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Erotic Writers – What Makes Them Tick, An Interview with D. J. Manly

Erotic Authors – What Makes Them Tick?

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is highly acclaimed author DJ Manly.

Welcome DJ, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

First question: How did you start writing erotica?
I’ve always written fiction. At the age of ten, I was writing novellas. I wrote this male/male story, and it just naturally had a lot of sex. I was hooked after that.

How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?
I started writing erotica about two years ago. I have other books published under another name, and I enjoy writing these books as well.

Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?
I have a sociological background. I’m told my stories explore themes like racism, homophobia, gay bashing, class conflict. I would hope that readers come away with a message, although it’s not the main goal of the books. The main goal is to write a book the reader will enjoy reading.

What are your writing goals?

Writing goals…well…I keep a running list of who I need to write for next. I have four main publishers. They all get hungry. I try to be fair and make sure that I supply them with my books.

As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?
Sexual hang-ups personally? Well…I’m not into peeing on people…lol…I don’t have a foot fetish…lol…I wouldn’t write about something which personally turns me off.

As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?
Of course. Doesn’t everyone? I have fantasies I’d love to live out, and some I only like to imagine.

Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

Some of them, yes…like maybe light bondage and being with two partners at the same time. That might be fun.

From where do you get your main characters?
Out of my head. They speak to me, they appear to me like apparitions some time, and I fall in love with them. I have to be in love with my main characters before they hit the screen.

What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?
Definitely male/male but then I’m D.J. Manly, and everyone who knows me, knows that…lol…

What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

Passion, romantic, a great kisser, someone who takes their time in bed.

Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Kissing. I love kissing. I find it the most erotic of acts…if done right.

Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

Well, I have a little thing for Johnny Depp, but other than that…years ago, I used to have a severe crush on Tom Selleck…Magnum P.I. (I was a kid!!) Oh, today…I can’t forget about Colin Farrell, I can easily get off on watching him. Miami Vice was a horrible movie but I watched it twice just to see Colin.

Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?
Yes, if I reread some erotic scenes. If they don’t turn me on, I figure they won’t do it for the reader either.

If so, do you do anything about it?
What do I do about it? Well, if my partner is handy…there’s always the trusty hand…

Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Ah, no, not as of yet…but there’s always tomorrow.

In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.
Oh, I have written so many sexy books. I think one of the sexiest scenes however comes from Connor’s Storm. Here’s a taste…

“Ah, you want me to be doing a strip tease, now do yea, lad?” I exaggerated that damned accent just for him, and I saw him throw back that fair head and groan.

“Oh, Christ, don’t, Connor, I’ll cream my pants.”

“Then perhaps yea should be removing those trousers, boy, so you don’t be a dirtying them.”

“Stop it,” he laughed. “Come on, let me see that beautiful muscular torso of yours, Colonel, and those big dark nipples that cry out for a good tongue lashing.”

I grinned and let the top of the uniform fall down to my waist.

“Oh, yeah…hell, yeah,” he cried out, cheering like a fan at a ball game. “Go, baby, let’s see that great ass. Turn around.”

I turned slowly, winking at him over my shoulder and whipped the rest of the uniform off.

“Christ,” he breathed, “come here. Come here, Connor.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I walked naked over to him and knelt in front of him like he was a prince and I was his servant. He put his hand on my hair, and I felt the most alien feeling. My throat choked, my eyes felt moist. He stroked my hair some more, and said, “What’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong? We’re here to forget.”

I nodded, lifting my head and smiling at him. He got up on his knees now and pulled me against him. For a while he held me, just held me, and I closed my eyes. Then he took my face between his hands and told me I was beautiful. I undid his shirt and threw it aside. I laid him down on the blanket and kissed his throat, and his nipples. We kissed slowly and sensuously, and I kept kissing him until he moaned my name into my mouth. I let my hand trail down over his body now, opening his pants, lifting out his hot, hard sex and fondling it in my hand. He lifted his hips off the blanket. I squeezed his sex. He moaned and bucked his hips again.

He looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you, Connor. God help me, but I love you.”
I swallowed, then, abruptly I let his cock slip from my hand. I sat up, stunned. Overwhelmed, maybe.

I felt his hands move over my naked shoulders. “You don’t have to love me back, just fuck me. That will be enough,” he whispered beside my ear. “Fuck me. Please, Connor.”

I turned around and met his eyes. He touched my hair, my cheek, then pressed his mouth to mine again, almost inhaling it. He moved his hand over my thigh and then circled the head of my erection with his thumb.

“You’re ready. Come on.”

I moaned and took him down on the blanket with me. We kissed again while I slipped my hand under his ass and caressed it. That was met by Storm turning around under me and grabbing my hand. He reached under the blanket for something, which he pressed into my hand before propelling it down to the sweet swell of his ass.

It was a medium-sized vibrating anal probe. I recognized it because I’d bought one last year to use with Cliff. He always complained of a lot of pain whenever he allowed me to fuck him, and I thought this would help. It was self-lubricating and designed to relax the inner muscle to make sex more pleasurable for the receiver.
I reared upwards, took him around the waist and pulled him up on all fours. I turned on the toy and kissed the creamy skin of his ass cheeks. He let his head hang down, and moaned when he heard me switch on the toy. I parted his cheeks, and began to run my tongue over his quivering orifice. He spread his legs more, urging me to go deeper, and so I teased him without mercy for as long as I could.

My cock was already close to exploding. I put the vibrating head of the toy against his hole and began to press it lightly in and out of his entrance. I let it go deeper. I heard him cry out, and so I jerked the toy this way and that, then whirled it deeper, putting pressure on his prostrate until he thrashed his head and moaned deep in his throat. I licked my lips, watching the toy disappear inside him, my cock leaking pre-cum as I imagined my cock disappearing inside him as well.

“Are you ready for me, love?” I asked. “Tell me you want me, and…”

“God yes,” he croaked. “Take me, Connor. Don’t hold back. Please.”

I placed one hand on his back, pulled out the toy and then positioned my hungry cock at his entrance. Slowly I pushed the head past the outer, then the inner muscles around his anus. He moaned, “Oh God, it’s good, it’s good, Connor. Go, go, baby!”

I let my cock sink the rest of the way, closing my eyes, lost inside of him, lost inside of me, and then I lost control. I fucked his ass hard and fast, the sweat sliding down my face and into my eyes. I heard him cry out—howl, even—and I went faster, praying to hold on to it until I knew he’d remember always what my cock felt like inside of him. Then I roared my orgasm into his ass, and he pushed his hips hard against my groin as I grabbed his cock and pumped the last bit of cum from him.

He moaned back against me, pushing up, reaching behind him and grabbing my sex. His head came back against my chest, his eyes closed, all that silky hair spread over my skin. I clutched him around the middle, leaned down and bit him gently on the shoulder.

Breathless, he let his head fall to the side. “Fucking bastard,” he whispered.
I stiffened a little and released him.

He turned around on his knees, his bottom lip trembling. “I never meant to love you.”

“Then don’t,” I said, meeting his eyes.

“Fuck you,” he whispered.

I swallowed. I was hurt, hurt that he would turn on me like this, but I understood. I was the last man he should have been fucking. He was the last man I should have been fucking.

He crawled away from me, as if he needed to put space between us. He curled up into a little ball, then picked his head up and looked at me. “Tell me about your boyfriend.”

“Why?” I said, leaning back and sitting on my legs.

“Because obviously you don’t love him.”

“How in hell do you know?”

He tilted his head, his facial features contorting. “Do you?”

“It’s none of your business,” I said softly, looking at all the lights around the cave.

“It is my business. I’ve had your cock up my ass. I’d say it was my fucking business.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like talking about Cliff. “Let’s talk about you, Storm, and the reason you seduced me in the first place.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

“Are you saying I…?”

“Storm, I wasn’t born yesterday. You volunteered to give me the tour. You showed up at my tent.”

His mouth fell open. He looked at me as if I had hit him. “You’re a fucking robot, Connor, a goddamned unfeeling UWD trained son of a bitch.”

I shook my head. “Okay, it was because you found me so irresistible that you risked your ass to fuck me. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that you wanted to distract me.”

“And are you distracted, Connor, or are you just having yourself a little fun?”
My lips tightened. “Fun. I’m having fun, Storm. You have a great ass, and I’m enjoying fucking it. That’s all it is.” I stood up and bent over to pick up my uniform.
He sprang up from where he sat and tackled me from behind. I never saw it coming. He pushed me down on the blanket. I managed to turn onto my back and he straddled me. Piercing me with those green eyes, he showed me the sex toy. “It’s your turn to get fucked, Colonel, so enjoy. You too have a great ass.”

We struggled as he fought to roll me over. I was on the verge of overpowering him when he managed to wedge the toy between my ass cheeks and turn it on. One push and the apparatus had moved past my outer sphincter muscle. The sensations shooting through me made me cry out. Storm left me on my back and pushed one of my legs up, while he held the other down by straddling it.

He leaned his head down to lick one of my nipples while he slid the toy in deeper, now past the second set of muscles which made less protest than I thought. Deeper still it went. My head crashed against the floor of the cave and I groaned. Storm sucked on my nipples, licking and teasing while he expertly moved that sex toy in my ass. My cock was standing at attention, my nuts tight.

“Baby, baby,” Storm said, slapping my cock back and forth, circling my nipples with his thumb, “Damn, but you’re a beautiful sight, so sexy, so needy, what a cock, it’s so damn big and thick.”

He began to thrust with that vibrating toy, in and out, and in and out until I thought I’d lose my mind. The pleasure shooting through my body was exquisite. I had no control; my cock, my balls, my nipples were completely at his mercy as he began to fuck me harder with that toy. I was thrashing and crying out incoherently when he yanked it out, heaved my legs up over his shoulders and drove his cock into me. I swore at him when he bore down on me, his eyes glinting dangerously into mine.

“You fucking…” I tried to spit at him but he just kept on fucking me, his eyes locked with mine, and my anger seemed to dissipate.

The pleasure was taking over and I closed my eyes, licking my lips, as he moved his cock in a delicious dance of lust. My control was gone completely. I was his, and the moans of pleasure coming out of my body shook me to the core. I heard him sob, slam into me three or four times, then felt him shoot all over my belly and chest. He let my legs down, trailing a hand over my calf as he did.

I heard him crying softly, and suddenly I couldn’t stand it. I reached for him and dragged him close to my heart.

“Storm…oh, Storm, don’t…don’t, baby,” I said softly. “It’s okay.”

He looked up at me, eyes red and swollen. “Do you love him?”

I suddenly realised that he was crying because he thought I didn’t care. I kissed the top of his head. “He wants to marry me. I can’t, because…I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with him.” I kissed his hair again, baby soft. “Not anymore.”

What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.
I am going to tell you about my upcoming release on August 1st. It’s called Saga of the wolf: Book 1: Nicolas. It’s the first in a werewolf trilogy.

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Here’s the blurb:

Adam Lang didn’t really want to think about the history of his family. He didn’t want to delve into the rumors about curses, and werewolves, and madness. He barricaded himself inside his huge mansion, and let other run the world for him.

Nicolas Ross was couldn’t stop thinking about the history of his. The Lang family had cursed his, and as a result, he had been born a werewolf. He’d do anything to reverse the curse, including kidnapping the man who ruled the inner city, a place characterized by crime, poverty, and misery. Nicolas didn’t really know how to reverse the curse, but he did know that only his hated enemy, Adam Lang could help him to do that.

As the alpha male of his pack, the others are not too thrilled about Nicolas’s decision to rid himself of what he sees as a ‘curse’ and soon, he and Adam are on the run from a pack of werewolves, and headed right for a demon…and all the time, they might just be falling in love.

Nicolas: The Wolf Saga is only the first in a werewolf series which you won’t want to miss.

About the Author

I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t written and told stories. When I’m not writing, I’m dreaming about writing, doing something wild and adventurous, or trying to make the world a better and more open minded place to live in. I adore beautiful men, and I know I’m not alone in this! Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life!

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

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