Today marks the start of a new feature here at Beyond Romance. One Sunday a month, I plan to devote my blog to a specific charity or cause. I’ll talk a bit about the charity I’m supporting, plus give you links to find out more. Then I’ll give you a sexy excerpt. (I am, after all, an erotic author!) You’re invited to comment on the excerpt or the post.
For every comment I receive, I will donate one dollar to the specified charity.
I’m beginning what I hope will become a long tradition with a cause that has personal resonance: Spinal Muscular Atrophy or SMA. You may never heard of this moderately rare genetic disease. Certainly I hadn’t—until a cousin of mine was born with it.
SMA is caused by a genetically determined inability to manufacture a protein that supports the survival of motor neurons in the spinal cord. This means that the nerves degenerate, leaving the individual unable to stand, to move, and sometimes unable to breathe. The earlier the onset of the disease, the more likely it is to be fatal. My cousin Danny (not his real name) was recognized as an SMA sufferer when he was only a few months old.
Fortunately, Danny’s parents were able to get him into an experimental trial of a new drug that has shown some effectiveness in reducing the impact of the disease. Last week, Danny celebrated his second birthday, a major milestone since most SMA babies die within their first year of life. He’s doing really well, though he probably will never lead a normal life. His progress is at least partly due to an organization called FightSMA. FightSMA.org was founded by SMA parents to raise awareness of the disease, advocate for new research, and disseminate information to families.
Because SMA has touched my own family, I’ll double my contribution today. Every comment you leave means $2 for FightSMA. I hope you’ll visit their site, too. The more people who are informed about this disease, the more attention will be directed to beating it.
And speaking of beating... how about a sexy BDSM excerpt from my most recent erotic romance, to spice up your Sunday?
“What are you looking for, Sir?” she asked finally.
“Lube,” he replied, unexpectedly close to her ear. “And this.”
He dangled a cylinder of purple silicone in front of her face. The object had a tapered tip and a flared base. “I hid it away so my cleaning lady wouldn’t find it.”
“A butt plug?” Though Mister B had frequently inserted plugs and other objects into her anus, she’d never expected to see one in the hands of her mild-mannered agent.
“One toy I thought I should invest in, after our interlude at the hotel. Endorsed by E.L.James herself!” He snickered as he squirted some lubricant into his palm. “Spread your legs, Pet. Wider.”
“Daniel…oh!” His nimble fingers smeared the slippery gel over the tight whorl protecting her rear hole, then pushed inside. Exquisite sensation coursed through her. Her infernal previous master had trained her well. She knew exactly how to relax the ring of muscle to allow penetration.
Dan pressed the slick tip of the plug an inch or so into her ass. “Does that hurt?” he asked. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh, no, Sir. You’re doing fine. Just push. Push harder—oh!” The bulbous object popped through the gateway to settle in her rectum. The pressure built, lovely and dangerous. She never got used to the sweet, dirty feeling of having her ass filled.
Daniel stood back to admire his work. “God, you look so hot! Tied and plugged, ready to be beaten…it’s better than every wet dream I’ve ever had.”
“Well, Sir,” Wendy murmured, knowing she was once again treading the thin line between obedience and brattiness, but too overwhelmed to care. “Then why don’t you beat me?”
The swoosh of the belt through the air answered her. Hard-edged leather bit into her flesh, making her gasp. “Oh…” she whimpered. “Oh, Sir!”
He brought the strap down upon her other cheek, leaving a searing trail in its wake. Fire streaked from there to her sex. She sucked air into her lungs and clenched down on the plug, triggering waves of terrible bliss. The belt landed on a new, untouched area of her ass, like a tongue of flame. With each blow the pain surged, and her clit pulsed in synchrony.
She welcomed the pain, reveled in it. She would have endured it gratefully, even if it had not been accompanied by pleasure. As it was, every stinging kiss that Daniel delivered amplified her arousal. Her empty channel tensed and quivered, spilling juices down the inside of her spread thighs. Her Master could see it all, of course—the livid streaks that laddered her ass, her glistening lower lips, her swollen clit, the fat purple mass embedded in her butthole. Once again, she had the dizzying sense of picking up on his thoughts. She knew she was fulfilling fantasies he’d never shared with anyone. That knowledge was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
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