Polyamorous Dreams and a Saucy Snippet – #Polyamory #NewRelease #Series

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Traditionally, romance focuses on finding your soul mate. But what if that turns out to be plural?

My observations suggest that some people are fundamentally monogamous and others not. Personally, I fall into the latter group, as does, fortunately, my husband. Although we’ve been happily married for more than forty years, neither of us necessarily believes in exclusivity. In the first decade of our life together, especially, we actively sought out women or couples to bring into the circle of our relationship.

Although we attended some swingers events and even went to sex clubs, we weren’t primarily looking for recreational sex. Our dream was to expand our dyad into a stable triad or quartet. We hoped to find compatible people whose company we enjoyed out of as well as in bed. I didn’t know the term then, but what we wanted was polyamory

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Polyamory is a committed, caring relationship that involves more than two people. Often the polyamorous partners live together. It’s not always the case that every member has an erotic connection with every other member, but all the participants must be open about and comfortable with the sexual interactions of the others.

We discovered that it was really difficult to create an intentional polyamorous relationship. We’d meet a likely couple, then find that the currents of attraction were not balanced among the four of us. I’d be really drawn to the woman, for instance, but not her male partner. The woman might desire my husband, but she might leave him cold. We sometimes found sexually exciting couples with whom we had nothing else in common.

Eventually, we gave up our quest, recognizing that most such relationships depend on serendipity not intention, and that we were lucky to have one another. However, I continue to explore the possibilities of polyamory in my writing.

The Toymakers Guild is a polyamorous community – one that is quite complex. The Guild engineers are for the most part open to any sort of sexual shenanigans, with pretty much any one of their colleagues. However, there are several sub-groups, who form more tightly connected units. The Master Toymaker himself has special bonds with Amelia and Roderick, two of the original Guild members. And over the course of Book 3, my heroine Gillian Smith finds herself at the apex of a polyamorous triangle.

The relationships at Randerley Hall appear to violate all the rules of romance. If you look more closely, though, you’ll realize there’s at a great deal of love among the Toymakers. In writing this series, I had the chance to experience, vicariously, the fulfillment of my polyamorous dreams.

The Toymakers Guild Series Blurb

Defying the repressive morality of the Victorian era, the Toymakers Guild uses advanced technology to fabricate bespoke sexual artifacts for the discrete pleasure of select clients. Its members are not only brilliant engineers but also sexual renegades seeking freedom from the prudish society that surrounds them. These are their stories.

Saucy Snippet from The Master's Mark (Book 3)

The Toymakers drifted back to their stations, aside from Jeremiah and Rafe. The two young men clearly had more to say.

Gillian pre-empted their enquiries. “Rafe, would you like to come to my room tonight? You’d be very welcome.”

Joy lit her lover’s angular features. “Do you seriously need to ask? Just tell me when.”

“Around nine should be good. That will allow us plenty of time.”

She turned to Jeremiah. His expression told her he was struggling to rein in his protests. She flashed him an angelic smile. “Will you come as well, Jeremiah?”

Rafe’s grin fled, but he remained silent.

Jeremiah beamed. “When, lady?”

“The same time, I think.”

“You want – want us both at the same time?” Rafe sputtered. “Together?”

Gillian shrugged. “You’ve already proved you can work together on technical tasks. I’m curious to see how well you cooperate in other domains.”

 

Book 1 is on sale for a limited time! https://www.lisabetsarai.com/pornographersapprenticebook.html

 

The Master's Mark Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/976-the-masters-mark-the-toymakers-guild-book-3/

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRHGN35L

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BRHGN35L

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1306694

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940165993299

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-master-s-mark-the-toymaker-s-guild-book-3

Apple Books – https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id6445290161

Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/75611538-the-master-s-mark

 

I’ll always be at your side – #Steampunk #EroticRomance #MFRWHooks #Contest

Greetings! For today’s Book Hooks blog hop, I have an exclusive snippet from my new release, The Master’s Mark, Book 3 of my steampunk series The Toymakers Guild. I’ve had a lot of help from my fellow authors over the last few days, sharing the news about this book (thank you very much to you all!), but you won’t find this PG excerpt anywhere else.

As you will probably guess from the conversation, the previous scene definitely was not PG. Rafe and Gillian have just returned from a walk on the moors, which culminated in intense and emotional outdoor lovemaking.

To celebrate the release of the final book in my trilogy, I’m running a contest, between now and the end of January. The prize is a $10 book store gift certificate, plus an ebook copy of the new novel in your choice of formats.

Entering is really easy. Just do the following:

• Send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com

• In the body of the email, tell me the names of any two characters in The Master’s Mark.

One entry per person, please. On the first of February, I will randomly draw a winner from among all the entries. Please note that I will not use your email for any purpose other than notifying you if you win, and to send you a single invitation to my email list.

Be sure to send your entry to the "contest" email address above. Otherwise I might not notice it.

Blurb

How do you train a steampunk sexbot?

Gillian Smith’s promotion to journeyman proves she’s ready to lead the Toymakers in producing astonishing new erotic artifacts. Creative, brilliant, and debauched, she’ll stretch her capabilities to the limit as she juggles a talent shortage and a pair of jealous rivals. Then there’s the challenge of their latest commission—a life-sized programmable sex doll intended to replace a client’s deceased paramour.

Normally she would consult the enigmatic Master Toymaker, but he seems preoccupied with his own concerns. Though her lusty crew of sexual renegades can offer technical and carnal assistance, Gillian is ultimately responsible for delivering the promised, near-impossible technology.

It’s fortunate she’s not one to give up—not even when events threaten the Guild’s very survival.

 

The Hook

Although they climbed the steps to the hall’s entrance hand in hand, Gillian sensed that Rafe was still struggling with his jealous uncertainty. They paused on the threshold. “I want to run upstairs for a quick wash,” she told him. “But if you’re free later, we could meet in the lab. I’d like to lay out my current thoughts about the automaton’s design and get your suggestions.”

“I was rather hoping we could spend the interval between now and supper in my room.” Rafe’s grin was pure cheek, but the catch in his voice conveyed his insecurity. “As the Master recently reminded us, Saturdays are for leisure.”

“You’re not exhausted from our – walk?” she teased.

He clasped her body against his, his resurgent erection providing an unmistakeable answer. “I find you endlessly invigorating, Jill.”

With patience and some regret, she extricated herself from his grasp. “I’m afraid I would not be able to properly relax. I’ve been preoccupied by the conceptual and practical problems we face in fulfilling Volk’s commission. And I really do need your help, Rafe.” She gazed up at him, trying to convince him of her sincerity. “I can’t do this alone.”

He leaned in to brush his lips across hers. “You’re not alone. I’ll always be at your side.”

His intensity both thrilled and frightened her.

“Very well, then,” he continued. “I’ll see you in the laboratory in – what, fifteen minutes?”

“Let’s make it half an hour. I really am rather dirty.”

“You are,” Rafe agreed with a smirk. “One of the many reasons I love you.”

“You probably could do with a clean-up yourself.”

“Probably. But first I’ll see if Mrs. Jones has any biscuits left. After our moorland stroll, I’ve a prodigious appetite.”

 

Find all buy links here: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/mastersmarkbook.html

I hope you’ll visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks. And please do enter the contest!

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If it’s not fun, you’re doing it wrong – #Inspiration #Joy #AmWriting

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A few years ago, I had an “aha!” moment. I’d been feeling terribly stressed due to increased demands at my job and my author commitments, plus some impending travel that would make it all the more difficult to fulfill my obligations. I was obsessing about everything, when it hit me: even though I have way too much to do, I enjoy almost all of the tasks on my long list —writing, teaching, research, making covers, reading, writing reviews, creating blog posts, entertaining friends, sending birthday cards, cooking, even exercising. When I asked myself what I’d give up, if I had to make a choice, I really didn’t have a good answer.

That realization flipped my thinking and drained some of the stress. First, I felt a surge of gratitude that my life is so full of meaningful activity and so rich in joy. Second, I understood that joy is a reliable signal as to whether you’re on the right path.

If it’s not fun, you’re doing it wrong.

Am I talking about sex? Yes. Writing? Yes. Keeping fit? That too.

The Calvinistic/Puritan tradition views life as bitter and hard, an exercise in self-denial, a continuous series of trials one must endure in order to reach the promise of Paradise in the hereafter. I just don’t buy that. It doesn’t make sense, and it doesn’t match my personal experience.

For me, life is something to celebrate, a continuous unfolding, a twisting and often surprising path. And when I’m wondering which branch to follow, I’ve learned to turn within first, to ask myself how the path feels. Does it feel right? Does it generate joy?

I remember when I got my first job in my second career. (I’ve had several since.) I had no prior professional experience in this field, just a couple of university courses. I got hired on the strength of my academic credentials. When I started working, though, something clicked. I really “got” the concepts. I found I had an aptitude that I would not have expected. The job tapped into my creativity and developed my interpersonal skills. It was definitely the right path at that time.

When I met my husband (at a technical conference), I tried to give him the brush-off. We lived on different coasts and I didn’t want a long-distance relationship. Besides, I was already juggling four lovers. When he persisted, however, I discovered that being with him felt inexplicably comfortable. We spent the first three weeks of our life together driving across the US, a trip that could strain even a well-established couple. We had a fantastic time—and despite the newness of our relationship, the whole process turned out to be incredibly easy and natural.

Forty years later, I understand: it was so much fun because we were obviously doing it right.

Note that joy is not exactly the same as happiness. It’s not about pleasure or entertainment. Joy is something deeper, a spiritual quality, a sense of satisfaction, order and symmetry. Sometimes it’s a quiet, soothing warmth humming under your solar plexus. Sometimes it’s laughter bubbling up out of nowhere, an urge to sing or to dance. Joy can be wordless, or it can spill out in poetry or paint.

I believe we are meant to feel joy and that when we do, we can trust we’re being our best and truest selves.

The fact that something kindles your joy doesn't mean it will be easy. Climbing a mountain, running a marathon, getting a degree, raising a child, or writing a book all take a huge amount of effort, but joy is the ultimate reward. And of course every life has its pain and its tragedies. But joy makes you more resilient.

Writing can be tough, frustrating work. We all complain when the words don’t flow or the characters don’t obey. We fight with incompetent editors, flinch at poor reviews, feel discouraged when our royalties don’t even begin to reach the level of minimum wage. In the face of all these negatives, why do we—why do I—keep writing? Out of love. Because of the joy.

Almost nothing compares to the sense of delight when I am in the groove, the words are flowing and the story is unfolding just as I’d imagined. It’s worth every bit of aggravation and every ounce of effort.

At least that’s how I feel. Your mileage may differ. But if you are truly suffering for your art, why bother? If what you're doing doesn't fundamentally satisfy you, give you that deep level feeling of rightness, maybe you are doing the wrong thing.

Not that I’m counseling my fellow authors to give up. Just stop and ask yourself: is it fun? And if not, what can you change so that it will be?

It’s my lucky day! #NewRelease #Contest #99cents

Today is Friday the 13^th, but far from being unlucky, it’s a very special day for me – release day for my newest book The Master’s Mark. This novel, the final installment in my steampunk trilogy The Toymakers Guild, took me a year to write. I’m so excited to finally be able to share it with you!

Here is the blurb:

How do you train a steampunk sexbot?

Gillian Smith’s promotion to journeyman proves she’s ready to lead the Toymakers in producing astonishing new erotic artifacts. Creative, brilliant, and debauched, she’ll stretch her capabilities to the limit as she juggles a talent shortage and a pair of jealous rivals. Then there’s the challenge of their latest commission—a life-sized programmable sex doll intended to replace a client’s deceased paramour.

Normally she would consult the enigmatic Master Toymaker, but he seems preoccupied with his own concerns. Though her lusty crew of sexual renegades can offer technical and carnal assistance, Gillian is ultimately responsible for delivering the promised, near-impossible technology.

It’s fortunate she’s not one to give up—not even when events threaten the Guild’s very survival.

You can find a naughty excerpt in my MFRW Steam post, earlier this week, and a PG excerpt plus full buy links on my website:

https://www.lisabetsarai.com/mastersmarkbook.html

To celebrate the release, I have a couple of goodies for you. To start with, I’ve dropped the price of the first book in the series to only 99 cents, from now until the end of January. Buy links are here:

https://www.lisabetsarai.com/pornographersapprenticebook.html

I am also running a contest, between now and the end of January. The prize is a $10 book store gift certificate, plus an ebook copy of the new novel in your choice of formats.

Entering is really a snap. Just do the following:

• Send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com

• In the body of the email, tell me the names of two characters in The Master’s Mark.

One entry per person, please. On the first of February, I will randomly draw a winner from among all the entries. Please note that I will not use your email for any purpose other than notifying you if you win, and to send you a single invitation to my email list.

Be sure to send your entry to the "contest" email address above. Otherwise I might not notice it.

Stay tuned over the next few weeks. I’ll be sharing more from the book, and might well give away a few free copies!

Happy Friday!

 

Review Tuesday moved to Thursday: Manticore by Kate Hill – #Paranormal #Erotic #ReviewTuesday

 

Manticore by Kate Hill

Changeling Press, 2022

In a world overrun by a plague of demons, Daisy Fay nurtures her own small magic and curates a collection of esoteric tomes saved from the invading hordes of hell. She and her friend Martin do what they can to support the human rebels who are trying to expel the armies of the night. Daisy Fay guesses that Martin could be more than a friend, but he seems too gentle and shy to step over that line.

Manticore has no such problem. He’s wild, impulsive, and totally besotted with Daisy Fay. With his marked face, vicious talons and razor-sharp teeth, he’s clearly not 100% human, but since Martin considers him an ally in the rebellion, Daisy can’t help but trust him – even when he overwhelms her with raw desire.

Two such different men... it is a shock when Daisy discovers they inhabit the same body. Manticore is a non-corporeal Manifestation who has fused with Martin, amplifying the powers of both. And Martin, far from being the quiet, retiring man she’d supposed, is in fact scion of an ancient and influential family of magicians, all of whom are are supported by their own paired Manifestations.

Martin and Manticore complete each other, but their love for Daisy Fay nearly tears them apart, and risks harming the rebel cause in the process.

I enjoyed Manticore. The premise is original, while the erotic scenes are gorgeous and intense. I applaud the author’s willingness to include homo-erotic content when Daisy, Martin and Manticore finally come together. Many authors shy away from any sort of “gayness” in a story that is primarily heterosexual, but I thought Martin’s and Manticore’s intimacy flowed naturally their relationship.

Manticore is a particularly fascinating character, a supernatural bad boy who is redeemed by pure love. My main complaint is that I thought the book was too short. I’d have liked the author to spend more time articulating her vision of the Realm of Manifestations. I found the ending disappointingly abrupt. Daisy Fay appears to have encountered a Manifestation named Medusa who will complete her as Manticore does Martin, but instead of the glorious four way scene I’d anticipated, we get only arousing hints.

Still, it’s a pleasure to read paranormal romance that ventures off the well-trodden paths of vampires and shifters. Perhaps Ms. Hill is saving Medusa for the next installment in this series.

She wanted more – #NewRelease #Steampunk #Contest #Menage #MFRWsteam

Welcome to the MFRW Steam blog hop! Once a month, we authors who write on the spicier side get an MFRW-sanctioned opportunity to share our erotic visions with you, without toning down the heat.

Today I’m proud to present the first peek at my brand new novel The Master’s Mark, Book 3 in my Toymakers Guild series. This sexy steam punk romp is available for pre-order now; it will be released on Friday the 13^th.

To celebrate the release, I’m running a contest, between now and the end of January. The prize is a $10 book store gift certificate, plus an ebook copy of the new novel in your choice of formats.

Entering is really a snap. Just do the following:

• Send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com
• In the body of the email, tell me the names of two characters in The Master’s Mark.

On the first of February, I will randomly draw a winner from among all the entries. Please note that I will not use your email for any purpose other than notifying you if you win, and to send you a single invitation to my email list.

Be sure to send your entry to the "contest" email address above. Otherwise I might not notice it.

Now... on to the steam!

Blurb

How do you train a steampunk sexbot?

Gillian Smith’s promotion to journeyman proves she’s ready to lead the Toymakers in producing astonishing new erotic artifacts. Creative, brilliant, and debauched, she’ll stretch her capabilities to the limit as she juggles a talent shortage and a pair of jealous rivals. Then there’s the challenge of their latest commission—a life-sized programmable sex doll intended to replace a client’s deceased paramour.

Normally she would consult the enigmatic Master Toymaker, but he seems preoccupied with his own concerns. Though her lusty crew of sexual renegades can offer technical and carnal assistance, Gillian is ultimately responsible for delivering the promised, near-impossible technology.

It’s fortunate she’s not one to give up—not even when events threaten the Guild’s very survival.

 

Excerpt (Five Flames)

“Shall we adjourn to the bed? I suspect we’ll be more comfortable.”

Obedient to her implied wishes, Rafe dropped his arm from her shoulder and took a step backward. She tried to extricate herself from Jeremiah’s grasp so she could lead the way. He would not release her. Instead, he shifted position and lifted her off her feet, cradling her in his arms. The unexpected move stole her breath and sent a bolt of heat straight to her sex. In seconds he’d carried her to the four-poster and deposited her gently upon the coverlet.

She reached for him, hungry for his warmth and weight upon her outstretched body. He grinned and shook his head. “Let us pleasure you first, my goddess.” His flowery speech would have made her laugh, had she not been so aroused. He nodded in Rafe’s direction. “Will you begin, friend?”

“Gladly.” The dark-haired journeyman clambered onto the mattress and knelt between her outstretched legs. Clasping her ankles, he urged her to bend at the knees, which naturally parted. As was usual, the silk drawers provided a gap at the crotch to facilitate necessary functions. Rafe leaned over to peel the soaked fabric away from her engorged quim and widen the slit. Lying upon her back, she couldn’t see him clearly, but she heard his lusty inhalation. “Ah, Jill! Your scent alone is almost enough to make me spend.”

He ran one finger through her drenched folds. She gasped at the sudden stimulation. “And your taste...” He sucked noisily on his fingers, as if he knew how the lewd sounds would excite her. “I’ve been starving for you, Jill.”

Matching actions to words, he helped himself to a generous mouthful of cunny-flesh. Firm, strong lips pressed against her labia, opening them to his agile tongue. It glided back and forth within her groove, flicking at her aching clit at one extreme of its trajectory, teasing her rear entrance at the other. Every so often, he’d plunge the appendage deep into her channel, using it like a miniature cock.

Pleasure raced through her, bewildering in its variety and intensity. The familiar ache of impending climax grew more urgent by the second. She tried to wrap her legs around his neck so she could pull him closer and grind her needy cunt against his face, but he held her thighs open with a casual strength that aroused her further.

“Oh, Rafe!” she moaned. “Please...” She lay back against her pillows, eyes shut, ceding control to his expert oral manipulations. Her world shrank to the simmering cauldron of delight between her thighs. The dance of his tongue in her trembling sex was her only reality. He pursed his lips around her clit, applying a delicate suction to that tender bud. Her pussy clenched as a pre-orgasmic shudder rippled through her.

As she teetered on the verge of spending, new sensations yanked her attention away from her cunt. Strong hands kneaded her breasts, delicious heat spreading through thin silk. The thumbs lightly circled her nipples without making direct contact. Electric shocks skittered from the untouched nubs down to her clit. She opened her eyes to find Jeremiah perched on the edge of the bed, his rampant cock jutting up between his powerful thighs. With a melting smile, he leaned over to suckle her.

A premonitory bolt of bliss shot from her breasts to her cunny. The wispy fabric of the chemise seemed to heighten the effects of his mouth. He tongued the sensitive tip while sucking with greater force. Meanwhile he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it as though he were dialling up the level of her lust.

Her lovers kept her suspended over the abyss, drawn taut on the rack of pleasure. Finally, they cut her free. Jeremiah bit down on one nipple and pinched the other. At the same moment, Rafe raked his teeth across her clit while plunging two fingers into her channel. With a choked cry, she toppled into a bottomless well of bliss.

Pleasure flooded her in glorious waves, building, cresting, then breaking into blessed relief before building again. Her body twitched and rocked as Rafe licked her pussy and Jeremiah fondled her tingling breasts.

Gradually her quivering stilled. When her thoughts approached coherence again, she realised that the two men had changed places. Now Jeremiah devoured her sex. Meanwhile, Rafe had pushed the silk camisole up to her neck and clamped his warm, firm lips around her bared nipple.

Another spend flickered on the horizon like distant lightning. Their enthusiasm humbled her. They’d be perfectly happy for her to lie back and be driven to ecstasy once again, if that was what she wanted.

Gillian wanted more.

“Enough!” she said, pushing herself into a half-sit. “Enough foreplay. I’ve been nearly two weeks without your cocks. I want you inside me.”

Buy Links

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRHGN35L

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BRHGN35L

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1306694

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940165993299

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-master-s-mark-the-toymaker-s-guild-book-3

Apple Books – https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id6445290161

Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/75611538-the-master-s-mark

Be sure to visit the other authors participating in today’s hop! And don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

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Only the Fortune Teller Knows How Deep the Rabbit Hole Goes – #FemDom #Kinky #Cuckolding #NewRelease

By Lawrence Westerman (Guest Blogger)

Thanks so much for inviting me to announce the release of Femdom Fortune Teller on Beyond Romance, Lisabet! As a scene player, I’ve been fortunate to experience much (though not all) of what I write about. In Femdom Fortune Teller, I drew on equal parts fantasy and personal experience to depict what I imagined a 24/7 femdom marriage might look like.

As readers of Beyond Romance may recall, you graciously invited me to announce the release of my first book, Bootboy’s Baptism of Fire, in July of 2021. Although not auto-biographical, Femdom Fortune Teller is a lot closer to home. The Bootboy Chronicles combined femdom erotica with high fantasy. When I wrote them, I had a sort of femdom Game of Thrones in mind. Set in a matriarchy where women rule and men are slaves, they’re heavily plot-driven with lots of world building and include other elements that have nothing to do with kink. Femdom Fortune Teller is much more specifically kink focused.

I felt a bit kink constrained when writing The Bootboy Chronicles, so in Femdom Fortune Teller I opened the floodgates and kind of went nuts. I hadn’t realized how many of my interests (a.k.a. fetishes) were a product of the modern age. In Femdom Fortune Teller, I made up for lost time and covered the gamut—sheer nylon stockings—high heeled shoes and boots—cruel floggers and canes—opera length leather gloves—unforgiving chastity devices—vibrating strap-on dildos…oh my! I was no longer writing about a medieval society that hadn’t yet discovered electricity or the knitting machine. I could finally write about sheer black stockings! 😂

All of my submissive characters are some version of myself and Martin is more so than most. I had no trouble relating to him or figuring out what made him tick. It was a far more interesting challenge figuring out what attracted Nicole to female domination. It’s a cruel irony for most of us submissive males that very few women seem to enjoy what we’re into. After all, isn’t femdom all about serving them? Who doesn’t enjoy being put on a pedestal, served, worshiped and adored? Feminine interest declines even further when confronted with hardcore BDSM activities. While someone might enjoy a sensual foot rub, that same person may balk if presented with a riding crop or a (gasp!) strap-on dildo. Is it just because women know it’s more fun on the bottom? They’re smarter than we are, you know. 😉

Fortunately for us subs, D/s isn’t a zero sum game. There are shades of gray, myriad interests and different levels of intensity to be explored. Although ostensibly about serving women, most femdom relationships are initiated by men. When a man gets bitten by the subbie bug, it can be all consuming and extremely difficult to ignore. As much as we might prefer to have been born vanilla, we appear to have been hard wired this way. I’d compare being a sub to being gay, except that many gay folk also enjoy exploring BDSM power dynamics. In fact, it’s widely believed that the leather scene evolved from the gay biker clubs of the 1950s. In smut fiction, D/s relationships are often portrayed as everything-for-the-domme, my way or the highway types of arrangements, but that often isn’t the case. Like vanilla relationships, most D/s relationships are based on give and take and require good communication and compromise by both parties in order to be successful. Femdom Fortune Teller tells the story of one such D/s relationship, including the challenges, triumphs, setbacks and discoveries Martin and Nicole experience along the way.

It occurred to me that cuckolding might sweeten the deal for Nicole while simultaneously requiring genuine submission from Martin and taking the story in a more dramatic direction. I pictured Nicole enjoying Martin’s slavish devotion, while having sex with other men in front of his eyes. Talk about a power exchange. Cuckolding is something I have no personal experience with, so I had to use my imagination and gather inspiration from outside sources. I’d read a book years ago that explored cuckolding and other forms of sexual humiliation in depth. I can't remember the title or the name of the author, and it has long since gone out of print, but it made quite an impression on me. Years later, when I joined ERWA, I learned a lot more about cuckolding by reading the work of Delores Swallows. Delores doesn’t delve into the humiliation aspect, but those books greatly expanded my cuckolding awareness. As it turns out, cuckolding is a hugely popular kink and a genre of smut unto itself quite apart from femdom and BDSM.

The more I think about these subjects, the more I discover about myself and what makes me tick. Femdom and BDSM are full of paradoxes, rich in irony and seeming contradictions. I enjoy bringing those to the surface and writing about them when presented with the opportunity. Sadism and masochism are still classified as paraphilia or mental disorders by the mental health profession. There have been precious few legitimate studies to discover the origins of our kinks or how best to pursue them in a safe, sane and healthy manner. We kinky folk have been left to figure that out on our own. Writing femdom smut is largely an attempt on my part to figure it all out. Femdom Fortune Teller is my latest attempt to pull back the latex curtain and reveal what lies beneath. It’s now available on Amazon, so if you’re kinky, or even if you're not, order a copy and take a deep dive into femdom erotica.

Indeed, if you think this is the sort of book you might enjoy, leave me a comment on this post. I’ll give a free ebook copy to one randomly-selected commenter.

Blurb

Only the fortune teller knows how deep the rabbit hole goes

When Martin confesses his kinky desires to his beautiful wife Nicole, he doesn't know what kind of rabbit hole he’s fallen into. She enthusiastically embraces the dominant role. As she takes him deeper, he wonders—is she trying to put the spark back in their marriage—or gain control?

As Nicole reveals part of her past, he must confront his deepest fears. Can he endure the humiliation of being Nicole’s submissive cuckold? Only the fortune teller knows for sure.

Take a deep dive into the dark heart of dominance and submission with Femdom Fortune Teller.

Excerpt 

from Chapter 1

She smiled bewitchingly, extending a black stockinged leg.

Martin gazed at it longingly, unsure quite what to do.

“Hump it.” She instructed him with a smile. “You know, like a little dog.”

With a bittersweet, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Martin knelt before his wife, her leg nestled between both of his.

“Go on,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “You know you want to.”

She was right. There was nothing in the world he wanted more. With a sigh of gratitude, Martin surrendered to his desire and began rubbing his cock against her stockinged leg. He remembered how a friend’s dog had humped his leg once, inspiring laughter and applause. For some reason, the thought made his prick swell even more. The fabric of Nicole’s stocking felt exquisite against the sensitive skin of his cock. Humiliation’s sting became a siren’s call, luring him to the depths of self-abasement. Shuddering with pleasure, he rode his wife’s leg with abandon.

Nicole cooed gentle words of encouragement, stroking his hair as he rubbed his dripping cock against her stocking. His breath came in shuddering gasps as he approached the precipice. Pointing her toes upward, she pressed them deep into his balls.

Gazing between Nicole’s legs, Martin caught sight of pink, puffy lips, glistening and wet, surrounded by soft red fur. Shame swept over him like a wave. A real man would be on top of his wife and fucking her, not down on his knees, humping her leg like a dog! The thought popped into his head, twisting his guts, and all at once, he exploded — his pent-up heat erupting in a tidal wave, spurting onto Nicole’s stocking and covering it with sticky white cream.

“Good dog!” She laughed as he moaned and quivered, dissolving in paroxysms of ecstasy on her stocking.

Afterward, he remained on his knees, head resting against her thigh.

Nicole yawned, stretching like a cat. “Go get your leash. It’s time for your walk.”

Martin laughed. She frequently made him laugh at his own expense.

Tossing back her lustrous red mane, Nicole rose from the couch. “That was the best date night we’ve had in a while.”

“That was incredible.” Martin smiled warmly up at her. “Best date night ever.”

“Good. It’s settled then. We’ll use the fortune teller again next Saturday. Until then, no more watching porn and playing with yourself. That little pink thing belongs to me now.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Martin’s heart swelled with joy. His ears could scarcely believe his good fortune.

“You’ll be good, right? It won’t be necessary to fit you with a chastity device, will it?”

Martin chuckled, shaking his head. Nicole had certainly been doing her homework.

“We’ll see.” She gave him a wink. “Fair warning. I don’t expect to do any housework now that we have this arrangement. I have to get something out of having a slave."

“I promise I’ll do everything you ask from now on.”

“Careful. I just might hold you to that.” Nicole rolled a sheer, black stocking down her leg. “You can start by rinsing this stocking out in the sink.”

Martin took the delicate wisp of nylon from her as though it were a sacred object, wondering what other surprises his fortune had in store.

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A lifelong devotee of Femdom, I write kinky erotica, fantasy and horror. My stories are available on Amazon, Medium and appear in books published by Cleis Press.

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