Shagged in the Bookshop

or, Why are These Pages Stuck Together?

Today marks the release of “Shagged in the Bookshop” on the Kindle store, the fifth and final entry in this round of gangbang stories. I’m taking a little break from the big groups for a couple of weeks, working on some more intimate settings with two, no more than three, participants.

I really enjoyed writing this one — Penelope’s curated collection of erotica sounds like something that someone should make real, I’d love to stretch out on that chaise in a lacy black outfit and turn the pages in a big picture book of dildos with a riding crop. I also liked Penelope’s character: she’s bitchy and bossy and not afraid to demand what she wants. Frank was a fun character to write, too — he’s a cross between Owen Gray and Jack Kerouac, worldly but poetic, and he’s not afraid to turn Penelope’s riding crop on her.

Writing this was a chance to dip into some of the classics of the genre — a little Anais Nin, a little Henry Miller, with some passing glances at D.H. Lawrence and the Victorian “anonymous” crowd. There’s even a V.C. Andrews reference (do middle school girls still pass around beat up paperbacks like we did, or is that another thing the internet has changed forever?).

If you enjoy “Shagged at the Bookshop”, be sure to check out the rest of the gangbang books on offer: “Mashed on Moving Day,” “Pounded at Pirate Land,” “Beach Volleyball Bump,” “The Pinball Queen’s Debauche,” and “The Center of Attention” — six eBooks with eight gangbangs (“The Center of Attention” contains three stories). I’m not sure what my schedule will be for getting around to the rest in my queue — I’ve got some longer, non-gangbang things to wrap up as well — but rest assured, I’m not done with this kink yet.