In the continuation of “A Man’s World Interview Month” Don Abdul joins The AfterDark World for an interview about his latest work. He is the master of ménage stories, and we are pleased to have him around.
1. Mr. Abdul, what a pleasure to have you on, and thank you for taking the time out, and please why don’t tell us a little bit about yourself?
I am Don Abdul, an easy going 42 year old man of many interesting parts. I enjoy being a single dad to two young boys.
2. How long have you been writing and when did you decide writing this genre was for you?
I actually started writing back in junior high school. Back then I wrote mostly poetry about the wonders of nature all around me from the perspective of a small town lad. Then in senior high school the subject changed to the joys and heartaches of boy-girl relationships (you didn’t think I could be that romantic uh? LOL).
I was also a contributor and later associate editor of my high school newsletter. I started writing erotic fiction in 2005 after I read a few stories in a Yahoo Groups that I considered quite below par and I thought, readers deserved so much better. My first ever erotic story was Naughty Professor which was based partly on my own real life experience with a young female professor back in college.
The encouraging feedback that I got, prompted me to write more stories and I’ve never looked back since.
Well Ray, I’ve been asked this same question several times over the years. It is true the industry is dominated by women, and they are understandably better at expressing the emotional intricacies of the romance dynamics than most male writers. The flipside of the coin however is the fact that women are also the largest demographic when it comes to readers of erotic fiction, these wonderful women are every bit as curious and fascinated with the workings of a man’s mind as we are with theirs. So I believe that the genre is wide enough to allow authors of all sexes, orientation and other definition to find their niche and make an impact. There is also the fact that a great story is a delight to read regardless of the gender of the author. With these facts in mind I see the pressure for what it is, “it comes with the territory”.
How do I explain what I write to others, that’s a good one. LOL
Well I favor letting others read my stories and feel the heat, the drama, and the total experience for themselves. In my experience that is quite often enough to explain why I write what I do. Beyond that I’d say I write what I do because it allows me the freedom to creatively express such wonderful feelings and fantasies, mine and my reader’s as well.
4. How does your family and friends feel about your work?
I was born and raised in a small town in Nigeria, where the townsfolk would probably want to lynch me for writing such daring erotic fiction as I now do (Laughs). As for my family, the jury is split; some see it as a free expression of my creative energy, while others perceive it as an immoral pursuit. You tell me which author does not have a similar story to tell. LOL
At the end of the day I appreciate those who support my writing, and the others would just have to decide to attend my book launch… or not.
5. Is there a particular genre you haven’t touched, but would be interested in doing?
Yes, there are two actually, and they are Science fiction and crime drama.
6. Tell us about your current book Reluctant Slave?
It is a story about Nimah Washington, a sexy 26 year old African American executive who finds a rude and audacious note from a Dominant stranger in her office. Flustered by the breach of her private space, she is determined to find and punish the intruder.
In order to discover the Phantom’s true identity, she plays along with the kinky mind games and pretends to submits to the Phantom. The journey which is filled with suspense and excitement inadvertently awakens her hidden submissive desire.
Will she give in to her kinky submissive desire, or will her strength and self confidence get in the way?
Although in the end she succeeds in unmasking the culprit, the suspense and drama that precede the discovery make this a compelling read any day.
A Reluctant Slave is the most enjoyable book I’ve written so far. I had to take several long breaks to take care of some very intense personal matters while writing it *winks*
7. What inspired you to write your book Reluctant Slave?
The story was inspired by a real life event involving a bitchy new boss; her work colleagues, and the dark secrets she hid beneath her prim and proper exterior.
8. Do you have any upcoming projects that you wish to share?
I have several projects in the works, but the one I would like to share now is Driven by Desire the first ebook of a trilogy under my other pen name Tyrese Jordan. It is an exclusive release by my publishers Fiction4All.com, who have the exclusive deal to release all Tyrese Jordan ebooks.
The Manuscript has been accepted for publishing and should be released in the next few weeks.
Driven by Desire
Tyrese Jordan ©2012
Prim and proper business executive Paige Devereaux has a secret. Even though she’s happily married to her college sweetheart, the gorgeous 44 year old socialite has never been a ‘one man woman’. The series follows her lusty adventures as she employs crafty mind games to snare her prey into scratching her insatiable itch.
In this first installment of the series, Paige is driven by her wanton desire to bait, and then seduce her handsome Egyptian born Chauffeur into playing the role of her reluctant plaything in an awesome power exchange fuck fest that leaves her happy and wanting even more.
9. What was one of the toughest projects you have ever faced, but was proud of the accomplishment?
That would be Taboo Sex Run Wild, my first published ebook. It was tough getting it published back then in 2010. After it was rejected a couple of times, I was fortunate to find a publisher who wrote me a personal email on how I needed to modify the storyline to suit the publishers policy of not publishing incest stories, and yet keep the storyline intact. After a few drafts, substituting a few words in the end, both the publisher and I were happy, the book got published and the rest as they say is history. LOL
Sadly it was the card payment company (financial services gnomes) that was emasculating the freedom of expression, as they are still doing today.
10. What advice would you give to other writers, especially to those starting out?
My advice comes in one word, FOCUS.
You know take that as an acronym and you’d see what I mean
F = Follow
O = One
C = Course (writing)
U = Until
S = Successful
11. Lastly, where can people follow you (i.e. social networks, blogs, websites, etc.)?
Face book: http://www.facebook.com/donabdulx
Time for some trivial questions...
12. Cocktail Moment: If there was a drink of your kind, what would it be (alcoholic or non-alcoholic)?
Non-alcoholic and yet it would blow your mind…. It’ll probably be named Wet Panties *winks*
13. Your Day Off: If you could take a day off from your normal activity, how would you spend it?
Seriously, I would love to spend it playing/re-enacting the role of the Phantom in A Reluctant Slave *Winks*
A quiet late night picnic on a quiet, private spot by the lake afterwards would be such a blast. A Perfect way to round off my day off work, don’t you think? LOL
14. Favorite Man Food: It’s your day off and you wake up at 10AM, describe your kind of brunch?
Something very light, fruit salad would be perfect for me.
Mr. Abdul, I had an awesome time interviewing you and I hope to see you on here again. Thank you so much!
Thanks for having me over Ray, it’s been a blast.
It had been three months since she had been at her job, and despite having no-one special in her life at the moment, Nimah had stayed true to her principle of not sleeping with her work colleagues so far. In the case of her handsome EA however, that resolve was tested every now and then. At those times she would mentally chant the mantra 'don't shit where you eat' over and over again until the worst had passed.
It was a neat small white envelope with her name neatly typed in Edwardian script. She thought it was rather strange and her curiosity was instantly piqued; 'Who could it be from and what was it all about?' she wondered as she slit the envelope open with the beautiful sterling silver letter opener her father had given her last Christmas.
She unfolded the thick clean paper to read the message typed in the same font as the address on the envelope. "I have been watching you, day and night. I know you even better than you know yourself. By the time I'm done with you, you will belong to me."
Nimah paused, and looked around cocking her ear as if expecting to hear something that would explain what she had just read. She instinctively began to push back her chair to get to her feet, ready to charge and hold someone responsible for this affront on her personal security.
The words that struck fear into her heart were: "…I have been watching you day and night." With that fear however came a different kind of excitement, one she hadn't felt in a long time. She sat back down and continued reading the letter.
Her heart was racing and her pussy was getting moist as she read on:
"Within the hour you shall receive further instructions, tasks shall be assigned to you and if those tasks are not completed, and on time too, there will be consequences.
"We both know that you will do as you're told. You like this, you need this, and I bet your panties are getting wet by now too. Just remember, if you do not comply, there will be consequences."
Nimah was furious as she no longer found any of the unfolding drama funny. She reached for her phone to call security, but then she stopped. 'And what or whom shall I be reporting exactly,' she wondered. She realized she had nothing to go on, and in a highly competitive corporate environment like the one in which she worked, she daren't run the risk of being called crazy. She decided to lay an elaborate trap for whoever was behind the letter and when she had uncovered their identity, she would report them to the police.
As she settled down however she discovered that while she was angry at the perpetrator of the obnoxious intrusion into her life, her body had betrayed her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Her nipples stiffened and her skin was covered in goose bumps. Her pussy was tingling and her panties soaked at that moment. Whoever it was that wrote that note knew her quite well; the big question was who wrote it. She wondered.
Nimah was embarrassed, even a little scared that this mystery person knew her well kept secret. It was a combination of emotions that thrilled her in ways she hadn't felt for quite a while. 'Whoever the mystery person is, I've got to find them and make an example of them to deter any others from putting their nose in my business,' she resolved, as she awaited their next message.
After a futile attempt to concentrate on her work and put the mystery note behind her, Nimah finally gave up and set about an attempt to unravel the identity of her mystery note writer. She figured that the person who sent her the note probably worked in the same firm as she did since the envelope had no post mark on it, meaning it was an internal mail. That narrowed it down to at least 20 odd men. That was a great start as she could narrow the number down even further. Of those forty men, there were only about five who could remotely be considered familiar enough with her to even dream of attempting anything as brazen as that.
The first one of course would be 34 year-old Jordan Chestnut, a cocky black attorney from Legal Department. He was definitely a dream catch for any woman, and as a brotha, Nimah sometimes thought of him as a potential husband but only if that was what she was looking for. Counting against him of course was the fact that he was the resident player. He had bedded every available woman who would fall for his charms and smooth manner. Whereas Nimah didn't care for his brand of charm, she had to admit that he was quite attractive, and the rumored size of his package made her sometimes think of fucking him just for fun. She, however, dropped Jordan as a likely author of the note. It just wasn't his style.
'Could it be Harry Prescott?' she wondered. He was a ruggedly handsome 50 year-old married British expatriate that she sometimes fantasized about. She loved his broad grin and the easy mature air about him. He was a classic gentleman, very polite, yet discretely flirtatious. If she was going to sleep with a mature man he certainly would be a candidate. Prescott seemed to be quite happily married however, and that ruled him out also as a likely candidate.
Seth Bullworth, a 29 year old avid golfer was more interested in power lunches and activation of the old boy Ivy League networks to close deals than he was in the intricacies of a power exchange relationship. So he too was ruled out.
Dick Xavier was a 40 year old power bike buff, and by far the most likely candidate,
but she ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official trip abroad.
but she ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official trip abroad.
The final name on her mental list was Jack Bradshaw, her own executive assistant. 'Mmmm...' she thought wishing it was he who had sent her the note. 'Could it possibly be him?' she wondered. He wasn't at work that day and even if he was she doubted he was the sort of man to be interested in such things.
He had ignored her every attempt to stoke his fires for the past six months. She had flirted with him, tried to piss him off with her arrogance, but he had ignored all efforts to push his buttons. Through it all, he had remained very professional, and painfully polite. He often left her feeling both super turned-on and mighty pissed off all at once.
He probably didn't realize the great power potential he had about him. He was the kind of man to whom she would submit any day, no questions asked. Just as she was about to close the book on her attempts to unmask her mystery man, a thought occurred to her. 'Why did it have to be a man?'
Her mind immediately went to Candace Kennedy. Candace was a slightly older friend and colleague, a fellow VP with whom she frequently played tennis and had drinks. They had casually chatted about their mutual love of rough sex and issues of control. The pieces seemed to be falling into place. Candace knew Nimah's lust for a dominant sex partner, and being a colleague she had easy access the internal mail system….