Thursday, May 14, 2015

Thursday Thoughts with Lou Sylvre

Hi! I'm Lou Sylvre hanging on to Dreamspinner Press' coattails for a guest spot here on Cup O' Porn (Thanks CoP and DSP too!) For my post today, I'm sticking with the blogs Thursday theme—dreams. 

My last post on Cup O' Porn kept to the subject as well. That time I had conversation with Luki Vasquez about... well, here is the beginning:
 “Can characters dream?” Luki Vasquez looks wistful as he asks me this, and it seems odd because Luki isn’t one to strike up a conversation with me willingly. And when he does talk to me, he’s usually trying to keep me out of his business, and he never seems vulnerable. Now, he seems to tread softly, timidly even, perhaps like a little boy.
“Luki,” I say, “why are you asking me this? What do you mean? I’ve written dreams into your books with Sonny—though I’m sorry they haven’t usually been good ones. But you do have dreams.” 
“No, Ms. Sylvre. I don’t mean can you write a dream for me. I mean, do I get any of my own. It kind of makes a difference, you know. Like, if I can’t have my own dreams, then nothing I have with Sonny is... real. I’m not real. Not alive."

I know you will think it strange, but I cried writing that post. (You can still find it here, if you're interested.)

This time, I'm going share a brief excerpt from my latest book, A Shot of J&B, about how a dream inspired my sweet character Jackie Vasquez. (That's him on the cover.) It's pretty darn NSFW, so use your judgment. J

A Shot of J & B

Six years ago, Brian Harrison helped save the life of Jackie Vasquez, and he’s never really forgotten him. After the rescue, Brian ended his employment with Jackie's uncle Luki and left the US for England, aiming to distance himself from the confused feelings—not lust, but not brotherly—that then sixteen-year-old Jackie engendered. Now Jackie has become a man, and when they meet again by chance, lust with a dose of D/s rope kink is definitely on the list of possibilities. As they get to know each other, though, lust shows every sign of growing into love, deep and true. 

When Jackie moves to London for graduate studies in criminal psychology, he and Brian hope they’ll be able to enjoy each other's frequent company. But they haven't factored in the claim Brian's police job with Scotland Yard will make on his time, especially when the “Gaslighter crimes” sap investigative resources. An abandoned aide dog named Soldier leads to a breakthrough clue, and a chain of discoveries fall like dominoes. As Brian rushes to beat the criminal’s game before it escalates to true terror, he comes to an undeniable conclusion: Jackie Vasquez, the man he loves, is in mortal danger.

A too-sweet dream of Brian woke him up with an erection and a hand already on his slender, curved penis, stroking slow and hard. Before he was fully awake, he saw Brian’s face hovering above like a rain cloud over a desert. He heard his voice too, and before it faded, he caught the words “Yes, Jackie.” Jackie moaned and pushed his covers back, raised his knees and let them fall open. 
Moonlight angled through the slider that led to the apartment’s small balcony and molded Jackie’s cock in shadow and silver, smooth where precum leaked over the tight crown. Jackie circled over it with his palm and then tightened his grip and stroked, speeding things up. He ran his other hand down over his balls, twisted and pulled them, feeling them tighten in response. Continuing on then, he ran a wet index finger up between his ass cheeks and teased his hole. Tugging at his cock faster and harder, adding a twist every few strokes, he felt his orgasm building. 
“Close, Brian,” he whispered. “So close.” 
A cloud shadow hid Jackie’s cock from the moonlight just then, but in Jackie’s half-dreaming mind it was Brian that blocked it, hovering over his cock, his lips inches from the engorged, oh-so-ready slit. A few more hard, short, sharp strokes and Jackie moaned out Brian’s name. Just as hot cum spurted out and fell back over his hand, thighs, and belly, a rain shower broke outside, drumming relief to a parched night.

Some extra stuff:

­­­­­­­­­­­­­The following is from Listverse, in an article Five Famous Books Inspired by Dreams.

Twilight (Stephanie Meyers)—Might explain glitter.

Misery (Stephen King)—Not surprising, right? He says dreams help him in his writing all the time, at least so I've heard.

Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)—I've always wondered where she mined the idea of patching together corpses. Literature-wise, a good idea. Science wise—jury's out.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Robert Louis Stevenson)—Rumor has it cocaine and his wife were also involved, and he wrote it in ten days. True? I have no idea.

Johnathan Livingston Seagull (Richard Bach)—If you remember the 70's, you very likely remember this little book. I remember very little of the contents. When it came out I thought it was marvelously inspirational. A couple of years later (when the smoke had cleared)... Yeah, not so much.

Take from that what you will. It interested me because dreams tend toward the disjointed, in my world. Never have I written a story that was inspired by a dream actually I remembered, though I have awoken with sudden inspiration. J

"I dream my paintings and I paint my dreams." —Vincent Van Gogh

"Yes, I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." —Oscar Wilde

Thanks for coming by CoP today. Keep reading, and yes, dreaming too!


You can find all Lou Sylvre's books in the Vasquez and James Universe at Dreaamspinner Press. 

All the rest can be found here: The Vasquez and James Series

Lou Sylvre hails from southern California but now makes the Puget Sound Region in Washington State her home. When she’s not writing, she’s reading fiction from nearly every genre, romance in all its tints and shades, and the occasional book about history, physics, or police procedure. Not zombies, though—she avoids zombies like the plague unless they have a great sense of humor. 

She gets lots of help from Boudreau, a large cat who was apparently an English major, but she refuses to put his name on the byline. Lou plays guitar (mostly where people can’t hear her) and she loves to sing. She’s most often smiling and laughs too much, some say. 

Among other things and in no particular order, she loves her family, her friends, the aforementioned Boudreau, his sister George, and their little brother Nibbles, a chihuahua named Joe, a dachshund named Chloe, and a chihuahua/dachshund puppy named Mogui. She takes pleasure in coffee, chocolate, sunshine, and wild roses, and every beautiful thing in the world.

1 comment:

  1. I'm thrilled that there is another book in the series and, since I loved each of the previous ones so much, I had to run and buy this one immediately. SCORE! So happy ...