Back in the Saddle

So I have been taking some time to reinvent my work, and I have to say I kind of like where it has gone.

I am now posting some of my short work on Literotica, mostly to get my name out there and for people to see what I have. But my larger works are still on SmashWords.

I want people to find me, but I also want to make some money, you see? So I am trying to be like your friendly neighborhood crack dealer, but for erotica.

So, check out my work at the following locales:

SmashWords (soon to be Draft2Digital): CarmineB

Literotica: CarmineBlancheJr

Why on God’s green earth did this happen?

I’m not a politically savvy person, so maybe I am missing something that is right in front of me.

I like listening to my share of talk shows. I have been known to tune into Glenn Beck or Ed Shultz from time to time to get a feel for whatever tripe the various sides are spewing on my lap.

Yes, I have even listened to Rush Limbaugh. Which is where I am going with this entry.

Just a simple question…

Just curious…

Why… What did Rush do to deserve the Medal of Freedom?

That’s where I will leave it. Tell me your thoughts.

Not dead… Yet…

This has been a crazy, dreadful and painful last three years.

I am sorry that I have been away, but there are things that were out of my control… I am back and I will start, slowly, working my way back into writing.

With everything that has happened, I seriously thought about never posting or writing again. But a comment made by someone prompted me to pull the ol’ ‘puter out and start, gradually, working on this again.

Apparently there are about 600 of you that have been hanging on. Humbling.

More later.

Where do you like to make out?

When you head out with your love or the love for that night, where are the places that you like to go?

Do you go to the usual dives that all the others go?

Do you like to find someplace off the grid, that is rarely visited and enjoy the silence, moonlight and the gentle breathing of the person that you are with?

Do you like to take more daring of an approach and go someplace were the risk of getting caught it higher and thus increasing the excitement factor?

Just an off the wall thought that I had come over me this weekend.

Taboo to you?


What do you consider to be taboo?

When you think about this question, let’s take religion out of the equation all together.  We all know that just about anything that is truly enjoyable in life is taboo from a religious perspective.  This is doubly true if you are Catholic or Orthodox Jew.

Let’s look more at how we live our lives and the places we live.  The cultures that we are part of and the people that we associate with.  Your family influence and the influences of your friends and acquaintances.

First, there are things that go beyond taboo.  Child porn, snuff films, rape (I will not count ‘Rape Fantasy Role-play’), things like that are just wrong on too many levels to even really begin talking about.  If you are into any of those, not only do I now want to hear about it, I would like it if you deleted the link to my site and never show up again and as an added bonus, find the nearest police station and turn yourself in.

With the exception of the stuff that seriously harms others, I am a very sexually open person.  I will discuss these topics openly to anyone and will rarely tell a person that they are out of line or being disgusting or immoral.

I see sex and sexuality to be the ultimate equalizer.  It is something that we all have in common.  We are, as humans, sexual creatures. It is what we do, how we procreate, many times a form of entertainment, something that strips you down to your bare self.  When you lie in bed next to someone, whether you are in a hetrosexual, homosexual, whatever relationship, you are exposed.  What you are is wide open and vulnerable to the person next to you.

So why is it that culture takes this point in our lives, a point when we have the most to lose, baring ourselves for others to see, and tells us that unless this is done within wedlock, it is a sin?   Something that should be shameful?  Something to repent for? Why is it that if you truly love or have a physical need to share yourself with another, even if it is someone of your same sex or with multiple partners at the same time, as long as you are doing so willingly and no one is being forced into anything, to many it is still considered a taboo?

Whether it is a one-night-stand or a committed relationship, you are still opening yourself up to another person, there is a sharing process that both, or all participants, are committed to, even for that one night.   How can it truly be a sin or taboo, unless you are ONLY basing that label on the religious point of view.

I would challenge that it is not.  Sharing of ones self is and can be an incredible and beautiful thing.  The ultimate in sharing is to give ones self over entirely to another, and as long as that is not abused by either of the parties, it cannot be taboo.

These are just my opinions, nothing more.



Can you believe it?

Time seems to be going fast.

I was thinking about this blog the other day and thought, “Well, it has only been up for about a year…”   Then I looked at it and realized that I have been nursing it along for almost two years.

It is disheartening to realize that I have NO regular vistors to this site, but I don’t let t get me down… this was started as a companion site to my writing, and an outlet to discuss some of what  have learned along the way.

If you are a reader, I would like to ask that you chime in from time to time, register with the site…  You know… all that support type jazz.


Oops… I have been a bad host…


I am sorry people.   I have been remiss in my upkeep of this site and have, I assume, left you all in suspense as you try to figure out what has happened to me.

Well… I would like to tell you that I was kidnapped by a gaggle of lovely women and taken by force to their secret island fortress and made to make love to them all, because of my manliness and virility.

Alas… I cannot do this.   I have just been sort of lazy.

In reality I am working on three stories right now that I hope to have out soon.  They are as follows:

  1.  Bound Awakening – A detective who has been hiding his secret bondage fetish behind his catholic upbringing is captured by a serial killer.  When she learns of his dark side and his efforts to conceal it, she begins to show him how to bring it out.

2.  The Portal – In a future where the human race has been almost decimated, a group of people that have been bred for exploration and have had their physical needs removed through genetic engineering, an accident causes one of them to begin feeling these hidden needs arise in her.  With the help of a polymorphic android, she explores these feelings and learns more about who she really is.

So that is what I am working on right now… more to come… or should I say, more to cum?  Stay tuned.

Writing erotica


When I first picked up my proverbial pen and began writing in this genre, I was nervous.  There are a great many stereotypes that I had in my minds eye about it that I was worried about as took my first steps.

See… when I started, I thought that this would be a community of seedy, dirty minded people that were all of questionable background that were not really good at anything else.

To my surprise, I have found that this is a community of friendly, helpful people that are a genuine pleasure to talk to and associate with.  Some of them are not just skilled at the craft of erotica, but at other genres as well and just accept it as another area to write in.  On top of all this… they just happen to have the added benefit of a dirty mind.

I have met people that write Futa, LBTG, you name it, and I really enjoy my association and interaction with them.  They, as you might otherwise LOGICALLY surmise, are just as ordinary as everyone else you might meet.  Some of them I have met on the sites I visit and others I have met in person.

I have, through my experiences, learned that if you are walking do a street and bump into any one of them, you would have not a clue that within the mind of that person, lies a vast network of steamy, sultry, erotic horniness that is waiting to spill it’s seed onto the page for you and I to read.

So now, here I am.  Slowly working my way into this growing group of people, of all ages, of all sexes, of all lifestyles.  And I feel… comfortable.

Thank you to all of you that helped this first year become a fun experience.  Looking forward to the many to follow.


Goodbye 2015

Hello all… I am sorry for the absence of late…

2015 has been a great year.

I overcame my fears of trying to throw one of my stories out there and did it.  You could say that I popped my publishing cherry and released About Jennifer.   Then, within a few months I released two more and The Long Weekend and Adventures in College Science made their debuts.

This next year I have so many more projects planned.   I would like to delve into area that I have not written about before.  Things that, while not unfamiliar to me, are not something I have taken a chance on writing about before.

Among these things I would like to include things like Light BDSM, Female and Male Dom/Sub stories.   Maybe some paranormal fantasy writing.

I am absolutely staying away from vampire stories… there is just too much on the market right now and I think that anything I would write would get lost in the crowd.

Thank you, and of you, for hanging on for the ride.   It is only going to get better from here.




Life is unfair…


I had one of those sad realization today.

As I was sitting and people watching, I watched a woman walk by.   She was not anything to shout about, but she was not unattractive either.  But her looks were not what made me think.

It was her breasts.

Is was very obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, she really did not need one, but her nipples were hard.  I mean really hard, to the point where I am sure that they must of been sensitive.  I am not sure if it was because of the cold, or if it was because she happened to see me.

Well… once can hope.

But it caused me to think.  When a woman  gets cold, her nipples will get hard and sensitive.  Why can the same thing not happen to a man?  Why is it that a good icy cold wind cannot give me a raging boner?  I mean, it’s not like I have an problem with getting the machinery working or anything, but if having a go at it in a freezer or a cold room could make the process last longer or keep old John T up and running for the long haul…  see what I did there?  LONG haul?   Then I would probably be keeping my bedroom at about fifty-five degrees all the time.

It’s just so unfair.