Friday, June 12, 2020

Desires of Every Persuasion #Erotica #Steampunk #LGBTQ

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Greetings. My name is Lisabet Sarai and I writeum—everything.

Well, that’s not strictly correct. Most of what I write concerns itself in some way or another with eroticism. My supportive but somewhat clueless brother keeps telling me I should write something “serious”, meaning, I guess, literary fiction or maybe a mystery or something. Something that doesn’t embarrass him. I suppose that I could do that, but to be honest, I don’t want to.

Desire is what interests me most, and that’s what I write about. Not sex per se. Many of my books and stories do include a fair amount of explicit sexual description. However, I’m far more concerned with the mental and emotional states of my characters in the period leading up to, as well as during (and after), any sexual encounters. I’m always pushing the envelope in this regard, experimenting with stories that are intensely erotic with little or no physical sex. In Bodies of Light, for instance, I have a threesome that involves no bodies at all! My short story “Stroke”, published in the anthology Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission, features a dominant who is half-paralyzed and bed-ridden, yet still manages to thrill his secretly submissive nurse. “Limbo”, in D&S Duos Book 4, recounts a BDSM scene played out in the astral plane by two lovers who have left their physical bodies behind.

Your mileage may vary, but for me personally, arousal begins in the mind. My tag line, “Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac”, describes my own sexuality as well as what I write.

So, I write erotica, erotic romance, speculative erotica, erotic thrillers, even erotic horror. Desire is the common message in all my work. Aside from that, my books are all over the map. I’ve written M/M erotic romance (Necessary Madness), science fiction (Bodies of Light, Quarantine), vampire erotica and erotic romance (Fire in the Blood), shifter erotica (The Eyes of Bast), steampunk (Rajasthani Moon), lesbian erotica (The Witches of Gloucester), erotic thrillers (Bangkok Noir, Exposure), and tons of my first literary love, dominance and submission.

As a result, I don’t really have a “brand”. I write what challenges me and what turns me on. That’s a very long list.

Back in 2013, I pushed my versatility to the limit when I published Rajasthani Moon. Above I referred to this book as steampunk, and it is. It is also a BDSM, ménage, shape shifter, Bollywood, Rubenesque spy story—as well as being a romance and one of the hottest things I’ve ever written. It even has a bit of F/F interaction. About the only thing missing is a homoerotic scene—and believe me, I was tempted.

I think it’s a hugely entertaining book, though it hasn’t sold well at all. Readers find it a bit bewildering, I guess. However, possibly more than anything else I’ve published, it answers the question, “What do you write?” The answer: desires of every persuasion.

Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet Sarai


Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.

Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission. When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to the rugged, arid land of the Rajputs to determine just how it has managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return to the Empire's embrace. Instead, she's taken captive by a brigand who turns out to be the ruler's half-brother Pratan and delivered into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous interloper.

Cursed before birth by Amir's jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen's hex and tries to trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the sacrifice required by the ritual – offering her body to the beast. In return, the Rajah reveals Rajasthan's amazing secret source of energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful land behind and return to constraints of her life in England?


How are you feeling, Miss Harrowsmith?

The mockery in his tone was not enough to prevent a surge of renewed lust, which she struggled to suppress.I presume thats a rhetorical question, Your Highness,she replied after a moment. God, but his eyes are hypnotic!Given that Im stark naked and trussed up like a turkey about to be roasted.

Not entirely rhetorical.The handsome Rajah circled around to inspect her from the rear.It seems to me that youre distinctly damp.With a chuckle, he swept a finger down the length of her cleft, gathering her moisture. Her inner muscles clenched as sparks struck her clit. When he smeared her juices across her bum, she wanted to sink through the floor.Based on the available evidence, Id say that being bound excites you.

Nonsense—” she began. Her attempts at a cool, sarcastic response were interrupted by the ferocious slap he landed on her arse.Ow! Oh…” The sting from his spank vanished, overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of his fingers playing in her cunny.Ohah…”

And its clear that, like many of your compatriots, you find corporal punishment arousing.

Noow! Thats ridiculousOw! Ah! Ow!

He alternated sharp blows to her buttocks with exquisite explorations of her cunt.

Fondness for punishment is one of the many intriguing cultural phenomena I encountered during my sojourn in your dank country.He circled her back hole with a slick finger, then probed gently.I suppose that being exposed to those notions at a tender age might have shaped my own predilections in that regard.

She tightened her sphincter, trying to keep him out, without success. Guilty pleasure rushed through her as he wiggled his digit just inside the entrance.Ohyouuhyou spent time in England? Ah…” Though he pulled out, the effects of his lewd touch continued to ripple through her body. Her sex gaped, hungry, dripping with excitement she couldnt hide. If only hed stop chattering and simply take her

I was schooled there. Pratan as well. My father believed in the value of knowing ones enemy.

Im notWere notoh!your enemy, Your Highness. Ow!

The Rajah had pinched one of the welts raised by his brothers whipping.Hmm. Well see. Speaking of Pratan, it looks as though he did quite a job on you yesterday. Perhaps I should refrain from inflicting any further damage on your delectable bottom at present.

Cecily bit back a moan of disappointment. She hung her head, appalled by her reaction. Her hair tumbled around her face, hiding her shame.

Fear not, sweet Cecily. I have other ideas about what to do with youequally nasty and painful, I guarantee.He gave both her butt cheeks a solid squeeze, waking echoes of her previous beatings, then moved away.

She heard a lock click on some chest or cabinet behind her. He must be seeking some new instrument of punishment or humiliation. She shuddered, from fear or anticipation, or perhaps both at once.

Where is Pratan?she ventured as the noise of his rummaging continued. At the moment, she would have felt safer in the company of the bandit.

Hesumindisposed at the moment. That is why I was delayed. Ah, here we are! Dont worry. I fully intend to share you with my brother.

Share? Each man was fearsome in his own right. But together

She pushed the thought away. Focus. Be strong.

My Lord, may I leave?

Heavens! Cecily had completely forgotten that Sarita was present, watching the entire scene. Her cheeks burnt anew.

Oh, I dont know. I thought that perhaps youd like to participate in our little games.

No, sirtruly…”

Let her go, Cecily begged silently. Please just let her go.

You dont want to put these clamps on her labia? Or work this wooden phallus into her rear hole?

This was almost too much for Cecilys all-too-vivid imagination. Her swollen clit throbbed. Her sex muscles clenched around hungry emptiness. If either of them touches me, she thought, Ill explode.

My Lord, please…” Sarita sounded desperate.

I thought I might make Miss Harrowsmith lick your cunny. Wouldnt you like that?

Oh my God, no! And yet a sidelong glance at the lovely courtesan almost sent Cecily over the edge.

I am your obedient servant, sir…” the girl began.

Amir laughed and swept Sarita into his arms once more, mollifying her with an energetic kiss.Never mind. I wont force you do something that so clearly displeases you. Not tonight, at least!

Thank you, my Lord…” Sarita pressed her lips to the back of his hand in obvious relief.I am very grateful…”

Go then! Off to the womens quarters with you!He swatted her diminutive rear on her way out.Ill call if I want you.

She turned upon the threshold to give him a deep bow.As you command, my Lord. Thank you again.The door closed behind her.

Thank you,murmured Cecily, her raging heartbeat starting to slow down.

You dont find my Sarita desirable?Amir faced her, drawing back the curtain of her hair and fixing her with his compelling gaze.

Shes lovely but…” Cecily was uncertain how to continue. She didnt want to offend him unnecessarily. Her future depended on his goodwill.

But she doesnt seem very fond of you, does she? Well, who could blame her? All she wants is to give herself to me, body and soul, but Ive chosen you as my companion for tonight instead.



Larry Archer said...

Congratulations on your long and impressive writing career. Keep up the good work!

Fiona McGier said...

Theo from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin will always have a special place in my, ahem, heart. But I loved this book! To many hot scenes to count! I read it while recovering from the flu, and believe me, it raised my temperature again, even though the flu had subsided! I love your imagination!

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thanks for your support, Larry & Fiona!

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