Get Tied Up: Tie Me Up Anthology Excerpt No. 5

This excerpt from TIE ME UP, my upcoming antho pubbed by Riverdale Avenue Books, is bound to get you tied up in knots! “Birthday Knots” by Cheryl Kaye. Be a good boy/girl, and read it…

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            I looked at John as I pulled my skirt on and tucked in my shirt. His eyes flicked up and down my figure, I grinned at him as I slipped my shoes on.

            “I shouldn’t be long…although you never know. Be good.”

            I grabbed my bag as I headed to the door, then I had an idea. Pulling out my phone, I turned back around and held it up so I could snap a photo. He looked so good on his knees, his arms stretched above his head. I had the rope running from his wrists over the curtain pole, and down to his ankles. I’d allowed a little bit of slack, but it essentially held him in place as he faced the window without quite touching it. If his arms got tired, he could move his ankles together and lower them a few inches inches. 

            When I pulled open the door and flipped the sign to “Do Not Disturb,” I had a perfect profile view of him looking out of the window. I stepped out and closed the door behind me, smiling as I walked down the corridor. He was already getting hard, he really loved the idea of being “on show.”

            I sat at the hotel bar, stirring my drink with a cocktail stick topped with an olive. In the mirror behind the bar, I could watch people come and go. As soon as I saw him, I knew it was him: tall, dark hair, and wearing a suit so perfect it had to be tailor-made for him. He was toned enough you could tell he worked out, but not so much that it was all he did. I practically drooled in my drink. He’d scanned the bar from the door, and approached a few women sitting alone before he ended up standing next to me. 


…how did you like that?! The book will be out April 6!


  

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Visiting the Brit Babes, Part Deux

I feel so happy to be visiting with the lovely Brit Babes again, asked over by the perfectly wonderful Tabitha Rayne…who will be visiting my blog soon! Come join me as I talk about why I am feeling ever so ebullient these days, there!

Get Tied Up: Tie Me Up Anthology Excerpt No. 4

Happy Monday! To insure it is happy, here is a steamy excerpt from TIE ME UP, my upcoming antho pubbed by Riverdale Avenue Books. This excerpt is  from by The Vixen, and is called, “Black Lace.” The Vixen will be reading at an exclusive TIE ME UP event as part of  the Between The Covers emceed by the amazing Lori Perkins!

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He worked his way down her body, until he reached her sweet opening. He planted subtle kisses on her groin, each one made her thigh twitch. She felt his lips get closer to her pearl, her skin now super sensitive to his touch. His hands slowly grasped her plush buttocks, and lifted her up so he could take her into his mouth. His tongue moved wildly around her bundle of nerves. She cried loudly, as he moved faster and faster to drive her to the brink of insanity. If she wanted to misbehave, then she would just have to been punished.

“I can do this all night you know,” he said moving away from her. He flicked his finger at her clitoris. She shivered. “If you want me in you, you’re going to have to tell me what you want. I’m not going to stop unless, I hear what I need to hear.”

His voice oozed with lust. He tasted her again and as he licked her pearl, she threw her head back in ecstasy. God it felt amazing, but she wanted to feel more. She bucked up against his tongue in an attempt to feel more of him, but it was no use. He inched away from her purposely, a devilish grin appeared on his face. 

“Say it.”

She inhaled deeply, and lifted her head back. 

“Please…” she whimpered. “Please just fuck me…do whatever you want to me.”

  
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Get Tied Up: Tie Me Up Anthology Excerpt No. 3

Here is your daily dosage of TIE ME UP, my upcoming antho pubbed by Riverdale Avenue Books and edited by moi. Hopefully this is becoming your daily habit! Today’s excerpt is  from “True Calling” by Janie James. 

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After their first night as Master and Slave, neither she nor Mark had ever looked back. She’d spent the rest of the weekend imposing her will on him in various ways: tying him to the bed, handcuffing him to a door, walking him through the house on a leash. Somewhere along the way, their actions had morphed from role playing to a new kind of relationship, one where Gina ruled with an iron fist and Mark bowed to her wishes. She’d gagged him, strapped a studded leather cock ring around his dick, pinched and pulled at the loose skin of his testicles until he begged her to stop, attached tiny clamps to his nipples, and violated his ass with a new toy she’d picked up, a vibrating oval “egg” on a cord.

She’d also fucked him in every position possible where a woman could control the action. On top, reverse cowboy, scissor. Suddenly insatiable, she’d purposely only let him come once each day, so that he’d always be anxious and horny and ready to please her. And when he was too worn out to get it up, she’d pinned him to the bed and ground her pussy into his face or whipped him with her crop while he use one – and sometimes two – vibrators on her.
By the time Sunday came, Gina was so sore she could barely walk, and Mark wore dozens of welts on his arms, legs, and chest, which matched the red, bruised skin of his cock.
After putting the kids to bed on Sunday, he climbed under the covers and fell instantly asleep. Gina had worried that their lives would return to the lifeless routine they’d been in before, with only their bets providing opportunities for her to indulge in her new-found lust for control.
Monday morning, she woke to find Mark kneeling by her side of the bed.
“How can I serve you today, Master?”
In that moment, she knew her life would never be the same.


  
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Get Tied Up: Tie Me Up Anthology Excerpt No. 2 

Here is your daily excerpt from my upcoming anthology TIE ME UP, which is being released by Riverdale Avenue Books. Today’s excerpt is from Mercedes Cruz. It is called “Learning the Ropes.”

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          “I also have something different, something I’ve never tried with anyone that I want to try with you.”

           “We can work on that too.” April smirked at Lenny. 

            That weekend they went on a dinner date. April wore her sexist dress: tight and dark purple, with lace on the sleeves. She only wore it on special occasions, and this was one of those. After dinner as much as they both tried to deny it, they only wanted to rip off each other’s clothing. Lenny knew that his roommate, Marcus might be coming back that night and he could walk in on them. Although that would be the best revenge, they wanted a place they would not be disturbed. They decided on April’s dorm room, since Fanta was going to an event with her friends that night. April wasn’t sure how much time they had, but they were willing to take the chance. 

            Lenny grabbed a small leather tote from the backseat, and they hurried to her room. Locking the door to her room, they tore at each other’s clothes off like savages. Lenny stopped halfway, while pulling the sleeves off of April’s tight dress. 

            “Do you remember when I said I wanted to try something new with you?”

            “Yes, why?” April replied with a cheesy grin. 

            “Do you trust me?”

            “Okay, you’re officially scaring me.”

            “Don’t be scared April, I would never do anything to hurt you. We can take it slow.”

            He finished removing her dress, and she stood there in her lace thong and bra. Lenny took a few seconds to admire her.

            “Mmm, you look even better with your clothes off.”

            He walked over to his small leather bag and took out a rope. Aprils eyes widened, she wanted to tell him no, but she was open to trying something different. 

  
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Get Tied Up: Tie Me Up Anthology Excerpt No. 1

I cannot wait for my new anthology TIE ME UP with Riverdale Avenue Books to be released! When I sent the finished manuscript out, I felt so happy to be part of such an amazing collection of stories. TIE ME UP is about bondage as you might have guessed, but the ways in which it manifests in these stories is beyond erotica. It is just the best collection. I am a person who almost bursts when I buy a gift for someone in advance, and have to wait for the day to give it to them. I am not going to let you wait! For the next few days, I am going to give you a TIE ME UP excerpt, accompanied with gorgeous graphics by Pretty Poison Graphics. Pretty Posion, which just so happens to be run by Oleander Plume, my friend, prolific writer and editor of Chemical [se]X. Oh! This excerpt just so happens to be hers as well!

Enjoy, just sixteen more days until release day!!!

“What’s your name, handsome?”

“Luis.”

“Luis,” he repeated.

“I like the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth.”

He closed his eyes when he leaned into kiss me. Fuck his lips were hot! I deepened the kiss, and explored his pouty bottom lip with my tongue. He moved in closer until his firm bulge was bumping up against mine. 

“Luis, I want to fuck you, right in this kitchen.”

“Maybe I want to fuck you first.”

“Sorry, I already called dibs. You do bottom, right?” The way he tilted his head at me was adorable, and I swooned again.

“Sure, sometimes.” I didn’t want to admit how much I love getting my ass fucked, I’m sort of a slut that way. Sure, I like to plug a guy’s hole once in a while, but I prefer to catch, if you know what I mean. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m sure Rick has some upstairs in his bedroom. Let’s go and find out.”

“This isn’t cool, I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said while we pawed through all the dresser drawers. The one on the bottom right turned out to be a treasure trove of kink. “Whoa.” 

“We found somebody’s naughty drawer,” Sean said in a singsong voice. He picked up a large vibrator and waved it at me. “Who do you think uses this?”

“That’s the Ram-Master 2000, I have one of those at home.” 

“You do?” Sean giggled. 

“I have a naughty drawer, too. Maybe I’ll let you rifle through it sometime.”

Sean dangled a pair of pink, furry handcuffs in front of my face. “I’d love to see you in these.”

I held up my regulation cuffs. 

“Pink isn’t my color, but you can use these, kinky boy.” My dick turned to cement, overjoyed at the thought of a little tie-up fun.

“Get naked, and I’ll cuff you to the bed.” I dropped my pants and he whistled. “Wow, Luis, you have a nice sized cock.”

“Show me yours.”

And there is even more flash fiction from Oleander here, go park yourself over at her site to read “Parking!”

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Wicked Wednesday #146 — Try Something New

Polly never had close female friends. She did not have a set of girls that she confided to about everything that was going on with her, and her relationships in particular were usually very private. 

Since Alice her new assistant had seen her with Oscar, and since she was involved with so much of her life as it was, it was a new thing for her to try to confide a little bit in her. Nothing intense, but little things and that was a lot for her, because she was intensely private. Some of her colleagues had their assistants involved in all of the minutiae of their lives. First and foremost, she wanted to foster Alice’s interest in the art world. She reminded her of herself when she was young, because she was so intense and ambitious.

But when her assistant started to be distracted, and in a world of her own seemingly, she was not sure what to think. 

“Alice, can you come into my office?”

Alice walked into her office, with a suggestion of a smirk on her face, as if she could not keep from smiling.

Usually Alice put up her hair at the end of the day, but it was up already.

“Is this about Fiona?”

Polly stared at Alice, her mouth open but nothing came out.

“Polly, I know that it is a conflict of interest. But I…I am in love with Fiona. And I know that she might not really be in love with me, but right now I believe she is.”

“You are dating Fiona?”

“You did not call me in about Fiona?”

Polly shook her head. Who was she to say anything to Alice? She had fought all this time not to get involved with Oscar, and what had she done after their umpteenth trip out of the country but fall in love with him?

Alice stood up as if she wanted to leave, but then she sat back down.

“What did you call me in for? I am sorry to have had diarrhea of the mouth…”

“You’re in love with her?”

Alice’s eyes were glazed, and she nodded.

“I met her in Paris, and nothing happened but when she was in New York…we got together.”

Polly nodded. It was equally as new for her to confide, as it was for her to listen and she felt responsible for Alice.

“My mother says she did not know I was a lesbian. I did not think if Fiona was a woman or a man, I just liked her and wanted to be with her.”

“Love is never convenient, and if you try to deny it it only gets stronger.”

“I that how it was with you and Oscar?”

Poly realized that it was easier for her to listen, than it was to talk.  

“I am not going to tell you what to do with your life Alice, I was just worried because you have not been as focused as you have been.”

Alice looked horrified.

“I am so sorry Polly. I have been distracted, I guess afraid that you would call me into your office, and tell me you know about Fiona and I…”

There was a knock on Polly’s door, and she looked at the door with disdain until she realized it might be important, and Alice as not at her desk to be the go-between.

“Come in,” she beckoned the intruder.

Fiona walked in, and when Alice looked at her it was clear that they were in love.

Polly was warmed by them, wondered if people saw the same thing when she was with Oscar.

Oscar who was in Shanghai without her…

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Wicked Wednesday #145 — Nothing Really Matters

Eliza could not get the lyrics of Madonna’s song, “Nothing Really Matters,” out of her head. It made her smile, the mixture of American and French songs and menu items that had been at the café where they were in. She felt her smile on Rafe’s chest, as the expanse of her cheek touched the top of her hand on his chest.
It made her happy that he was here, that Severine had told him where she was.
Severine was a rare bird, and Eliza could see why Rafe had fallen in love with her. She was beautiful and warm, and loved him enough to share him.
Like she did.
Sharing him was not something that Eliza had ever thought she would do, until she met and fell in love with Oscar. Looking back on everything, their relationship had gotten better as a result of other people in their lives. They stopped taking each other for granted. When she met Oscar, she was feeling resentful of who she had become with Rafe. She felt like a trophy fiancée, everything was so automated between them. Now she felt like a woman who had found someone she loved, and there was still room in her to love someone else as well.
And she had.
She swore that Rafe could smell that she was thinking too hard, because from his apparent slumber…
“What are you thinking about?” he said suddenly.
“Aren’t you asleep?” she said with a husky as if she had been asleep voice.
“I could feel your pensive position on my chest.”
She looked up at him, he was looking up at the ceiling. Almost like he was reaching for the stars with his eyelashes.
Eliza had fallen in love with his mind, he was gorgeous, but it was his mind that she fell in love with. For Valentine’s Day, once he took her to a gallery to see a Joseph Beuys multiple of a rose, surrounded by chocolate and meat. Rafe loved art as much as the next person, but he took her there because it was all dead decaying and yet worth more than the live roses and fresh chocolates most women would have gotten. Maybe even coveted. It was an inside joke because she had not really been a fan of Beuys who she had studied in college. There was so much of that between them.
“I was thinking about what it is like to be an American in Paris. I met a guy here who was obsessed with my Americaness,” Eliza lied because she did not feel like having a conversation about everything that had passed between them. It did not really matter, love was all they needed much like the lyrics in the Madonna song. She remembered reading a magazine article that said that that song was about Madonna’s new daughter. What would it be like to have a baby with Rafe? To expand their relationship even more than it was already expanded?
“Did you sleep with him?”
Eliza stiffened.
“Does it make a difference if I did or not?”
Rafe took a deep breath.
“No.”
“So yes then?”
She pushed off of his chest, and looked down at him.
“I came here because I wanted to be with you, and you were not with me.”
“Are you saying I abandoned you?”
“You are saying it.”
“So you made love to me angrily?”
Rafe took another deep breath.
“I needed to be with you.”
“Were you even asleep?”
Rafe laughed, and sat up.
“I got here looking for you, was mad and Severine calmed me down. She said it was ridiculous that I was freaking out when I asked her to take care of you. Asked my lover, to take care of my fiancée…”
Eliza stared at him, not sure what to say, but knowing him well enough to know what he was feeling before he said it.
“It is hard for me to get used to you being with someone else. I know it is selfish, and I could not deny you when you said you wanted to open us up…but knowing someone else is with you…”
Leaning into him, she rubbed her breasts against him and wrapped her arms about him.
“Right now, you know you are with me…and nothing else matters does it?”
On her back and her face lit by the moonlight pouring in from the hotel window, Eliza understood Rafe’s silence more than his words from underneath him.

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The Big Day is Here–Happy Erotic World Book Day!!!

On this inaugural Erotic World Book Day (EWDB), the concept alone makes me happy because of all the random celebratory days that pop up all of the time. Erotica deserved one! I am an editor and writer of erotica, but the bridge to that was being a reader of it.

As a young girl in a house filled with readers, I was exposed to all sorts of books…which I always sought the erotic bits of! I was always in search of erotic novels and at this point, needed more of an edge than your average reader. I love erotic tension as well, it doesn’t always have to be explicit for me. There is a scene in Asylum by Patrick McGrath which is one of my favorite books, that makes me breathless and does not involve sex at all. But such a level of intimacy is explored in that scene, it is breathtaking. I love the exploration of raw emotion, and there really can be nothing rawer than what you encounter in an erotic scene. Everything is stripped away–literally most times–and you have to deal with that moment. I love the line in Simone de Beauvoir’s The Mandarins, in which a character after making love, says that the only way to really know a man is to make love to him. I am paraphrasing, but that was such an astute observation to me.

That in a nutshell is why I love erotica, and it makes me happy that the genre is being celebrated in such large scale today. This brain child of Emily Dubberley, has caused such an amazing buzz within the erotica community. The best part is EWDB celebrates erotica as a genre in a myriad of ways including an anthology, the proceeds of which will support Brook and you are invited to donate to Brook if you wish. There are also a plethora of prizes for you to win all day in celebration of EWDB. I have contributed a copy of my upcoming anthology Tie Me Up, which is being released by Riverdale Avenue Books on March 18th!



So please go to the site! There are so many ways to celebrate and contribute…have a very happy Erotic World Book Day!!! 





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Wicked Wedsnesday #144 – Unexpected

Eliza moved her fork through the raspberry sauce that was left on her plate, using its side so she could gather the sauce up like a spoon. The fork slipped between her wine-colored lips, and she closed her eyes again savoring the almost unexpected sweet and tangy sauce. The first bite with her flourless chocolate cake had been orgasmic. She closed her eyes again remembering, took her foot out of her shoe and wiggled her toes.
Opening her eyes slowly, recovering, she saw Rafe.
It had been a long time since she had seen her fiancé. She thought that he would be in New York with Fiona, since it was her birthday.
Rafe picked up a fork, and tilting it on its side, gathered raspberry sauce the way that she had.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice a cocktail of incredulity, surprise and shock.
“I missed you.”
Eliza put her foot back in her shoe. Seeing him was unexpected and expected. Hadn’t she wanted him to come to her? With her budding relationship with Severine, listening to her talk about him made her long for him. How ridiculous, that she needed to hear another woman talk about her fiancé to make her long for him in a way she had not for a long time.
Or maybe it was like he said that she knew she had him, so she took it for granted.
The glint of her ring on her hand shown off his eyes.
“I thought you would be in New York with Fiona.”
“Fiona is in love, she did not have time for me.”
“In love really?”
Fiona had not mentioned anything to her about anyone, and she found that odd because she had Skyped with Fiona earlier. But then again love and relationships had been awkward to discuss, ever since she had been in Shanghai with Fiona…
Eliza closed her eyes as Shanghai made her think of Oscar.
“Yeah love, you remember that don’t you?”
“What do you think I am arrogant because I am wearing your ring? That love evaporated or something?”
“You haven’t kissed me.”
Eliza put her fork down, got up and stood before Rafe.
“Did Severine tell you I was here?”
“Fuck Severine…”
“Did you?”
Eliza paused between his knees, looking down at him. She knew she was testing him, but she could not help it. Sometimes she needed to.
He grabbed her about the knees and pulled her onto his lap, her arms automatically surrounded him. Her legs curled onto his lap, her need to be closer as she kissed him. Rafe’s hands caressing her backside, was sensual and proprietary at the same time. Pulling away from their kiss, she saw the waiter who had seen her there with Adrian several times look at her with a deep smirk.
“I did not fuck anyone since you went to Shanghai Eliza, all I have been doing is missing you in New York. Severine called, and told me that you missed me so I am here. I will always be here for you.”
Eliza studied her proprietary wine-colored lipstick stains on his face, neck and shirt and shrugged,
“Doesn’t really matter.” He looked at her, and she knew he wanted to ask her if she had fucked anyone. She knew he did not want the answer, anymore than she wanted to answer him. “I missed you.”
“I want to fuck you. Are you going to lick the sauce off of that plate, or are you going to come with me?”
Eliza stuck her finger on the plate, let the last thick puddle of raspberry sauce roll over it and smeared it over Rafe’s lips and hers.
“I always come with you.”

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