Flogging for Fun

By Desiree Holt (Guest Blogger)

While doing research for today’s blog I came across a very interesting web site called Flogging for Fun. I thought I’d share some of the interesting info with you. Just in case. Ya know?

Flogging and being flogged can be intensely erotically stimulating. For the Top (Dominant partner), it can be about power, but it can also be about giving a sensually superior sensation to the bottom (submissive partner). For the bottom (submissive partner), flogging can be about the pain, but for many of 'us', it is about the enormous endorphin rush we get coupled with the concept of kink, or the erotic connection between partners, due to increased sensitivity and acceptance of erotic stimuli. The truth about flogging is that there are as many reasons for the joys as there are individuals practicing it!

Choosing Your Flogger (the implement)

Floggers should be carefully selected for the sensation or level of sensation it provides. If you are not into pain, select your flogger for the softness and pliability of the falls. Generally, the thicker the falls, the thuddier the flogger will be, and conversely, the thinner the falls, the stingier.

While for many people, their bottom is the absolute favorite area to receive the flogger's caress, many of us also enjoy breasts, thighs, upper (muscle padded) back, genitals, and the soles of our feet (called Bastinado, and ONLY done with extreme caution).

Choosing Your Flogger (the person doing the flogging)

Unless you know someone who is an experienced flogger, the best thing to do is attend a flogging workshop, instructed by reputable, experienced floggers, before even thinking about flogging a live human. These 'demos' are often held regularly at local dungeons or bdsm community gatherings. And you never know what interesting people you might meet!

You should practice on an inanimate object, such as a pillow or cushion bolster. Place the pillow on a chair or stool approximately the height of the 'submissive subject's' bottom, and for starters, concentrate ONLY on the buttocks while learning to 'throw' the flogger properly and safely. Another idea is to pin a pillow to a wire coat hanger and hang that from a doorknob, to practice stroking an upright human being with varying stroke intensities and rhythms. A damp paper towel or tissue can be a great gauge of your control after you have practiced some on strike zones and aim.

If you do it right, your submissive will be begging for more!

Hope this helps a little and…happy flogging!!!

And now, meet Lee and Branch, who both wanted to be on top.

He wanted her badly enough to DOUBLE DOWN on an outrageous bet.

DOUBLE DOWN 
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Lee Sullivan has really got her life together, as the mayor’s publicity chief and the respected Domme, Mistress Star. She doesn’t foresee any bumps in her life until she meets Branch Colby, self-made millionaire and a man who pushed her buttons. She has no idea that he is a full-out Dom who sees women as a challenge and this one more than most. When Branch’s friend Max bets him he cannot get Lee to submit to him, Branch agrees to a high-stakes wager. The problem is he never expected to fall for her or what the consequences would be when she learned the details of the bet. He has to find a way to repair the situation and she has to decide whether giving her heart is worth the risk.

Excerpt

Max sobered. “I don’t think I can thank you quite enough for giving me a piece of Colby, Inc.”

“In the beginning, it was a piece of nothing,” Branch recalled. “We’ve been lucky. Besides, you earn it every day keeping my ass legal and putting up barricades against the bloodsuckers.”

They both raised their glasses in a silent toast and then drank.

“So.” Max grinned. “I saw the mayor’s publicity flack here today. His honor too tied up to make it?”

“I guarantee you, whatever conflict Vincent had he couldn’t get out of. He never misses a chance to suck my dick.”

“Personally, I’d rather have her doing it. Although that really isn’t her style.”

Branch lifted an eyebrow. He had gotten no vibes from Lee Sullivan that she preferred women to men, and he was usually very good at picking that up.

“Are you telling me she bats for the other team?”

Max burst out laughing. “Far from it. You just hang out in the wrong places.”

Now Branch was getting irritated. “Do you want to tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”

“I guess you spend too much of your playtime at Ultra. Or your own bedroom.” Max laughed again, as if enjoying some kind of secret joke. “Unlike me. I like variety.”

“So you’ve visited Infinity. So what?”

Yeah, so what? One of the many things that bound their friendship so tightly was the fact that, after a friend had taken them to a public dungeon in their twenties, they had both realized they had strong Dom tendencies they needed to pursue. They soon found, if they wanted to play, they had to take instruction, and what an experience that had been.

“Enough of this shit.” Branch leaned forward. “Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.”

“You know how Ultra has its own celebrities, Doms and Dommes who everyone wants time with? Oh, wait.” He snapped his fingers. “Aren’t you one of them? Right! Master B. The subs line up for an hour of your time.”

“You are really pissing me off here, Max. What does this have to do with Lee Sullivan?”

“Infinity’s got its own celebrities, too, which you’d know if you ever got a guest pass like I did.”

“And?” Branch made a “come on” motion with his fingers.

“And I discovered when I visited there that the most in-demand Domme is Mistress Star.” Max leaned forward, watching his friend intently. “Who in real life is known as Lee Sullivan.”

Branch felt as if someone had taken a cattle prod to his balls. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not a bit.” Max was obviously enjoying the reaction. He got up and went to the bar to refresh his drink. “I was given to understand that male submissives sign up well in advance to spend time with her.”

Branch frowned. “Was she there the night you were? Did she see you?”

“No.” Max shook his head. “I was in the lounge, in a corner with some friends, when she came in before a session.” He grinned. “She had a damn good-looking sub waiting for her. Anyway, I wanted to be sure I wasn’t mistaken, so I asked the friend I was with.”

“If it was her, you mean?”

“Uh huh. Because my friend knew I’d keep my mouth shut. Infinity is no different than Ultra. No one ever discusses anything outside those walls. Not who they saw or who did what with whom. You know very well there are people who live the lifestyle who make it known to anyone who asks them. Many of the couples even socialize outside the club, but you know the unwritten rule—what happens at the club stays at the club.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t do me any good to ask you to get me some details on her.”

Max shook his head. “You know better than that.”

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Sneak Peek: A Scandalous Arrangement by Ashe Barker

[Ah, Victorian erotic fiction! One of my favorite genres, from a favorite author. Enjoy! ~Lisabet]

Blurb

After a foolish wager costs her brother ownership of the weaving mill in Yorkshire which provides her income, Victoria Wynne is left with no choice but to confront the man who took the bet and seek to dissuade him from claiming his prize. Unfortunately for her, that man turns out to be Adam Luke, an experienced, ambitious entrepreneur who is intent on keeping what he won.

Upon meeting her, Adam is enchanted by Victoria’s beauty and charm as well as her nerve and self-reliance. Adam is a man of singular tastes, and when Victoria asks to manage the mill in return for a share of the profits, he offers her a bold proposal of his own. She will continue to run the mill as she has for years, but in return for a substantially larger portion of the profits she will also serve at his beck and call behind closed doors, submitting to him in any way he desires.

Wanting to earn enough money to buy back the mill as quickly as possible—and with some part of her shamefully aroused by the thought of kneeling naked at Adam’s feet—Victoria accepts his terms. But submission initially proves difficult for a woman used to running her own affairs, and soon enough she finds herself bare-bottomed over his knee for a firm lesson in obedience.

Adam’s plans for Victoria run much deeper than just an occasional spanking. She will be stripped naked, bound, and teased until she is aching for release, and then at last he will take her long and hard. As Adam continues to train her, teaching her to yield to his mastery while bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, Victoria cannot help falling for him. But can a lifelong bond truly emerge from such a scandalous arrangement?

Publisher’s Note: A Scandalous Arrangement is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

He followed her up the stairs, admiring the gentle sway of her perfect little bottom. The fitted skirt she wore was smart and very respectable, if a trifle wilted from her long journey, but it framed her rounded buttocks beautifully. He managed not to reach out to cup those delectable globes, but it took some effort. He would wait though, he had decided he wanted her kneeling and naked before he touched her.

"Left at the top of the stairs. We're in the Alexandra Suite, towards the end of the corridor."

She nodded and proceeded as directed, stopping at the correct suite. The sign beside the door proclaimed this to be the place. Adam leaned around her to unlock the door, then gestured her inside.

He followed her, taking the time to remove the Do Not Disturb sign from the inner door handle and hang it on the outside. He took the further precaution of locking the door behind them.

Victoria stood in the centre of the sitting room, gazing around her. She glanced at him. "This is very nice. And spacious as you said. You have spared no expense."

"No, Victoria, I haven't. I don't skimp on things which are important to me, but I do expect value for money." He didn't elaborate, but he was confident she realised he was not just referring to their accommodations. He strolled across the room to drop the key on a side table. "Would you like to freshen up? I've ordered a dinner tray for later, but if you require afternoon tea that will be no problem."

"I am quite all right, thank you, not at all hungry. A bath would be pleasant though."

Adam wondered if this was a delaying tactic. At the same time as he blessed the modern plumbing which meant the bathtub could be filled without the necessity of a procession of hotel staff parading through their rooms with buckets of hot water. He considered her request for few moments, then dipped his head in agreement. "I'll sort that out for you. You will undress here though. Now."

"Now?" Her voice was a low whisper, and he saw her hands were shaking again as she clasped her fingers around her gloves. He needed to get her past this useless fit of modesty, and quick.

"Yes, now. Do you require my help with your fastenings?" He thought not as her jacket buttoned at the front, but still, it was polite to enquire.

She inhaled, a sharp, determined intake of breath, then, "No, I can manage."

Adam offered her a tight smile before he headed into the bedroom and straight on through to the bathroom where he turned on the taps. When he returned to the sitting room she had got as far as removing her bonnet. He did not believe for a moment that she was deliberately prevaricating, and he appreciated this would not be easy for her. But he also knew her hesitancy would not diminish for drawing out the inevitable. He wanted her naked, and he wanted that without further delay.

About Me

I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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Sunday Snog #188: Rajasthani Moon

Today’s Snog is short but hardly sweet. It’s a Bollywood bit from my multi-genre opus Rajasthani Moon. 

 

In case you’ve forgotten, here’s the blurb:

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 that rugged, arid land in order 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 reveal 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 the constraints of her life in England?

It’s a fun book, I promise!

When you’re done here, head back to Victoria’s place for more sexy weekend kisses.

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The silver arc of the new moon rode high above the courtyard now. The musicians took up a new song, with a pounding beat Cecily felt deep in her belly. The crowd clustered around the edges of the amphitheatre poured in the centre, churning and writhing to the insistent drums. The brothers stood, swaying with the rhythm, clapping in time.

Cecily couldn’t bear to sit still. Hampered by the chain and her loose-draped clothing, she clambered to her feet. Everyone was whirling, stomping, wailing along with the singer. The courtyard below was a kaleidoscope, coloured patterns forming and dissolving, shifting before her eyes.

Pratan was doing a sort of jig that would have been ludicrous if he’d been a less graceful, well-made man. Amir dipped and turned as though entranced by the music. The beat was infectious, impossible to deny.

The song was a drug—everyone was intoxicated. It flowed through Cecily’s body like molten energy. She had to answer its call, had to move, but her fetters made that impossible. “Please,” she begged. “Unfasten the cuffs.” She seized a handful of Amir’s tunic, trying to make him pay attention. “Free me—let me dance! Please!”

The Rajah stared at her, still swaying, his eyes unfocused. Gradually he came to his senses. “Oh—you. I’d almost forgotten. The music does that.”

He leaned in to brush his lips across hers. It was the barest touch, just enough to give her an impression of soft flesh and a whiff of anise. She wanted to scream at his smug grin. Instead, she moaned, as he gave her breast a rude squeeze.

“Free you? A luscious, sensitive, devious creature like you? Not bloody likely, my dear. Oh no, if you think you’re bound now—just wait for later.” 

 

Ancient Battles, Modern Times: How ‘Gods Among Men’ came to be

By Jacqueline Brocker (Guest Blogger)

There is a story, common throughout mythologies whose language has Indo-European roots, of a thunder/lightning god who does battle with a great dragon/serpent. The details all vary, but the core remains the same – the storm god takes on the dragon and defeats him. It is tale of order winning over chaos. In Greek myths, Zeus battles Typhon. The Hittites have Teshub fighting Illuyanka. Thor battles with Jörmungandr in the Norse tales. And in Slavic mythology, there is Perun and Veles – Perun, god of Thunder, and Veles, god of the Underworld, who sometimes takes the form of a dragon. It is this myth which forms the basis for Gods Among Men.

The idea came when a call for submissions came out for transgressive divinity-themed erotica. Having an interest in dragons, and particularly Slavic ones, I thought, hmm, well, this might work for it. And because the call specified transgression, it meant I didn’t have to hold myself to the often stringent list of things you can’t do in erotica. I let my mind go wild. I decide that rather than just eroticise the original tale I’d update it and have present day equivalents as the centre, and intercut this with my telling of the original story in ancient days. Both of these gods, after the Christianisation of the Slavs, joined the Christian canon as St Ilya (Elijah) and St Nikolai (Nicholas), so that gave me their names, and from there, I let rip on the transgressive possibilities that two rivals might have, while their mythological history began to bleed in to their story. The sex in this story is often violent, bestial, and always a battle.

I finished it, got a friend to read over it, called it Storms of Ancient Gods, and sent it off. The editors accepted it. I was amazed. It was my second or third acceptance, and when the anthology came out, I was delighted and startled to be in such fine company and among a bunch of stories that were unafriad of the darker, edgier and sometimes frightening sides of sex. Hell, I’d been pleased with what I wrote, but wondered how my work had ended up in the anthology at all, the quality was so high. I had grand hopes for what Freaky Fountain Press were trying to do.

Alas, Freaky Fountain Press closed up shop later that year. We all got our rights back, and Storms of Ancient Gods needed a home. When Forbidden Fiction, with whom I’d already worked for my novella Body & Bow (m/f/m, creative uses of violin and cello bows if you’re interested...) put out a call for stories about gods and goddess, it seemed the right place to send it.

I got the acceptance and was very pleased indeed. Some edits were expected, but I thought it was going to be a simple run through with some minor adjustments to sentences. Straightforward, right?

Wrong. My editor put me to work. Really put me to work. I could see his points, certainly, but it was a massive rewiring job (a metaphor he used, so aptly) to reign in POVs (I’d written an omniscient POV which didn’t quite work), enhance some scenes that really needed more detail (I’ve rarely been accused of waffling – editors regularly ask for more detail than less), hack out the multiplicity of commas (I still like commas but they were definitely excessive) and ease off on the passive construction (I think in my head passive sentences feel more ‘storytelling’ and ‘mystical’ which is why they ended up in there). There was all that to do, as well as add in chapters, and then I had the bright idea of adding in a new subplot. If I hadn’t been aware of how much an editor can influence your work for the better I was now, and in the best way possible, for he made suggestions but also ensured it was always my voice coming through.

Simple? No. A lot of work? Hell yeah. Worth it? Utterly. Storms of Ancient Gods became Gods Among Men (another request was to change the title), and it is one of the stories of which I’m most proud. If you’re intrigued, do read on...

Blurb

Ilya, self-appointed protector of his Croatian coastal town, hates Nikolai, the one man who has never bent to his will. Meanwhile, the gods—Perun the Thunderer and Veles the dragon god of the underworld—do combat in ancient times. Ilya and Nikolai discover the battles of old may not be so far in the past, and that each of them may be closer to the gods than they could have imagined.

Excerpt

Nikolai leaned languidly against the frame of the window of his second-floor study and watched the bay below, and beyond. The water shimmered with the afternoon sun. Yachts and fishing boats bobbed at the docks, and in the distance windsurfers sped along the Adriatic. Vendors sold cold lemonade along the boardwalk while mothers and fathers pushed prams and held dripping ice-cream cones for their capering toddlers. Three old men sat on a bench: one stared vacant out over the harbour while the others contemplated a chessboard. A pair of teenagers kissed and giggled as they sat on the low wall above the water. Other groups played in the water or sunned themselves on the beach. Nikolai smiled; this was summer at its most perfect, for the day was pleasantly hot, and peaceful.

That was, until Ilya charged along the harbour road in his bright red American Mustang. He parked the car, slammed the door and stomped up the boardwalk. Straight towards Nikolai’s house.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes, glaring down at Ilya. Although he’d been expecting a visit, he ground his teeth together.

There he was: Ilya Gromovnik. The same nick-name as his father, also the namesake of St Ilya. All of them—saint, father, and son—called Gromovnik; that is to say, Thunderer. Ilya Gromovnik, owner of the furniture factory, the largest employer in town, president of the chamber of commerce. So well-respected by everyone in the town for his capacity to employ many people, to be good to them in return for their complete loyalty; for his generous donations to public works (the painting of the town hall, the play parks for children, the new local museum); for his gorgeous, buxom wife Dobrana and that brood of children. How many did the man have now? Six? Nikolai had lost count.

His striking looks aided him too. Ilya was a tall man, his chest square and broad. As he charged along the boardwalk, the sun caught glints of his close-cropped coppery hair and long, neatly kept beard. His features—handsome and with a hawk-like nose—were creased in anger and he walked as if he owned everything that lay before him.

Nikolai supposed in many ways he did. Not only did he have his factory, but he also had his house on the hill that overlooked the town with pompous pride. It was high enough that anyone in the market square could gaze up over the rooftops and see Ilyaʼs home, watching over them all. Like a beloved god.

Beloved. Nikolai snorted. Feared is the better word. For who would dare to cross a man who could make drug cartels scurry away to neighbouring towns with a single phone call, an action the police could not take? Who would fight with a man who, when riff-raff sailors made trouble when they came ashore, would ensure said sailors would be found floating in the harbour the next day? And those who failed to give him proper respect or decided to try and run the town or their business a little differently had felt Ilya’s wrath, and found themselves friendless or destitute.

Lord and protector. In a town where councillors were weak-willed and the police ineffectual, who needed a mayor when they had Ilya Gromovnik?

Nikolai sighed. He was well aware of the power of Ilya’s rage. Well aware, too, that everyone in town knew that he and Ilya despised each other. Even now in the bay below, the teenage girl turned her head. Likewise, a father pushing a pram saw Ilya’s progress; stopped to grasp his wife’s shoulders and whisper something into her ear. The man who’d been staring dumbfounded out to sea started as Ilya passed him, and a child’s ice-cream tumbled to the ground as the kid froze to gaze at Ilya. As Ilya closed the distance, Nikolai could feel and hear—even through the glass—Ilya’s thundering purpose and the hush that fell over the bay. Only the gulls continued to chatter.

They were not business rivals; Nikolai ran a shipping business. He, too, was a member of the chamber of commerce. Longer than Ilya at that—he suspected that Ilya would have blocked his application had Ilya been a member first. However, he kept a number of smaller operations running that the upright and self-righteous Ilya would have loved to have seen abolished. His dance club, for instance, which on paper was perfectly legal, but where Nikolai well knew all kinds of licentious and illicit behaviour took place. His patrons—mostly tourists, male and there for other men—as far as he was concerned, were dancing and embracing the joys of life. Nikolai turned a smirking blind eye to what else besides dancing went on there.

Someone at the chamber told Nikolai he was surprised that Ilya hadn’t run him out of town yet. Nikolai had only grinned. Ilya probably would have if not for Nikolai’s generosity: people in need of loans found themselves with a discreet envelope slipped through the door. Builders would arrive at a storm-damaged house and do the repair work, refusing payment and shrugging when asked why they had come. No trumpeting, no fanfare, but Nikolai was aware that his name was mentioned. He’d have preferred otherwise, but secrets were a near impossibility to keep.

The only kept secrets he knew were the ones between himself and Ilya.

People left in Ilya’s wake, quickly packing their bags and rushing up the beach. On the horizon, dark clouds began to gather, the signs of a sea-born storm, bringing with it a suffocating heat.

Nikolai sighed, rolled his shoulders back, and stood up straight. For all his irritation and hatred of Ilya, this meeting was unavoidable. Inevitable. The wheel that had been set in motion since they were children was now rolling towards a climax that neither of them could ignore.

Links

Buy link: http://forbiddenfiction.com/story/jb1-1.000192/ - This takes you to Forbidden Fiction’s website and has content notes, and a link to purchase either directly from FFP or to your preferred supplier.

Gods Among Men also appears in the following two anthologies: Bi Magic and Divine Desire

Bi Magic buy link: http://forbiddenfiction.com/anthology/SPC-1.100005

Divine Desire buy link: http://forbiddenfiction.com/anthology/SPC-1.100011

Bio

Jacqueline Brocker lives and writes near Cambridge, England. Her short erotic fiction has appeared in various anthologies, and her novellas and other short stories have been published by Forbidden Fiction. Originally from Australia, when not writing she does Scottish Country Dancing and pokes at Pinterest for pictures of dragons and interesting men.

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New Release! Transgressive Science Fiction Erotica

I’ve just self-published a new story entitled The Antidote. This is not erotic romance, though it has a HFN ending. But if you enjoy steaming hot, transgressive sex, along with a serious message, you might want to check it out.

What if the government stole your libido? What would you do to get it back?

Sixty years after the Plague, few remember the mass deaths, the riots and the massacres triggered by the sexually-transmitted disease. Still, most people accept the Council’s mysterious libido-suppression technology as necessary to prevent a resurgence of the deadly virus. Monthly procreative sex, government-supported and hormone-enhanced, is enough to satisfy them.

Lena’s different. Though she loves her husband Jeff, she yearns to experience the thrill of forbidden lust, to know what it feels like to couple with a stranger. Rumors speak of an antidote that liberates the libido from the Council’s thrall. Denied from birth, Lena is willing to risk everything—her marriage, her freedom, even her life—for one taste of unbridled desire.

Buy Links

Amazon US - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B013ZS2678

Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B013ZS2678

Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/569511

Coming soon to Kobo, iTunes and Barnes and Noble.

Here’s an exclusive excerpt, not available anywhere else. Warning: it’s definitely rated X.

“Like it? Do you like my cock? Do you, baby?” He punctuated each question with a fierce thrust.

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan as he rammed me, again and again. I heard moans from the audience, too, evidence that the show was turning them on. Another climax gathered on the horizon of my consciousness.

A picture of Jeff swam into my mind. Handsome, kind, responsible Jeff, the model husband. The model citizen. He’d never approve. He’d be shocked, maybe disgusted. I pushed away the guilt that threatened to dampen my pleasure. How could I have been satisfied with him? He worked closely with the Council, helping them implement their policies for the good of society. Whereas I was an outlaw, a horny cunt who got off being watched while strangers fucked her.

Bolt suddenly pulled his rod out of me. I clenched around his vanishing bulk. “I’m going to come all over you. To show everyone what a filthy slut you are.”

The audience roared. His spunk showered down on me, a bitter, sticky rain. He smacked his cock against my butt, scattering the last drops of semen over my back. At the same time, he reached forward between my legs and squeezed my clit.

My body dissolved in a sea of mindless pleasure. I’d never known anything like this, not in the most ecstatic, intimate coupling with my husband. A thousand sensations flooded through me, washing away every thought. I was nothing but a whirling, trembling mass of flesh, tossed on currents of dark delight.

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Not for the Faint of Heart

By Madam TripleX (Guest Blogger)

Let me introduce myself. I’m Madame TripleX. The triple X is no accident. What I write is not for the faint of heart. I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true.

My writing can only be described as: raunchy, graphic, borderline porn and somewhat like a men’s confession letter, but with a little woman’s touch. So yeah; I write raunchy works that a man can read and not feel that he’s reading a romance novel and a woman can read something, that maybe is past her comfort zone, but she’s willing to step out of the box.

So what is my work like and why do I write stories that are considered borderline porn….ahem super raunchy that is?

I don’t believe the hype that men are the only ones that are visual creatures and like their reads dirty. There are some of us (raising hand) that kinda like it graphic.

What kind of woman will like my work?

The woman that gets off on porno….ahem adult videos. LOL. Videos either with her significant other—or by herself.

The woman that loves sex toys and can go into a shop and buy them without wearing dark sunglasses.

The woman that likes the sounds of sex, Yes! Do you get wet hearing a woman moan and groan as someone is making love to her?

Do you like hearing a woman scream out her pleasure? For some that’s a turn on.

If you’re nodding your head to any of the above, then you’ll like my work.

Now, what made me start writing stories like this? I saw a niche.

I’ve been noticing that a lot of women that have been reading erotica said it’s beginning to be the same old same old.

Really? I’ve read a lot of erotica/ romantica and hot steaming romances, and a lot of it is quite good.

But that wasn’t exactly what these women were talking about. Noooo. The sex was the same. Even the BDSM stuff! WOW!

So I asked: “What are you looking for?” I was surprised—somewhat. I found out that they wanted their sex scenes a bit more graphic. They wanted the language to be a bit—rougher. They wanted to almost feel the sex as they read it.

Those words that were mostly forbidden to describe body parts. They wanted to see those now.

They wanted their reads to read like Hustler!

What’s too raunchy? Of course there are the usual no-nos. You know the ones on those submission pages that tell you what they don’t want to see or accept. And actually those aren’t raunchy, that’s just tasteless and icky.

What I write is fun nasty.

Do my stories have plots?

Of course! In fact Ultimate Surrender has a really good plot, if I do say so. Just because I use nasty language and my sex scenes are graphic, doesn’t mean I don’t deal with loving couples.

And that’s the way real sex should be. One should be able to express anything to one's mate, unashamed and with abandon, without feeling guilty. And Ultimate Surrender deals with that issue.

Hey, I enjoy sex. I think it’s fun and it can be nasty, but in a good way. I love to let loose and scream from the rooftops. I want to have that kind of sex that if you’re at the hotel, the people in the next room complain to management. But you don’t care, cause you know you had a good time. WINK WINK.

And that’s how I write my books and I hope you read them with the same kind of abandon and freedom from guilt.

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Ultimate Surrender by Madame TripleX

Blurb

Ginger has deep desires that she can’t express to anyone, not even to her new boyfriend Matthew. And even though she knows that he would never judge her, she is having an inner conflict, and she’s been judging herself even since they met online.

This desire you just don’t blurt out.

Matthew knows what Ginger is hiding from him, but he won’t push the issue. But on her birthday, he wants to give her a special surprise, something that Ginger doesn’t even see coming. Can this loving couple see their way through a game that might push them both over the edge?

Excerpt

Matthew laughed that laughed I loved so much. Deep, dark and sexy.

When I first heard him over the phone, I creamed in my panties. Didn’t think a voice could make a woman climax. Meeting him in person, I now had the voice and the face. Talk about hitting the jackpot.

I assumed his profile pic was an old college picture. You know what they say about assuming. Fact is, it didn’t do him justice. But then, could a camera capture such magnificence?

The epitome of tall dark and handsome—and then some.

“Okay, you got me, sweetness.” He pushed back some of his dark waving mane off his forehead. “But you have to admit we clicked instantly. I didn’t think I would find an honest woman that really liked sexual role-playing. Some women get scared if you go too far, even though they know it’s a game.”

“I told you in our chats, nothing is new to me. My profile speaks for itself. It says, open, adventurous, willing to push the envelope.”

“Yes, and you have lived up to that—so far.” Matthew leaned back in his chair. His brows knitted together.

That meant he was thinking. I found out early on, that could be a bad thing—a deliciously bad thing, but it still threw me off guard on several occasions. The last time he was in deep thought, I found myself two days later draped over his lap in a schoolgirl outfit begging for a harder spanking—in public at a park!

“You mean to tell me there’s not one fantasy you fear, but want to play out? You know, a dark desire that you’re afraid to even share with me?” Matthew got up and put away the dishes.

I didn’t want to go down this road again. Not right now. I knew we would get to it at some point, but today was my special day and this subject was too deep at the moment.

Yeah, there was a fantasy I wanted to play out, but didn’t trust any man enough to put myself in his hands. Until Matthew. I was still however, too scared to voice that yearning. The desire to give over complete power, control and reason. Ultimate surrender, no turning back.

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