WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE CRYPT OF MORBIUS. A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING GOES AND NOTHING LEGAL IS OFF LIMITS.
ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU LEAVE YOUR INHIBITIONS (AND CLOTHES IF YOU SO DESIRE) AT THE DOOR, STEP INSIDE AND ENJOY THE MANY WONDERFUL SIGHTS, GUARDED BY THE DARKEST OF SOULS, HELD WITHIN
First of all I would
just like to say welcome to The Crypt and thank you for stopping by today.
BL: TY Julez. Happy to be here. This place
looks mighty cozy.
So why don’t
you introduce yourself to my creatures of the night and tell us a little about
BL: Well, I’m BLMorticia, I’m the Bad Girl Muse
from the head of Sharita Lira. I, along with Michael Mandrake and Rawiya drive
this woman crazy with new stories about love, struggles, sacrifice, etc. We
love it and so does she. Currently, I’m published with Naughty Nights Press and
Rebel Ink Press. I write the hot tales with snark.
When did you first
begin to write? Was there a specific moment or did something happen to make you
think ‘I could be a writer’?
BL: I’m the oldest muse of the Sharita
personalities. We’ve been together since she was 19 so ever since, she’s wrote
stories on and off, some fanfiction and erotica. Professionally only about a
year and a half. I believe the “aha” moment for her was when she continued to
get the urges from her friends and peers to go on and try publishing. Also, an
editor contacting her about one of her old tales posted on a free site made her
decided that she could do this.
What are you currently
working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or
BL: Well, I’m the busiest muse these days.
Michael is finally taking a break and Rawiya is always so nice to wait her turn
which will be coming up shortly. We’re finishing edits on the first book in the
NNP series, Something Ne on The Menu. We’re working on a femdom story
tentatively called The Desire to Be in Control and a gay cowboy, Taming Wild
Horses which I inherited from Michael.
Synopsis of Taming- Dolby Tate, the child of millionaire, Robert Tate owns a ranch that
was purchased for him in the heart of Dallas Texas. His father left it to him
in the will. His lover, Duncan Moorley is the descendant to Dolby’s friend Sid
Moorley. His has been with Dolby for the better part of ten years, even through
Dolby’s accident when he was through off a horse and paralyzed from the waist
his own misfortunes, Dolby would like Duncan to learn to ride a horse for a
local riding trophy. He goes so far as to hire an instructor by the name of
Anders Withsby who is not only a teacher but a thief. Anders accepts the job as
his teacher but with the mindset to do whatever he can to swindle the
kindhearted Dolby out of his money.
Anders becomes infatuated with the couple and allows his feelings to cloud his
better judgment. Barton Talbot, his lover comes from the south and has been
waiting on Anders call to come help him collect, not aware that Anders has
fallen for Tate and Moorley.
Where do you draw your
inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?
BL: For all it’s usually the music I listen to
and pics I find on the net. Also headlines in newspapers, real life situations,
basically everything that Sharita feeds her brain with might inspire something
in a story.
Is there one particular
genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if
BL: At the moment, for all the muses, Sharita
is more comfortable writing m/m. Michael and I have done a little hetero and
Rawiya does MMF but for the most part, gay stories make all of us happy. I
don’t think there’s anything we wouldn’t do. I see myself, especially doing f/f
and transgender someday as well.
If you weren’t a
writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?
BL: Since I’m a muse, I suppose I’d be
travelling with a rock band and being a groupie. *grins*
If you could become a
member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would
BL: Ooh good question! I’d go fuck around with
Sharita’s ex boyfriend. *giggles* Then I would find the nearest gay bar and
have some gratuitous sex.
creature/being do you like the most?
BL: Vampires of course. A creature that bites
and sucks to stay alive. What could be more fun than that!
If you could be your
favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?
BL: See the opposite sex question.
What scares you the
BL: Snakes and Mice. YUCK!
BL: Does this include porn? If not, I know
Sharita would say Breakfast Club. *winks* Mine, being the muse, is porn film,
Focus/Refocus Gay Porn Noir.
Worst film you have
BL: Hmm, Sharita might say Wanted with Angelina
Jolie which was a big disappointment cause were big fans of hers.
BL: Oh I can’t pick just one. My fave of the
year right now is Morning Report by Sue Brown. That’s Sharita’s too!
When you go shopping
what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?
BL: Liquor. Oh you mean like shopping for
things, like clothes? Um, leggings and lacy undies and bras along with the
Going back to
favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words
BL: Seriously? You’re going to make me think?
Okay, let’s use John Bender who was played by Judd
Nelson and Andrew Clark who was played by Emilo Estevez.
“John...ohh shit!” Andrew held onto John’s head
as he pleasured him from down below. The feeling of his slim lips on his
hardened cock drove him wild. He ran one hands through John’s straight locks,
twirling them between his fingers while the other made red marks on John’s pale
John responded with incessant licks and light
nibbles on his shaft and balls. Bender knew just how much he wanted the jock to
fuck his silly. He’d dreamt about it for weeks and now was their chance. Forget
that he might like to have Claire later on. This was his first taste of man
sex. No one cared about him anyway, especially his old man who beat him night
He needed love, real emotion, and sex with a
guy as he’d desired. Only Andrew could give that to him.
And finally, just for
a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you
want etched on your tombstone ?
BL: *giggles* Well We don’t believe in burial,
we’d be cremated but if so, “Here lies a woman who had 3 different
personalities and embraced each one as part of herself without seeing a
BL is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and
Something Fresh Served Hot will be due out in November. She writes bi weekly
for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and
a column twice a month on Blak
Ellerby's apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn't like the fact
Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of
obscenities, Nathan's shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door
claiming he's already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when
Nathan finds out Bryant's divorced and he's straddling the fence between being
gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.
the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he's worthy,
Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if
Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.
very tall, dark, and handsome bald headed man was standing there with a pearly
listen, I caught the guys that went through your things.” He smiled and nodded.
I opened up the door slowly only to lock eyes with the most, gorgeous man I’d
ever laid eyes on.
Hemoistened his lips. “Hey, I’m new to the
building. My name’s Bryant Duncan.” He put out his hand.
A black Irishman?
it. His hands were warm but kind of rough just the way I like them. That
moment, his skin on top of mine sent heat to my groin. I took a whiff of his
cologne. “Nice to meet you, Mr…”
me Bryant, please,” he interrupted me. “Like I was sayin’, I saw the bastards
going through your place. When they saw me, they tried to get away but, I
called the cops once I got the building security to come up and help detain
Holy shit, my hero…
didn’t have to.” I was completely impressed that he cared enough to put his
life on the line.
stood silent a minute.
The cop came up behind me. “Okay sir, I need you to come down to the station
and give a statement. If you could meet me downstairs.” Thiesmann adjusted his
belt. “Mr. Duncan, nice work and um, Mr…”
Nathan Ellerby.” I offered my hand.
cop took my hand lightly. “Mr. Ellerby, don’t be too long okay?”
walked back through the door and struggled to crawl under the tape. When I saw
that I wanted to laugh but I had more important matters in front of me.
gazed at him.
sorry, and you said your name was…” Bryant raised an eyebrow.
shit, erm.” I cleared my throat, noticing our hands were still locked together.
“Nathan, Nathan Ellerby.”
gripped each other’s palm tightly. “Good to meet you, Nathan.” He released my
hand and my gaze then reached into his back pocket of his loose, fitting jeans.
couldn’t help but follow his arms. They were so big, muscular. I could imagine
them cradling me during the night.
we go. My number just in case you need me for anything,” he grinned.
took the piece of paper, still gawking at those lovely brown eyes. I tried to
keep myself from drooling. “Man, I don’t know how to thank you.”
waved his hand, smiling. “No problem, man. I live right down the hall. I just
happened to be on my way out to run some errands.”
I leaned against the door frame. Suddenly, the robbery seemed less important.
those fools were doing it in the middle of the afternoon.”
I licked my lips, looking away for a moment. I wanted to continue talking to
Bryant, but Thiesmann was waiting on me. “Listen, umm, again, I don’t know how
to thank you for what you’ve done. It was very brave of you.”
smiled, “Like I said, no biggie.” He put his hands together and rubbed them
time my eyes didn’t follow. I tried to think of something else to say to keep
his attention. “I, um…I need to figure out a way to repay you for this. Maybe,
I could take you out to dinner or something?”
grinned, nodding. “Yeah, maybe we can have a bite to eat. If you need my
statements or anything, make sure you
use that card and give me a call,” he said before disappearing back down the
“Thanks so much, Bryant. I’ll be calling you
to setup that dinner.”
He backed away. “See ya, Nathan.”
I said, watching his cute backside make its way down to apartment 17D. “Shii…”
I mouthed to myself after I closed my door, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The
man was my hero, in the span of five minutes I was in love.
Thank goodness for petty crime!
So yet again another tasty victim has been devoured and it is time to go in search of fresh blood. This is Julez S. Morbius saying remember to keep your necks clean, you never know when I'll come calling.