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My Sexy Saturday–What is Your Idea of Sexy?

This is my first My Sexy Saturday of the year! What is my idea of sexy? Well without getting into details, this story that I wrote for Volonté by Lelo, is filled with some of my sexy notions! The story is called “Shop Girl.” Here is a snippet:

“I need to be inside of you, Yvette…” he whispered, chewing on the tip of her earlobe.

His fingers slipped down into her panties, and she put her hand over his. Cole thought she was being shy, but Yvette moaned like he had never heard her moan before, as her hand joined his. Then he realized that he felt a bit of string inside her.

“I need you inside me too, but I need to this take out…”
“You have your period?’

Yvette giggled.

“No, I am just getting my workout done…down there…”

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Wicked Wednesday #188 — Believe in Yourself!!!

Believe in yourself…

That was the quiet mantra that Margaux played over and over in her head. From the time that she did not move to New York with Laure, as close as they were as sisters…New York was Laure’s dream not hers. When she doubted her decision when alone in Paris, she told Laure. Laure had told her:

“Believe in yourself.”

Margaux wrapped her arms about herself, and Rafe looked at her.

“Are you cold?”
She shook her head, and smiled.

Why was it with all of the things that she had been through in her life, that right now with him, she felt more insecure than she ever had? She knew she was beautiful, it was a curse and a blessing. She knew that Rafe wanted her and that was fine, she wanted him. But she had never wanted a man before that she knew there would be no chance to be in anything deeper with. Usually men wanted her, she was not one who needed to have a man however she could have him.

“Why is it,” Rafe questioned his hand on her lap. “that I feel nervous around you like I am a boy about to have my first woman?”

Margaux was startled to hear him say that but before she could say anything, his mouth slanted across her parted lips. She licked her lips after because they felt dry, but his moist mouth was on them again before she had finished. His tongue caressed the tip of hers, and his hand on her thigh slipped under her dress. Her dress was short, from her thighs to her wet labia was a simple sojourn for his hand. He barely touched her, and she was ready to come. One half circle on her clit with his finger, and she was completely undone.

“You’re good at this…” she smiled.

Rafe frowned.

“I am sorry…” she started, without even knowing why she was sorry. “What did I say wrong?”

Rafe studied her, and moved his hand from between her legs.

“This is not a game for me. I am not on a hunt…I want you…” He looked down at her thighs, and licked each finger that had been between her legs.

Margaux squirmed as he did so, looking in her eyes and not blinking.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck and nibbling on the soft tip of her ear.

He said beautiful to her, and her heart beat faster. She knew he thought she was beautiful by the way he looked at her, but to hear him say it. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of his touch.

Until he stopped.

Her eyes shot open.

“I do not want to rush with you Margaux. I want you to believe in me, to believe in us…”

“Us?” she smirked.

Rafe did not smile.

“I want to get to know you, every part of you…”

His hand went under her dress again, and his fingers hooked inside of her. She gasped, and he moved his hand.

“I know how to touch you here,” he said and hooked his finger inside her again. She thought she was going to come until he moved his fingers. He trailed his long fingers up over her belly and between her breasts. He moved his finger in a half circle about one breast. “But I want to touch you here.”

His fingers on her heart, he did not know he already had touched her there.

But she did not believe enough in them to feel it.

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Masturbation Monday No. 70

Theodora and Renee encouraged Nichy to go to a fancier bar than usual. It was Theodora’s night off, and she wanted to go to a bar that one of her bfriends worked at.
Nichy was dumbstruck when they got out of the cab at the hotel. The hotel was familiar to her. It was the hotel that Dorian had taken her to during that episode of theirs, when she had given Gavin reason to question her.
“Are you okay honey?” Theodora asked, pushing her long her out of her face and adjusting her tortoise-shell glasses. 
“Yes,” Nichy shrugged, as Renee eyed her.
It was obvious after they got there why Theodora had recommended the fancy hotel bar. When they sat at the bar, the bartender smiled widely at Theodora. Nichy gasped. Caroline was behind the bar—the woman that had posed provocatively for Theodora when Nichy was at the bar with her a while ago.
Caroline was beautiful, and Nichy could not help but notice the shadow of Caroline’s large nipples under her white shirt. Caroline smiled at her, and Nichy smiled back.
“So your girlfriend is a bartender?” Renee said suddenly, with a bitter tone.
“She is the guest bartender tonight for a company function. I met Caroline when we were bartending together, and she was getting her Masters. She works as a business consultant, but she kept bragging about how good her bartending skills were to her co-workers so…”
“Better than yours baby!” Caroline said, coming around the bar. She kissed Theodora softly at first, but then her kiss deepened and her hands flared on Theodora’s hips like wings. They kissed like no one was there, before Caroline took Theodora’s hand and headed toward a group of people.
“She wanted to come here, so I could meet Caroline and she could show me that I am not important to her…” Renee said absently.
“Do you want to be important to her?’

“What are you ladies drinking? Everything is on the house, you are Caroline’s guests right?” The new bartender asked.
“Of course,” Renee said to him. “Give me a gin and tonic.”
“Ma’am?” he asked Nichy.
“The same,” Nichy answered, and in the same breath asked Renee again. “Do you want to be important to her?”
Renee took a sip of her gin and tonic, and hors d’oeuvres that were offered to them.
It was a long while before Theodora returned to the bar with Caroline.
“Let’s get out of here. Caroline is just back from her trip, and she does not want to be here all night.” Theodora kissed Caroline, and Nichy got up. When Theodora and Caroline pulled apart, Nichy saw Dorian in the distance. She twisted the rings on her finger nervously. If she saw him, he was not going to make a scene. But even so, she was not sure how they were going to relate to each other.
He looked up, recognized her in the distance and stared at her.
Nichy was filled with odd desire. Seeing Caroline in person after the show that she put on for Theodora’s phone, and seeing them touching each other now…
…plus the sexy ruminations that she had had about Dorian just hours ago, remembering how they had made love to bring herself off while she missed Gavin.
Nichy discreetly plucked the damp crotch of her panties from between her lips. She ran her hand through her hair, and smelled herself on the tips of her fingers. As if beckoned over, Dorian looked away from her. She looked down, and he was gone.
Just like her memories from that morning, but he left a stain on her stickier than his come could ever be all over her.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 247: Windows

 


This is the place where I had an amazing pancetta scone last year.

And this is my new home: I am now self-hosted–this is fdotleonora.com.

My home is your home…

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Wicked Wednesday #187 — Now!!!

Eliza would remember the reflection of the lantern, when he turned her on the staircase and arched her back like something out off of an old Hollywood movie. She would remember when they almost kissed, their faces close together and the aura of his breath making her quiver.

She had quivered when she saw Oscar in the restaurant. They had been to that restaurant before. She was not there because she wanted to see him, but because she wanted sushi. That was at least the narrative that she told herself.

It was not unlike the first time that they met. He was at the bar, sipping a drink. Eliza assumed whiskey because she knew that he liked that. She stood in front of him, and watched his breath move his body gently. Then increase with her proximity. Everything was fine with Rafe, she was in a much better place than when she had met Oscar that night. But she was alone, and he was alone. The way he looked at her, as his breath deepened and she stopped breathing all together.

She wanted him.

Now.

They used to go to that restaurant, because there was a hotel nearby that her company had an account with. Neither one of them was inhibited about renting a decadent room for the afternoon, in which to make love like it was their job.

His knees caressed the front of her body when she got closer to him. She looked at him, her heart light. She had not seen Oscar alone since before she and Rafe got back together.

She moved her lips to say something, and Oscar put his fingers to them. Eliza was not sure what inanity she was going to release from her mouth, but as soon as he touched it she knew she wanted him right then and there.

Oscar did not get his sushi, as he tilted her precariously over the winding staircase. She saw the reflection of the lantern upside down as he pressed his torso to hers.

Eliza swore that she saw a conspiratorial smile on the face of the hotel clerk, who she knew recognized them when they arrived.

Now, she kept thinking, now. Finally now they were going to be together, and it was all that filled her heart and mind.

“You did not get your food,” Eliza smiled, looking up at him. “You left your order there, and now we are never going to be able to go back there…”
Oscar’s lips pressed against hers on a slant. He almost kissed her on the staircase, but now he kissed her for real.

It was then that Eliza realized that Rafe had not meant to hurt her when he had gotten involved with Sandrine without telling her. Sometimes you wanted someone—now—and there was no  time to ask if that was okay with your partner. You needed—she needed to be with Oscar…

Now.

She stepped out of the puddle of her dress on the floor, Oscar pressed his hands over her naked curves. He had established that they were not going to talk—yet—but she knew that he wanted to know if she had gone to work without any underwear at all.

But he did not say anything to her, as his hands pressed her buttocks and she rubbed herself against the front of him like a kitten. Eliza rubbed against him more provocatively, until he did slapped her backside over and over. She wanted to look in the mirror to see the redness, instead she closed her eyes and all she could see was the lantern reflected in the window as they left the restaurant where he left his food and decided it was time for dessert.

Now.

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Guest Blogger Rose C. Carole Caters To Our Needs!!!

I met Rose C. Carole at BDSM Writers Con, which I wrote about and have pictures of. She is one of the organizers of the event–which I cannot wait to return to next year! At the time, she told me about Catering to His Needs. I was salivating–I mean food and kinky sex? This is the stuff (my) dreams are made of! I invited Rose to promote then and there, and here she is! 

I want to thank Leonora for generously allowing me to guest on her blog and promote my new book. I met her at the BDSM Writers Con in New York City last August and it was great to get to know her.

Writing about BDSM is a challenge. For those unfamiliar with the lifestyle but are intrigued by it, it is difficult to make them understand how people engaging in what appears to be dangerous and abusive behavior are actually creating a very intimate connection. I think the element that transcends everything is showing passion. Everyone understands passion.

For my new series Kitchen Confessions, it was my goal to create a world of characters most readers could relate to and then show how BDSM could play a role in it. As much as I love a good billionaire story, I wanted to bring the dynamic to a more down-to-earth level—exploring how it would look with people pursuing careers, raising families, juggling all the other demands that life brings everyday—and figuring out how to create passion in the midst of all that chaos.

The first book, Catering to His Needs, is all about how family can be the deterrent to finding new love. The book blurb reads

Ethan is at his wit’s end. Gina, his brother’s ex-wife, has threatened to reveal that Ethan is a member of the Playground, an exclusive BDSM club, unless she gets more alimony from the family trust fund. The scandal that would arise from such a revelation must be avoided at all costs–not only for the sake of Ethan’s reputation, but for the future of his relationship with his treasured sub, Rebecca. 

Rebecca is a single mother working hard to expand her catering business. The only peace she finds from her building stress is in the handcuffs of her strong Dom, Ethan. But Rebecca’s life is not her own. Her teenage son is not handling Rebecca’s divorce well, and Rebecca feels the responsibility for her son’s happiness like a weight on her shoulders. Between her business and her son, she has little time for herself–or the growing emotional demands from her Dom.

Ethan is determined to take their relationship to the next level, and Rebecca is equally determined not to upset her son further by revealing that she has a new man in her life. Fortunately, Ethan is a Dom with a passionate interest in seeing that his sub is happy–even if he has to whip some sense into her. He’s making progress until suddenly his own problems take a turn for the worse. His brother Zach has gone missing under suspicious circumstances and now it’s all Ethan can do just to keep himself out of jail. The cat, as they say, is out of the bag.

As their lives spiral out of control, will Ethan and Rebecca be able to find a way back into each other’s arms?

Excerpt:

He heard her car come up the lane and went to meet her. He directed her to a spot where she wouldn’t block him in if they wanted to go out during the weekend and approached. He walked up to the car, opened her door, then took her hand and helped her out. He embraced her and gave her a quick kiss.

She looked delicious in a simple blue sundress that brought out the blue in her eyes, which at the moment looked that deep azure color he recognized when she was full of expectation, confirmed by her half smile. Good. She would play right into his plans.

“Welcome to my home. I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Me too. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” She regarded him shyly through her long lashes.

“Our D/s dynamic starts right now, Rebecca. Give me your car keys, then get out your uniform. I’ll bring the rest of your things into the house. I want you to go around back into the fenced area. You will find your instructions on the bench. Once you follow them, I will meet you there.”

A momentary look of panic crossed her face and he wasn’t sure she was going to do what he’d asked. But he didn’t push her at this point. He needed her to go willingly, so he just waited until she squared her shoulders and calmed herself.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally said in a clear voice.

“That’s my girl,” he assured her. “Now go.”

She proceeded to the back gate, and he set about collecting her small suitcase, the knife roll and the bags of groceries she had brought. Once inside, he put the perishables into the fridge, glancing out of the window on a regular basis to make sure she was okay. Then he left the house, cloaking himself in his serious Dom mode. He had a point to make, and he wanted to make sure she understood how important it was that she got it.

* * * *

Rebecca stood looking at the paper grasped in her trembling fingers. I can do this, she told herself. Ethan wouldn’t allow her to expose herself to strangers, but she still looked around furtively to make sure no one was looking.

She read the words again.

Strip.

Put on your uniform.

Put the larger cuffs on your ankles.

Put the smaller cuffs on your wrists.

Place your clothes, your cell and purse in the metal box under the bench and secure it shut.

Once you have done all of the above, turn the paper over.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she slowly took off her clothes and folded them carefully on the bench then put on the garter belt, stockings and black stilettos she had brought. After securing the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, she put her clothes and purse into the box and shut it. Another deep breath—and another. Then she turned over the paper.

Take the end of the chain on the fence and secure it around your neck with the attached lock.

Oh, my God, really? They had a whole weekend to explore their Dom/sub relationship, and needless to say, it was starting off with a bang. Well, she had wanted to delve into their dynamic more fully than for just an evening. She sure got what she’d asked for—a challenge every step of the way. Her whole body shook and she had to take some more deep breaths to calm herself down. Then she walked over to the narrow chain tethered to the fence, secured the loose end around her neck with the small padlock and sat quickly down on the bench to keep from falling over her trembling legs. And she waited—and waited.

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Masturbation Monday No. 69/ Kink of the Week Dec. 16-31: Semen

Nichy was on her knees straddling her pillow, so that her bottom hit the headboard as she rode it. She had started on her back, but that had not been enough because she was so horny. She closed her eyes tight and rode her pillow, until she got a cramp in her leg.

On her back again, her hands roved all over her body and caressed the tightness of her cramp until it disappeared. Her hand drifted from her thigh, immediately between her legs and onto her breast right after. She still literally felt Gavin on her. In her. He had left before the sun had come up, to go on a business trip.

His first.

Nichy was overwhelmed because she wanted him and he was not there. But she felt him as she pleasured herself and she smiled with her eyes closed, thinking about how delicious it felt because the sex was so new and like a drug. She wanted him all the time. Nichy had not had sex for a while, and now she was overdosing on it.

On Gavin.

But as she closed her eyes and drowned in the sensation of recent sex, she thought about how it would be nice when she knew that she did not have to be safe with him. When she could let Gavin come in her mouth, and anywhere he wanted to all over her body. It was nice when she was that close to a man she was with. When there was no fear. When she was with Dorian and Graham, there were no holds barred. Nothing was held back. She loved their come anywhere that she got it.

Dorian loved that she used to take him so deep and so enthusiastically. Graham loved pushing her past her comfort zone, and made her crave his come wherever he chose to deposit it. He liked to take her in public, and know what she was filled with his come and she would have to return to a dinner table in her expensive dresses—he loved to dress her up—and know that she was leaking him.

Nichy loved it. She had loved it the most when she was not wearing panties, so she leaked right to her dress. She was with Dorian and Graham that night.

Nichy shoved her fingers into herself even deeper when she thought about how it had felt to have both of them at the same time. To have both of them come on her, in her, everywhere around her. She had loved best the taste and scent of their fluids—her own included—that surrounded her.

The thought of it made her so wet, she penetrated herself almost like they had penetrated her that night. Her fingernails dug into her breast when she made herself come. Nichy could smell the remembered scent of raw sex that night, and crossed her legs. Her thighs were damp with her come, but she knew that there was nothing of Gavin’s come in her.

And she wanted his.

For now, she was just thankful that he had been, and would be in bed with her.

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Submission Deadlines for my Victorian Era and Femdom Anthologies!!!

It is crunch time! The deadlines for my Victorian Era and femdom anthologies are inching closer. I have some AMAZING stories already, and am looking for more!

The deadline for the Victorian anthology is December 31, 2015–you can find the details here. The deadline for the Femdom anthology is January 31, 2016–you can find those details here.

I am looking for everything! New and seasoned writers, intricate twists and concepts and most of all? Something that makes me cross and uncross my legs on the train when I read it!

I am not a demanding editrix at all!

 

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Sinful Sunday, Week 246: The Perfect Gift

  
This was given to me by my friend and TIE ME UP author, Del Carmen. I think it was the perfect gift!!!

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Wicked Wednesday #186 — Summarize

“So to summarize,” Carla cornered Margaux in a corner of the party. “You met Rafe Stewart at your sister’s dinner party with his fiancee?”

“Yes,” Margaux said, her body still filled with the excitement of seeing him. She trembled just talking about him. “How do you know him?”
Carla stared at her.

“Do you know why he left the party?”

Margaux shook her head, as Carla beckoned her closer.

“Because Marcus?” Carla mouthed. “and him are kind of enemies.”

“Why?”

“Because Marcus did not fuck Eliza, and because Rafe did fuck Sandrine—who is married to Marcus.”

“Rafe and Eliza have an open marriage?” Margaux questioned.

Carla nodded.

“You like Rafe, don’t you? Be careful. He and Eliza have been through hell and back, but they are solid. He might get involved with you, but you will never be anything more than a sideshow to Eliza. Unless you are not looking for anything serious…”

Margaux felt woozy, as she finished her drink.

“I just said hi to him, there is no need for a warning Carla.”
“Hey, I am just looking out for you. Rafe can be damned charming. He can get a lot of women  to drop their pants just from looking at him. You’re beautiful, if you just want a good time have it…but if you want more, be careful.”
Margaux did not go right away, but she did go outside of the house to get fresh air and because she felt her heart in her throat. She put her hand on her chest, and felt like she was in an old black and white movie from one of the studios.

One that Myrna Loy might have been in even.

Margaux turned around as if she felt someone looking at her.

“Rafe.”

She watched him, surprised he was there and not. It was like a part of her knew he would be there, but she was pleasantly surprised as well.

“I was thinking about going back in. For you…” he began.
“Rafe…”

“Margaux…”

When he mimicked her, she felt moved and discouraged. He made her feel so many contradictions. She wrapped her arms tight about herself, as he came closer to her.

“I just didn’t want it to seem like I left because I saw you…” Rafe continued.

“I know you didn’t—I knew it wasn’t me…”

Rafe studied her.

“You talked to Marcus…”
“No, Carla…”

Rafe frowned.

“Oh her…”

“She told me…”

“What?’

Margaux fell mute.

“Just tell me Margaux, what did Carla tell you about me?”

“She told me to be careful…”
Rafe looked at her, and she unfolded her arms.

“Why?”

“Because you are engaged to Eliza, who I know is beautiful and lovely and intelligent and…
“You are all of those things as well. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you the last time. I was not expecting to see you again, and you have caused me a lot of trouble…”

Margaux stared at him, pointed at herself.

“Me?”

Rafe leaned against the house.

“Eliza and I have an open relationship. We just broke up because I did not tell her about a woman I got involved with, and I cannot live without Eliza…I do not know how I am going to tell her that I need to get to know another woman better. But I need to get to know you better Margaux.”
He took her hand and she trembled, as he lifted it to his lips. Margaux quivered under his kiss, as he looked into her eyes. “I do not have to go back in because I found you…”

He summarized her thoughts.

 

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