Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Elisa Reviews Furlough Bridge

ELISA ROLLE has read and reviewed my World War II Christmas manlove tale, Furlough Bridge.

Here's part of what she has to say:

It's a wonderful and tragic tale, an old fashioned holiday tale that had me almost in tears... READ THE REST.

Thank you, Elisa, for reading my book and sharing your thoughts.


JJ Said 083011

As the tenth blow pulverized the man's belly, Queen Miscreantia and her entourage of six female attendants and four male guards descended the stairs. Balstok ordered all torture stopped as he and his men stood in deference to her.

She looked and listened. She saw Davidius horrendously stretched and heard the groaning and gasping of a tortured man. Circling the slab to inspect the heaving chest and belly of her prisoner, her gloriously defiant victim with his powerful muscles flexed to capacity, their skin covering bathed in manly sweat from his heroic efforts of resistance, the queen reached down with finger and scooped a sample of his liquid from out of his navel. She licked her finger. She tasted the man. Tasted his suffering, tasted his incredible strength, and she fought the temptation to admire Davidius, to pity him, to fling herself atop his racked body and comfort him, beg him to give in, plead with him to tell his story true or false just so he would suffer no more.

That, however, would defeat her purpose. After all, the man whose whereabouts she needed to know fully intended to kill her. The man stretched before her would do the same if given the chance, and so with a return to reality, a suppression of the tingling between her legs, and a renewed purpose to extract necessary information, the queen composed herself and reassumed her superiority.

"I finally heard screaming, Balstok. Has he talked?"

"No, your majesty."

"Well, ask him again."

In this story, Davidius suffers first the tortures of pain, and then tortures of the painfully erotic. The book is electronic. The author-read audio is free for the listening. Links to all can be found on my book page at Jardonn's Erotic Tales.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

frequently felt*: Kneeling at the Altar

frequently felt*: Kneeling at the Altar: A blow job requires so much more than mere skill She takes me into her mouth like a sacrament Transfixed with adoration, elevated, worship...

Monday, August 29, 2011

Jasper Say 082911

Recalculate, rejuvenate, regenerate: a necessary, daily fix to elevate life's adventure.

frequently felt*: What a fabulous slut

frequently felt*: What a fabulous slut: I didn't credit the post pic below, so I'm posting another from libraryvixen , a fabulous slut in her own right. She's got it all, the ca...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Jasper Say 082611

Does it work? Prove it by doing it. If not, you can try something else. Doing nothing proves nothing.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Jasper Say 082411

Much of the Bible uses parables to teach spiritual truth. Many abuse the Bible to their own personal advantage by presenting parables as facts.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Jasper Say 082311

A miracle is a possibility which has always been there. We just didn't know about it.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

frequently felt*: The Pittsburgh Kid

frequently felt*: The Pittsburgh Kid: Pittsburgh native Billy Conn first boxed professionally in 1935 at age 16. He lost that one and a couple more, but by 1937 had developed...

Saturday, August 20, 2011

JJ Said 082011

Jasper's the pen name I use when writing hetero fiction with female dominants. In my tale from the old American West, The Black Pouch Crusader, Pete Radcliffe spends a good deal of the story roped naked to a stretch rack while lustful women try to loosen his tongue with torments painfully erotic.

In this vanilla scene however, Pete and his detective partner, Jack Hutch, are getting a bath, courtesy of their new client and long-time, former prostitute friend, Marjean Hoodenpyle. The tub's in adjoining hotel rooms in Franklin, Idaho Territory, 1880.


"Yes, indeed." Marjean moved her sponge onto Jack's chest, as both men sat naked in hot water at opposite ends of the tub, legs drawn up and feet flat. "My, my, wasn't I lucky?" she bubbled. "Catching you here? Getting both of you naked so I could bathe you like you're my baby boys?"

"We're making the circuit," Pete gave a straight answer. "I left Bear Lake this fine Thursday morning with our two mules, headed for Paris (Idaho)and Toothless Frank's. Got what we needed, packed 'em up and came here. While I's doing that..."

"I came straight here today myself," Jack finished. "With our donkey Albert and horse Annie. Needed to get Annie new shoes and we like the blacksmith here. The one in Paris ain't very talented. Besides, there's no available females in Paris. Every woman's spoken for."

"Yep. Mormons snatched 'em all up. It's just not fair when one man's hoarding a dozen workable women all to himself."

"Praise Jesus!" Marjean exclaimed while sponging Pete's slightly-submerged crotch and more-than-slightly erect cock. "That's quite a religion they got going."

"Yes, ma'am," Jack agreed. "Any other man'd be arrested. So anyways, Marjean, we met here, put our animals up in the stable, checked for mail..."

"Of which there was none," Pete interjected.

"Right. And we planned on heading back for Bear Lake in the morning."

"But not now," Pete grinned while holding up his foot for Marjean's sponge. "Got us a damsel in distress."

"And a change of plans." Jack held up his foot for equal treatment.

"Looks like Betsy's got the tub in 24 ready to go. Right, Betsy?" Pete hollered to get her attention, door between the rooms unashamedly open.

"Yes, Mr. Radcliffe," she answered while making no effort to avert her eyes from the shenanigans in Room 22.

"Thank you, Betsy. We'll call you when both tubs are ready for dumping."

And with that, Pete and Jack stood to proudly display their matching hard-ons. "Towels, please."

"She's cute," Marjean observed with two towels in hand.

"How do you like that, Pete? Here's two fine-looking men standing naked before her and she pays compliments to Betsy."

"Guess we're losing our touch, Jack."

"Guess we'll just have to show her we ain't lost a damned thing. Get your tight ass in that tub, Miss Hoodenpyle."

"Ooh, Jack," she giggled. "Since when are you so feisty?"

"Since right now. Scoot!"

They took their towels and patted themselves dry, dropping both onto the floor before stepping out of water. One minute later Pete and Jack were double sponging Marjean Hoodenpyle in Room 24. Half an hour after that they laid upon the bed in Room 24, Jack's bed, with Jack flat on his back, Marjean sitting on his thighs hand-rubbing his belly, and Pete knelt behind her outside Jack's knees, his hands on her breasts, his lips on the back of her neck.

"Oh, Jack," she cooed. "How come I never got a feel of this handsome pecker you got on you?"

"Because you were too busy with me," Pete whispered. "See what you missed?"

"Well, I'm not going to let that happen again." She took Jack's penis in her hand, squeezed on it, stroked its entire length -- a nine-incher, a fine complement to his nearly-six-foot and lanky frame with lots of black fur -- maybe a few silvers if you looked real hard. "Goodness gracious, you beautiful man, you." She positioned his corona to her portal, her vaginal walls excitedly dripping plenty of lubrication.

"How old you think he is, Marjean?"

"Who cares?" She lowered herself, forced his mushroom inside her.

"Go ahead and guess. Bet you're way off."

"Ugh... ah, yes!" Half his nine inches impaled her, as she let go with her hand, controlled him with her vaginal muscles. "Thirty-seven?"


"Aw, Jack... you are looking fine, indeed." Her pelvis met his. She took all of him. Full penetration.

"Mmm, hmm..." Jack reacted. "You're looking mighty good yourself, ma'am. You can ride on me to your heart's content."

"Oh, my god... it's been so long since I've had a real man inside me." She slowly raised herself to the top of his pole, crushed his cockhead in her warm, wet vise, and then began her torturous glide back down his entire length. Pete's hot breath on her neck and rough fingers on her nipples, coupled with Jack's hot woody splitting her open nearly made her blood boil. She reached up and behind her with both hands, grabbed Pete's head and pressed him close to her. "Oh, Pete... get up here so I can see you, too."

He followed her orders. Stood on the mattress. Stood in front of her, his feet on either side of Jack's flanks. She took his cock in her hand -- a seven-incher, a perfect complement to his brown-fur-covered, 5'10" hard-muscled frame.

"Give me a pose," she drooled. "You beautiful son of a buck."

He clasped his hands to his butt, did some belly flexing as she put her lips to his cock-head, licked on him, praised him between licks, "How on earth... mmm... ohmigod... did you get a... (slurp)... body... ahmum... so... uhmah..."

"Rocks," Jack butted in. "He's always digging up big ol' rocks. Got 'em strung out all over the cabin grounds. Spends half the day every day lifting the damned things."

"Then I swim the lake, no matter how cold the water."

"Screw me," she slobbered. "Both of you... poke holes in me... (slurp, slurp)... both of you." She slavishly sucked on Pete. Took him to the back of her throat and crushed him there while riding up and down Jack's impaling pole. She double-screwed herself -- skull-fucked by Pete, pussy-fucked by Jack, her hands clutching the backs of Pete's thighs, her knees straddling Jack's hips. She did it to herself. Took what she wanted when she wanted. All they had to do was keep themselves nice and rigid. Not a problem for either man.

"So, Jack, I'm thinking it best if I catch the northbound in the morning, while you take the animals and supplies home to Bear Lake."

"Yep. That's the only way. Then I'll do a turnaround with Annie, stay here overnight and catch the Saturday northbound."

"I suspect Marjean will travel with me."

"Makes sense, Pete. We'll check with her when she's finished."

"Are you getting close, Jack?"

"About half way."

"Me, too. Let's shut up and enjoy this."

"Gladly. I'll hold off until Marjean's got off. You hear that, pretty lady? I'm gonna wait for you to spill it. Yes, darling. Ride that big ol' pony. Squeeze the hell out of me, you beautiful female, you."

"Uh, Jack?"

"Yes, Pete."

"Thought you agreed to shut up."

"Just wanted to let Marjean know how good she is at..."

"Shut up!"


The Black Pouch Crusader is a stand-alone ebook with my (see above) self-made cover, sold exclusively at 1EroticaEbooks, where a kinkier excerpt awaits you.

Black Pouch is also part of my three-story collection, The Crux of It, Erotic Tales of Men on the Cross and the Women Who Put Them There. I made these covers, too.

Print paperback (left) is at Amazon Books.

or here's the cover (below) for electronic version:

Made for the Amazon Kindle.


All of my books -- Jardonn, Jasper, gay, straight and in between, can be seen at my web site, Jardonn's Erotic, along with links to more audio and text excerpts for each.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Jasper Say 081911

Now (and always) is a good time to clean accumulated junk from your closet. Mental junk. Little animosities that set you off chasing things of no importance, rather than pursuing goals of great benefit.

Friday New Releases at MLR Press!

Friday New Releases at MLR Press!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

frequently felt*: Disturbed

frequently felt*: Disturbed: A disturbed childhood awaits this young man. Look at this poor baby. Frozen in fear at the proximity of that massive “thing” next to...

frequently felt*: School

frequently felt*: School: Bus driver had to make a little stop

via Mohikdaifuku

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

frequently felt*: Times Square Exposure

frequently felt*: Times Square Exposure: "Once, Times Square was the seedy underbelly of New York - now, it’s an amusement park where you hardly ever see a topless woman showing her..."

frequently felt*: Carnal Tunnel Syndrome

frequently felt*: Carnal Tunnel Syndrome: "From the Urban Dictionary : Carnal Tunnel Syndrome - A tingling or numbness or a sharp, piercing pain shooting through the wrist as a di..."

Saturday, August 13, 2011

JJ Say 081311

Sorry for my absence the past few days. Took a little vacation time from webbing. Maybe this will make it up to you. A snippet from the next chapter of my ongoing serial, Gender Bent & Heaven Sent.

First story is called On the Y, and chapters 1 & 2 are posted at the Jardonn site. Here's a bit from upcoming Chapter 3:

As the four stepped aside and let me evaluate my situation, I strained my neck and raised my head. Peered over my elevated chest and down my sunken belly. My pecker rested dormant atop my nuts, my nuts precariously close to the edge of the square where my thighs split apart. With each ankle strapped to a plank, my legs laid flat. Three feet of air separated my heels, with the soles of my feet nearly vertical and inches away from the ends of the boards.

Looking right, I got my reflected image, a full-bodied side view ten feet away in the mirrored glass. My chest rose high into the air. My abdomen flat, dropping like a cliff from sternum to pelvis. "Damn!" I thought. "Is that really me?" I tugged on my chains, flexed my muscles, confirmed the mirrored image was indeed mine. "Holy crap! Those fly's and bench presses really get results."

Too bad Stanky had to interrupt my train of thought. He appeared on my left as Burt and the masks exited the room.

“Where are they going?” I wondered.

“To freshen up a bit. Bathroom break. Whatever.”

“Good for them.”

Standing near my middle, Stanky's belt buckle hovered just above the table, his hideous gut inches from my left flank. He rested his hands on my belly, keeping his one index finger in the air, the smarmy asshole.

"So, Mr. Higgins, how do you like my little bondage table?"

"What's to like?"

"I'm quite proud of it. Did you see the hinges beneath your buttocks?"

"No," I snorted with frustration. "Or hell, maybe I did. Who cares? I was kind of busy at the time."

"Well, you will see all the amenities soon enough, unless you have something you'd like to tell me."

"Look, Stanky, I already told you. I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You've got the wrong guy. Don't you get it?"

"No, I don't get it, but you will. Apparently you enjoy pain, but it saddens me to think about it. Since I abhor violence, I won't ask Burt what he plans on doing with you."

"Wish I could get my hands around your fat throat," I snarled at him, my arms straining against my chains. "I'd show you some real violence."

"You are in no position to make threats, Mr. Higgins," his palms lightly pressed my belly, his dry, rubbery skin copping a feel of my flattened mid-section. "Your best play would be to give me the code before you get hurt." Rhythmic thuds of boot heels on metal floor signaled Burt's return. "Ah, there you are," Stanky greeted his henchman. "It looks as though Mr. Higgins will need further convincing."

"So I figured," growled the hairy beast, as he locked his fingers together and bent them back, cracking his knuckles.

The masked goons entered and Stanky stepped aside. "Well, he's all yours. Have fun!" and with that, Stanky exited the room.

Jasper Say 081311

The more you read about diseases and ailments, or pay attention to the barrage of TV ads telling you you're not normal if there's not something wrong with you, the more likely it is you'll come down with one or more of these maladies.

Friday New Releases at MLR Press!

Friday New Releases at MLR Press!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Frothing Authors: frequently felt*: Mr. Tambourine Man

Frothing Authors: frequently felt*: Mr. Tambourine Man: "frequently felt*: Mr. Tambourine Man : 'Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Monday, August 8, 2011

Jasper Say 080811

Treatment means knowing the spiritual truth (reality) of any person or situation. If you can know the reality of a negative condition, you can treat the issue spiritually, and then it is no longer an issue.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

frequently felt*: Dangerous Stunts of the Silent Movie Era

frequently felt*: Dangerous Stunts of the Silent Movie Era: "From Mental Silent movie comedy was all about slapstick and sight gags. Slipping on banana peels, falling from moving cars, te..."

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Conan Clip 080311

Brian Posehn Interview

Jasper Say 080311

Nothing is for certain. Nothing is impossible, because all elements of the universe and divine intelligent exist whether we have discovered them or not. The ancient Greeks could have had electricity in their homes, too, you know.

frequently felt*: Bang, Bang

frequently felt*: Bang, Bang: "I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot..."

Monday, August 1, 2011

Jasper Say 080111

To fix a mistake, you first must admit to yourself and accept that you made one.

Frothing Authors: Meet MLR Press Authors

Frothing Authors: Meet MLR Press Authors: "An Evening of Gay Men's Romance at Giovanni's Room Philadelphia, PA (August 12, 2011) Join MLR Press at Giovanni's Room for an up close ..."