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Guest Blogger Eden Freed Teases Us with Violet Blooms!!!

BDSM Writers Con was AMAZING, mostly because I got to meet so many people who I am still in touch with. Eden Freed is awesome, we made instant friends and I was so happy about her first release Violet Blooms! I told her she had to come visit me, and she has…come to tease us a bit!

After meeting you at Charley Ferrer’s BDSM Writers Con I knew that you and your readers would love a little tease. My very first published story, Violet Blooms, was just released on Amazon Kindle Books As a virgin to the world of romance and erotica writing this was as much fun to write, as it was to watch people adjusting their seat while they read it, but that’s just my style. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching people squirm with pleasure. Enough foreplay! Here’s some information about the book.

Blurb

A young aspiring actress, majoring in Theatre Arts, must overcome mediocrity and learn to take direction in time to be discovered by a talent scout during her final performance. Her new acting coach decides to teach her direction through a non-conventional method: an introduction to BDSM. Will Violet have what it takes to learn the art of role-play, or will she end up on the “casting couch?”

Now, before I give you some little snippets from the book, I have to say that everyone’s introduction to BDSM is unique and utterly unforgettable. It can lure you in like a burlesque show, make you slide out of your seat and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find someone to play with over and over again. ‘Nuff said.

Here are some snippets picked especially for you:

“Frankly, you frustrate me Violet. I could teach you,” he said and I felt Chase’s hand grip my wrist and pull it towards him. Something in his face changed from excitement to concern and he let go of me and straightened out his shirt. He sat back in his seat and blew out through pursed lips before he said, “There are rules.”

Without even hiking my jeans and underwear back up, I sat bare-assed on the cool leather couch and awaited my punishment. My lower lip was trembling with nervous anticipation. I could feel my breaths coming in short gasps keeping time with Blythe’s quick footsteps as he returned.

***

I loved each sub for who they were, but I wasn’t in love with them. Detaching myself from my subs a little made me a better master. I was more objective and able to exact obedience from them. One look at Violet pushed all of my reservation aside. I wanted to possess her completely and utterly.

***

“Love isn’t easy. It takes courage. There are days when you just want to walk away and call it quits because you feel as raw inside as you do outside, but you don’t go because it would hurt even more,” she said and sighed. I felt the same way. Georgette looked at me for a moment and asked, “Did you want me to make a collar for her?”

Hope you had fun with these. With BDSM practice makes perfect, you know. Have fun playing!

Oh, and don’t forget to stop by my blog, and visit my Liquid Friday Blog for fun authors and cocktails.

Eden Freed grew up in a busy city on the East Coast with a keen eye for observing people and a love of music. After moving to the quieter suburbs, she suddenly found herself with plenty of free time on her hands and a knack for writing and public speaking. After college she tried many careers, including professional entertainer. Eden kept writing for her own enjoyment until she decided to write her first book, a YA fantasy novel, as a gift for a dear friend. After that Eden has tinkered with several genres, but has a soft spot for BDSM erotica and women’s fiction.

A bookworm, Eden always has something to read with her. She has a lust for knowledge and enjoys the title of resident geek at home with her husband and children. When Eden isn’t enjoying treks through nature or time on the beach, she’s shooting her traditional bow at field targets or gaming.

Look for more of Eden’s books, and some of her favorite authors on her blog www.EdenFreed.com

Wicked Wednesday #198 — Zombie

Eliza was a little tipsy—she had had two Laphroaigs with her new friend, Josephine. It was really nice for her to sit with a girlfriend, and talk about Oscar and Rafe.
Rafe.
At the hotel bar, they played a mix of songs that included The Doors, fronted by the object of Eliza’s zombie crush. Eliza loved classic rock, and The Doors were one of her favorite bands. In ways, Rafe reminded her of Jim Morrison and she was like Pamela Courson. They were not dissimilar from the couple, aside from the drugs, booze and rock and roll. Their relationship had been beyond tumultuous.
But Eliza knew that she had a connection to Rafe that she could not ever ignore, and it was the same with him. Fiona had told her how he had fallen apart when she broke their engagement. Until he called her at the hotel, and she told him which room she was in…she had tried so hard to forget him. But the moment that he walked into her room, she remembered all too well. It was why this time she felt so much more adhesived to him.
She leaned against the door frame now, as she held her keys in her hand to avoid jingling them. Bouncing on her heels, she kicked off her shoes. Barefoot, she found Rafe coming out of the bathroom. She kissed him, wrapped her arms about his neck and put all her of weight on him.
“You’ve been drinking,” he smiled, wrapping his arms about her.
“I made a friend, I am not drunk…” She kissed him again, she knew that she did not have to do much to encourage him. He pulled her close against him, and kissed her slow and soft.
Eliza kept hearing the lyrics from the The Doors song, “Easy Ride” in her head. There was a line in “Easy Ride,” about exploring the mess that you are. She was a mess, fresh off the street and her makeup smeared from kissing him. Her clownish face in the mirror confronted her, but her body moved in pre-orgasmic bliss to “Easy Ride” playing in her mind.
Rafe moved with her, even though he did not know what she was moving to. Eliza pressed herself to him, and swayed.
“And I know it’s going to be an easy ride…” she sang off-key.
And it was.

I know you want to hear “Easy Ride” now, right?

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the doors via wikipedia

E[lust] No. 80 featuring A Bit of Filth and a Picture of Me…

Photo courtesy of Penny’s Dirty Thoughts

This is E[lust] 80, and my story “A Bit of Filth” is included. And this time, one of my photographs is on the side bar. You might recognize this one…
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Enjoy!!!

Welcome to Elust #80 –

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #81 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Something Meaningful
The debate goes on
Trim

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

No Take Backsies: Sexual “Politeness”
THE Process

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

He’s not a Tumblr Dom
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Masturbation Monday No. 80

Nichy heard her breath deepen as she lie on her side. Gavin’s arm was stretched out in possession it felt like, across her body.

And she loved it.

He had made love to her like a madman. She barely had time to catch her breath when they went to his place.

He pulled her hair, and she rolled her neck in response inside the apartment. She closed her eyes at the soothing sensation, as he pressed her up against the wall and rolled her head against the wall. The sound of her head bobbing the wall mirrored the throb of her heart and between her legs. His lips seared her when they touched her skin.

“I wanted to touch you the entire time I was away Nichy…” Gavin said, against her neck.

Later Nichy nuzzled into him as they spooned. She felt safe and protected, with his body behind hers. His breath comforted her.

On her dresser, she saw her phone flash in the dark. The quick glimpse of a juicy peach let her know it was Renee. She picked up the phone, and when she did she saw Renee and Tyler. Tyler was curled over Renee, who was on all fours. The image was a reflection from the mirror, in what Nichy assumed must have been Tyler’s apartment where she had never been.

She snuggled deeper into Gavin, the warmth of his body and the lack of pretense. She knew Renee and Tyler were giving it to her because she was with Gavin. Renee had been all over her before she got to the airport, and Tyler had nagged her so much about her never going to his place. The picture of them having sex was manipulative, and she felt happy that was not what she and Gavin were about.

He wrapped his arm about her breasts and kissed her neck right then.

Nichy savored his touch.

“Gavin?” she whispered.

He did not answer and she realized he was still asleep. She closed her eyes but then she caught a flash of his phone. She saw MJ from Spider Man, and her blood ran cold. Gavin had told her that he used to call his ex Maggie Jane, MJ. And for her, he used the MJ image on his phone as his image for her.

Nichy’s nipples became icy under his touch. She knew that they were not committed, and that was why she was able to get involved with Renee and Tyler while he was away. But he had told her that he was not in contact with MJ anymore. Why was she calling him this late at night?

Her nipples warmed, as Gavin caressed them. He kissed her neck, and her breath became heavier. When he touched her, she stopped thinking about MJ. He was with her, and her body ached for him. Her body responded to him with the same ease, with which she slipped under him and he covered her body.

His phone buzzed, and she looked up at him.

“MJ,” he said, under his breath.

While he was still inside her…

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MJ via wikipedia

Kink of the Week, March 1-15: Needle Play

It was an accident really.

Laura was enjoying herself with Charles, her body arched up toward him and his hands splayed over the small of her back. She felt so cherished beneath his hands, so she was startled when she felt something like a third hand from Charles scratch her.

It was not until after when she was spooning with him, that he kissed her back and told her he tasted blood. There was a spring poking out of the mattress, and she had an ugly scratch on her back that she did not even fully feel because she was floating with endorphins from their lovemaking.

It was then, that she wanted to play with sharp instruments while they were having sex. Something about being so aroused that she did not feel pain, turned her on hard.

They played with a knife, with the thorns of a rose…safety pins and finally needles.

When Charles caressed her earlobes with a needle while he was kissing her neck, Laura actually responded to the sharp tip as if he had touched her clit. It was a sharp sensation, but felt nice as he caressed her earlobe. When he scratched her ear with the needle, she closed her eyes and like always…she came. She started to need that extra roughness to come, or more so she needed the sharp pinch to contrast her orgasm. Like sweet and sour, she needed both extremes to come.

Wanting even more, wanting to be pushed even more, she started looking at needle art.

Maybe a temporary corset? She saw a picture in a magazine for an alternative model. The woman looked like Bettie Page, and in her full-color spread, she had a gorgeous temporary corset piercing. Big pins kept the corset’s ribbons in place.

Laura noticed that that model was going to be in her city, on a book tour for her coffee table book on corset piercings. The book was expensive, but Laura wanted to talk to her. She wanted to know more.

On the line, she caressed the tip of her finger with a safety pin. Laura even liked solo needle play now. She would slip the needles thought the very tip of her finger, and then play with herself. Once the needle just grazed her clitoris…

…and she came so hard.

Squeezing her legs together and playing with the needle, she came right there on the line. Right before she was to talk with the fetish model, and she was so embarrassed because she was panting and sweating.

Laura got off the line.

At home, she caressed her clit after she took the needles out of her fingers. She had raised skin on the tips of her fingers, and she caressed herself with those tips. The roughness was not as good as a pin, but it did make her feel so sensitive…she came again. She made herself come over and over.

Finally, on the bed with her legs spread and her eyes closed, she felt the tip of a needle on her stomach. Her eyes flew open.

She had not even heard Charles come in. When she opened her eyes, he was caressing her with a needle and she came harder than she had all afternoon…

More Kink of the Week here:

corset piercing via wikipedia

Sinful Sunday, Week 257 — Noir

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My Sexy Saturday — Sexy Says It All

Sexy does say it all! This “hands-free” erotic story I wrote for Hot Octopuss is silent, but the sexy does say a lot!!! Here is a snippet from “The Sound of (Not Quite) Silent!”

Liz’s boyfriend Ed came over every night—Janine could not blame Liz for needing the release after her long workday. Liz and Ed had sex every night.

Loudly.

The first time, they must have moved the bed because there was a loud dragging sound. Then soft moaning, which elevated into not so hushed whispers.

“Pull my hair,” Liz whispered loudly. “Harder.”

You can read the entire story on Hot Octopuss’s blog, and you can read more My Sexy Saturday here.

Sticky Note No. 12

This particular sticky note has
inspiration from a lot of places–and I know that I am going to expound upon it…but for now in its present form, it is here for your consumption:
Joanna was so tired sleep came to her like a desired lover. She tilted her neck to the side as if to receive a kiss, then closed her eyes. As she moved between consciousnesses, she slipped her hand under her nightgown and dragged her fingernails between her breasts, over her navel and just above her pubic hair…just above…

More sticky notes here.

Wicked Wednesday #197 — Weird (And A New Call for Submissions!!!)

“I came over to talk you because I know that the other day must have been weird for you…”
Eliza felt weird taking her Laphroaig neat from another bartender. But she had waited to talk to Josephine after her shift. She knew that she had put Josephine in an awkward situation without meaning to, and she wanted to clear the air.

“You looked so awkward when you saw Rafe and Oscar together, and I felt bad about it. You were trying to protect me…”

“I was not in a situation that I have not been in before…I just figured that you were an eccentric socialite like your namesake…” Josephine took a sip of her Laphroaig, and smiled.

“My namesake?”
“You know Eliza Jumel? No one has ever teased you about that?”

Eliza laughed, and shook her head.

“No. I do not even know who that is?!”

“An eccentric socialite, she lived in a mansion that I have been to a few times. Rumor has it that she haunts the place.”
Eliza smiled awkwardly. She had never heard of this place, and wondered if Josephine was teasing her. She did not have a lot of girlfriends, but she knew that girlfriends did like to tease each other. Fiona teased her often enough, but she was more her sister than anything else.

“Well anyway,” Josephine continued, waving her hand. “I have been in that situation a lot. I work at an upscale sexy hotel bar. I am either hiding other people’s secrets, or my own…”

Eliza stared at Josephine for a long moment. Josephine grinned,

“I have secrets too, Eliza. You know your namesake bragged that she was close friends with Josephine Bonaparte…maybe we could be close friends?”
“I don’t have a lot of female friends, it would be nice to have one…”
“Well I already know so much about you, and what you like to drink…” Josephine lifted her glass at the bartender. They were not even done with the first set, and there were two neat Laphroaigs placed before them.

Eliza arranged her two Laphroaigs side by side, and reveled in their smoky scent.

“Certainly is not awful to have a bartender for a friend!”

“I have better liquor in my apartment, trust me. You should come over sometime and bring whichever guy you want to…”

“Rafe is my fiancé…” Eliza whispered.

“I know, he made it very clear. But you love Oscar…”
“I do, I have loved him for a very long time. And loving him has made me a different person. But I cannot live without Rafe. We tried, and we got back together. We cannot live without each other…”
“So do you love him, or are you addicted to him?”

“Both. When I broke the engagement, I was so mad at him and it was easy to be without him. But he came to the hotel and I — we fell so easily into each other. It is so easy with him, and miss him physically when I am not with him. Not just intimately. It is just so easy to be with him. He is part of me…”

“So you love them both…”

“I do…”

It was lovely to confide her love in her new girlfriend…

My publisher Riverdale Avenue Books has a new anthology coming out, based on the Morris-Jumel mansion–Eliza Jumel was a real person, and a namesake for my Eliza!!! Which was weird so…ahem… The details for the anthology can be found here, and on my Calls for Submissions page!!!

Update–you can buy a copy of the anthology here!

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