Nude Webcamming, Is that something you would consider?

If it were not for all of the different types of people in this world, it would be pretty dull.

 

Greetings and welcome to my Blog.

Toward the bottom you will find and excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Tonight I wanted to answer some questions regarding some feedback, as well as some twitter comments.

“Did you know that you have some followers who are openly gay and even Trans?  Some followers of yours are openly porn dealers!”

“Yes, I know that some of my followers are gay.  Yes, I am aware that some of them are actively seeking clients for their activities on sites like My Free Cams.”

If I follow them or RT them, that does not mean that I endorse what they are doing.  I also will not condemn them. 

Yes, from time to time I will re-tweet those that follow me if there is something that I think others will find of value.  The ladies that “model” to fulfill fantasies of people around the world most probably do this in other local places beside the internet. Just a guess.

I welcome civil discourse from anyone that reads my blogs or books.  I will not judge you.  I may ignore you; if you are not pleasant.

If you were to gather some folks and put them all into a darkened room, I think you would find that what we have in common, far outweighs the biases that some impose on others.  I would encourage everyone to seek that which we share, and not that which divides us.

When I started marketing my books after I wrote several, someone followed me on Twitter who on her bio said “Cyber Whore or Slut.” I forget which.  Folks, I don’t judge people, that is above my pay grade.  If it were not for all of the different types of people in this world, it would be pretty dull.

If you ever get a chance to meet me, you will find that I will engage you in conversation.  Your tattoos or piercings or race or ethnicity or sexual orientation does not, or will not daunt me.  While many do this to rebel against that which is, I am not dissuaded.  I see through you! By “this,” I mean excessive ink or piercings or what have you.

Assuming that you are not stoned or incapable of articulating your speech, I welcome everyone to participate in civil, social intercourse. (talking)  Your ideas have merit!  Everyone brings something to the table.  I value you, just like I value those that read my work or blog or tweets.  It makes little difference if you are in lockstep agreement with me or not.

If we seek improvement or betterment, or as I like to say enlightenment, that is more than half the battle.   Someone once said, “if you are coasting, you are going downhill!”

Think about that, and then apply it to your life.

This person who followed me on Twitter piqued my curiosity as to why she would describe herself in such a pejorative manner.  Unaware that there was such a place as My Free Cams, I followed her link.  Her description was and is part of her marketing strategy.  That and some lewd pictures of herself.   I am all about self-discovery and accepting oneself for who and what they are.  I am also an artist who loves the human body of any gender!

I for one am thankful that she followed me.  We have talked a few times on Twitter. However, she has no clue that her spirit, if you will, is part of my book.

It took little time to discover what this site was about, and the fantasies that it facilitates. Some would say that this is probably a hollow existence. I have found however that imaginations, unlike people, seldom let you down.  One could arguably question the mental stability of those of us who choose to live vicariously through such actions; I would say that as long as you can separate the two, you are good to go.

Many of us live through some sort of fantasy, and not all fantasies are sexual. Some might watch sports, secretly envisioning themselves as the quarterback or the pitcher. When we read (and when we write) we live through the characters in the book.  That is why my characters are so dynamic!

Those that read EL James books are living vicariously through her characters.

Imagine if you will, allowing someone to pull down your panties and take a belt to your bare bottom. What could someone possibly get out of that? 

After a suitable amount of investigative research, I wrote such a book as an experiment.  Science Fiction is my usual mode of thinking when it comes to writing.  Exploring erotic fantasy with a technological bent was and is close.

Cyber Subs, no not submarines but SUBS!

Trisha and Denise were friends in a farming community in Kansas.  If you have ever lived in such a place, you know that it can get pretty dull.  Human sexuality being what it is, adding the internet into the mix, this story wrote itself.

Cyber Subs receives over 2500 hits every day.  Please consider owning your own copy, and by all means, give me feedback.  The price is low because I, like many, are independent authors.  That means that agents and publishers are not getting anything out of it.  It also means that we as authors do everything!  We write it, edit it, market it and do the cover art.  The amazing part is that Amazon and other e-publishing sites still get over 30%, and they do nothing.  They provide the place to put it along with millions of others.  They have some upfront programming cost, and everything else is automated gravy.

If you as an author or I chose to use their marketing tools, they charge for that as well.  That is why we enjoy it when someone like yourself reads our books and offers some feedback.  We love it when you give us feedback! I will guarantee that there are typos in our books.  Since I find them all the time in published Barns and Nobles type books, I can predict you will see them as well.  If you see them in my novels, please let me know.  I publish my books with a revision number much as software writers do with their code.  I will fix them when enough are found either by yourself, and or others like you, and fix them.  Once I do I will tweet about it as I did with Saga of the Starduster.  That novel is still my number one best seller!

Let’s see if we can get Cyber Subs to give it some competition!

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Much Love –TW

Below you will see an excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Trisha has bombed out at finding work in Kansas and decided to leave for Phoenix where her friend is managing to make a living.  What her friend does is shocking!

Escape from Hell

Trisha’s brother was secretly happy for his sister getting out of Kansas.  He knew that she was unhappy on the farm. After graduating from college, the jobs were not there.

“Do you think you will be coming home again sis,” David asked?

“David, I am not going to lie, I hope not, not to stay anyway.  I love you and Dad, but this is not for me.”

“After Mom passed I knew it was rough on you; Dad was so upset with you for leaving that he has me driving you to the airport.”

“David, I know you understand; I am not ready to be “the little woman” without the perks that go with it.  Farm life sucks!  I am twenty-six years old, and still a virgin for Pete sake, at least you get some action..”

“My friend Billy likes you, Trisha.”

“Billy, you can’t be serious. We are talking about a guy that failed gym class.  This guy fights the hogs for their slop!  I think I can do better.”

David laughed; he knew that she was right.

“Sis, come home for the holidays, there is little going on that time of year. By then maybe Dad and I will learn how to cook without poisoning ourselves.”

“Just remember, the smoke detector is not the oven timer! You will be alright.”

“Do you need me to park, and help with your bags?”

“No, one bag rides on the other, I got this David.  Stay in touch; you have my number.”

“Love you, sis, take care of yourself.”

David watched for a minute as she went to curbside check-in, then up the escalator as if she was running for her life.

Getting through the airport gave her time to think about what she was doing.

Her friend Denise moved before she graduated and managed to make it in Phoenix. If Denise could do it, Trisha figured she might too.

She missed her roommate and all the things that they shared; Trisha was looking forward to catching up.

The flight from Kansas City was bumpy as they went over the southern tip of Colorado on her to way Phoenix.  Once off the plane, it was evident that she was no longer in Kansas. The heat was intense; Trisha wished that she had a bottle of water as she waited on Denise.

A honking horn signaled Trisha that Denise was waiting along the curb for her.  It was all they could do to fit her luggage into the lime green Volkswagen that Denise had in Kansas.

“You still have Denny?”

“Can you believe it? How have you been sugar?”

“I was going crazy.  After mom passed, Dad has been a mess.  He and David are obsessed with the farm, and I got tired of being the “little woman.”

“That had to suck.  So, how long can you stay?”

“That is up in the air. If I can find a job and support myself, I might just stay here period.  Otherwise, I am going to try until my savings run out, and then buy a ticket home.”

“I don’t mean to sound cliché but Trisha; you’re not in Kansas anymore.  There are opportunities here.”

“You were pretty tight-lipped on the phone, what do you do to make it?”

“Don’t judge me, just listen and then we can talk.”

Pulling into the parking lot of her apartment complex, they each grabbed a bag and headed inside.

Denise had a three-bedroom apartment, a master, guest, and office.

“This is lovely Denise, ok, if you are managing this by yourself, I will try hard not to judge you, what are you doing?”

“Primarily I do waitress stuff, Trisha, opening her closet she showed her some outfits that belonged to a chain of restaurants that specialize in entertaining their men clientele.”

“You’re showing your boobs for tips?”

“I seem to remember you getting a few pinches on your bottom at the truck stop for tips; there is no touching here and, it is just some of the goods, not all of me.”

“If my parents had found out about those pinches, I would have been killed,” Trisha said.

“Me too but, we made some money, and we survived Lawrence Kansas.”

“In a strange way Denise, I miss those little pinches.  Does that even make sense?” Denise smiled at her reaching behind her, pinching her bottom, “are you better now?”

“Thanks!” she said laughing at her. “Are they hiring?”

“We are, and I already have you pretty much hired, are you up for pulling a shift tonight?”

“Without even an interview?”

Touching Trisha’s breasts through her blouse, “honey, with these things, if you wear one of my outfits here, talk like you have a few neurons firing in that beautiful blond head of yours, it will not even be a question.”

Trisha liked the feel of her touch.  She wondered what had changed.  Denise had never felt her before in any manner.

“If I can make some money, it will extend my stay, are you sure you are ok with me staying here with you?”

“For the first week or so, you are my guest Trisha, if you feel like you can make it, and you want to stay, share the rent and groceries with me.  Deal?”

“Ok, I guess I can wait tables again.”

“After we get you unpacked, let me show you a few tricks to get the most tips.”

“Like we used to get the answers for the test and share them?”

“Just like it…We are going to have fun.”

“I have missed you, Denise; do you remember all the adventures we had?”

“You mean the trouble we got into with the sisters?”

“Yea, that too, but we had fun.”

“Between the farm and school, I could not wait to get out of town!” Denise said.

“It was bearable until Mom died of cancer. After you left and she died, I could not stand it!”

“I am surprised you lasted as long as you did.”

“I think I still have bruises from Barney at the truck stop.  Are you sure they don’t touch here?”

Denise looked at her bottom and then her, “you know, with that bottom and those boobs, you may make more than me. No, they don’t touch.”

“You said primarily you wait tables, what else do you do?”

“Are you still open-minded?” She asked.

“I will still smoke weed if you can get it, how open-minded do I need to be?”

Denise led her to her office.  Opening the door, it looked more like a photography studio than an office.

“Ok, I will bite, what is this?”

“Trisha, I make a lot of money with this, and I have fun doing it.  I smoke a little grass, drink a little wine and tease the hell out of people from around the world.  They do not know who I am, or where I am.”

“Still not judging here, I have seen some cam stuff on the internet, is that what you do?”

“I am not sure what you saw but, do you remember Stacy that lives on that farm on the east side?”

“Of course, what about her.”

“I saw her on here, out in the field at that picnic table doing this from the farm.”

“You mean the picnic table we all ate watermelon on a few years ago?”

“Yes, and we played in the kiddie pool, it was still there!”

“Small world, how do you keep people from knowing who you are?”

Pointing to wigs, makeup and other outfits in the closet, she looked at Trisha. “Still not judging me?”

“No, I think I have butterflies in my stomach thinking about what it must be like to do that.”

“The first few times it was fucking awesome.  There is this huge adrenaline rush.”

“Do we have time to see some of this before we go wait tables?”

“Help me fix some lunch; we can watch a little while we eat.  I can take the laptop out to the kitchen.”

Trisha had obtained a quick tour of the camera site before they had to get dressed.  Fixing her clothing to look like she had worked there for years, the manager hired her on the spot.  Denise trained her in no time; it was a limited menu.

On the way home that night they stopped for fast food.  “What did you think of your first day?”

“I should be exhausted, but I am wired.”

“We have the same schedule; Burt knows that you are staying with me, and he likes you.  Between the two of us, we will probably bring in more customers for him.”

“These boobs have not done much for me so far; why not bring in some money?”

“That is the way I look at it. I am good for a couple of hours, would you like to watch me cam a little?”

Trisha looked at her, “Ok, I think I would, that will be terribly personal won’t it?”

“You are my oldest and dearest friend, besides; you might like what you see.”

Trisha now knew that something had changed with her friend.  A frisson went through her, as she thought about how this night might end. Denise set her up in an opposite corner of the room with her laptop logged into the site.  Trisha could see the cameras that Denise was using as well as a behind the scenes look.

This novel is 105 thousand words of a story.  I admit that it has some tawdriness to it but, it is a complete story with humor, love, plot twist and turns and even some remote love of a very different kind.

Share with your friends and assist us, independent authors!

Thanks!

 

-TW

A word about Hugh.

 

I myself have or had little use for or knowledge of Hugh Hefner.

I have read through his magazines over the years as some of the articles were, well written.

As an artist, I found his models posed for the most part in a respectful/artistic way.  Unlike the porn we have today which is hard not to stumble over on the internet, Playboy was rather bland in comparison.

As a mature person, I remember some of the early magazines with clover leafs over nipples, and what have you.

If a (person) makes a conscious decision to model for a magazine like his, who are we to say anything? Our first lady was a model of impeccable taste.

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As many of you know, I worked in the Advertising industry for years.  Sex Sells!

We, humans, are geared for sex. Men are more visual creatures and I can tell you that the advertising industry knows that all too well.

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Hugh knew it too and made his fortune selling the sizzle and not the steak.  Hugh sold the fantasy and portrayed that fantasy in his silk robe and pipe.  That fantasy sold millions of magazines and to be absolutely fair, started many young ladies careers.

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The Religious folks are now trashing him on social media and folks, his sin was no worse than theirs or mine or yours. Sin is sin is sin!  Unless you are Jesus Christ himself, you are a sinner! If you feel differently, you clearly don’t understand sin.

To judge this man is not their job, that job is reserved for God.

To judge me, or other writers who might write some tawdry novel is not your job, or theirs.  It is gods Job, and I am ok with it.

I talk about marketing and what sells.  Sex sells not only in a visual medium like the centerfold, but it sells in my novels where I paint a picture with words that are what?  They are a fantasy for you to enjoy.

Some folks are so hypocritical.  One of my friends was upset with her husband because she caught him looking at pornography on the internet.  Sticking out of her purse was a copy of 50 shades.

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To me, that is like having a diet coke with a slice of German chocolate cake thinking that will help with your diet.

I can paint some pretty graphic pornography with words as can many of you.  Porn is porn and your sin is no less sinful than his.  Men are visual and women well, like their porn too, they just like it disguised in romance novels.  The idea of being held down while the burly stranger that you have been teasing with rips your silky panties off you is…porn.

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I am reminded about casting the first stone and me for one live in a glass house, as do you.

Hugh lived a life that most men only dream of, I would guess.  He had 7 girlfriends at one time and I would bet it was not all peaches and cream.  I can say that because I have read the bible several times and King Solomon had several hundred wives and several hundred Concubines.  Can you imagine what his household was like?

Judge not should be all of our mantras, it is certainly mine.

Whether you are a “religious” person or not, judging others is not our job.   For the religious right to call him the names that I am reading is just wrong.  My theory is that they are jealous of what he had and what he did in his 90 odd years so they are using the bible to beat their chest while being a bully to those who don’t know all of the facts.  They are wrong on many levels, and it is sad.  It is actually a sad day for Christianity as it is a terrible role model of what Christ was about.

I understood Hugh did many good things with his wealth while he was alive, so again, judge not.

God has this….

I for one believe that one day we might meet one another. I will shake his hand if he/we indeed have hands in heaven.

If you just muttered under your breath that we will meet in hell, man, examine your soul!

RIP Hugh.

 

Much Love -TW

Yes, Smashwords does not like crack..Buttcrack…

Yes, they really did object…

Dragon Master and the Witch
Book Cover for Dragon MAster and the Witch By TWScott

If that is not art I will eat it…. Good thing it is digital…

When I posted that blog about my cover art some were amazed that Smashwords would take issue with my witch in the lake.

It is sad that I had to do this to pacify the Puritans …

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No, witches don’t really melt when you get them in water.  Could you imagine if they did, there would be no witches, Well, no witches that you could stand to be around as they would stink the high heavens!

Yes, Witches enjoy a shower like the rest of the world.  Yes, some witches do have nice butts even though I admit that my cover art witch, is my creation…. Lol

My claim is that I was under the spell of the witches to create butt that is perfect from the bottom to the top…

I like Big Butts and I cannot lie… oops I digress 

I was thinking about a story regarding Francisco Goya when I got this from Smashwords.

Modified Goya Nude MAJA
modified by others and eventually me to look more natural.

This painting of his was so risqué that it was not seen in public.  He in fact never got to see his work on public display during his lifetime.

I love this painting, not so much for the Nude Maja but the incredible detail.

I did a study of fabric with my own nude and mine is crap compared to his.

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Fabric Study 2000

I found Goya’s on line and took the liberty of doing a little touch-up.  Still this is a fabulous painting so much so that I may do one like it just to have it on my wall.  No, can’t sell a copy of someone’s painting but there is nothing wrong with doing it for yourself.

Often times we artist get into trouble when we do such things for pecuniary interests.  (Making money)

Copying his work however to learn, is perfectly acceptable.

I enjoy art immensely.  I could not resist touching up this painting by Goya.  I did it for two reasons really.

The first is the copy I found on the internet has been modified already from the original.  Second I came to know the painting as I can see his brush strokes.  The paint used is nothing like we have today.  Back in the day, they made their own paint and cadmium red or cadmium anything was toxic as hell.

While we think that we are safer today with our modern day paints and chemicals I would tell you that just because it is odorless does not mean that it is not toxic.  I still use very well ventilated areas for painting.  In the cooler months, I might very well go outside to paint.

Today with the IPad Pro and some good software, I can get my art fix with no chemicals.

Take a look at the Goya and then my fabric study and you will see what I mean.

I did this fifteen plus years ago so consider that when judging me … LOL

In other News, Perpetual Palpitation seems to be moving up the charts of books downloaded. 

If you are on this blog, and you are the one of those buying it, Thanks for that!

I look for trends and then try to analyze them.

Marketing 101 ….

For Some of you, it is already Monday Morning…On behalf of us still, on Sunday have a great and Super Week!

Much Love  -TW

Robots are going to rule us all!

Who is your e publishing site?

There are times that I just want to toss in the towel.

Do you ever feel that way?

By all accounts, I am a pretty fair artist.  I could post all kinds of paintings, but that is not my purpose, to boast.  My point in mentioning it is that what I do is really ART!

When I create a cover, it is art, not some thrown together miss mash of stuff.

Dragon Master and the Witch has on the cover a very tasteful nude.  I gave her a butt for our ages but never the less it is a drawing or painting if you will.  Nothing about it is salacious.

She has been swimming in the lake, and the birds are bringing her a towel.  I wanted to give the reader a taste of what is in this novel.

Now on top of this “painting” is a tiny dragon named Rex who is a scamp.  I went out of my way to give him the appearance of being a fun loving scamp.

On the left is the newer Smashwords cover.

On the right is the original “naughty” version FFS!

Published on Amazon, no problems they love it.

Released on Smashwords Holey Hannah, I have PORN on my cover!

I wonder if I should have draped her in all black cloth.   I thought about putting a fig leaf on her butt.

In advertising, the cover art is the sizzle.  You must have good art if you want to attract someone’s attention.  The goal is to entice them to pick up the novel and turn to the cover page.

“There must be No ButtCrack! Or wobbly bits etc .”

“Please re-do your cover and re-submit”  Oh and by the way we are not really fond of your paragraphs.  This is an automated machine telling you this so we cannot be more specific, just keep redoing it until the robot likes it.”

“If you can’t get anywhere with our meat grinder please contact one of our many people who charge very little to format your manuscript so the meat grinder will not eat it. ”

“Hey Smashwords, find some folks who will not only format it but edit it for a reasonable cost and you might have something.”

Ideally, I would like an editor who would work on my manuscripts and his or her remuneration would be so much of the profit into perpetuity.  That would have them put some more skin into the game and oh by the way if they are good, make a ton of bucks on our work.

I think they call that an agent… lol

Is it any wonder why most of my stuff is on Amazon?

What are your experiences?

Do you have an e-pub site that you are happy with?

Oh for the love of an agent or publisher.  “Here, take my latest manuscript and make millions with it!”

I did not have this much trouble getting published in magazines.

Oh well, that is my Friday night rant!

What are you doing this weekend?

If you are an author or writer, what are you working on?

Please think about supporting us, independent authors.

Much Love -TW

Voices From the Past

Was it fate or magic that put the two on a collision course.

Married to a mommas boy, Jennifer decides she has had enough.  Twenty odd years of putting up with supporting her husband, and now his mother was too far.  Just wanting to go away for a few days without his mother tagging along; was a non-starter.

After the final argument, she leaves the house.  Filing for divorce, She soon finds her way to the States as a correspondent for her magazine.  Leaving the editing desk, she was now on an adventure.  Covering the Texas state fair; she bumps into a cowboy spilling his beer.  Harold bit his tongue wanting to take the mousy haired Brit to task when she smiled at him disarming him as she began to speak.

Was it fate or magic that put the two on a collision course.

Voices from the Past is a story about magic, romance, and love but not what you might expect.

Old meets new in this modern day tale of witchcraft, magic, and love.

Voices from the Past has been a good seller thus far, tell me what you think.

Much Love -TW

Hole In time

Just when you think you have it figured out, physics changes.

Sitting next to folks at lunch or the local Starbucks I noticed that many of you read.

Carving out a slice of time from your hectic day to take a small mental vacation, I came up with this series for you Sci-Fi buffs

Episode 1 through 9 are on Amazon Kindle Unlimited meaning you can probably read them for free.

The Pilot episode is on your standard Amazon, Apple, Barns and Nobles and so on.  Since it is the pilot and pulls the story together, for marketing sake, it needed to be widely distributed.

The series took about six months or so to create, the feedback has been awesome and the readership rather robust.   If you are one of them, Thanks so much!

Ben and his crew of the Brooking haul cargo from one stop to another while traversing the galaxy. After picking up some rare mineral on Treglia, a planet in the outer reaches of the universe, things take unpredictable twist and turns.

We meet earth’s early ancestors as well as ancient Martians as we float through each episode.

Ben finds himself the last human male alive on a ship full of women.  Does the race die off or does Ben and his crew think outside the box?

These are all lunchtime reads so let me know what you think!

The artwork was created on an IPad Pro, with different art software currently available on Itunes.
The story is a product of an overactive imagination always asking “what if” and Red Bull!

While there, check out my other novels.  Currently, I am working on a novel with Dragons, Witches, Shamans, Pirates, and Sirens  …

Naughty Novels

Wherever you find love you should hang on to it!

Perpetual Palpitation 

As I stated in an earlier blog, I have tried my hand at a few stories with adult content.

The reasons are many but suffice it to say, I enjoy books with a story, a plot and hopefully an unpredictable trope or two.

I recently noticed an uptick in sales of Perpetual Palpitation.

If you have read this book, Thanks so much!

Perpetual Palpitation or forever and heartbeats   One could and should interpret this to Love Always.

After a brutal divorce, instigated by his wife of many years, Ben decided he must change his course in life.  Spending his early years starting and building a mega-business, he had no time for himself and certainly no time for his young family.  Not even aware that his daughter was not really his, Ben buries himself in his work until one day he is served with divorce papers.

Selling the company per the divorce decree, Ben takes his half of their fortune, packs his car with some clothes and his laptop; and leaves California in his rearview mirror.  With no destination in mind, he only heads east.

Several days later Ben ends up on Amelia Island; he simply ran out of road away from his past.

Finding a beach house to rent, he pulls out his laptop and seeks to do that which he has always dreamt of, writing a book much like the Sherlock Holmes novels he loved as a young person.

Ideas whirl around in his head as he decides to take in some of the local culture.

Dr. Stein, a world famous heart surgeon, is also part of the culture that Ben runs into in a pub.  She is there because she lost one of her patients to greed and unjust laws.  Fate plays a role as the two become inseparable over time.

Dr. Stein has a dark secret which pushes Ben to the limits of his prudish ways.  Adjusting to who they are together, Ben and Juliet weave the tapestry of modern-day life into a story that will live for the ages.

This novel is an adult novel, but there is much more story than naughtiness.  Taking many out of their comfort zone and adding all sorts of twist and turns into the story, you might not be able to predict where it will end up.

The characters will tell you the story in their words.  My keen wit and sense of humor will hopefully entertain you.

Check out Perpetual Palpitation and let me know what you think.

The cover art is a combination of an oil painting that I did years ago, and some digital magic.

Much Love -TW