Guest Blogger: David Russell ~ Erotic Romance Author and Poet

April 17, 2013

My guest blogger today is David RussellDavid has been writing erotica since the mid-1980s. Published extensively in magazines and anthologies along with several books, poetry and prose, he also recorded and is the singer-songwriter of a vinyl album, Bricolage recorded by Billy Childish for Hangman Records 1992, CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and The Burglars of Britain (1998)

Please tell us about the books you have published already?

My titles are: ‘Self’s Blossom’, ‘Explorations’; ‘Further Explorations’ and ‘Therapy Rapture’ ; pub Extasy

David’s books with Exstasy can be found HERE

‘My Dream of Madonna/An Ecstatic Rendezvous’ (XoXo Publishing)

David’s books can be found on Amazon HERE

Why do you write romance? 

I find it both soothing and invigorating in the face of today’s stresses.

Do you write in other forms? 

Yes; I write poetry, speculative fiction and literary journalism (reviews and critical articles). Some of my other writing areas get very dense; romance helps me to keep my balance.

On Monday, David had Therapy Rapture published with Extasy Books. 

Here’s the blurb for Therapy Rapture:

Ever had secret thoughts about a counsellor? Fitness trainer? Ever put two and two together?

Perry has a desire for the right woman to spend some time with, enjoying each other’s company, a romantic interlude that would lead to that one fabulous encounter, bringing complete ecstasy.

Rowena is a therapist who has endured a repressed childhood. She loves dressing up and
feels that the clothes have a way of caressing her body. She wants him to open up his mind to his dreams.

He begins to ache for Rowena. He finds her dark, sultry and somewhat reserved. He finds hard professional women sexy, and she happens to be just the one he believes could bring out that strong urge that he needs to release. Rowena wants him to incorporate his dreams into a healing process. She is able to help him release his inner self as the two have some romantic interludes that lead to total satisfaction. By giving into what their hearts and mind desires, they are able to find that one medium that captures their souls. After everything is over, will they be able to face the world positively?

Now an excerpt from Self’s Blossom

Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines,

shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.

At first she lay in the tide’s path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss –then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented, Selene dozed a while.

The aftermath of Selene’s beach seduction

The sea tipped in towards her, obliquely pitched from its reserve tank, waves bent on cleansing. Was the world going to crash and crumble around Selene’s eyes and ears finally to settle as mud beneath her—fossilizing all her betes noires for infinity? For years she had craved this, and in the long term, she had engineered it. With that one lunge, she had bitten off a great deal and was convinced that she was now chewing her morsel, digesting the experience to the depths of her tracts. A tap dripped inside her head, but seemed to have lost all power to liberate her.

Many thanks for being my guest today, David, you have a beautiful writing style, and I wish you much success in the future.

One Comment

  • Jan Bowles April 17, 2013 at 8:29 am

    Welcome to the blog, David