct brand name for a specific type of erotic writing that I believe is narrow enough in focus that I can cover all the keywords that people will type into search engines when looking for such stories, but still popular enough to have a large market of willing ebook buyers.

So the specific Keywords/fetish themes that Lance Greencastle will write about are CFNM, FemDom, Spanking and Chastity/Orgasm control. This also allows me to write fun light stories that can be erotically charged as well as allowing me to exercise my interest in physiological insight into the human condition and examining the nature of power and control, and freedom and slavery, desire, lust, love and truth. So pop on over to Lance Greencastle for a hot, fun erotic read.

I am very pleased to announce, in the first week of the new year the first in what will probably be a somewhat irregular series of new stories that I will be posting on my site.

Nasty Angel 01 – Ass Fuck where our hero finds a girl with face like an angel, but who acts as nasty as a devil

Please enjoy.

I have just posted a new erotic short story called Jay in the Restroom. involving one guy and two DickGirls.

There is a constant debate within the erotic blogosphere, especially amongst writers, whether to call our work erotica or porn. Like all things relating to pornography it depends entirely on the eye of the beholder. One reader’s cute little story is another’s blasphemous, obscene abomination.
There is also sometimes a perceived snobbishness with the choice between “erotica” and “porn”, along the lines of “Oh no, I don’t do porn, I write erotica.” Erotica, in this instance, being spiritually uplifting and enlightening as opposed to porn which is degrading and debasing.
I would hate for anyone to for anyone to think I was a snob. And I will admit to enjoying porn as much as the next man. But when it comes to reading I expect more than I expect more that a bland description for mechanical sex. And when it comes to my writing I hope my readers will appreciate that try to write complex, 3D characters and interesting story lines. And so I use the term “erotica” to describe my work.
In porn the action is more important than the characters, we are there to see people having sex. In erotica the characters are the main focus and the erotic action is driven by the characters emotions and limiting believes. The characters and/or plot will develop and grow through the action described.
That is not to say that the action described can not be enjoyable and arousing, but like every element in a tightly constructed story it has to perform several functions; entertaining the reader, developing the characters and advancing the plot all at the same time.
In other words “Erotica” is good fiction with explicit sex and porn is just explicit sex.

After 4 and a half years and several bouts of writer’s block I have finally finished my novel “Alice”.
Loosely inspired by Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland “Alice” is a 21st century fairytale for adults. This book has explicit sex scenes as well as surreal references to popular culture so it is not a book for children.

As I have put a lot of time and effort into creating “Alice” I have published it at SmashWords.com. Read the first 5 chapters for free then use the coupon code “SWS50″ to get 50% off when you buy the full book (Coupon Valid until 31st July 2010).

I have a couple of short stories to finish up then I hope to resume work on Justine. The first chapter of Justine (Seducing a girl) also started life as a short story and I have a feeling that one of my short stories (if not both) will also end up having sequels.

It is only by accepting, or even embracing, the possibility of failure that we can achieve success.

“That’s all there is. There isn’t any more,” whined Madeline in her little girl voice.
“Oh, There’s always more,” Sarah’s green eyes sparkled at Dave. “Isn’t there?”
Dave groaned, but was too exhausted to even pretend to strain at his bonds.
“But I am pulling and squeezing just like you showed me,” Madeline continued, “and nothing is coming out.” She let out an exasperated sigh, “Look it isn’t even getting hard anymore.”
“That’s because Dave is holding back on us,” Sarah smiled at David, “Aren’t you?”
Panic started to rise inside David. What more did this bitch want from him? What more could he give her?
Sarah lent in close and put her lips close to Dave’s ear. “I want you to cum until it hurts,” her voice was low, but not so low that Madeline couldn’t hear her. “I want you to cum until you shoot blood.”
A chill ran through Dave. He was in no doubt that she meant exactly what she said.
Madeline giggled.
And even though an icy dread ran through Dave’s very soul his cock started to get hard once more.

I walk into my bedroom and find my girlfriend in bed with my room-mate. Stuttering, “Err, s-s-sorry,” I turn around and walk out again. Well that’s what any well brought up young man would do upon entering a bedroom and finding two naked bodies entwined on the bedsheets.
Standing in the hallway outside I realize what I had just seen: my girlfriend in my bed with my room-mate!
From the other side of the closed door I can hear the muffled commotion of my girlfriend and room-mate untangling themselves and scrambling around for their clothes.
While I was in a state of shock, I was also a little lost as to exactly what to do. Having just left I couldn’t very well barge right back in again. On the other hand I couldn’t very well just stand there in the hallway waiting for them to emerge.
So I go to the kitchen to make some coffee. But instead I pour myself a very large whiskey.
Now, everyone knows my room-mate is a lesbian. And she is totally hot. I mean really, totally hot. Every man and every woman wants her. And my girlfriend has always been a little bit suspicious, perhaps even jealous of her and of our friendship with each other. I mean, it’s not like my girlfriend doesn’t trust me, or anything. And I was never going to cheat on her, even if my room-mate hadn’t batted for the other team. But, as I’ve said, my room-mate is totally hot. So the door was always going to be open for that little bit of doubt in my girlfriend’s mind.
At breakfast a few days previously my room-mate had said, “Well, I could always hit on her. That way she would really know that I was gay and not about to try and steal you away from her.”
“Don’t you dare,” I’d laughed, knowing full well that my room-mate was crazy enough to do just that. “I have enough trouble convincing her to hang out here as it is. I don’t need you to scare her off completely.”
“So she’s scared of me, is she?” my room-mate had smiled as she sipped her coffee.
“You know what I mean,” I’d replied.
And I had thought nothing more of it. Until now that is. I took a large sip of my whiskey. Because my room-mate had certainly been hitting on my girlfriend just now! I shudder as I swallow.
They both come into the kitchen, looking very sheepish, my girlfriend’s face bright red, and neither able to look me in the eye.
I am taken aback for the second time that afternoon.
I have never seen my room-mate look sheepish before. She has never been shy about being out. I have often walked in on her making out in front of the TV with any of a long line of girlfriends. And in our small 2 bed apartment we both know when the other isn’t just sleeping in bed. So I didn’t expect her to look sheepish just because I’d accentually walked in on her making love to another girl.
But then again, I take another gulp of my whiskey, she had been in my bed and with my girlfriend when I’d walked in on her. So maybe she feels she has something to feel sheepish about this time.
“It’s not what it looks like,” my girlfriend starts.
“Ah fuck, dude,” my room-mate interrupts her. “It totally is exactly what it looks like.”
“I mean,” my girlfriend shoots her a dirty look. “It just happened…”
“Because I decided to hit on your girlfriend.”
“Agh,” my girlfriend balls up her fists.
“You know that I didn’t expect her to got for it,” my room-mate explains.
“And when she did?” I put my drink down.
“Ah fuck,” she looks at the ground again. “Your girlfriend’s totally hot, man.”
“Yeah, I know.”
We all stand around for a moment.
“So what now?” I look at both of them.
Neither look up.
“Well, you know…” my room-mate starts to say.
I look at her.
“Well it’s just that…” my room-mate starts to draw circles in the dust with her toe. “Well… lately I’ve… always been curious… about, you know,” she shrugs.
“Curious?”
“About, you… you know,” her face is bright red.
“I fucking knew it!” my girlfriend shouts at her.
“No!” my room-mate shot back. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“It totally is exactly what it looks like,” my girlfriend takes a step towards her.
“Whoa there,” I step between them, knowing that no matter how angry my girlfriend is, my room-mate could tear her apart without breaking a sweat. “This is not what it looks like.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not?”
I smile at them, “Look, I’m not angry.”
“Oh.”
“You’re not?”
“I know you two haven’t been fooling around behind my back.”
“No.”
“Totally.”
“I know that sometimes stuff just happens,” I look at my room-mate.
She gives a half shrug and looks away.
“And that nobody planned this,” I look at my girlfriend.
“Absolutely,” she looks up hopefully.
“So, let’s go see if we can work this out,” I take my girlfriend’s hand and my room-mate’s hand and lead them back towards my bedroom.
“Is this what it looks like?”
“It totally is exactly what it looks like.”

This story has been moved to http://lancegreencastle.com/69/junes-caning/.

Slap!
He did wish she would stop slapping him
Slap! Slap!
He cries out through the “panty gag” that fills his mouth.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” she pants, grinding herself down against his pubic bone.
He tries to moan, but all that comes out is a muffled burble.
She pushes herself up and then slams back down forcing his cock deep inside her.
He grunts again
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He wants to put his arm up and stop her, but there is no give in the ropes that hold them down.
She starts to grind herself in earnest, matching the deep thump of the club’s music, pulsing the air even here in the lady’s room.
Thump, thump, thump.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” she pants as she starts to climb to her final climax.
He lets out one long moan, almost a sigh. Pain or pleasure? He can’t tell any more.
She grabs his shoulders and grinds herself hard against him.
“Oh, shit,” he tires to say, but all that emerges is an incoherent moan.
She pulls him tight, grinding hard against him and forcing his cock deep inside herself. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screams in his ear.
He tries to turn his head, but there is nowhere for him to go.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she finally shudders to a halt, her arms and legs squeezing her cunt tight into his crotch.
“Oh, No!” incoherently bubbles through the sodden cotton that fills his mouth. He rolls his eyes up as his raw cock and aching balls dry spasm.
She collapses on top of him, her whole body a dead weight pushing his naked flesh onto the toilet seat and against the pipes that bruise his back.
Everything is still for a moment. Just ragged breathing and pulsing baseline.
He is just glad that she has stopped rutting. And stopped slapping his face.
Slowly she pushes herself upright. A contented glow on her face. She pats the side of his face, gently. But he still winces at her touch.
She pulls herself off him, stumbling slightly as her legs regain their strength.
He looks down at his lap. The tight rubber band at the base of his cock is making it swell bright purple. And the even tighter band around his scrotum is making his balls ache and stopping them from cuming.
Through a fog of fatigue he once again wondered if it was healthy to have his cock and balls bound so tightly for so long. Surly his circulation was being cut off. Surly there was going to be some damage. What if he never came again?
“Admiring yourself?” the woman laughs.
He looks up. Which one was she again? How many had there been? His eyes close for a moment.
Slap! Slap! Slap! “No sleeping on the job!”
“Ugh!” his face really hurt. Why did they all want to slap him?
She steps back, smoothing down her skirt.
“You just wait there,” her blond hair is tossed all over her head. “My friend will join you in a moment,” she smiles as she pulls open the bolt and squeezes passed the cubical door.
For a moment he catches a glance of himself in the bathroom mirror. A slumped figure in the dark shadows at the back of the last cubicle.
Then a dark haired girl in a thin, tight dress steps in front of him.
She smiles as she squeezes the cubical door closed and slides the bolt home.
He moans as she reaches under her skirt to pull down her panties.

His new job as washroom attendant at the Lesbos Palace was not turning out to be quite what he had expected.

I am sitting in front of the TV, munching a banana, when my new room-mate comes in.

“Hi, Sam,” I call out to her.

“Oh. Hi, Julie,” she drops her sports bag on the floor. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Did you run up the stairs again?”

“It’s only five flights,” she pulls the sweatband off her head. “What’s the point of going to the gym and then using the elevator when I come home.”

“I suppose,” I shrug.

She plonks down onto the sofa beside me. “Can I have a bite?” she nods at my banana.

“Err, sure,” I was about to say there’s a bunch in the kitchen if she wants one, but she leans in and opens her mouth to take my banana in her mouth.

I don’t know if it was the way she closes her eyes, or the way she opens her mouth with a tiny flick of her tongue on her lower lip, or if it is the tilt of her head, or the way the banana brushes her lips as she takes it inside, but suddenly I am very aware that there is a hot, sweaty body sitting very close to me.

She takes a modest bite. It’s not like she deep throats my banana or anything. But somehow it was very sensual, very sexual, as she slowly chews the banana, savouring it’s flavour, still leaning across me with her eyes closed.

I suddenly wanted to know what the touch of her skin feels like, how her lips taste, how she moans when she comes.

“Are you hot?”

“Huh?” I come out of my dream.

“Are you hot,” she nods down at my body. “You just have a t-shirt on, I was wondering if you wanted to turn the air-con down a notch.”

“No, I… I just had a shower and didn’t want to dress before going to bed.”

“Yes,” she takes a deep breath through her nose. “You still smell of apricot shower jell.”

Somehow my heart is racing.

“Apricot’s my favourite,” she smiles

“Oh,” my voice catches in my throat.

She sits back on the couch, pressing right up against me. “So what are you watching?” her hand drops onto my naked thigh.

Her body feels hot against mine, she hasn’t showered, but her sweat is sweet and fresh. The heavy heat of her body contrasts with the light touch of her hand resting palm down on my bare skin. I suddenly feel the absence of my panties.

“Is this CSI?” she asked.

“Err, yes,” I manage to say.

“Cool, I haven’t seen this in ages.”

There was a kind of buzzing in my ears. And I am not sure what I was looking at any more. All I knew was the physical closeness of her body next to mine, the hot, heavy sweetness of her scent and the deep tang of my own arousal.

“Are you going to eat that?”

I am not sure what she means.

But she leans over and takes another bite of my banana. Her shoulder brushing against my nipple sends electric shivers through my body.

“Open up,” she says around the piece of banana she holds between her teeth.

I let my lips part and she presses the banana into my mouth, her lips touching mine, her tongue pushes the banana into my mouth. I start to chew and she lets her tongue tease my lips for a moment before pulling away.

She bends down and takes another bite for herself, then shifts around and and settles down with her head in my lap. Her damp hair caressing my naked skin.

I don’t quite know what to do with my free hand.

She reaches up and takes it in hers, tucking it under her elbow and pressing it to her chest.

I can feel the rise and fall of her breathing.

“You’re not wearing any panties are you,” she says.

“Err, no,” my voice is weak.

“Cool,” she settles her shoulder against my thigh and her head into my lap. Nothing between her damp hair and mine. “You have a double bed in you room don’t you?”

“Err, yes,” I reply.

“Good,” she closes her eyes. “I only have a single.”

I know. I’d vacated the smaller bedroom when the previous girl had moved out.

“Wake me up when you want to go to bed,” she falls almost instantly into a deep sleep.

Now I am stuck with a banana skin in one hand, Sam hugging my other hand and the TV remote on the arm of the couch to far away to reach without disturbing her. So I sit and watch two and a half episodes of CSI before she wakes.

“Oh, it’s late,” she yawns. “You should have woken me.”

“You looked so peaceful.”

“I’ve an early start in the morning.”

“So do I.”

“So we’d better get to bed then,” she sits up and flicks off the TV. Taking my hand she leads me into my bedroom.

I snuggle under the duvet while she quickly strips.

Then she slips in beside me and wraps her arms around me. I know I’ll never have to sleep alone again.

P.S. I have no idea what happened to the banana skin.

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I’ve come up with another promotional strategy. Inspired by the#fictionfriday HashTag on twitter I have decided to write a short story each week, to be posted each Friday.

I am putting the finishing touches to one as we speak and will post it tomorrow.

I don’t normally write erotic poetry. I don’t really write many poems.

I don’t even know if this erotic. But it definitely is a poem.

Making a Big Mess Again

Suck, suck, suck.
Suck, suck, suck.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Squirt, squirt, squirt.
Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Splatter, splatter, splatter.
Splatter, splatter, splatter.

Splodge, splodge, splodge.
Splodge, splodge, splodge.

Making a big mess again.

She looks at me with that “Little Girl Look” in her eyes and I can’t tell her that she’s second best.

I can’t tell her she’s an “eight out of ten” and I wan to live a “ten out of ten life.”

I can’t tell her I’ve “settled.”

I can’t tell her “I want more.”

I can’t tell her “I’m worth it.”

I can’t break her heart

We live in an “80/20” world.

So I will sacrifice my 20% for her 100%

How can I break her heart?

Then she says, “We need to talk.”

Oh, shit.

“Listen,” she smiles softly. “It’s not you, it’s me…”

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Doctorow Law: Anytime someone puts a lock on something you own, against your wishes, without giving you the key, they’re not doing it for your benefit.

A glimpse into the glamorous life of the writer.

Here is a video from the TED network featuring author Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat Pray Love) speaking on the emotional pitfalls of being a creative person, particularly about feeling at the mercy of your muses. In the clip, Gilbert explains how she came to a healthier, more positive attitude about the seeming capriciousness of the creative process.

Here is a video of an Espresso Book Machine in action.

As an indie. author I have embraced a business model based on Print on Demand(POD) technology and web 2.0 social networking so it is exciting to think that machines like this could allow readers to get, almost instantaneously, a copy of my my book into their hands. No more waiting days for Amazon or CreateSpace to send you a copy in the mail.

I’ve just received the proof copy for the paperback version of Alexandra and there is some universal law that states the errors will appear in the hard copy version that where completely invisible on screen, no matter how many times you have read through the manuscript!

I am also revising Alice and hope to be able to publish the paperback soon after Alexandra.

I am also plotting Justine. I was struck on Chapter 2. After all the flash backs in chapter 1 I was unsure how to write rest of the novel. Writing the entire novel as “overlapping flashbacks” seemed firstly very difficult and secondly could end up being very hard to read. I could easily get lost writing flashback after flashback, and the reader could become totally confused. But I think I have devised a way that will work.

Also If I want to publish Celia as a paperback I will really need to rewrite it. Celia was my first novel. And it is not at all up to the standard that I write to now. I have ideas for other novels set in the same storyline telling Becky’s, Jazz’s and Sam’s stories(characters in Celia). So If ever want to write them I will need to rewrite Celia.

So I’m proofing Alexandra, revising Alice, plotting Justine and maybe rewriting Celia. And maybe working on Becky(I have an outline of chapter 1 from years ago), Jazz and Sam.

And yes, I have noticed a trend in the names of my novels(though in this case Sam is a boy).