Okay, I might be a tad biased .. no, scratch that, I am definitely biased: after all, I’ve been a professional erotica writer since 1993. Which is (counts on fingers, then takes off shoes to count on toes) twenty-five years?!
Man, I feel old … anyway, even with my more-than-slightly slanted perspective, I really do feel that there is something special about erotic storytelling.
Not that there’s anything wrong with other forms of adult entertainment--it’s just that erotica can do what others can’t.
Think of it this way: when you watch a dirty picture, you are inherently a voyeur. The only information you can get out of the experience is what you see. Yes, it’s absolutely immediate: coming -- if you excuse the expression -- straight into your eyes. But there’s no context, no background, no story.
You look, and if what you see turns you on your body follows suit. The same is mostly true for movies: there may be more of a story but it’s purely superficial. You don’t know anything about what the characters are thinking, or feeling. Its a trade between off between immediate gratification and depth.
Maybe it’s me, but there can also be a sense of disconnection. When you watch a movie, or look at a picture, you have no idea if the people involved are actually enjoying themselves. Who knows, maybe they are just thinking of getting paid -- or if they put enough money in the parking meter?
Not only can you read many of my books and stories but did you know you can listen to them as well? Working with the amazing folks at Wordwooze I'm thrilled to share that all of these books are available on Audible!
Here are riveting as well as erotic tales of technology and desire, and arousal and innovation, told in an engaging and evocative style guaranteed to amaze as well as excite. Down and out hustlers, enhanced sex workers, enigmatic aliens, bleeding edge erotic technologies, and more - The Bachelor Machine is a unique vision of the future, while celebrating humanity's oldest pleasure...sex!
Pell was lost, alone, and lonely until Arc appeared. Fiery, enigmatic, with a mesmerizing cybernetic eye, Arc was everything Pell needed, wanted, and most of all, desired.
The next time Pell saw Arc the eye wasn't the only thing artificial about her new lover. And the time after that, and the time after that: each time the passionate and mysterious Arc drifted into her life, Pell saw more and more of her being replaced by refined and precise machinery and with each departure of her natural body for the artificial, Pell grew more and more terrified.
One day, she knew, there'd be nothing left of her lover but the cold, the engineered, the bionic.
Pell knew what she had to do, but the end, when it came, was worse than she ever could have imagined.
Here it is - the Lambda Literary Award Finalist for best gay collection, Dirty Words. M. Christian's extraordinary anthology shows just how hot and imaginative manlove erotica can be! From mischievous Native American spirits, to victims of cybernetic nightmares, these stories will enthrall, arouse, shock and - always - turn you on. They are all well-crafted tales, filled with what some people call dirty words and dirty men, and will touch you in ways you'd never expect.
"M.Christian's stories are the fairy tales whispered to one another by dark angels whose hearts and mouths are brimming with lust. He goes beyond the pale, ordinary definitions of sexuality and writes about need and desire in their purest forms. [Listeners] daring enough to stray from the safety of the path will find in his images and words a garden of delights to tempt even the most demanding pleasure-seeker." - Michael Thomas Ford, Lambda Award winner.
Set in San Francisco's past, present and near-future, the stories in this anthology provide imaginative, urbane, and even humorous glimpses into Sapphic love and lust that will both arouse and entertain listeners. Those who have never heard M.Christian's erotica are in for a treat. There are no clichés or hackneyed plots to be found in these erotic tales; instead they are filled with substance, creativity and diversity that encompass sweet innocence, sensual tenderness, raw lust, pleasure-pain and more.
One of the pleasures of a dystopic future is the erotists, professionals who paint their clients' bared skin with neurochemicals that induce all forms of sensation - even pain. Erotists offer landscapes of ecstasy, sexual extremes, joy, and delight. Few citizens can afford the skills of the talented Domino. Fewer still know her identity is but a mask. Beneath the facade, Claire hides from a vicious crime lord who would not only kill her but her childhood lover. But the mask of Domino is beginning to crack. Strange sexual pairings and strange sexual practices highlight this futuristic noir tale, set in a wildly imaginative erotic future, exploring who we are and the sexual awakenings that occur when we become someone else.
With The Bachelor Machine, M.Christian set the bar for erotic science fiction stories. Now he has returned to the genre with a brand new collection that will amaze as well as arouse: Skin Effect - tales that push the envelopes of both science fiction as well as erotica in innovative and stimulating ways. Here are stories voyaging to the near as well as the far future, exploring the ultimate limits of sex and arousal.
With an introduction by the Chicano science fiction legend Ernest Hogan (author of High Aztech and Cortez on Jupiter), the stories in Skin Effect - some never before seen - are beyond BDSM, beyond fetish, beyond kink...and even beyond the limits of science fiction!
I am generally bored with the extensive sex scenes in a contemporary romance genre but I love gay erotica, the cradle of the boys’ love genre and all LGBTQ sub-genres that have been resulted from the mother-father of the LGBTQ fiction.
We can have long discussions about broad disparities between the genres and sub-genres and their missions but, without appearing too vulgar, no doubts, the main target of erotic literature is to arouse the reader sexually.
To write GOOD erotica is not easy, don’t underestimate it. Not only sexual fantasy has to be impressive in its own way, but the PLOT itself and the WRITING have to be in harmony with each other. M. Christian with his Finger’s Breadth met all the criteria for a fascinating erotic novel. Not what I expected, but it made this book even more impressive.
I won’t qualify it as horror, but I read not too many horror books to be a judge. There is a touch of romance, suspense, psychological thriller and a social satire. It is kinky and philosophical. Erotic. Terrifying. Fascinating. Disturbing. Intriguing. Haunting.
A gay community of San Francisco is terrified, anxious and insecure. A maniac is at large with an eye for mutilation. No one is safe from him. He drugs his victims and cuts off the top of their little fingers. Cops and freelance agents are hunting him but all they have are dead-end leads. The number of gay men with nine and a half fingers grows up and with it a spirit of solidarity. You have still 10 fingers? Maybe you ARE the Cutter?
We learn from different men and the way they deal with the fears and handle their lives in these gloomy times. It is like an analogy of a short stories that in some way are connected with each other. But WHO does it and in the first place WHY. Don’t expect a clear statement at the end, don’t hope too early that you get it, and you know what is going on here. Very intriguing.
I listened to an audiobook, and I would like particularly to mention an extraordinary writing style that A.A. Ron, the narrator, emphasizes even more.
It has an invisible strong rhythm that is SIMPLY impossible not to hear. Very creative and captivating.
A.A. Ron did a fantastic job. I have to admit, it was not love from the first tone. His style appeared a bit robotic. But once the story started to unfold, his voice grew on me and I asked myself how I couldn’t have seen it from the very beginning.
I’m glad to discover M.Christian, a new interesting writer of erotica genre. My first but for sure not the last book by the author.
After asking everyone here on my site as well as with people on Tumbr, Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook the verdict has come in ... and the winner for the cover of my upcoming book, HARD DRIVE: The Best Sci-Fi Erotica Of M.Christian is...
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HARD DRIVE: The Best Sci-Fi Erotica Of M.Christian
This is flat-out AMAZING! Frankie Hill at Sizzler Editions has always done fantastic covers but this time ... well, wow and more wows: Frankie has done not just one but THREE staggering covers for my upcoming collection, Hard Drive: The Best SciFi Erotica of M.Christian.
The problem is I have no clue which one to pick! That's why I'm asking the three or four people who are nice enough to still be checking out my site to help me choose.
So just share in the comments which you like the best and that will help me make my mind up!
It rolled around just recently that my buddy, famous dirty scribe, kink class teacher M. Christian and I were invited, once again, to Sin in The City, in Las Vegas. Chris and I managed to teach at this convention three years ago, when it was held at the Riviera Hotel and Casino, a mere week before it was torn down. (This is the casino that stands in as the “Tangiers” in the movie Casino). Way back when, we had a grand old time teaching our dirty writing class, a cupping class and one on alternate bondage. This year we came in to manage the writing class and alt. bondage again, with Chris also managing double duty as one of the judges of the conventions’ International PERSON of Leather Contest.
Last time I was in town for this particular convention, I met and interviewed Dr. Victoria Hartmann at the Erotic Heritage Museum (see here) which proved to be one of those serendipitous moments for me, as I have come now to not only work for the EHM but call Dr. V one of my friends. This trip, I managed to get down to the EHM once again, to ‘take a meeting,’ as well as see my friend Dr. V. Alas, I wished I had had the time beyond just this short weekend to hang more with her and her wonderful husband Rev. Phil, a major player in infamous World Naked Bike Ride, that happens around the world). But there is just so much time during a quick weekend jaunt.
The convention happened slightly off the strip (across from the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino) at the spacious and lovely Alexis Park All Suites Resort. It’s a very comfortable, multi-building, multi-pool space, each room a suite and very welcoming to the people who attend SITC. On these weekends you will catch most of the attendees in various forms of ‘interesting’ attire (sometimes out of it) and a hotel where one feels comfortable to dress how they want is most welcomed. In fact, I had occasion to speak briefly with someone manning the check-in desk and heard how the Sin-sters were a true delight to the hotel staff.
Time and again, I hear and see how kinksters really turn out to be the most polite and sweetest folks you might ever want to meet.
Chris and I availed ourselves of Lyft the best we could, seeing how that service and Uber has taken quite a bite out of the taxi business in town (and rightly so, with taxis being so pricey). I managed some gambling, the Willy Wonka slots pulling me in (yes, I am a big time gambler, I know) but mainly Chris and I walked the strip to see what there was to see…basically lots of people about on the Super Bowl weekend, a new observation Ferris Wheel and hotels and casinos pretty much crushing on top of one another on the strip.
Now, either, Chris and I are doing things right, or the bribes we pass around are finally reaching their intended targets (kidding about this last bit) but we received quite a few compliments over our two classes. At one point a very nice lady came up to congratulate us both about the writing class (this was the first class we had for the weekend) gave us a both a big hug each and said she’d be attending our second class to be sure…which she did. We saw plenty of people return in fact, even though that second class was 9am Sunday morning. Feedback like this, as much makes you feel like a rock star (with a little r) as it is really a good barometer for us that we are doing something right. Yes, these conventions always hand out pencils and report cards for the audience to rate teachers after each class, but Chris and I never see these results. A person taking the time to say hi to us in the lobby, give us a hug or after class stop up to our table and keep asking questions, means so so much to us.
And being the sociable animals (ok sluts) that we are, Chris and I love to gab with everybody.
I got lucky, through my connections at Vintage Rock (yeah sorry, I write for other sites than just S&SNYC here) to catch Styx and Don Felder at their residency at The Venetian Hotel. It was a two-hour greatest hits extravaganza of classic rockers showing off how well they can still do that which they have been doing for decades.
I can’t rightly say how the Sin In The City dungeon play spaces were as I did not step into any and Chris and I were in our beds by the latest eleven across the weekend (crazy Vegas parties/kinksters that we are) but we had a grand time and hope Sin will have us back. Mainly, and we never say this aloud to the people who have us to these conventions (so shhh, don’t tell anybody) but for Chris and I, he living in the San Francisco Bay Area and me in Northern N.J., the best part of being invited to these conventions is that Chris and I get to hang-out and see one another where we don’t get to do this all that often. Thanks Sin In The City 2018, it was another great time!