Gullible dom abroad. Occasionally aboard. Or abhorred. Writer. Mainstream literary. Historical thrillers. Erotica.
A tree house in Antartica
Joined September 2014
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I'm doing Tim (Alien Sex Fiend)
Another Tim Another Place (Bryan Ferry)
The last Tim (Stones)
One more Tim (The Cure)
Just in Tim (Vic Fontaine)
Your Tim will come (Eurythmics)
Had me a real good Tim (The Faces)
(Shouldna given all my e's to The Shamen)
Australia's internet control use laws restrict sexual content unless you can show you're over 18.
It includes any scene involving spanking or other mild kink as "sexual content" even if no sex is shown.
People who want to see video bdsm erotica must use duckduckgo or a VPN.
I know it's rude to use Twitter (notX) to sell your books, but I'm going to place the occasional notification.
So long as I have other stuff to say, I think it's fair enough.
That said, if you'd like some well-written mild bdsm-flavoured erotica, try:
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How do Doms and subs look out for each other?
Well, if you'd like to read some cheerfully filthy bdsm erotica about Doms who seldom know what's going on as much as submissives do, try me at Amazon:
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I last posted on 20 Jan 2024. I've been having adventures and the odd adventurer out in the world.
I'm back at my desk now.
I say things, do stuff, and I write bdsm-flavoured erotica.
Someone called it "incredibly filthy but it always ends all lovey-dovey", and I'll take that.
I've got my site back up. And wrote new bdsm filth!
Maires looked at me, puzzled. “Are you going to fuck Stephanie – I mean Scallop – again tonight?”
“Nope.”
“Is she going to be allowed to come?”
“No.”
She paused. "Are you punishing her?”
“No.”
jerusalemmortimer.com/bedroo…
Applied a second coat of high-gloss oil paint to the sink surround in the bathroom.
I'll have to wait for that to dry before I paint (water-based semi-gloss) the ceiling.
I got enough old sheets to keep the floor, shower, bath & sink covered during that job.
First do no harm.
Damn. jerusalemmortimer.com, my website, just crashed when I updated plug-ins.
Something to do with an error with the Jetpack update.
Anyway, I'll try to get it back.
Naturally, recovery mode doesn't work at all.
To be continued...
I'm going to have to paint the whole bathroom, from ceiling down to the floor.
Because some people don't know, even after being told many times, that if you have a long hot shower & shut the door behind you when you leave
that room will be full of warm steam, perfect for mould.
Should write.
But it takes intense concentration.
At the moment, I've painted & scrubbed, vacuumed a pool & I'm worn out.
If someone asked me what I wanted on a pizza, I'd burst into tears.
Got no focus. I'll write tomorrow.
Time to get stoned and watch Star Trek, I think.
My house is nearly ready for new housemates.
Did a lot of painting & scrubbing today.
The bathroom's almost ready. Scrubbing mould off the ceiling
All this is about getting by.
For a writer, being able to let a room for $350 a week is the difference between survival and not.
In my first published book as a non-erotic writer, there are scenes that make it clear that one relationship is at the lighter, spanky, end of bdsm.
Well, not actually "clear". A vanilla person would probably miss the hints, but someone with the right antenna might notice.
But if anyone did want to buy a very steamy bdsm novel containing real people, and comedy among the sexual material, then you might find this both charming and also very, very hot:
amazon.com.au/Tale-Tawse-Jer…
One thing I am absolutely terrible at is selling my books.
They're good, sexy books, generally with love and bdsm as the stars.
But I guess I'll have to read up on Sales 101: how to market your rather clever and sensual smut.
In my mountain home I organise a monthly bdsm munch.
For the January 2024 munch I waited an hour and no one showed, so I left. I had errands.
A woman said she arrived half an hour after I'd gone.
So I apologised, explained and said I'd have stayed if I'd known she was coming.
I got a feeling I'm being called hard names, out there somewhere.
I dunno what names, but it doesn't matter. By doing this thing I'm exposing myself to be shat upon.
Organising munches for a semi-rural bdsm group is utterly insignificant. Therefore, in-fighting will be vicious.