Romance writer Chloe Thurlow

Literary romance

American Concubine – Steamy S&M With a Younger Man

American Concubine is out – finally, frantically, breathlessly … I have a dampness beneath my armpits and a feeling of guilt that’s terribly English, I know, and completely genuine.

Guilt because I have not written a blog for months and now here I am asking you, my loyal readers, to dip into their pockets and get a copy of my new book. And even that needs an explanation.

American Concubine is the retitled anthology of six novellas originally titled Fallen Angels. For some reason, the android censors at ‘distribution’ discovered reasons to shield the reading public from my work – it was just SO sexy their mechanical minds had to be re-oiled twice a day! I had to tinker with certain sections until the robots  settled down and did what robots are supposed to do, stop being human. Weird? Absolutely.

The anthology consists of six novellas beginning with the luscious tale of an unfulfilled woman who meets a younger man and learns that discipline might just be the answer to cure her own frustrations. With American Concubine are five more tales: Snow Falls Softly, Flight 69, Sophie’s Secret, Hell is Other People and Bringing Angels to Life.

Excerpt from American Concubine

She slipped down to the bed so he could remove her shoes, her red pants, her panties with satin bows. She was with a man ten years younger than her and she thought about something Justine had said: why had she waited so long? She was naked, finally, and being naked with this stranger she didn’t know and knew nothing about made her nipples harden.

He stood there waiting for her to unbuckle his belt, unsnap the button at the top of his jeans, lower the zipper. He was wearing white shorts and when his cock emerged from the folds she hesitated only long enough to admire this thing, this creature that is man, this work of art, this object with a will of its own. His cock was long, wide, the head pale pink and it felt as smooth as porcelain as it slid between her lips and down her throat.

‘That’s it, slowly now, up and down, up and down. Don’t think, just go with the flow,’ he said and she remembered the way he had encouraged her with his velvety voice as they crossed the Queensboro Bridge and completed the New York Marathon.

She paused for breath. She flicked her tongue across the indent at the tip of his cock and softly squeezed the sack of his balls. He sighed. He liked that. She dropped to her knees. She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his feet. He tossed his jacket on a chair, removed his tee-shirt and took hold of the hair at the nape of her neck before setting her back in motion.

‘Open your eyes, look up at me,’ he said and she did.

Michelle could hear the whoosh and slap of flesh against flesh. She held the globes of his backside and slid rhythmically up and down the length of his cock, her mouth expanding and contracting, her senses pricked by the scent of roses. She hadn’t done this for a long time, longer than she could recall, but it’s like…like swimming. You don’t forget. It’s natural, it’s feminine. She had no idea why it felt so right but it felt so right; it felt as if she were born to be down on her knees, eyes wide, a beautiful cock sliding in and out of her throat.

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“American Concubine – Steamy S&M With a Younger Man”
  • So glad you have solved your problem with the mighty Amazon robots! These days, as authors of erotica and erotic romance,it feels as though we are treading on glass to avoid the pitfalls of disapproval by the large organisations who sit in judgement of our work. I have the book and have just started reading. Excellent so far!

    • A new book by the great Anaïs Nin was mainstream, reviewed by philosophers and intellectuals who understood that erotica is a part of the human makeup, the human psyche. The same as we are losing the trees and wildlife, the sea level is rising and hurricanes comes in sets of three, we are in danger off losing an essential part of our humanity and becoming robots like the machines guiding and advising us. Today I was “advised” not to use the word “anxious” when saying I was anxious to see a friend’s holiday photographs and to change it to eager. I defied the android, naturally.

  • On the subject of being forced to expurgate your work in order to stay in Zon’s good graces: what content was it, specifically, that Zon was objecting to?

    Are their any retail outlets that still carry the original versions of these stories? I know I have Flight 69 already, but I don’t think I have the rest of them.

    I’d always prefer the high-octane versions…

    • Trent, there were objections in only one story – Bringing Angels to Life – which required a back story to when the main character was a girl at a mixed school and birds and bees being as they are, it was not all geography and maths tests. The changes did not ruin the story but I did take out some super pieces of writing that took WEEKS to create and ten minutes to destroy.

  • Robots are shaping our tongues for the market with silly sounds of a disapproving screen. Apparatchiks used to run this business, for the regime, decades ago, until everyone learned how to laugh in their unsuspecting faces. Resisting political correctness was quite risky back then, but produced a worthwhile side effect: one could twist the twisted words to uncharted meanings, allowing more playground for the curious mind.
    Like I was so ‘anxious’ to mock the robots yesterday, but I am even more ‘eager’ to join some humans for a good laughter.
    The downside of this kind of tongue speaking is that humans will eventually cease to understand humans. And the droids will run over a desolate world. Sad [beep] – unsanctioned word!

    Oh yes: Welcome back!! :)

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