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Guest Blogger and Fellow To Obey Her Author Jim Lyon Dazzles Us Today!!!

I am so thrilled to be in Jillian Boyd’s new anthology, To Obey Her! I am even more pleased to host the other authors in the book on my blog. Jim Lyon has a story in To Obey Her, he is an erotica veteran and very much the real deal. Read on, and be dazzled by him!!!

I liked the idea of becoming a writer from an early age, although specializing in erotica was not what I initially envisioned. While attending college I dabbled in various writing pursuits ranging from playwriting to entertainment journalism, and probably would have tried my hand at writing erotica if the opportunity had presented itself; alas, it did not.

It wasn’t until the Internet came along and websites offering erotic stories of every description began popping up, that I had my first inclination to write smut. After visiting a few sites that featured user-written kinky stories, most of which were terrible, I quickly realized that I could do a much better job. And I was right. Before long I found myself moonlighting as the story editor for the now-defunct ownme.com, one of the naughtier websites of that era.

Fast forward several years, and I decided to transition from erotica hobbyist to professional. I spent several months writing my first book-length erotic story and then steeled myself to the task of finding a publisher. I sent my first round of queries out on a Thursday, and the following Monday received a terse email that read: “We like your book, and will send a contract soon.”

And thus my career as an erotic writer began in earnest. I have since published six kinky books and had several stories included in various anthologies, notably I.Lover and The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol. 1, and most recently House of Erotica’s To Obey Her: Femdom Erotica Stories, an anthology where one of Leonora’s stories is also published.

Virtually every one of my books includes some variation of femdom activities. I’m an equal opportunity femdom writer, so it’s as likely as not that the dynamic in my stories is F/f rather than F/m, or even both. Indeed, Mistress Stephanie’s Strays is a polyamorous adventure with a single mistress and four submissives, two of which are male and two female, plus a female switch.

My first publisher was essentially a pioneer in erotic e-book publishing. As a consequence, its contracts only covered e-book rights. As I became acclimated to being a published erotica writer, I started exploring options available to publish in other mediums besides ebook format.

The path of least resistance turned out to be audiobooks. Serendipitously, I discovered Audible.com, which has a small army of independent narrators for hire, and I have been able to act as the director and publisher of the audio versions of all my books. Who knows better than the author how the characters should speak and act? Having experience directing plays has come in real handy, too.

This experience has inspired me to move into publishing erotica under the banner of Wordwooze Publishing. All the authors that I take on, routinely get their books published in both e-book and audiobook editions. Once they hear their work narrated by a skilled voice artist they are hooked, there’s no going back.

I’ve gotten to be quite the audiobook erotica enthusiast. I encouraged the BDSM Group on Goodreads to expand its scope to include audiobooks, and as a result they recruited me to become a moderator focused on that. I now preside over the group’s BDSM Audiosmut section. I’m sure my parents would be proud if they were still alive.

As both an author and a publisher of naughty books, I am always in search of articulate erotica fans interested in reviewing my ebooks and audiobooks. If that is something that interests you, please get in touch via the following contact portal: http://www.wordwooze.com/contact.html.

The books below are currently available for review. Please indicate a preference for e-book (specify .pdf or mobi ) or audiobook format.

Skin Effect: More Erotic Science Fiction and Fantasy Erotica
By M. Christian

The Accidental Domme
By Jim Lyon

Erotic Daydreams
By Valerie Brundage

Uncharted Territory: A Story of Femdom Kismet
By Jim Lyon

Oh, Those Darn Dominant MILFs: The Goddesses of Suburbia
By Ralph Greco, Jr.

Virtual Reality Mistress
By Jim Lyon

Bionic Lover: An Erotic Lesbian Romance
By M. Christian

Ten Shades of Submission: A Femdom Anthology
By Jim Lyon

Naughty Tales of Leather & Latex: Laugh Out Loud Lesbian Humor
By Roxy Katt

Mistress Stephanie’s Strays: A Tale of Polyamorous Domination and Submission
By Jim Lyon

Femdom Alchemy
By Jim Lyon

My Sexy Saturday — Bring It Home for Sexy

So as the title of this post says–bring it home for sexy! I am pleased to announce that TO OBEY HER edited by Jillian Boyd is now available for sale!!! Here is a glimpse of my story to amp your sexy!!!

Not one for public demonstrations of affection, Annette melted when she felt Sabrina’s hand high on her thigh under the table after she sat down. She could not remember what it felt like to be in love before she was in love with Sabrina. Annette closed her eyes with pleasure, as Sabrina gripped her thigh with possession.

She loved Sabrina, it scared and thrilled her. Her leg curled around her calf, as she shifted under Sabrina’s lazy, but possessive touch.

“Are you wet?” Sabrina asked her under her breath.

Annette nodded vigorously, then realized that Sabrina was not looking at her.

Hot enough for you? Plenty more where that came from!!!

More My Sexy Sarturday here!

Call for (Femdom) Submissions: Update

I am accepting submissions for my upcoming femdom anthology until January 31, you can read all that you need to know on my Calls for Submissions page…

Also on my Calls for Submissions page, are calls for Sexy Little Pages and Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2. If you are an editor, I am more than happy to include your submissions there as well!

But remember, there is only one more week for my femdom anthology!!! I would love a blizzard of submissions! It would surely thrill me more than the blizzard that we had in New York City…and heat me up as well!!!

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!

the bookkeeper by van dijk via wikipedia

Prompted: The Anthology!!!

I was not planning to enter this contest, but since my friend Oleander was lovely enough to host it–I did! Julia Von Rist was the winner, read her story here, and find the rest of the results here!

And then? This prompt/contest turned into an anthology, courtesy of the genius of Oleander! She asked me to be her co-editor, as we have worked on two anthologies together already (Chemical [se}X and Tie Me Up). This third time is already the charm!

I hardly think this is going to be our last endeavor, in fact I know it is not! But this is our third project, and I am pleased as pie. Oleander wrote an amazing post about Prompted yesterday along with the cover reveal. The cover is a photograph I took, with warm shades of magenta…I was on the train, and took this picture based on a comment that sub-Bee made on this post. I took the photo, because it reminded me of the image that she described:

There is something truly hot about being on my knees in front of a man in a suit.

Here is a teaser from my story, to get you by until Prompted is out! Make sure to follow our Twitter and Facebook page, as well!

Veronica wanted him so bad, sometimes she couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t because he was one of the top executives in her company, she had ached for him before that. When he was an architect just out of grad school she had, and now he was a partner at the firm. She started as a receptionist, and now she was an executive assistant.
His.
Their careers were in very different directions, but they had known each other the entire time. He did not have that air about him that so many of the others at the firm did. He was always accessible and warm to her. Whether he was going to a meeting and wore jeans á la business casual–the way only he knew how–or he was in a three-piece suit, his affect on her was almost fatal.
He had a particular passion for watches, his one excess, his one vanity and she admired it. He had catalogs from all of the auction houses on a shelf in his library. She got them all, either walking to the one that was near them or having them messengered over.
Veronica bid for him over the phone. He never had a limit, he just expected her to win it and she always did. Including one for his former fiancée. It had been hard for her to look at the delicate diamond piece that he had selected for her. Veronica knew he did not ask for it back when they ended their engagement, and that made her crush on him even harder.
If that was possible.
Her fingers moved languorously over the red tab that marked the pocket watch that he had his eye on. She let her finger linger over it, imagining it on his lightly haired wrist. Veronica especially wanted to win this watch for him. He was moody since he had broken up with his fiancée, and it was would cheer him up.
Veronica waited on the phone, while she was looking at his schedule. Being his right-hand also meant that she was responsible for all of the administrative staff, so when a literal fight broke out between two of her admins…she had to run to break it up.
When she came back to her desk, she had underestimated the time it would take for his lot to come up. Damn it! She had missed the lot! His lot!
It was with a heavy tail between her legs, that she knocked on his door. He sat inside facing it.
“Can you close the door, Veronica?”
She nodded, her tight chignon even tighter as she did.
“You were not at your desk, and you missed the lot.”
“How did–“
She wanted to snatch back her words, how dare she question him? Nervously, she tugged at the edge of her silk blouse first, then her pearls.
“How did I know? I just happened to get off of my conference call early, and was going to tell you I could do it for a change. When I buzzed you, you were not at your desk…”
She twisted the pearls, and bit her lip.
“You’ve never disappointed me before V, this is uncharted territory for us. You are always perfect. How are you going to make me feel better…about this?”
The length of his gorgeous tall frame was slouched in his chair.
“So much is going wrong around me V, and now even you…”
“I always want to please you–“
He raised an eyebrow at her. His desolate expression shifted, as he studied her face.
“I usually please you don’t I?” she asked.
He sat up straight, and suddenly in her silk dress that was only sheer on the top and the edge of the skirt, Veronica felt transparent.
“You always please me V, you always have…”
Veronica was unable to breathe, as he stood up and walked toward her. His finger caressed a tiny polka dot in the sheer area of her dress.
“There is only one thing I want more than that watch, and it cannot be bid on. You do not have a price tag do you Veronica?”
“What do you mean?!” She huffed, her breasts rose between them.
“I phrased that clumsily, I meant you are not for sale. But I want you…I’ve always wanted you.”
Veronica saw that iconic scene from Butterfly 8, when Elizabeth Taylor writes “No Sale,” on a mirror with lipstick.
“But what about your fiancée?”
“I wanted you first…”
“But you never…”
“We work together so I never, but now only you can make me feel better…”
He kissed her, and she pulled away from him panting. He caressed her scalp and loosened her chignon, before he steered her back gently against the door. Veronica held his hand, her finger slipping inside the band of the gorgeous watch he wore today. He took her hand and put the watch on her, slipping it up along her arm until it fit.
“That’s all I want you to wear right now…” he said pulling at his tie.
Veronica took his hand, and kissed it.
“You can leave your suit on, and tighten your tie.”
“Why?”
“It’s how I always imagined it when I fantasized about you…”

This Prompt Got Picked for Fourth Place!!!

I was on the train, and took this picture based on a comment that sub-Bee made on this post. I cautiously took this photo, because it reminded me of the image that she described:
There is something truly hot about being on my knees in front of a man in a suit.

I was not planning to enter this contest, but with that inspiration, and since my friend Oleander was lovely enough to host it–I did!
Congratulations to Julia Von Rist the winner, read her story here, and find the rest of the results here!

For an encore…here is my story–with a new filter on my photo!

Veronica wanted him so bad, sometimes she couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t because he was one of the top executives in her company, she had ached for him before that. When he was an architect just out of grad school she had, and now he was a partner at the firm. She started as a receptionist, and now she was an executive assistant.
His.
Their careers were in very different directions, but they had known each other the entire time. He did not have that air about him that so many of the others at the firm did. He was always accessible and warm to her. Whether he was going to a meeting and wore jeans á la business casual–the way only he knew how–or he was in a three-piece suit, his affect on her was almost fatal.
He had a particular passion for watches, his one excess, his one vanity and she admired it. He had catalogs from all of the auction houses on a shelf in his library. She got them all, either walking to the one that was near them or having them messengered over.
Veronica bid for him over the phone. He never had a limit, he just expected her to win it and she always did. Including one for his former fiancée. It had been hard for her to look at the delicate diamond piece that he had selected for her. Veronica knew he did not ask for it back when they ended their engagement, and that made her crush on him even harder.
If that was possible.
Her fingers moved languorously over the red tab that marked the pocket watch that he had his eye on. She let her finger linger over it, imagining it on his lightly haired wrist. Veronica especially wanted to win this watch for him. He was moody since he had broken up with his fiancée, and it was would cheer him up.
Veronica waited on the phone, while she was looking at his schedule. Being his right-hand also meant that she was responsible for all of the administrative staff, so when a literal fight broke out between two of her admins…she had to run to break it up.
When she came back to her desk, she had underestimated the time it would take for his lot to come up. Damn it! She had missed the lot! His lot!
It was with a heavy tail between her legs, that she knocked on his door. He sat inside facing it.
“Can you close the door, Veronica?”
She nodded, her tight chignon even tighter as she did.
“You were not at your desk, and you missed the lot.”
“How did–”
She wanted to snatch back her words, how dare she question him? Nervously, she tugged at the edge of her silk blouse first, then her pearls.
“How did I know? I just happened to get off of my conference call early, and was going to tell you I could do it for a change. When I buzzed you, you were not at your desk…”
She twisted the pearls, and bit her lip.
“You’ve never disappointed me before V, this is uncharted territory for us. You are always perfect. How are you going to make me feel better…about this?”
The length of his gorgeous tall frame was slouched in his chair.
“So much is going wrong around me V, and now even you…”
“I always want to please you–”
He raised an eyebrow at her. His desolate expression shifted, as he studied her face.
“I usually please you don’t I?” she asked.
He sat up straight, and suddenly in her silk dress that was only sheer on the top and the edge of the skirt, Veronica felt transparent.
“You always please me V, you always have…”
Veronica was unable to breathe, as he stood up and walked toward her. His finger caressed a tiny polka dot in the sheer area of her dress.
“There is only one thing I want more than that watch, and it cannot be bid on. You do not have a price tag do you Veronica?”
“What do you mean?!” She huffed, her breasts rose between them.
“I phrased that clumsily, I meant you are not for sale. But I want you…I’ve always wanted you.”
Veronica saw that iconic scene from Butterfly 8, when Elizabeth Taylor writes “No Sale,” on a mirror with lipstick.
“But what about your fiancée?”
“I wanted you first…”
“But you never…”
“We work together so I never, but now only you can make me feel better…”
He kissed her, and she pulled away from him panting. He caressed her scalp and loosened her chignon, before he steered her back gently against the door. Veronica held his hand, her finger slipping inside the band of the gorgeous watch he wore today. He took her hand and put the watch on her, slipping it up along her arm until it fit.
“That’s all I want you to wear right now…” he said pulling at his tie.
Veronica took his hand, and kissed it.
“You can leave your suit on, and tighten your tie.”
“Why?”
“It’s how I always imagined it when I fantasized about you…”

Discussing The Joy of Anthologies with Kate Hill Today!!!

Last week, Del Carmen featured an excerpt from Tie Me Up on Kate Hill’s blog. Today, I am Kate’s guest! I am talking about the joy of anthologies–go over and see my post!

Pick a prompt, any prompt…

I was not planning to enter this contest, but my friend Oleander casually mentioned she would like it if I did. Well right after she said that to me, I was on the train and took this picture based on a comment that sub-Bee made on this post. I cautiously took this photo, because it reminded me of the image that she described:

There is something truly hot about being on my knees in front of a man in a suit.

I chose prompt number eight (spontaneous office sex) for the contest:
You can enter too!

Veronica wanted him so bad, sometimes she couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t because he was one of the top executives in her company, she had ached for him before that. When he was an architect just out of grad school she had, and now he was a partner at the firm. She started as a receptionist, and now she was an executive assistant.

His.

Their careers were in very different directions, but they had known each other the entire time. He did not have that air about him that so many of the others at the firm did. He was always accessible and warm to her. Whether he was going to a meeting and wore jeans á la business casual–the way only he knew how–or he was in a three-piece suit, his affect on her was almost fatal.

He had a particular passion for watches, his one excess, his one vanity and she admired it. He had catalogs from all of the auction houses on a shelf in his library. She got them all, either walking to the one that was near them or having them messengered over.

Veronica bid for him over the phone. He never had a limit, he just expected her to win it and she always did. Including one for his former fiancée. It had been hard for her to look at the delicate diamond piece that he had selected for her. Veronica knew he did not ask for it back when they ended their engagement, and that made her crush on him even harder.

If that was possible.

Her fingers moved languorously over the red tab that marked the pocket watch that he had his eye on. She let her finger linger over it, imagining it on his lightly haired wrist. Veronica especially wanted to win this watch for him. He was moody since he had broken up with his fiancée, and it was would cheer him up.

Veronica waited on the phone, while she was looking at his schedule. Being his right-hand also meant that she was responsible for all of the administrative staff, so when a literal fight broke out between two of her admins…she had to run to break it up.

When she came back to her desk, she had underestimated the time it would take for his lot to come up. Damn it! She had missed the lot! His lot!

It was with a heavy tail between her legs, that she knocked on his door. He sat inside facing it.

“Can you close the door, Veronica?”

She nodded, her tight chignon even tighter as she did.

“You were not at your desk, and you missed the lot.”

“How did–”

She wanted to snatch back her words, how dare she question him? Nervously, she tugged at the edge of her silk blouse first, then her pearls.

“How did I know? I just happened to get off of my conference call early, and was going to tell you I could do it for a change. When I buzzed you, you were not at your desk…”

She twisted the pearls, and bit her lip.

“You’ve never disappointed me before V, this is uncharted territory for us. You are always perfect. How are you going to make me feel better…about this?”

The length of his gorgeous tall frame was slouched in his chair.

“So much is going wrong around me V, and now even you…”

“I always want to please you–”

He raised an eyebrow at her. His desolate expression shifted, as he studied her face.

“I usually please you don’t I?” she asked.

He sat up straight, and suddenly in her silk dress that was only sheer on the top and the edge of the skirt, Veronica felt transparent.

“You always please me V, you always have…”

Veronica was unable to breathe, as he stood up and walked toward her. His finger caressed a tiny polka dot in the sheer area of her dress.

“There is only one thing I want more than that watch, and it cannot be bid on. You do not have a price tag do you Veronica?”

“What do you mean?!” She huffed, her breasts rose between them.

“I phrased that clumsily, I meant you are not for sale. But I want you…I’ve always wanted you.”

Veronica saw that iconic scene from Butterfly 8, when Elizabeth Taylor writes “No Sale,” on a mirror with lipstick.

“But what about your fiancée?”

“I wanted you first…”

“But you never…”

“We work together so I never, but now only you can make me feel better…”

He kissed her, and she pulled away from him panting. He caressed her scalp and loosened her chignon, before he steered her back gently against the door. Veronica held his hand, her finger slipping inside the band of the gorgeous watch he wore today. He took her hand and put the watch on her, slipping it up along her arm until it fit.

“That’s all I want you to wear right now…” he said pulling at his tie.

Veronica took his hand, and kissed it.

“You can leave your suit on, and tighten your tie.”

“Why?”

“It’s how I always imagined it when I fantasized about you…”

Never Too Late for a Take This Man Excerpt by Oleander Plume!!!

When my dear friend and Chemical [se]X (which you can currently get for free!!!) editor Oleander Plume told me she was in another anthology, I jumped at the chance to host her (again!) on my blog! Take This Man is the brainchild of Neil Plakcy. Neil tells us a bit about his process below:

When I put out the call for Take This Man, I wasn’t sure what I’d get from authors. So much of gay erotica is based on the thrill of meeting someone new—making that first connection, the attraction of opposites and so on. Would my idea about sex between committed couples work?

I was delighted when the first stories began arriving in my email box and I realized I shouldn’t have worried – talented writers can take any idea and make it sing!

Not every story was great, of course. Some authors’ idea of “commitment” seemed to be having sex with the same person more than once. Others didn’t seem to grasp the idea that erotica requires the characters to engage in sexual intercourse at least once during the story. Others got bogged down in details of “how we met, how we fell in love, how we moved in together” and so on.

But the ones that made the cut? Pure gold!

Enter the golden Ms. Plume, who describes a little about her inspiration:

The submission call caught my imagination and wouldn’t let go. Here is the kind of story Neil Plakcy was looking for:

A rarity — romantic erotica focused on male couples in committed relationships — Take This Man comes from one of the top-flight gay fiction writers, Neil Plakcy. Many erotic stories focus on the thrill of first contact, but Take This Man is thrillingly different, taking a close look at how much sexier an encounter can be when the two men involved have been together for long enough to make a commitment to each other. Formalized or not, the fact remains that knowing what turns your partner on — and vice versa — makes encounters even hotter, especially when the erotic encounter is an expression of an emotional bond.

After I read the prompt, an idea formed almost immediately. (That does not happen often!) I typed out a rough draft from start to finish, and the story never really changed. (Another rarity.)

Once I had the story fleshed out, I added a few details about the characters, Braiden and Tony. I developed a fondness for them, maybe because they are my age. Writing a contemporary romance story was a creative stretch for me, but I loved it and will definitely delve into that genre again. I also enjoyed writing about lovers who have a history with each other, I think the story is richer because of that relationship.

Wanna sample? Here you go, an excerpt from “Never Too Late.”

He grabbed me and kissed my lips as he pushed me back on the bed. I dug my heels into his back and ground my cock against his. The heat between us roared back to life, igniting us both until I thought we might burn alive.

“Fuck me, right now. No foreplay, just get up in me.”

“I need a shower.”

“Tony, please, I need it so bad. There’s lube in my suitcase.” I felt like I would die if I didn’t get his cock inside. My clothes flew in all directions, but Tony just unzipped and pulled out his dick, it was harder than I had seen it in years.

“Braiden, my balls feel like they’re going to explode.”

His hands were shaking when he greased up his dick. I pulled my legs back. Tony licked his lips while he stared between my legs.

“It’s still so pretty, fuck, I’m so hard.”

“Tony, hurry.”

“Yeah, yeah, here it comes, baby, I can’t wait either.”

I groaned as he pushed in, it had been awhile, but I loosened up quickly. This was what I had been craving, the feel of his hardness mingled with my softness. To be one with him, joined in mutual satisfaction. His cock spread me open wide when he drove in deep. Tony growled.

“That’s it, the sound I’ve been wanting to hear. That sex growl you always make.”

He did it again, I got goosebumps all over when it rumbled from his throat.

“Sweet angel, you’re so tight.”

“Keep talking.” I wanted him in every way, to hear his voice, to feel body, to smell his male musk, to taste his lips, to see the lust in his eyes, all for me.

“Tell me more.”

You better take this book!