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.
Don’t
forget to leave a comment and help conquer SMA!
