Ella Laurance does WANTON WOMEN AT WORK box set for 99 cents! Run! Buy! Lick the cover!

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   When I got the idea to write a couple of erotic stories about different kind of women, I soon realised they had to be independent and not afraid to go after a man. Sometimes it’s just fun when a woman knows what she wants and goes out to get it.

   In my series Wanton Women at Work there’s a secretary who is certain her boss wants her, but he’s too much of a gentleman.    That’s no problem for Alison, because one night, when he’s alone in his office, she knocks on the door to ask if he’s hungry…

   Then there is Susanna, the artist model who sees the obsession in Leo Houghton’s eyes and she makes it very clear the attraction is mutual.

   And what about the journalist who follows the sexy soccer player into the changing room?    Or the professor who gives up her control to a total stranger, who’s a bit of a rough trade, because she trusts her own judgement?

   The stories are pure erotic in nature. No reading between the lines here, and no subtle references to what might happen behind the closed bedroom door.  This is sex, sex and more sex.

Care for a taste of the first story, Alison Does Overtime? Adults only, please.

   For the second time that day, Alison knocked on the door of Marc Greenwald’s private office. On her way to her place of work, she had stopped by a local delicatessen to buy the best sandwich either side of the ocean. If bringing him a little something to eat was a cheap excuse to get his attention, at least it was of the highest quality. 

   She entered the room, not waiting for him to invite her in. “I took the liberty of bringing you your favourite sandwich. I thought you might be hungry… Wow.”

   Wow, indeed—because however she had expected he would greet her and her culinary offering, it had definitely not been sitting in his leather office chair with his pants crumpled around his shoes and his cock in his hands. His very erect and impressive cock. No, scratch that—his downright huge cock.    How big was that thing? Alison wasn’t a virgin by anyone’s definition, but what she saw there was definitely something else. Would it even fit?

   Hell, yeah, she’d made it fit. She had wanted him for a long time. Now she would do anything to have that glorious piece of manliness inside her. Her belly almost ached with need and she became very aware of how wet she was. Perhaps the scent of her excitement would even override that of her perfume, and he would guess without much effort what she wanted from him.

   She put the paper bag with sandwich on the corner of her boss’ desk. And promptly forgot about it.

Marc Greenwald kept staring at her, his hand stopped in mid-motion. “I wanted to relax a bit before I went home,” he mumbled.

   “You don’t own me an explanation, Mr Greenwald. What you do in your own office after hours is not my business,” Alison managed to say with a voice that sounded much calmer than she actually felt. Silently in her head, she added, but I would love to help you to feel much better than you’ve ever felt before.

   “’Mr Greenwald’, when I’m talking to you with my dick in my hand?” He chuckled. “I can’t help but notice the dress. It’s not something you would normally wear to work. Despite your hot and sexy appearance under that tasteful and boring female white-collar uniform, you actually are a hundred per cent professional. The past months have convinced me of that fact. That teaches a man to respect a woman’s brain, even if she does have gorgeous tits and an ass to go bankrupt for. To be honest, we don’t pay you what you’re worth.” He grinned. “I also happen to notice you’re not wearing a bra right now.”

   Alison walked closer. “Just my bra, Marc?” Slowly she pulled up the hem of her dress until her neatly trimmed bush became visible. “I have something here that big boy of yours might be interested in.”

   “Show me the complete picture?” Marc pumped his hand slowly up and down his shaft. “This has become a sort of routine over the last months. Work, work, work—and right before I go home jerk myself off over a selection of fantasies involving the best secretary any firm could hope to hire.”

   “That’s so sweet.” Alison reached behind her back to lower the zipper. The dress dropped on the floor, leaving Alison with only her stilettos and a hint of perfume.  “And now that the cards are on the table, which fantasy would you like to start with?”

   I bundled the stories about the four Wanton Women at Work and they are now available for the price of one single story, $0.99 here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MT3GWDA

   Or at the Amazon store of your choice.

   My blog: http://ellalaurance.wordpress.com/

Watching Women in Movies, Part 1, Doris Day (aka What Would Friedan say?)

All pix in the blog from http://www.dorisday.net

Marathoning? Watching Doris Day movies a few weeks ago, I got my popcorn, my beer and sat myself down for hours. I laughed, I roared in delight and by the end of Doris's 88th Birthday Week, I chomped at the bit to write this ditty.
Watching lovely blonde cutie Doris for more than 10 movies, I was struck as never before by how influential these images of her were in my life. While her too-sweet-for-words looks and voice sometimes made me wince even as a kid, this week I was enthralled by her range. But I am also struck as never before by how much she marks the specific years of her work as an icon of that moment in time.
Note that the following week, I watched Doris's polar opposite and contemporary artist, Rita Hayworth, Bad Girl Personified. I hope to have a few thoughts on her persona, too. Later.
Going from band singer to movie star, Doris started her career as the "sweet kid next door" who can get the man. With laughs and a ploy here and there, Doris sang her way through charming feel-good flicks of the post-war era of the 1940s. With a note of drama here and there, she remains in each script the Girl who is Normal, Sweet and Deserving of the Hero. Even in such dramatic pix as The Man with the Horn (1951), Doris portrays the foil to sophisticate Lauren Bacall opposite an alcoholic trumpeter played by Kurt Douglas.
But in 1955, she gets the role of blues singer Ruth Etting in Love Me or Leave Me, starring with ever-so-bad bully James Cagney.
I remember seeing this as a kid, being told by my father that "Ruth was a great singer and this guy she married was a bum."

Watching this the other night, I recalled this from my Dad with a smile, but wow, was I looking at Cagney as more than just a bum. He was the villain, the thug, The Man Every Woman Wants to Hate. And he was the guy we some know put on our Watch List: The Abuser.
And as we watch Ruth deal with this man, we see why Betty Friedan did so well so quickly with her theories of the need to rise up and break the chains that bound women.
Cagney blusters, bullies and brow-beats. He struts and manipulates and totally cows Ruth, first as a singer whom he "discovers" and gets her her first gig. But then later, he builds on that, makes her beholden and ensures she remembers it.
The astonishing facet to me, of course, is that with this portrayal of a woman living in the 1920s, Ruth Etting never questions that he has a right to bully or berate her. (At least this is true in the script.) And this makes me cringe, point my finger and say, wow, Ruth, you never thought you had options?
Answer?
No. She did not. And she, sadly, was not alone.
The rule of the 1920s and as we can see in the portrayal of 1950s housewife Betty Draper in MadMen, many women thought there was no way out.
They took what they could get, paid for it with a devotion that was half dead and then paid other prices in self-esteem, drugs, alcohol and who knows what effect upon their children.
Fast forward to the movies at the beginning of the 1960s. Gee, golly, what a difference for Doris and the rest of us!

Three comedies of hers with different leading men had me laughing like a loon.  Yes, they had cute but not wildly unique plots and scrumptious leading men. James Garner in the Move Over, Darling and The Thrill of It All (written by Carl Reiner, no less!) were 2 great choices. Rock Hudson is a hoot in Pillow Talk. Less thrilling than either of those two simply because he acted this in such a flat, poker-faced manner was Cary Grant, age 58 at the time to Doris's 38, in That Touch of Mink.
While I leave it to you to watch these yourself, I will say my conclusions about what is happening to women in the first three years of the sixties is phenomenal.
I know. Because I remember those years VERY WELL.
In the Rock Hudson movie, we see Doris as as professional woman who works her butt off to succeed in business and she is foiled mightily by a scheming no-good wily man who is her rival for the same accounts.  The plot is terribly funny and in the end she loves him, he loves her. AND WOW, we wonder why!
At no time in the movie except for the last ten minutes does this man show any redeeming qualities. Yes, he is handsome. A CATCH, right? He is rich, successful, and the fact that he has been unprincipled toward her and his clients seems to matter not at all! SHE LOVES HIM! If I wrote this in a book, captured this man's essence in words, I WOULD BE REJECTED. He is about as worthy a hero as Vlad, the Impaler. But of course, that is what he reps, isn't it? A Romantic Vlad.
We will have a moment of shuddering here....

In the Thrill of It All, we get Doris with James Garner. A delight visually, this couple can bring on the laughter. But the substance of the plot?
This flick left me rather agog that I had watched this then...and now!
Why?
She is his wife and mother of his two charming children. He is a noted OB-GYN. Quite by chance, she becomes a spokesperson for a product that sweeps to her onto billboards, fame and money. When hubby Jim gets fed up with her celebrity, his bright idea to bring her back to home/heel/submission (do choose a word you like here) is to get her pregnant again.
He actually has a moment in the film where he sits at his desk and recalls one of his patients telling him that there is no finer calling in life for a woman than to have a baby.
Okay, then!
While I had three of my own babies, and loved every moment of being pregnant and their early lives and bringing them up to adulthood, I must say that they rank up there with a few other events in my life.

• My enduring relationship with my husband, now more than 45 years.
• My enduring relationship with my writing profession, now more than 32 years.
• And my enduring relationship with my devotion to my intellectual stimulation, now more than...well, let's say...lots of decades!

Doris, you did right by me at the time.  But not all of what you taught us was the whole picture of what a woman can and should become.
On to Rita Hayworth!