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Fleur Friday No. 4 — Sisters

Jeanne’s pace increased as she heard the heavy tread of footsteps behind her. It was the middle of the day, but this was New York and it was clear that she was being followed.

“Excuse me, wait, miss?”

Jeanne turned around, and within minutes of their last encounter, she was again looking Eliza in the eyes. As if the thought, somehow secured that it would happen. There she was looking her sister–who did not know that she was her sister–in the eye.

“I saw you at the cafe, and I felt like I knew you. You look familiar. Do I?” Eliza continued, wide eyed and with a hopeful smile.

Jeanne shrugged, it was a now or never moment. But did she want to blurt out on a SoHo Street that she was her sister? Did she want to bring all of that up, and open Pandora’s box on Crosby Street?

“You are Eliza Morton, right? I am a writer, I’ve covered the art scene. I just had that moment when you think you know someone and you do, but you don’t. We have never spoken before, but I have seen you. My name is Jeanne Bordeaux.” Jeanne extended her hand instinctively.

“Oh! Indeed, I have read your articles, do you want to…” Eliza looked flustered, taking Jeanne’s hand. “I mean I followed you out into the street, I am with my boyfriend having coffee, maybe dinner. Join us? Are you in a rush?”

Jeanne smiled, it could not hurt and maybe it was the most delightful serendipity. She shrugged.

“Sure, why not. I was headed to a gallery for a look at an artist, but there is no rush.”

The two of them walked back to the cafe where Eliza’s boyfriend was sitting. Was that the reason why she and her fiancé had broken up? Maybe her sister was better off than she thought, from seeing her love life in bits and pieces in the newspaper?

“I did know this lady!” Eliza beamed at the man. “She is the writer Jeanne Bordeaux?”

“Oh Ms. Bordeaux, I have heard of you too. Read some of your articles,” He put put his hand for her to shake it.

“Jeanne, call me Jeanne.”

“Jeanne, I am Terrence.”

Jeanne sat on her hands as she eased into the booth beside Eliza to ease their shaking. She was so nervous, she had never been this close to Eliza before, or spoken to her! She was at a loss for what was going to happen between them.

Whatever happened it would be an education, that is for sure on both learning about her sister and learning who she would be in this situation.

Find out more about Jeanne’s education, every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was education which you can read more of here.

Fleur Friday No. 3 — Newspaper

Jeanne hugged Karys, before she got out of her car and walked up to her apartment. In her apartment, she wrapped her arms about herself. Thoughts of Mal filled her head, he had been texting her floral texts since she left.

She really was his Fleur.

She liked spending time with Karys who was like a sister to her, and even more. It was ironic that she was so close to a friend like this, when she actually had a sister who she did not know—and did not want to know.

Her father had left her mother before she was born, and her mother never said she was pregnant. Why would she have? Her father was marrying another woman, and she was not the type of woman who wanted to trap a man. She raised Jeanne on her own, and Jeanne never wanted for anything. Her childhood was a fanciful one, that fueled her creativity and made her a writer. She was working as a writer as a teenager getting paid, and never stopped getting paid for it.

It was not until her mother died, that she found through her mother’s things pictures of a man that she clearly looked like and in her mother’s journal entries she discovered his name and saw pictures of him with his wife…

…and daughter.

The life that Jeanne did not have with a mother and father, was given to his other daughter, Eliza.

Eliza Morton was an art specialist, and socialite who was getting married to a wealthy businessman. She often saw pictures of her in newspapers and magazines. Jeanne sometimes had articles concurrently in the periodicals, and so she and her sister would be in them at the same time.

Jeanne was padding barefoot around her apartment, when she picked up the paper and skimmed through it. Pages in, indeed, she did see a photo Eliza but she clutched the paper tightly when she read the caption.

Eliza Morton heads to work with a gourmet coffee and looks elegant as one of the artworks she sells, days after her rumored split from her fiance.

Jeanne felt something stir inside of her, that she had never felt before. It had always seemed to her that Eliza was the lucky one, it never occurred to her that Eliza had problems or anything unhappy in her life. She had their father’s love, the rich fiancé and Jeanne felt like the bohemian Cinderella step-sister. But now, now she wondered if Eliza was happy and if she needed someone—a sister to be there for her.

She had never wanted to meet Eliza before. But she wondered if now was the time when she felt like this, seeing her in print.

More Fleur Friday here, and read more about Eliza here.

For Halloween

For the first time ever, I did a reading, and was not nervous! I was asked by my brilliant friend Gregory Crosby to read at his Halloween event this past Saturday. Aside from the delicious Montepulciano that I sipped, I read a horror fragment from my last NaNoWriMo novel. After some heavy editing, I was comfortable to read the piece. I bumped butts with a red devil at the bar–I was dressed as myself as I am today! I thought it would be fun for to share my horror with you. Hope you like it! This story was told from various perspectives so in this excerpt, there are two points of view.

Happy Halloween!

Renata, New York

“Come in Gus, come on in!” She cried manically, and pulled the door open.

Renata was ecstatic, she was beside herself.

This was her masterpiece—Lauren was her masterpiece.

Like anything else, murder was something that got better the more that you did it. She had had such a beautiful sharp knife, and it was amazing to her the things that she could do with it and how easy skin could be to transform.

“Come on in Gus, step right up and enjoy the show!” she cajoled.

She urged him as if she was in a circus, and was the ringmaster, while she clutched the pearls that she had taken from Lauren that were splattered with blood. They were gorgeous, and she often wanted to touch then, but she never had.

At least not while Lauren was alive…

Gus followed Renata, and she felt the heat of his body behind her and it aroused her more than murdering Lauren had.

Murdering Lauren was the hot! She wad beyond aroused while she was murdering her and her blood was let. She could not stop herself from licking it, and tasting it like the fine wine that it was in the sacrament of murder…

Gus, New York

Renata was covered in blood. He did not know how she could have seemed so sane when she was covered in blood. The closer they got, the sicker he felt, and more unhinged he became.

Lauren.

What was left of Lauren.

He did not even have a chance to feel sick before he was sick. He thought he would choke on his vomit. He got on his knees in it beside Lauren, and felt Renata smooth his hair as she knelt beside him.

Lauren.

Lauren looked like she had been shredded. Her face was pulpy and beyond recognition, except her knew her intimately so he saw her.

She reminded him of a Francis Bacon painting of a butcher, with carcasses in the foreground. Lauren was nothing more than a slaughtered animal. She was literally a pile of meat, the woman that he had loved more than any woman.

Renata continued to smooth his hair, and reassure him while he threw up.

“Now, we can be together,” she purred, as if this was all normal. “I have given you such a gift! I told you that I would make it all better and I have!”

He barely understood what she continued to say, but she went out triumphantly, before she wrapped her arms about him, and kissed his temple.

What had he heard? He had heard that Renata had methodically murdered three women he had loved so she could be with him.

He turned on her, and pushed her onto the pile that was Lauren’s body. Renata was dazed, and rolled onto her side.

“You want to murder me Gus? I am not going to help you make art. You have to know for yourself how to make art.“ She picked up a slab of Lauren’s corpse, before she lie on her back on top of her, luxuriating in the slaughtered flesh. “I can be your masterpiece like Lauren was mine…”

She raised her arms up over her head, and he curled over her prone body on the floor her pretending to be a victim when she was anything but.

Gus did not know what to feel when he heard sirens, sirens and shouts.

“Don’t move!”

And he did not move, he could not move…

francis bacon(s) via wikipedia

E[lust] No. 86

Photo courtesy of Modesty Ablaze

Welcome to Elust 86–

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 #86 Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Self-Objectification

Female Orgasms – Addressing Women’s Sexuality

Migraine – A Sexual Spiritual Explanation

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Can You Train a Sub to Orgasm on Command?

Rupert Campbell-Black and me…

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Yes I’m a Sexblogger and No I don’t care about your dick

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

E[Lust] 83

Photo courtesy of Holden and Camille

Welcome to Elust #83 –

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 #84 Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

London Crows and London Kisses

I am Her. She is Me.

You Say You Want to Cook for Me

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Unusual Liaison

Community. Respect. Friendship. Fucking.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Dirty Little Secrets

Poetry

You Know
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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Bed
Secular Submission
My therapy
from “hard limit” to “want”
We Measure the Nostalgia
The Cure and The Cause

Events

Smut in the 6ix – Porn Conference & Gala

Erotic Fiction

Typing Errors
La Belle Dame
Sex and chocolate
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
The Gift
audience
Becca’s Story
Rope and Fixtures
As salty as his cum…
Dominating the Doctor

Erotic Non-Fiction

Teen Sex in Woolly Tights with 60s Beat Music
Dear Sadist: Your Cruelty Is Your Love
A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl
Owned, Leashed, & Beaten
Jan 2015 Owned & Collared by Mistress Claire
Rinse The Days Filth Away
Power On
Keeping tally

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Formative Kink Epic Fail: “Buck Rogers”

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

If it was easy anyone could do it
What’s a service submissive?
Prescient Words

Writing About Writing

What if aspirational meant something else?

Sinful Sunday, Week 272 — Dive

More Sinful Sunday here:

Wicked Wednesday #206 — A Musical Interlude

Josephine made her drink over as Fiona had asked her to, but it was no stronger than it had been in the first place. Fiona leaned over the drink, and stared at Josephine’s waist. Josephine did not move from before her, and she was not sure why she had come there or what she wanted.

They were interrupted by a musical interlude, as the sax player who was there for the night started to play for the audience of the two of them.

“What are you doing here?” Josephine asked her.

Fiona shrugged and twisted herself around on her stool, to look at the sax player. Especially his mouth of the sax. She licked her lips, and looked up at Josephine.

“I want to taste you.”

Josephine pushed out her stomach, and Fiona caressed it when she tuned around to face her.

“I am not a toy for you and your girlfriend.”

Fiona slipped her finger inside of Josephine’s blouse which gaped at her stomach.

“If I had seen you first, and I was not with Alice? I would have known what you taste like. I would have known everything about you.”
Josephine took Fiona’s hand in hers.

“You assume that I would have let you…”

“You would have, no one ever tells me no…”

Fiona picked up Josephine’s e-cigarette, looking at her as a challenge.

“No one tells me no either,” Josephine said, picking up her e-cigarette in response to the challenge. Both of them stood there looking at each other, as the musical interlude continued.

“What time do you get off tonight?” fiona asked, when the music stopped.

“The same time as I usually do,” Josephine grinned.

Fiona stayed the rest of her shift, through all of the music interludes and left the bar with Josephine after her replacement. When the night air hit them in a rush, Fiona was startled when Josephine asked her to get into her car. Josephine had placed her hand on her thigh, as the sounds of sax filled the back of their taxi…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “shorten,” today I am using “twist.”

More musical interludes here:

Wicked Wednesday #203 – Go Ask Alice

“Do you have any questions for me?” Alice asked Fiona.

Alice stared at Fiona. She could not explain the way that she felt. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Fiona. Nothing at all, and maybe that was why she was so defensive. Her prettily made up expression in the ornately framed mirror they had gotten at a flea market in Paris, was strange to her now.

When she fell in love with Fiona, Alice thought that that was going to be all for her. Fiona was beautiful, smart and talented. The life that they had together was the most amazing life Alice could ever have imagined, she went to bed and woke up happy. Fiona treated her like a princess, Josephine had said that she seemed like a princess when she saw her the first time.

Josephine.

Alice could still feel Josephine’s lips on her. From the first time they made out at the auction house, and from tonight at the bar. She took Fiona there because she wanted to see Josephine, but that had been a thoughtless move. The look of hurt on Josephine’s face had been too much to bear, when she saw her with Fiona. When Alice walked into the bathroom later, Josephine was already there and stared at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry…” Alice had said to her. “I am sorry Jo…”

Josephine turned around, and looked at her. Alice could not say another word. Her head rolled against the wall as they kissed. Her hips rolled toward Josephine’s, when she cupped Josephine’s full breasts in her hands. Alice buried her face in the crook of Josephine’s neck, and Josephine caressed her back softly.

“Your queen is waiting for you…” Josephine said unceremoniously, walking away.

Alice watched Josephine walk away from her, before she turned to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was not smudged. Fiona did not say anything to her when she returned to the stool beside her at the bar, they seemed like the perfect couple as always across from Eliza and Oscar…

…and Josephine.

But as soon as they got into the cab, there was tension. Fiona walked past her and poured herself scotch, as soon as they were in their apartment. She stared at her for such a long time without saying anything, that Alice confronted her.

“Do you have something to ask me?” Alice asked urgently.
“Alice…” Fiona began.

Alice stared at her girlfriend, she would answer any questions that she asked her. She would never lie to Fiona.

“Alice, let’s go to bed…”

The questions that Fiona did not ask were heavy in the air. Alice stood in front of her. Confrontational again.

“What?” Fiona asked, her voice slurred. “I said let’s go to bed.”

And so they did.

I have started a new project, The Verb List, based on this list by Richard Serra.

More Wicked Wednesday here:

go ask alice via wikipedia

My Sexy Saturday — Some Sexy Action

I am sooooo thrilled to be in Jillian Boyd’s upcoming anthology, To Obey Her. It is our second book together with House of Erotica, the first one was Spy Games. Here is a peek of my story in the anthology, “With A Bow on Top.”

She took off her dress the way that Sabrina had asked her to. Sabrina smiled, and tipped her bowler hat at her, before she slowly undressed herself.

Annette felt more than naked after she took off her clothes. Standing in just her garter belt and stockings.

“No panties?” Sabrina asked, as she dragged her fingernail from Annette’s navel to the beginning of her slit.

Annette bit her lip, and shifted nervously. Her nipples were hard from the coolness of the room, and Sabrina being so close to her.

There is a ton more sexy action on the My Sexy Saturday blog. There will be a ton more about To Obey Her on my blog–stay tuned!

Guest Bloggers Kay Jaybee & KD Grace Present The Collared Collection!!!

I love the Brit Babes, so when I saw this release with beloved babes and friends Kay Jaybee and KD Grace, I flipped!!! I am soooo happy to host them as part of The Collared Collection, and heat up your Tuesday and mine!!!

Hugs and kisses and many thanks to F. Leonora Solomon for allowing us to come and tell her lovely readers about our newly released boxed set, The Collared Collection.

Containing The Pet Shop (Kd Grace) and The Voyeur (Kay Jaybee), this is one hot double bill – with some incredibly sexy characters tucked within its e-pages.

Blurb

In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.

In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark?
In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.

Our Favourite Characters

Kay-

Trying to choose a favourite character from The Voyeur is very difficult because, having created them all out of thin air myself, I’m rather fond of all of their quirks- good or bad.

Mark Parker is a very complicated character, and he doesn’t make it easy to like him. He is hard, cold, withdrawn- or is he? Ummm- I deliberately made it take time to warm to Mark though, so perhaps I would choose one of his assistants, Anya or Clara as my favourite character?

Both hyper-intelligent, both capable- and both very sexy…the choice is so tricky. I guess it comes down to one single simple fact for me. Anya is a red head. Clara is a blonde. For me there is no contest. The red head s going to win every time!!

Mini Extract-

Reclining in his chair, Mark raised his arm as if he was about to start a race, and gave the first order. ‘Strip.’

With practice born of repetition, the women divested themselves of their clothing, heaping their discarded garments onto the bed behind them.

Mark took a moment to study his staff, and then pointed to the foot of the four-poster bed. Understanding the unspoken request, the women stood, face to face, one metre apart.

Anya could feel her heart rate quicken further as she regarded Clara. It didn’t matter that she had enjoyed the feel of Clara’s skin a hundred times before; all that mattered was feeling it again, and soon.

‘As you will remember, you must remain exactly where you are, without touching each other, without making a sound. All you have to do is listen and refrain from moving.’

For me that’s a no-brainer. Of all the novels and stories I’ve written I have only twice had my heart stolen by characters. One of them is Tino. The fact that Tino doesn’t talk (Pets aren’t allowed to talk) the fact that he NEVER talks, means that he has to reveal himself in other ways, very sexy ways, but sometimes very vulnerable, very tender ways. I seriously was writing beyond myself when I wrote Tino and it was a bit of a Pygmalion moment, with me falling in love with my own creation. I think what makes Tino so special is that he has no agenda. As a Pet, he can totally be himself – something most people never really feel comfortable enough to do. The fact that he’s clearly living a dual life, though, makes him even more interesting. Does that mean his alter-ego is entirely fake? Does that mean his alter-ego is any less loveable? Tino is the character who raises all of those questions about all the facets of the Self, and how we rate and value those facets. That’s why I love him. He holds up a mirror to the reader and then just when we start to take ourselves too seriously, he waves his cock at us and smiles. He’s shy, he’s bold, he’s brash, he’s often poorly behaved, and he’s utterly, completely and wonderfully ready for the rough and tumble.

Mini Extract

The manual was right. Once Stella got the hang of offering Tino choice morsels in her open hand, the laving of his velvety wet tongue, the slight nipping of teeth and curling of lips was lovely …

… Tino scooted and wriggled himself until, at last, he sat between her legs, his humid breath warming her mons. With each morsel of food, he insinuated his waiting face a little closer to her pussy until her open palm with its offered titbit was practically resting against her pubis. When a particularly sticky morsel of toast ended up on the chair between her legs, he carefully licked up every bit from the chair, and then he continued lapping his way right on up between her legs.

She caught her breath with a little whimper and a jerk. The bite of toast she was about to offer slipped from her hand onto her belly. Tino wasn’t bothered. He simply squeezed in between the table and her body, forcing her chair back just enough that he could nibble and lick the toast and honey from her tightening abdominal muscles. That done, he picked up where he’d left off, nibbling and licking between her pouting labia.

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Bio – K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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Bio- Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO.

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane

Happy reading everyone,

Kay and KD xx

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