As a writer of smut (erotica to those of you with a weak stomach), we typically nurse at the biggest teat we can find, Amazon. But Amazon is typically a love – hate relationship with the author’s of porn constantly joisting with Amazon’s censor’s to see how much we can push the line.
A big percentage of us are self-published and as such don’t have a large publishing house behind us with tons of lawyers and advertising wonks. To sell our masterpieces to ensure a fresh supply of hand towels and batteries, we try to make our covers and blurbs stand out in front of the other perverts.
Once you start publishing, you quickly learn the cruel truths of Amazon’s acceptance policy, no bare boobs, no butt shots, and above all no high school cheerleaders, even if they are wearing a thong.
I just had to share this picture of a woman getting her brains fuc*ed out. I wish I could show the entire picture but I don’t want WordPress to ding me. The look on her face is priceless and I just hope that I can do half as good as the guy behind her!
It’s dawned on me how much I like ordering Alexa around and she never talks back. I’m trying to figure out how to get her to respond with, “Yes, Master.” But I’m okay with her now, at least as a start.
