Here’s what award-winning author Donna George Storey wrote about my transgressive erotic romance, Miranda’s Masks:
Truly a buffet of pleasures, with something for everyone. There's the enjoyment of piecing together the mirroring, multi-layered narratives. Historical and literary echoes provide extra spice for the careful reader—in particular Shakespeare fans might enjoy the parallels to Miranda in The Tempest—all sweetened with abundant humor and clever feminist twists. Always you'll find masterful prose in sizzling erotic scenes that offer flavors to please any palate. And last but not least, the novel will change your view of the world in surprising ways. ~ Donna George Storey, the Erotica Readers & Writers Association
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She
stopped. She knew that it was enough. Turning from his
leather-scarred form, she handed the flogger back to Mistress Carla.
The dominatrix smiled approvingly.
“You
have done well,” she said. “Both of you. And you deserve your
rewards. Remove your dress.”
Under
the weight of those emerald eyes, Miranda obeyed without thinking. A
collective sigh escaped the audience at the sight of her taut, rosy
nipples. She stood at attention before Carla.
“Those
panties, too.” The Domme stroked one finger between Miranda’s
thighs, making her squirm. “I imagine that they’re quite
uncomfortable, being so wet.”
Miranda
pushed the elastic down over her hips and stepped out of the sopping
garment. Without modesty, she stood naked before the assembly,
awaiting the Mistress’ next instructions.
“You
are quite lovely,” remarked Carla. “A slave like you would be a
fine adornment to my household.” Miranda blushed with delight.
The
statuesque dominatrix flipped the turntable switch. The turntable
rotated 90 degrees, until the man was oriented sideways with respect
to the audience, his erection silhouetted against the red velvet
curtains at the back of the stage. Carla unfastened the shackles on
his ankles, then loosened his wrist bonds and fastened them lower
down on the columns. She also removed his gag.
“Now,
little one, on your knees.” A bit awkwardly, the young man obeyed.
His penis jutted upwards, straining toward the ceiling.
“Come
here, little slut.” Miranda realized that Carla was speaking to
her. She had been almost hypnotized by the swaying of the man’s
penis. She obeyed as quickly as she could.
“Straddle
him, open yourself, and take him inside you. But I warn you, do not
move! If either of you comes before I give permission, you will be
very sorry indeed.”
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