I am a UK-based romance writer; all my stories have a distinctly British feel. They have been classified as 'soft vanilla' - non-explicit, and as being nearer to literary than to genre fiction.
I also write poetry, speculative fiction, and journalism
I've been writing erotica since the mid-1980s. Published extensively in magazines and anthologies along with several books, poetry and prose. I also recorded and am the singer-songwriter of a vinyl album, Bricolage recorded by Billy Childish for Hangman Records 1992, CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and The Burglars of Britain (1998).
David has brought along some of his books today to share,
Self's
Blossom
This is
about a young woman's self-discovery. Selene is a 'success story', having
become a top journalist, while retaining her dazzling looks. However, in the
past she has had unhappy relationships, and feels she has missed out on
hedonistic fun. This she obtains, firstly with a young stranger on a
beach, and finally with enigmatic Hudson: tryst is preceded by cultural
tourism, and careful sizing up of minds. Afterwards Selene returns to her 'I
stand on my own' attitude. While she is on holiday, her mind is free to
ramble, often into Selene's chequered past. Flashback blurs into the present,
past-rooted interior monologue into direct observation. The dialogue
is sparse. Selene is a cautious, premeditative type, in whom thought,
reflection and analysis outweigh direct action. Selene’s subtle,
monitoring mind coolly observes and controls all the events. Maybe she is
super-confident, or perhaps has a deep, underlying insecurity. She is many
things to many readers.
Read an excerpt from Self's Blossom
Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea
breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare,
speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing,
sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the
essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in
one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one
elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make
it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the
blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene
loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.
At first she lay in the tide's path, the top of her head at
its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly
caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before
retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was
repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms
were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and
heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost
her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She
threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke,
sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion,
each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of
his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss –then the sea
lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented,
Selene dozed a while.
They were in dream concert, synchronized and occasionally
syncopated, strutting the world’s catwalks—starting horizontal, then ascending,
oblique, to culminate in the spirit-bedroom, their path to ecstasy strewn with
flowers of discarded velvet and shot silk. Their overwhelming electricity
constantly recharged all the camera flashlights’ batteries. Their essence was
diffused into the flashes. “Iconic perfection, darling!”
Explorations
Newly
divorced and looking for interesting new experiences, Janice takes an art class
with live models and the star makes her want more than a coincidental meeting.
Art model, Cedric, thinks he knows the lady from somewhere when he sees her
again at the pool. Body language says a lot and chance meetings lead to a
desire for more. Will Janice ask Cedric over for a private modeling job and
will he accept?
Excerpt from Explorations
Sure enough, it was Cedric! Quite
impressively dressed in the black of his hair colour—cords, suede shoes, velvet
jacket and fine polo. In spite of blushes on both sides, recognition did not
falter.
"Well, well. Worlds are
ridiculously small. How come you're here?"
Cedric fumbled a few moments for
words . . . at length to come out with the routine truth… "I left a book
here a few days ago. I just came to collect it. But fancy us both knowing
Marcus!"
"We follow life's currents,
its winds and waves…come on, sit down."
*
* * *
How ideal! Everything laid on! It
would have really spoiled things if either of them had overstepped their
customary manners and tried to arrange a meeting, as the telephone advisers
always said, in a neutral public place.
Janice put on an album of Beethoven
String Quartets and kept the volume low, but with quite a lot of bass. The
music blended, unobtrusively, with their sensations. Its sombre explorations
penetrated their minds, their hearts, their groins, punctured their
inhibitions, free their breath. Ripples registered on both sides. Their dark
outfits made a spectral blend, poised to melt into each other. The non-verbal
was sustained, as they mentally undressed—first each other, then themselves,
down to their bathing suits, at the water's edge, ready for the plunge.
*
* * *
"Well," she giggled,
"first leading question, what do you do? You give the impression of having
quite an exciting occupation."
"I'm a journalist, articles
about fashion and health products. And how about you?"
"The dreaded legal
profession, highly stimulating at times, but it does stress me."
"You're not alone; one does
need things to counteract the stresses."
She gave him a sustained gaze.
"Hmm, hope I'm not being intrusive. I've been keeping an eye on you in the
swimming pool for some time. You're looking really good now—got into swimming
well…must admit I was a bit worried about you before. You seemed a bit
head-heavy, imbalanced. But now you've accepted your body, toned it up and
relaxed the tensions. It's the best exercise, you know involving all of
you."
"I guess I've conquered some
fears. I'm so glad to do it properly…" he grew a bit shy and hesitant.
"It started… when you bumped into me and gave me those tips on how to
improve that really clinched things for me, and…"
"Don't be shy," Janice
patted his knee to assuage his hesitation.
"I had seen you before! At
that party here . . . you did that beautiful dance; your skirt billowed."
"And?"
"Then to see you in your
bathing costume."
"And when you did, you took
the plunge, bless you."
"I just had to come in the
water with you. And then, when I saw you at the art class, I was just dying to
pose for you. I was secretly longing for the model not to turn up so that I
would have my chance."
Janice unbuttoned Cedric's
jacket, felt his shoulders and his chest. "You've got your body in trim
and you can really carry yourself in trunks. Clothes look good on you, but your
height of fashion is around your loins."
*
* * *
The jacket dropped to the floor.
Elation welled up in them both. Chemistry and magnetism made their
chain-reaction. Slowly edging their heads towards one another, lips meeting
eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, chins, each other. Two deep drawn breaths were held
for an ecstatic clinch with tongues. Her hand rose to his crown, massaged him
through that full, drawn-out embrace.
His left hand unbuttoned her
jacket, feeling her shoulder pressing from waist to hip. Breeze-like, his right
raised her skirt, to rest on her thigh as high as was aesthetic at that moment.
Her centre took the signal, hips pressing forward. The two of them had dived
and surfaced in love's stream. What a catch for her—this controllable
gentleness combined with fathoms of passion—and for him, this beauty of experience
that he could now match. Aquiver, they drew back.
"You're so lovely," he
panted, "I want to see you undressed."
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Further Explorations , by David Russell, takes up where the first
book, Explorations , left off. Janice and Cedric, who are
recently divorced, have enjoyed their passionate interlude. They have
experienced a rejuvenation of spirit but both are still striving for that
transformation of self; to shed the constraints of their old lives and become
the person each secretly desires to be. Their interlude was just the beginning
of that transformation and although there are some misgivings and reluctance
they agree to go their separate ways to experience all that life has to offer.
During their time apart they keep in contact via email. They each
encounter financial and career success which allows them to seek out the
pleasures they had missed out on while in their respective marriages. Each
shares a passionate encounter with another and learns more about what they like
in the opposite sex. As well they learn much about what the other seeks.
As the story approaches the end Janice and Cedric meet again.
Excerpt from further explorations
At last to be over there, down to earth, facing a new
glitter, an array of visual and tactile delights… At last some real
ice-breaking eye-contact in an all-American bar, and this time, massive
breakthrough—no jitters! Zarinda’s iridescent, predatory eyes pierced through
Adrian’s nerves and brain cells to his marrow. That perfect foil, seemingly
non-existent in his past. With her swarthy skin and her obvious impulsiveness,
she felt like the diametric opposite of Janice, therefore essential for him to
complete his equation. On the first registering, Janice’s initial tentative
quivering was erased by Zarinda’s radiant, undeflectable gaze. There was an
ageless quality in her bearing, luscious blend of supple youth and maturity.
These days there are those who can manage all that into their fifties and sixties.
Cedric blushed. “My impulses have recently been liberated. I
have broken a blockage.”
She sized him up, down to the depths, with one penetrating
glance. “You recently discovered the
right combination for your lock and now you can go ahead
with me. Our vista is ever expanding.”
He had to go through the modulations of hair and skin
colour, the gamut of cover, different sizes, too, but go easy on the cellulite,
which was no great difficulty for him. To get the full relish and savour of all
of this, he had to go through the wardrobe gamut that covered and garnished
those bodies, lotions, fake tans and all, the flesh matching the photographs.
Meanwhile, Janice was sensually pulling on, zipping,
buttoning those outfits whispering, “Have I perfected my magnetic allure?” He
was going past the outfitters seeing his fantasy partners in and out of that
array of garments through every shade of light and darkness…deliciously massed
sensation of flesh, muscle and bone…the hardness of the latter sublimated as a
foundation for suppleness, the crucial phrase, suspended on breath and tongue.
“Undress me.”
They were in dream concert, synchronized and occasionally
syncopated, strutting the world’s catwalks—starting horizontal, then ascending,
oblique, to culminate in the spirit-bedroom, their path to ecstasy strewn with
flowers of discarded velvet and shot silk. Their overwhelming electricity
constantly recharged all the camera flashlights’ batteries. Their essence was
diffused into the flashes. “Iconic perfection, darling!”
****
Buy the books
Explorations Amazon UK
Further Explorations Amazon UK
Find David on eXtasy books
Self's Blossom Amazon UK
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