David Russell Novelist

SEDUCTION
David Russell

He, muscles taut, off springboard thrust Resilient in buoyancy,

Slow sweep to surface, breathe.

She, lithe, with back-stroke rippling, Firm breasts cresting mild waves,
Thighs, ankles, near-straight, undulating,
Her back held spirit level,
Plane ideal Eyes closed and face serene in sensual thrall.

All there was foretaste, nuance,
All chaste – the changing rooms demure.

2.

Warm evening’s loose allure drew both
To unintended rendezvous,
A mutual friend’s, both wished to stay away.

The place had room enough; their glances met -
Under two spells, all garments turned diaphanous;
Morning’s disrobing kindled thoughts,
Fed impulses, hands touched.

One soft-shut door the cue;
Now lips met eyelids, cheeks, each other, clinched.

Her hand pressed on his crown, massaged
Through long-held breath; Tongues, lips were coiled, half-melted;
Squeeze of waist, they sank To tender press of thigh, of hips,
Drew back face to face, eyes’ pools immersed:

“You’re fleshed just right; a young girl’s form;
Would you undress?”

“I saw you in your trunks; you’re lovely; stay with me.”

3.

Brief promenade, waists linked again,
Fast heartbeats deepened footsteps with suspense;

A whispered, tiptoed entry.

Pause for bathroom, care assuaged;
Last clothed embrace.

Heady the quivering ritual!
Each other answering,
Matching that morning’s
graceful bathing strokes
Each touch of shedding nurturing the fires,
Each pull of buckle, lace, so lissom
In counterpoint with one soft lamp.

Aglow, with ardent youth restored,
Deep torso, shapely limbs
Emerge as sunrise, sunbathed, fresh;
Full muscles toned by swimming’s lathe,
Crescendo’s throbbing, Two beauties, one revealing,
Beholder and Beheld!

She, supple, haunches swung, Tights loosened, Down wardrobe obstacles!

He seized waistband elastic, swept
To open freedom, took the hand
That edged towards her bosom, up her arms
To ratify surrender, clip; asunder,
The final black cascade.

Flesh, bone and muscle interlocked
Shoulder to shoulder raised, clutched,
Borne to couch;
Breasts, armpits, cupped caress
Of tender skin over those thrusting orbs.

Now passion’s tide makes each wave overlap;
Slow motion’s generation;
Two sighs, one lunge, a soft rotation;
Slowing, near-stop; resume, deepening breath
Floating four full diminuendos.

A moment of near sleep; Sure premonition of fulfillment;

Now second wind’s tornado
Sweeps through exhaustion’s trough
With power of ether’s depth beyond their bodies;
The sluice-gates yield; one mighty flood In fusion melts volcanoes!

Brief satiation’s lull, unveiling heavens;
With dawn’s beams, morning replay,
Enhanced in fulness;
Two strengths, by first flames tempered,
With delicacy pure plumbed ocean’s beds.

4.

In dressing gowns, warm-robed, unrobed again
To plunge into the other end
Of water’s hot communion, splashing laughter.

A placid walk through petaled glades,
More smiles, more kisses;
Then wistful looks, and hints of jealousies,
And thoughts, as if to say
“Let’s not detract from this perfection”.

At length, fond waves and distances

David Russell

Lovers Undress

The above poem has been published in the Forward Press Poetry Rivals Collection 2010: Words from Within; ISBN: 978-1-84418-543-6

My Dream of Madonna - Review

My Dream of Madonna/An Ecstatic Rendezvous is actually two short stories written by author, David Russell.
The first story, My Dream of Madonna is about a dream the character had about his desire to be a sex object for Madonna - the pop singer. The story overall is a little weird but does have some sensual elements. The author's use of description in this story clearly shows that the story is a complete fantasy as it sometimes did not make sense and appeared very unrealistic. I understood the use of references to songs by Madonna and even flamboyant scenes that appeared to act out scenes from her videos, but it sometimes made this story a little off-balanced.

The second story, An Ecstatic Rendezvous was actually more enjoyable and had more sensual elements. It was about a very handsome but shy man who yearned to have a one night stand with a sexy woman. One day he decided to step out of his comfort zone and gained enough courage to ask a girl out. Their sexual encounter was interesting. I liked the imagination that flowed with this story. It showed how he overcame his shyness to live out his fantasy for at least one time.

Overall, both stories were "non-traditional" in terms of each story line, and sometimes appeared a little exaggerated as it seemed that both stories explore a man's fantasy about being intimate with a special female lover. What I liked about both stories is that is shows how fantasies and dreams can sometimes be ambiguous and unclear but can make sense at the same time.

This ebook would be an interesting read for someone who is looking for something different.

My Dream of Madonna - Extract

My Dream of Madonna

I was tossing and turning, half-dreaming my way into wakefulness. The telephone rang. Before it had finished its third ring, I picked up the receiver.

"Hello honey, you got through."

I sensed the voice with an ethereal shudder. It was hers and no other's. It must have been that chain letter, or that very special message on the Contact Line. "We've got to meet. Midnight at the Imperial Palace. Look your best; be your

best."

So it was all going to happen, Madonna would approve me, fulfill me. I was all atremble. I hurriedly shaved, showered and dressed. I looked intellectually smart-casual in dark brown cords? What the hell? Whatever fashion I chose, Madonna was sure to do some really imaginative permutations.

I went down to the vestibule, meaning to call a cab. There, waiting for me, were her bodyguards

 —about five foot eight. They were wearing white silk robes with pink sashes. They beckoned me to kneel at the altar, and then to stand. The lights dimmed. Then, from the rear, Madonna entered. She looked exquisite in a purple velvet ball gown, glittering with a handful of jewels flashing all the colors of the rainbow, revealing her shoulders, so wonderfully toned by all that sensual exercise. Her hair was now black and straight, her complexion fresh, without make-up. She stood between the two rows of girls, and then she smiled at me. "You're looking great," shesaid, "I must see more."

"Hi! We've come to collect you. This is your honor and ours."They ushered me into a plush Chevrolet. The engine purred. The upholstery was resilient and pliant, in time, in tune with my quivering anticipation. I was going to be a

sex-object for Madonna.

The cathedral's columns tapered into the infinite darkness, like seductive limbs in erotic dress. The bodyguards motioned me to go in, then turned and left. The interior was swathed in a dim red light. I could hear the dulcet, ethereal sounds of

a choir. But no singers were to be seen. I looked ahead. I was obviously in the chamber of state, where the emperor made his proclamations. There, in two lines, were twelve beautiful girls, all the same height

—tall, coffee-colored, muscular hunks, perfect role-models for my workouts.

Therapy Rapture

Product Description

Ever had secret thoughts about a counsellor? Fitness trainer? Ever put two and two together? Therapy Rapture does just that, skillfully blurring the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

The accompanying poems deal with aspects of romantic sensuality, with some emphasis on the aesthetics of disrobing and the relation between swimming and sex. They have been featured in several anthologies produced by Forward Press in the UK, and three of them, ''Bathing Girl'', ''Beach Girl'', and ''Lovers Undress'', are on the internet. The story, the poems, the illustrations set out to explore the erotic with delicacy, refinement, and sensitivity.

About the Author

Born 12 June 1940 and living in West London, UK, David is a writer in all genres, including poetry, fiction, and criticism, and he is a guitarist and singer-songwriter. Some of David's erotic poems have been featured in anthologies produced by Forward Press. He has a collection of poetry and prose entitled Prickling Counterpoints, that has been published in many magazines. He has written two novellas: High Wired On (speculative fiction) and Self's Blossom (romance). The latter, together with the short story Explorations, have been published by Silk's Vault. His albums include Bricolage (Hangman Records, 1992) and Bacteria Shrapnel (Posterity Recordings, 1997).

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Product Details Paperback: 46 pages Publisher: Dorrance Publishing (July 1, 2009) Language: English ISBN-10: 1434992160 ISBN-13: 978-1434992161 Product Dimensions: 8.8 x 5.7 x 0.5 inches

He has a desire for the right woman to spend some time with, enjoying each others company. A romantic interlude that would lead to that one fabulous encounter bringing complete ecstasy.
Rowena is a therapist who has endured a repressed childhood. She loves dressing up and feels that the clothes have a way of caressing her body. She wants him to open up his mind to his dreams.
He beings to ache for his therapist, Rowena. He finds her dark, sultry and somewhat reserved. He finds hard professional women sexy, and she happens to be just the one that he believes could bring out that strong urge that he needs to release. Rowena wants him to incorporate his dreams into a healing process. She is able to help him release his inner self as the two have some romantic interludes that lead to total satisfaction. By giving into what their hearts and mind desires, they are able to find that one medium that captures their souls. After everything is over, will they be able to face the world positively?
Therapy Rapture is a thought-provoking book. I found it a deep fantasy of sorts, with direct frankness throughout the story. It was interesting reading how the mind viewed certain aspects while acting upon them. I have to say the sketches are very nicely done indeed, and the way they are sketched, the reader can get a feel for the story while viewing the pictures. With some poetry enclosed, the reader can certainly get an expression of David Russell's writing. The incorporation of the poems and the drawings, that accommodate the story, make it an interesting read. I found it fascinating how the male character allowed his mind to view the aspects that surrounded his life.
Cherokee
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
He has a desire for the right woman to spend some time with, enjoying each others company. A romantic interlude that would lead to that one fabulous encounter bringing complete ecstasy.
Rowena is a therapist who has endured a repressed childhood. She loves dressing up and feels that the clothes have a way of caressing her body. She wants him to open up his mind to his dreams.
He beings to ache for his therapist, Rowena. He finds her dark, sultry and somewhat reserved. He finds hard professional women sexy, and she happens to be just the one that he believes could bring out that strong urge that he needs to release. Rowena wants him to incorporate his dreams into a healing process. She is able to help him release his inner self as the two have some romantic interludes that lead to total satisfaction. By giving into what their hearts and mind desires, they are able to find that one medium that captures their souls. After everything is over, will they be able to face the world positively?
Therapy Rapture is a thought-provoking book. I found it a deep fantasy of sorts, with direct frankness throughout the story. It was interesting reading how the mind viewed certain aspects while acting upon them. I have to say the sketches are very nicely done indeed, and the way they are sketched, the reader can get a feel for the story while viewing the pictures. With some poetry enclosed, the reader can certainly get an expression of David Russell's writing. The incorporation of the poems and the drawings, that accommodate the story, make it an interesting read. I found it fascinating how the male character allowed his mind to view the aspects that surrounded his life.
Cherokee
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

Therapy Rapture is a very interesting book by David
Russell. The book comprises itself of various types of
abstract fantasies instilled in the story line, poems and art
featured within the book.

The story explores the boundaries of how the mind can
sometimes compromise the perception of fantasy verses
reality.

The story details the journey of one man's fantasies and
desires for his therapist and fitness trainer in an altered
reality of sometimes romantic and sometimes
compromising sexual situations.

The writing of the entire story is very poetic rather than
direct or even subtle as the author explores this man's
yearning and desperation for the attention and stimulation
of a female. The depth of the writing is intriguing and
shows aspects of refined sensitivity.

The book is a very short read. The story, as well as many
of the poems and art in the book are very abstract and
sometimes unclear. The book in total clocks in at 46
pages. Comprising of 10 pages for the story, 16 pages for
the drawings/art and the remaining pages comprised of
poetry.

There are interesting variations of drawings in what
appears to be done in pencil accompanied by poetry that
is off topic from the short story and drawings. The
drawings appear to be fantasies of different types of
romantic encounters. The poems vary in topic from the
sensitivity of love to poems that appear to be devoted to
the author's perception of the pop star Madonna in his
fantasies namely poems such as:(1) Reveal Yourself (2)
Madonna (3) Like a Prayer 2  (4) I'll Justify Your Love  -
just to name a few.

I appreciate the author's ability to explore fantasies from a
abstract perspective and romanticized view of love and
sex.

If you are one to appreciate interesting abstract fantasies,
than perhaps this is the book for you. However, if you
prefer fantasies that are more direct in it's approach, than
perhaps this may not be the book for you. The choice is
yours. Happy reading!
Reviewed by Natasha Brooks, Editor-in-Chief,
Bare Back MagazinePosted October 2009

Explorations blurb and extract

BLURB

Newly divorced and looking for interesting new experiences, Janice takes an art class with live models and the star makes her want more than a coincidental meeting.Art model, Cedric, thinks he knows the lady from somewhere when he sees her again at the pool. Body language says a lot and chance meetings lead to a desire for more. Will Janice ask Cedric over for a private modeling job and will he accept? 

EXTRACT

Could it have been her whom he had seen at the party, full-skirt, petticoat, doing that Spanish gypsy dance, her hips propelling an elevating swirl, to hint—as a foretaste, of what he had missed at the pool? Or was it she striding along the street that time in the white jumpsuit, which caressed her as he longed his body to? Like a dream she had flitted past. Now was the time to infuse a little wakefulness into that dream—but not too much. It must be at the pool they would meet again, be openly undressed and break warm water ice with bodies free. She’d see his progress, enjoy his physique in its new trim—arm, shoulder, calf and thigh muscles toned up to match her form. His black trunks would set off the other parts.

Trembling with anticipation, Cedric set off. He recalled the old adage about finding something once one had stopped consciously looking for it. His eyes drank in trees, sky, sunlight—enjoyed their immediacy…but gradually, that shape ahead grew clearer. So sunny nature was to be the setting and, like himself, did not have to stand alone. Energy suspended became energy decisive.