Claim This Night

Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay
Rise above me,
Show me your strength.
Take me from me,
Show me the way.

Open me with a key
Forged by your hand.
Unlock all that is me
Yours to command.

Own this night.
Conquer my bed.
Stake your claim,
My lover,
Control my body,
Calm my head.

You know I have books for sale?

Support me and get to have my poetry and stories at your fingertips any time. Go to my book page and look at my books of poetry and a couple of short stories. https://theauthorstew.wordpress.com/books/

Do you swear at your lover during sex? A poll.

Swearing during sex: Do you swear at your lover during the throughs of passion?

I did a poll on Twitter (see below) asking if during sex you swore at your lover. I was kinda surprised at the number that said no. Not that everyone swears at their partner during sex or swears in general but I figured for the people I know and follow my Twitter (which if you’re on Twitter why aren’t you following me?!? hehe) that it wouldn’t be that high. But it was over 25%.

One of the reasons I came up with this poll is because of a story I’m writing. It’s one I’ve been working on a while. That’s nearly done. It started out with the intention of being a flash piece and has worked it’s way into a short story. A slow process but I’m getting there. In the story the two lovers get to bed and as they’re’ making love things get intense, actually they pretty much start intense. lol And in that heat they swear at each other.

Swearing is rather prevalent in my stories, which again why are you not reading them?? And in particular they swear at their lover as in Fuck me or something along those lines. For one it is a way to express desire and also it is a fairly common thing but again not universal. Is it something you do? I do. It ramps up the excitement and it shows passion, something I really enjoy during sex.


Could just one kiss get you into bed with a man you just met? Karen wouldn’t have said yes. There were a lot of things Karen would say but what would she actually do? Find out with Just One Kiss. Available wherever you buy books online.

Best Friends / Never Lovers

You’ve been there through my thick
I’m not thin
You’ve been my crazy, hot best friend
Hot in here
I’d rather be with you
And what would we do?

You’re my best friend. I’m direct that way
The only way to be
You are my subtle, the buffer for things I say
Shielding you and the public
You make me a better person just by who you are
Who else could I be?

I want to love, a love like ours 
But not with me
Something deep and real, more than wishes and things I feel
The feelings I have for you
I want a real love that does not die 
Even if it kills what we have.

I’d rather have you in this way than no way at all
What do we have?
A best friend I can love
And not make love to
BFF - Best Friend Forever - Always there
Until another slides in your bed, taking that which we don’t share.

I have a best friend
I do too
We’re so good for each other
We are so good together
I wish I had someone to love
I wish I had you.

The Sex Cycle: Erotic Poetry is a collection of 30 poems that describe the cycle of foreplay, intercourse and after that entails sexual interaction. These highly erotic verses will excite, delight and entertain you with modern poetry. Click to buy The Sex Cycle: Erotic Poetry – Foreplay, Intercourse & After now and enjoy breath taking poetry that will make your heart race.

4.6 stars on Amazon 5 stars on Goodreads My most popular book. Read the poetry book that started it all. The Sex Cycle Foreplay, Intercourse & the After. Available wherever books are sold. Click the link to buy.

Sapphic Valentine

Image by Loke from Pixabay and Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay
Together our cream filled dreams lay satisfied
Open petals of flowers once wet, licked dry
You on my chest, my hand on your breast
My heart in your chest beats inside
Happy sighs snuggled bodies
My Sapphic valentine.

The night began hand in hand heart in heart
As many do, it still rings true, our love will never part
Many years contained in one touch, a simple kiss did spark
As hand and hand became tongue on tongue
And hands did wander.

Kisses, open and sweet, our lips did meet
Fingertips traced. Soft on soft, our kisses hard
Hearts and imagination raced.
I let out a moan, you answered back
A signal to attack, like the scent of prey

“Come my love. Let us take this to the bedroom.”
As if there was a room we would and had not christened.
We walked there hand in hand or rather touch to touch
For wandering hands did not remain still
Butterfly touch, gentle rub, insistent grabs, wanting nudge

Upon the bed, clothes put away their dirtiness tidied, hid away
Our dirtiness begun, displayed, paraded for only our eyes
Lay back and let me feast on your delights
Mounds of plenty, satisfying and sweet
Delta, flowing with life’s sustenance for without it, without you, I’d die.

Looking for FF, MF FFM erotica and a plot? This is the book for you.

Tiffany wants to share a surprise with her boyfriend, Ryan. A surprise she shares with Aleena her highschool friend from down the hall. A surprise she hopes will get her laid. Read A Shared Surprise available on Amazon and other online book sellers.

Dragged For A Queen

Photo by Jesús Boscán on Unsplash
They fear what their eyes see
Their masculinity covered in mascara
Let rouge and lipstick mask his dick
He must want my child
Look at those childbearing hips
He must want my ass
Not my eyes following his, it’s her,
It’s round man, womyn, them/there/it
Does she have a clit?
I can’t find it. 
They fear what their hearts feel
When their eyes see
The desire in the mirror.

Help me out by buying me a coffee.

Subscribe to the newsletter for the latest information on new books, poems and other information about stories from C. Stuart Lewis.

Subscribe Now

Afternoon Delight

Image by Nikos Apelaths from Pixabay
Afternoon delight, aged like fine wine,
a sip of brandy, a moment's respite.
This wonderful woman, my dream at night. 
Whenever I see her passing before my eyes.

This baby girl, no pigtails, 
bare pussy exposed, 
smiling in delight. 

Eyes light up 
Walking through the door, kneeling on the floor, 
I take her long lips 
A slide through with my tongue
 Ahhhh she sighs. 
Another brief interlude.

This Woman. My Woman.
 Strong, beautiful, desired, desirable, desiring. She is a fantasy.
My fantasy, my reality ... if only for tonight.

How did I find her? This pearl in the sea? 
Oh but I did not find her. She found me. 
If only briefly . . . For eternity.

The Sex Cycle
Looking for hot, explicit poetry? The Sex Cycle 30 erotic poems about foreplay, intercourse and after. Read modern poetry to get your pace racing. Read The Sex Cycle.

Click here https://books2read.com/u/4jPV12

Legend In the Sheets

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay 
Legend
Created in the sheets
From the hotness and heat
From what you do to my body
Making me beg in these streets
Fool for you, I ain't too proud
I'll shout it out, I'll tone it down
You stole my heart
And wore it as a crown
Now each night before we go to bed
I bow down.

She was sitting alone in a bar minding her own business when he sat down and said he could get her in bed with just one kiss.

Read this hot, funny, short story now for only $1, from your favorite e-book seller. Click here.

This Fight, The Desire

Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay 
I want fuckery; see that naked ass
Moving up and down, left, right, mine tonight
Bounce it, bite it, slap and tickle all night.
You and me are free as can be, loving
Kisses, lips as sweet as candy would be.

Your breast out; my desire fire hunger
Need to taste the sweet flesh; nipples sucking
Bucking bodies beneath me with you here
Bed squeaks, box springs screaming in surrender
Matching screams from your staccato rhythm. 

I want you, to fuck you, 'til we give up this fight.

Just One Kiss


Could one kiss get you in bed with a stranger? Not likely right? Maybe … Take a peek at Just One Kiss.

Some of my thoughts on AI in publishing

Picture taken from the article

Kenneth Whyte: ChatGPT and the looming revolution in the book publishing world

The leading edge of an AI-driven war of words will come in years, not decades, and the implications for literature are grim

Author of the article:

Kenneth Whyte,  Special to National Post


I suggest reading the above article on Kenneth Whyte’s views on what AI will do to the publishing industry in the future. While I don’t agree with everything the article says I do think it brings up some good points. AI will definitely have some effect on publishing as a whole and independent and self publishing for sure.

I’m a self published author, as you probably know. There are tricks to the trade as with everything. One of the tricks of self publishing is to have a catalogue. Having just one book makes it hard to get noticed and having more than one book makes it easier to use one to make money off the others. One of the things mentioned in the article is the idea of authors using AI to write more books even using the author’s “tone”. One of the criticisms and an accurate one I believe, is that much of the writing of AI is sterile and lacks depth or oomph or what some would call soul. The article’s writer puts it as creating books that are just “good enough”.

A point made in the article is that with more mediocre books it makes it harder for publishers to afford good books, especially those that would require more of a risk. An example he uses is newspapers. How with the explosion of Internet news, people stopped reading the papers as much and thus many have disappeared. I agree with this for the most part. It’s a situation of finding the needle in a haystack. With so many books of meh quality out there finding a real gem becomes more and more of a slog.

Girl leaning on a bench with a book over her face
Photo by Tony Tran on Unsplash

This kinda explains the boom of Book-Tok. With the abundance of choice the role of curator becomes more important and useful. The problem with curators though, is gate keeping and finding a curator that matches your taste. This is an inherent problem with any curation so it’s not like it’s new or pertinent to just publishing because of AI. But it will be a thing that plays itself out, if AI causes an even bigger explosion in published books. And who does the gatekeeping can be problematic especially for marginalized writers and communities of both marginalized writers and readers.

The problem of finding something good that fits your taste and putting something good in front of the people who enjoy that taste just gets harder with more choice especially when a lot of those choices are things you wouldn’t want. Of course one of the “cures” for that will be more AI. Have the AI choose the reading material for you based off of your reading choices of AI material. Yeah, definitely problematic. It’s not like finding that perfect book has ever been easy but now it won’t be nearly as to stumble across it because everything will be sent to you based on what you’ve already wanted when often what you really want is something you didn’t know you wanted.

Girl searching through books stacked on a table
Photo by Ummano Dias on Unsplash

With AI creating just good enough work, throwing together a book becomes much simpler and faster. Throw it up on the Internet and see what comes in. Publishers aren’t going to buy those because paying you to create a middling book with AI isn’t going to make them money, and publishing is a business don’t forget that. The only problem with that is that for many authors the books they write aren’t blockbusters. They pour their heart and souls into the books but it’s not going to appeal to everyone or even get seen by that many to appeal to. So despite that human element they may match the draw and profit earning of a meh AI written book. As a publisher you may have taken a chance before on the human author in the hopes that they hit a decent niche or they may develop a good selling book maybe with their next book or third, whatever. It was an investment. Now those investments are harder to pay out and therefore riskier. You aren’t going to take as many risks. This is bad for authors as now its harder not only to get seen but to get anyone to even put you out there to be seen. And if you self publish you’re fighting to be seen in the sea of books and you’re fighting on your own without the reputation of a publisher behind you. And you also have to get through the gatekeepers who can be problematic as well.

I think AI will make it’s way more and more into publishing as a whole yet I hope it won’t take it over completely. I don’t think it will. Will it bring down the level of published works and publishing in general? Possibly. Some would say the Internet did that. And there could be an argument made for that case. However, the diversity of visible work has increased. And the top works are still top level. Art in publishing has not disappeared, nor has literary merit suffered catastrophically. So AI is not necessarily the computer generated death knell that some have made it out to be. However, there is a reason for diligence and to be on alert. Artificial Intelligence when used for published works is to be used as a tool. A crutch for some but for others more of an exoskeleton used to enhance their own power to create with more ease and freedom. For it is not often the tool but the hand behind it that determines the outcome. Behind that hand is intent, talent, knowledge to use and wisdom for when to use. This creative soup is then expressed through the use of a tool or tools. So what soup will AI allow us to create? Poisoned toadstool borscht or nourishing chicken noodle AI.


Have you signed up for my newsletter? Go ahead and do it now. Here Don’t miss anything new that comes up on The AuthorStew webpage.

or

Follow the page. You are going to follow me? Right? :^)

Pussy Willow

Photo by Ciocan Ciprian on Unsplash
Pussy willow weep for me
Let your leaves drip sweet dew
Wet my head as I rest under your limbs

Lush pussy shade me
From the burning heat
That causes sweat to cover
My exposed skin
You bring sweet relief

My hands run across your petal leafs
My cheek rest on the moss
That climbs your trunk from the delta below
I inhale the familiar scent of the pussy willow
Causing my heart to leap