Why
Not?
Hello!
Of
the various genres I write in, I have been writing Erotica and Erotic Romance
for only a few years now. One of the most interesting subjects is cuckolding. For
those who do not know, cuckolding usually refers to a marriage where the wife
is called a HotWife, the husband is a Cuck Hubby, and by agreement (and usually
at the encouragement of the husband), the HotWife has a boyfriend, a Bull or
Bulls, whenever she wants. My understanding is that a successful cuckolding
marriage includes trust, honesty, and constant communication, among other
factors. And not least, a happily married couple who just want to explore and
experience.
I
cannot say that I have a specific target audience, but the characters usually
range in age from 40-65 years old, with a growing emphasis on Baby Boomer
characters (born between 1946 and 1964). Why? Well, I doubt if pushing societal
and marital boundaries in real life is limited only to the young; after all
curiosity, especially sexual curiosity, applies to young and old alike. And the
people who push these boundaries are probably not all rich CEOs, young
university graduates, or hot shot pilots or race car drivers. I suspect HotWives,
Cuck Hubbies, and Bulls can be found in Parent-Teacher organizations, colleges,
banks, convenience stores, car repair shops, even among waitresses, delivery
drivers, surveyors, and farmers and ranchers scattered across the heartland and
in the west. I mean, the next time you are out and about, whether in
Washington, D.C., Seattle, Washington, or Wichita, Kansas, take a look around
you. Can you spot real HotWives, Cuck Hubbies, and Bulls? Probably not, but
they are out there.
Of
course, monogamy is in no danger of going the way of the dodo bird. Those who
practice cuckolding are probably small in number and do not advertise (society
can be very judgmental). I am equally sure there are many who are curious but
for one reason or another do not test the waters, so to speak. That is their
choice—cuckolding is not for everyone. But maybe those curious readers will
enjoy a good story about what could be.
And
who knows—maybe an ordinary, even Baby Boomer, reader over drinks and
appetizers at a bar, or in the throes of passion, will whisper to their other
half, “I have an idea.”
So,
why not? Good luck and have fun!
Sharing Rachel
GENRE: Erotic Romance
PUBLISHER: MuseItUp HOT (MuseItUp
Publishing)
Sometimes people choose to
live life to the fullest…
BLURB
Burt and Rachel Markham are
ordinary small business owners of a feed & seed store in a small Kansas Kansas
BUY LINKS
MuseItHOT (MuseItUp
Publishing): https://museithotpublishing.com/index.php/coming-soon/sharing-rachel-detail
Excerpt:
Life—the sum of many parts
gathered into a raw and uninhibited whole and unashamedly and breathlessly
lived to the fullest…
One part trapped heat and humidity, a thick, heavy embrace
that fills the air and envelopes the flesh like a thing alive.
One part pungent scents swirling through the air and
becoming a powerful, intoxicating aphrodisiac. Each provocative scent with its
own story. The hot musky scent of feminine wetness and the stronger scent of
masculine sex blended into its own particular smell. The individual smells of
feminine sweat and perfume mingled with masculine sweat and cologne. And all of
the resulting mixtures blended into a strong overpowering fragrance of consuming
lust and pleasure.
One part sound for sound gives unseen life and strength
to the spoken and unspoken. A female voice that moans “Ohhhh shit!” or screams
“OH MY GOD!” followed by lengthy, rising whimpers that end in pleasure-filled
shrieks needs no explanation; nor does feminine unintelligible babbling
answered by a deep chuckle when accompanied by the rapid, endless slapping of
wet flesh against wet flesh. In between the voices are long periods of silence
broken only by the whisper of classical music, the rustle of bed sheets, the
creak of bedsprings, and the sound of joined, intimate sticky wetness. Finally,
deep grunts followed by much satisfied long, drawn out sighs from the feminine
and masculine says it all.
One part sight for the visual binds the many parts
together; blue-hued shadows and pale highlights playing across writhing shadowy
forms, one smaller, curvaceous and feminine, the other bulkier and masculine,
pantomimes an unspoken story. The feminine raised on elbows, head hung back,
long hair brushing against damp bed sheets, a leg draped over the masculine
with trembling pointed foot and toes curled tight. The masculine, resting on
arms with hands placed on the bed, head lowered to a pale, blue-tinted breast,
while hips move with a rhythmic passion between spread legs. The shadows joined
together speak silently of lust, pleasure, domination, and submission.
All of the sums gathered together and witnessed, for
without a witness there is no remembrance of a moment lived to the fullest.
Against the far wall of a bedroom loft, beside a glowing nightstand lamp, brown
eyes watched and took in every detail.
Sometimes the feminine looked with dazed blue eyes at the
glazed brown eyes of the watcher seated in a large brown recliner.
For a brief moment their eyes meet. For a brief moment,
without touching, the feminine and the watcher share the heavy humid heat of
the room, the incredible smells, and the sounds of endless pleasure from the
feminine and masculine joined together.
And then the feminine returned to the private universe
within that would always be unseen by and unshared with anyone…
Meet the Author
Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw
Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 wonderful grandchildren, and a
published photographer and photojournalist. He retired on 1 July 2013 from the
Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served
in the active duty Army (1974-1985), the Army Individual Ready Reserve
(1985-1995) (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War), and enlisted in the Nevada Army
National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active
duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle
(2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007) with deployment to northern Kuwait
and several convoy security missions into Iraq.
He has had two solo photographic exhibitions and curated
a third. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies
from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa
Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories
in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.
As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans
Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a
homeless Iraq War veteran.
In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern
Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial
Photography Emphasis. A future goal is to study for a degree in archaeology—hopefully
to someday work in and photograph underwater archaeology (and also learning to
paint). He is currently studying in a double major in Art and English at the University
of Nevada-Las Vegas.
After over 14 years of brown desert in the Southwest and
overseas, he misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running
rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.
Hampton can be found at:
Barnes and Noble
Dark Opus Press
Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy Publishing
Melange Books
MuseItUp Publishing
Ravenous Romance
Amazon.com Author Page
Amazon.com. UK Author Page
Goodreads Author Page
1 comment:
Dawn,
I just wanted to say, thank you for this opportunity. Have a great week!
Stan
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