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If you have never read anything I’ve written and you are not sure if you wouldn’t spend your hard earned money on someone else’s writing, here is an offer for you. My short story, The Challenge, volume I of the Strangers In The Night series, is permanently available for FREE on both Amazon and Smashwords.

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Don’t be late. I have only this night. Come and prove what you can… or spend the rest of your life wondering what it could have been. Your choice.

She was a lonely, overworked and intense computer programmer. She’d spend her days absorbed by work and intellectual challenges. Her nights were filled with painful longing, kinky dreams, and masturbation.

He was an authoritative businessman with a conservative facade, boring marriage and maddening desires no partner could satisfy. The occasional stumbling in a willing woman’s bed was no relief for his needs. Until he met his match.

One unexpected encounter, one small exchanged glance would change it all. The game was on from the moment she accepted his challenge.

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Unorthodox Therapy on David Perlmutter’s My Way 6: Sex For The Beach

 

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In the early spring I received a message from David P Perlmutter, author of the true crime biography novel Wrong Place Wrong Time and creator of the My Way anthologies that give a chance of different authors from various genres to showcase their work. He was interested in erotica writers for his latest compilation. As a coincidence, I was working hard on editing my debut novel Unorthodox Therapy. It was a huge pleasure for me to say yes and join the other participants in that highly erotic compilation. It is already live and available on Amazon.

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The rest of the weekend was spent entirely on research. My new ‘Master’ suggested I learned more about the lifestyle. He also sent me an excruciatingly long list of different fetishes and kink practices. When I opened the file on Sunday morning, I groaned and nearly gave up on the whole affair. It was fifteen pages, extensive and specific, covering every deviancy I’d ever heard of and so much more. There were things on there that I would never have even thought of to list as hard limits. At one point, I thought nothing could shock me more than ‘bondage with a tongue piercing attached to a nail on a tree’. After flipping the page, I nearly choked on the mineral water I’d been sipping. The next section was entitled Impact Play and some of its content completely destroyed my erotic mood. Knife play made my pulse quicken with worry, but when my gaze slid to electricity, cold sweat drenched my spine. Nausea rose all the way up my throat and I minimized the file so I wouldn’t vomit in my mouth. It was just… too much.

Luckily, Thomas answered on the first dial. The little bastard must have had the time of his life listening to the horror in my shaking voice.

“Please, tell me you don’t have any fantasies about cutting pieces of my flesh or electrocuting me.” I sounded shrill and panicky but that was how I felt. The items on the list had conjured up some very disturbing images of torn limbs, burnt smelling flesh, and permanent scars.

“Someone is fast at doing her homework.” He chuckled.

“Thomas, please! I don’t want to go through any actual torture or suffer permanent injuries. This shit is fucking scary.” Now I was openly screaming, unable to stop myself, on the verge of hysteria.

“Lina, please, calm down.” Thomas’s voice switched to a caring, concerned tone. It was stupid to be so terrified by mere words on a screen, but even the slight possibility he could turn out to be a cunning, violent sociopath made me flip my shit. “Sit down, rest your back on the chair and breathe, okay? One deep inhale and a slow exhale. Let the air out very slowly. Breathe.” Any other time I’d have been unhappy to be treated with such motherly concern, but his little trick had the necessary effect on me. As soon as I breathed out, some calmness filled my body as if the fear had leaked out. “Better?”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Christina Mandara And The Velvet Chair

tuesdayGood morning everyone and have a happy Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it. One of the things that annoy me most about the traditional happily ever after is that it always has to be about marriage. To be more precise, wedding. As if that is the happiest point in anyone’s life. So, it’s a great pleasure to invite as my guest the lovely Christina Mandara and her latest novel, The Velvet Chair. In her world wedding is not the end, it’s simply the beginning of what promises to be one helluva twisted fun. Join Mark Matthews and Jennifer Redcliff down the aisle and prepare for all the wicked things he’d do to his bride. If you’re bold and daring enough you might even join Ms. Mandara’s giveaway competition so you’d get a chance to win some delicious prizes.

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

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My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

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Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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#MasturbationMonday -What Are You Going To Do With Me, Ma’am? #BDSM Stroker Ace

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Morning and moaning to all of you, naughty lovers who need the extra spice to start your week. I have a bit of a sale these days so I thought you might appreciate a little something from one of my discounted titles, if you love some good old fashioned threesomes.

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Kitty grinned at him and helped Annabelle to go back on her knees stroking her hair in the
weirdly affectionate way.
“What are you going to do with me… ma’am, sir?” She asked in trembling voice, more
aroused than scared, trying not to cum by accident. Nobody dignified her inquiry with an
answer. However, Evan took her by the hand and raised her just to have her lay on her
stomach over the chair.
“Don’t bend your knees. Ass in the air and keep your legs open.” He ordered and ran his
fingers over the sore flesh with some mild welts forming. Kitty pulled her bag near and placed a smooth, rectangular shaped wooden paddle in his hand. Evan took it by the leather handle and rubbed it slightly over Annabelle’s exposed pussy. She winced and closed her eyes, still so tender from the spanking. No matter that this new experience brought her so much pleasure how long would her body last that torture? Evan’s cruel words about her being a whore still bothered her, but she couldn’t express those fears. Annabelle was so lost in the lonely thoughts that she didn’t notice how the other woman put another object at Evan’s broad palm. He quickly put it in his pocket with a sadistic smile.

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Valentine’s Day Sale: F**k The Roses, Send Me The Thorns

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Don’t let Valentine’s Day scare or depress you. Celebrate it by loving yourself, if you will, and indulge in a favorite pleasure of yours. Pour yourself a glass of whiskey, take an unexpected trip, get yourself a sex toy or a piece of lingerie you’ve wanted for ages. Make it special, with or without a significant other. If you feel in a spicy mood and you prefer your flowers with thorns, have an erotic book. These three titles will be sold at a discount price of .99cents from Feb 13th to Feb 17th.

If you enjoy your erotic stories with a heavy side of spanking, bondage and steamy, dark sex sessions then maybe these books will be right up your street. Do you dare to have a taste?

UNORTHODOX THERAPY

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I’ve no intention of explaining my every command to you, pet. As a matter of fact, quit asking questions and do as you’re told. Take your clothes off. Now.
Lina Riley has proved herself as the tough as nails CEO of her own tech startup. She’s a masterful business negotiator, successful by any measure, but every day she’s losing her battle with nicotine addiction. Thomas Jett, her former protégé, is a rising star in software development, one of her most promising employees. He might just have the right solution to her problems.
To the world, Thomas is a sweet, refined gentleman. He opens doors for ladies and lights their cigarettes, not that Lina should be smoking in the first place. Little does she suspect him of having secret life: one of firm discipline, intense sexual dominance, and a well-equipped dungeon.
Lina will agree to play by his rules: a master’s discipline and uncompromising control. Spanking is merely the start of Lina experiencing her wildest and most shameful fantasies. She’ll learn the cruelty of orgasm denial and the thrill of submission at Thomas’ feet.
Is their depraved passion and lust for each other what they truly need? Or will it lead them to disgrace and heartbreak?

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“What dirty secrets?” The pain in my breast was acute and throbbing, even with the comfort of his tender tongue.
Thomas placed his hand on my inner thigh and dipped his fingers in the thick film of sweat and pussy juices covering my skin.
“Mmm, I don’t know, boss. I remember this one time we had a boardroom meeting.” When he continued speaking, my fingers twitched. Thomas noticed and immediately slapped my wrist. The impact was not as strong as the bite but still enough to draw my attention. “So, there you were, preparing the last details of the presentation. You were breathing hard, like a woman who was just fucked.” Thomas speared his fingers in front of my face to show the glistening juices running down his knuckles. “I already knew you well enough. You were never shy or nervous at all about pitching your ideas. You had received your nicotine fix. Besides, I could smell you so clearly…” He brought his fingers closer to my lips so I could smell my own spicy fluids. “You were horny, weren’t you? Like a bitch in heat. If only you’d been honest back then I would have taken care of you.”
“These are all speculations, Thomas.” Why did he have to be so observant? The thought he
had known all these years embarrassed me but it also thrilled me.
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THE BRAT WITH THE PHOENIX TATTOO: SUMMER

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Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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It was time to finally reveal my cards and stop playing softly with her. Without saying
another word I fisted her hair and yanked it back so hard she actually screamed in pain. I laid her down on the chair and inclined her so that our faces were touching. My body had her pinned, leaving her with no options to escape. Sage moaned in surprise but didn’t raise her hands again, letting me win while she was stuck, panting and slowly losing the game. Her skin was getting hotter with each minute. For the first time since I’ve known her, Sage looked frightened and aroused at the same time, a combination that always made me rock hard.
“Do you really think one minute in your pussy could make it up for all the trouble and
grief I had when dealing with you, little brat?” She raised her legs and dug the heels of her boots in the leather, trying desperately to keep control and failing miserably. I yanked her hair again so hard that the skin at the root of her hair went red with the intensity of the pull. She was still shell shocked with my sudden aggression and laid beneath me, panting, with her pupils slowly dilating.
Sage was right where I wanted her to be.

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Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairytale

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“So… we have general bitchiness, bad personality, and self-denial. You’re in for some punishment tonight, sweetheart. We will start with good old spanking. Climb on my lap so I can show him how you long to be disciplined. Twenty smacks.”
Annabelle is a lady, intelligent, classy and sexually repressed. After a night of drunken oblivion, she submits both to her dominant husband Evan and her own filthy, hidden desires. Little had Evan suspected what a wild and dirty yet obedient pet his wife could be.

A year later their once perfect marriage is on the verge of falling apart. He must deal with her angry accusations and hostile attitude. She has a hard time admitting her submissive nature and frequently lashes out at him out of guilt and shame.

Enters Kitty, a mysterious, charismatic woman armed with a deck of cards, steely dominance and a bag of sex toys. What happens when Evan and Annabelle are faced with her dark game of seduction?

Will Evan hold back his urges? Will Annabelle still be her proud and arrogant self when she gets subjected to stern discipline and humiliating play under Kitty’s thumb? Will their marriage be completely destroyed or reinforced by another night of indulging their kinky side?

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Annabelle froze at her spot and gulped heavily trying to find the voice of reason. It told her
she could have gotten away with one simple “red”. Just one word and the humiliation would be through.
She crawled to Kitty’s chair and carefully pushed her small body up so she would lie on top
of her legs. Evan pulled his chair aside so that his wife’s face was facing the bulge in his pants. She pressed her tits to Kitty’s gathered legs and rested trying to calm her breathing. The velveteen fingers that ran over her exposed butt cheeks were deceptively soft. Kitty squeezed her and pressed her long fingernails against the tight anal ring. Annabelle made a cute whimpering sound and gasped spreading her legs a little bit.

“So eager…” Kitty licked her lips and pressed the palm of her left hand to her pet’s neck. She raised her free hand and brought it down to Annabelle’s uplifted ass making her cry out as her flesh shivered with the sudden pain. Annabelle bit her tongue and breathed through the physical ache. To her utmost surprise, her body reacted so well to that cruel treatment. Before she could ponder any further her cheeks stung once more as Kitty followed the first smack with a harsher blow causing Annabelle to sob out loudly.
“Count, little girl. That was number two. You will count no matter what until we reach
twenty.”

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#SatSpanks – Teach Her Better Manners #BDSM

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Morning Spankos. Life is getting in the way and there are tons of things to do, finding a new job is a top priority so my current WIP is on hold but I’ll still be doing these bright spots of Saturday Spanking. I’ll be giving away some presents next week so stay tuned.

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Blurb:

I’ve no intention of explaining my every command to you, pet. As a matter of fact, quit asking questions and do as you’re told. Take your clothes off. Now.
Lina Riley has proved herself as the tough as nails CEO of her own tech startup. She’s a masterful business negotiator, successful by any measure, but every day she’s losing her battle with nicotine addiction. Thomas Jett, her former protégé, is a rising star in software development, one of her most promising employees. He might just have the right solution to her problems.
To the world, Thomas is a sweet, refined gentleman. He opens doors for ladies and lights their cigarettes, not that Lina should be smoking in the first place. Little does she suspect him of having secret life: one of firm discipline, intense sexual dominance, and a well-equipped dungeon.
Lina will agree to play by his rules: a master’s discipline and uncompromising control. Spanking is merely the start of Lina experiencing her wildest and most shameful fantasies. She’ll learn the cruelty of orgasm denial and the thrill of submission at Thomas’ feet.
Is their depraved passion and lust for each other what they truly need? Or will it lead them to disgrace and heartbreak?

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When we got back to his house, I expected a cute, playful punishment. However, he was less than amused with my behavior and decided I needed to be taught good manners. Let’s just say I ended up crying after the brutal paddling my still bruised ass received. I wound up telling him I was so sorry and that I’d never do it again.
It wasn’t the type of pain that made me tingle with pleasure. Thomas got really rough on my ass cheeks, pretty much like when he caned me for the very first time. It would be a stretch to say I enjoyed the pain itself, but his steely dominance and lack of reluctance to put me in my place made me even wetter than I had been in the morning.
My punishment session ended with him fucking me on all fours as he was equally aroused by my teasing and tearful submission. It was amazing how each time was better than the last, and unlike my other relationships, I didn’t have to close my eyes and think hard in order to have an orgasm. On the contrary, my efforts were in not cumming before my Master allowed it.
When we both had our climax, we lay on the bed in an embrace, trying to calm down.
Thomas stroked my hair with affection and I whispered against his chest.
“You turned me into a nymphomaniac slut.”
“You always were one, boss.”

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Review: Sexpossessed by Ian Saul Whitcomb

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Author: Ian Saul Whitcomb

Genre: Supernatural, Interracial

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My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: It’s not really Tim’s fault when he lets his girlfriend get possessed by a lustful ghost. And it’s even less his fault when it turns out the only way to get rid of the horny haunting is through crazy amounts of perverse sex. But as Tim and Liv soon discover, sexorcism alone won’t do the trick, because dead Julia’s nymphomaniacal appetite has a purpose: to feed her growing pregnancy until she fully gestates and rebirths herself. Now, if Tim ever hopes to have a normal life with Liv again, he’ll literally have to go through hell and back bringing Julia to term …

Sexpossessed is an erotic supernatural romp through realms of the occult and the orgasmic, veering from wacky to wanton to warped, brimming with vividly offbeat and original characters, and spiced with a dash of romance and humanity for good measure.

Review: I had read and very much enjoyed Ian Saul Whitcomb’s Big Flipping Deal so I thought I was prepared for that book and had some idea of what I could expect from this author. His previous book had an unconventional pairing but apart from that, I didn’t find anything too weird or wacky. In this piece of work, Whitcomb has really put his weird hat on and delves into the world of supernatural, horny ghosts, scaly aliens, giant mermaids and snakes, heavenly orgies and lots of orgasms in the most unexpected ways. I can say four sure that if Lewis Carroll was writing erotica he’d write something just like Sexpossessed. It was a truly crazy romp and some of the imagery in it made me feel like I was joining the characters on an acid trip of massive proportions. The author truly unleashed all his creative fantasy in this book and went for an anything goes world. He defies the readers’ expectations at every turn and keeps them on their toes until the last pages. However, if it weren’t for the human, flawed characters, their love and devotion for each other, the themes of forgiveness and acceptance, this would be just another piece of erotica written for the shock value.

At the beginning, I thought the book would be a supernatural and straight variation of Big Flipping Deal. The main character and narrator Tim is an OCD, geeky man in his mid-thirties whose insecurities are just as many as the orgasms in the book. He is terrified of the idea of eating with fingers and even more conflicted when his gorgeous, sweet and equally nerdy girlfriend Liv asks for an addition to their sex life that evokes his ever presented germ phobia. After one crazy suggestion from his friend and wild card RPG partner Bill our lovers end up stuck with a bitchy ghost of a chubby goth chick with wanton sex drive and an equally sassy attitude. Julia turns out to be a lot more than just a nice, kinky variation in their erotic life and soon Tim and Liv find themselves over their head, thrust into a world beyond their wildest and most improbable fantasies.

Like I said, what truly makes this story special, is its characters and their development. Over the course of their wacky, sex romp adventure in the Afterlife Tim gets confronted with his phobias and has his boundaries pushed in more than one ways. Nice and sweet Liv deals with demons of her own as she struggles with her conflicted feelings for the ghost girl who turned their life upside down. Being the caring and compassionate person she is it is a real pain for her to be burdened with any negative feelings towards another human being, especially as strong as hate. That is something I rarely get to see in an erotic romance of any variety. As for Julia, the grumpy ghost with an attitude, she was probably the most complex character in the story. At first sight, she was spiky, defensive and an annoying intruder on Liv and Tim’s relationship. Eventually, we get to see more of the scared girl in need of affection and appreciation beneath the tough shell. She does some unjustifiable things and there were points in the story I felt like slapping her real hard. At times I truly wondered if she wasn’t a glutton for punishment but the truth was Julia was a good person who felt horrible about her actions and did what it take to redeem herself. That is always an admirable trait in a character. I grew to love her just as much as the other of that crazy trio and I was happy with how things turned out for that lost girl.

In the end, I was left with the sensation genuine intimacy between the characters. Their bond was fortified and they got to learn a lot about themselves in this series of obstacles they went through. Even if you are not a fan of the supernatural genre I’m sure you’d appreciate the human element.

The blurb promises a lot of sex and you sure are getting it. Be warned, not all of it is everyone’s cup of tea. At certain parts of the plot, I was often thinking “How the hell did he think of that?”. The sex scenes go from sensual to bizarre, from creepy and perverse to warm and romantic, to downright debauchery. Should you choose to read this book, even if some parts creep you out, I’d encourage you to go through them. The overall story is more than worth some moments of discomfort.

I must also compliment the author on the world he has built up as his idea of Afterlife. The descriptions were lush and visual and it shows he really did some serious thinking and conceptualization. I really felt like I was traveling with Tim, Liv, and Julia. The writing was flowing, without a single dull moment.

I’d recommend Sexpossessed to any reader who enjoys supernatural erotica and wants some human element and romance mixed in it. However, anyone who loves smart dialogue, intense emotions, character development and bizarre world building and those who don’t mind getting their limits pushed would enjoy that book.

Five Possessed Stars.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Corbin A. Grace, A Ticket To Ride and Schrodinger’s Cat

tuesdayHello and welcome my first February guest on Tuesday. Corbin A. Grace is a man of many talents that you’d get to know during this blog post. Apart from having discovered the formula of the perfect blurb, he can also transform copper, silver, and titanium into jewelry and poetry into prose. Today he is here to share more about the inspiration behind his story, Schrodinger’s Cat and his upcoming anthology.

From Poem to Prose: The Origins of a Story

by Corbin A. Grace

coverWriters are often asked where they get their ideas. In the case of my latest story, “Schrödinger’s Cat,” the answer is that the story is based on a poem I had written. The erotic f/f story will be soon be published as part of the anthology Ticket to Ride: Erotic Tales of Sexual Encounters with a release date of February 16, 2017. It’s available for pre-order now. The story takes place on an airplane as things heat up between two perfect strangers, a female scientist and a younger, fidgety woman.

Some elements from my original poem remain in the story: a less-than-gallant boyfriend; an attractive, agitated woman in the middle seat. The narrator in my story is a woman however, whereas the poem’s speaker is male.

The focus of the story is eroticism. The poem is intended to be funny, with a play on the titular reference:

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I sit stiffly at thirty-seven thousand feet

On the aisle, my shoulders scrunched,

Making space for the spritely ginger miss

With the dreaded middle seat.

Her steadfast beau, the flight crew has assured

He, if the plane goes down,

Can coolly pop the exit door.

Firmly does he fix, with ardent lover’s gaze,

A tiny HD screen from which his eyes stray not.

Peripherally I view a quirkier display:

This lass of twenty years, perhaps from flight’s frayed nerves

(Or drink that gave her wings) frenetically does fly

A jet stream all her own, with choppy inner air

Turbulent she seems.

Her motion soon beguiles, my tension melts away.

She runs her flitting hands along the seatback’s cloth.

With absent light caress, strokes lovely stockinged thighs.

This kinetic reddish fox, this tactile temptress,

With her restless back and forth

Begins to softly rub against my arm and leg

And I sit, stiff, in thirty-seven C.

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Here’s an excerpt from the story “Schrodinger’s Cat” by Corbin A. Grace

The woman’s soft loose hair brushes against my shoulder. The tips briefly caress my cheek as she leans into me, having reached the apsis of her irregular orbit. I catch a lovely fresh scent, not flowery but feminine.

Should I ask her if she’s afraid to fly? My curiosity is not as strong as the need to continue feeling her light touches. I’m hyperaware. Every small contact sends a shiver through me. My nipples have tightened. I’m afraid that moving will somehow break her odd energy, ending a perfect, inexplicable prolonged series of moments. How can such casual contact seem so erotic, accidental touching so intimate?

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Around us, each person exists in a discrete world: sleeping, watching TV, reading or tapping at their electronic devices. Ada and I, we’ve formed a unit. She’s an electron to my nucleus; her erratic movements a spread of possible moment around my stable center. Stability is not the right term though; the flame-haired beauty could easily and unwittingly initiate a fusion reaction in my core.

The young woman—really, I can’t go on calling her Ada—turns to face me. Her hazel eyes, looking into mine, are pleading but I don’t know the significance of their intensity. She has lovely gold flecks in her irises; honey-colored little flares that radiate outward from the striking green that surrounds her pupils. I look deep into their complexity. My mind—conditioned to thinking in terms of melanin distribution, pigment and wavelength—instead conjures descriptors more in line with romantic poetry and classical art.”

So, in the end, it may make you wonder: if the story is based on the poem, where did I get the idea for the poem. Sorry to be a tease, but a writer has to maintain a certain mystique. I’ll just let your imaginations fly away as you think about it.

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Delve into the minds of nine authors and let them take you for the ride of your life into the world of sex on public transport. Whether it’s trains, planes, cars, buses, trams or ferries, a combination of confined interiors and restricted spaces leads to erotic contact and hot and steamy sex.

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Trains: The constant rhythm and clatter of wheels on rails, the side-to-side motion and a sense of entrapment between stations adds a touch of spice to a new encounter; and stealing pleasure on a crowded platform just heightens the excitement. Or travel back to the splendour of the steam age to follow a detective and the thief she’s set out to capture.

Planes: The confined space of the seats necessitates unconventional solutions to comforting a fidgeting woman, particularly when things aren’t quite as they seem.

Buses: A crowded tour bus and the woman who sits between two very different groups of musicians leads to a very different experience on the ‘dividing line’. Meanwhile, eavesdropping on someone else’s erotic stories via Bluetooth during a daily ride share leads to more than just words.

Whatever your fantasy, these erotic short stories will leave you eager to plan your next journey!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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FOLLOW CORBIN A. GRACE

Email: corbin.a.grace@gmail.com

Website: https://www.corbinagrace.com/

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#MasturbationMonday – The Slow Tease of Seduction #BDSM #PowerPlay

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Sometimes even the most innocent touch can make you throb in anticipation of what’s to follow… in the right circumstances. Have a lovely #MasturbationMonday and don’t forget to start the week with a dose of pleasure.

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Thomas didn’t say another word, just got up from his chair. He walked slowly around the
table, just like a lion preys on an antelope. His face was perfectly still, which drove me mad with apprehension. After taking his sweet time to circle the table, Thomas finally stopped behind me.

The room had gotten unnaturally quiet except for my loud breathing. I was clutching the
armrests of my chair for dear life. My heart was beating hard and I could feel a bad premonition forming. His fingers slid down my exposed neck and he traced its curve with a slow, sensual movement. It lasted only a short instant but the warmth spread down my skin. The next thing I knew, blood rushed to my nipples and the wetness against the silk of my panties caused me to shudder. Thomas moved his palms to my shoulders and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“You can leave whenever you want, Lina, if it becomes too much for you. I’d hate to put you through any real distress. But just so you know…” His warm breath on my skin nearly caused me to whimper. “I’d be very disappointed if you chose that path. You’re too strong to forfeit.”
Thomas pulled away from me and spoke again in the same even tone.
“Follow me. Bring your cigarettes with you.”

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#SatSpanks Trust, Punishment and Indulgence #BDSM Kitty’s Gift

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Good morning and may your weekend be filled with an even greater heat than the one you’ll find in #Saturday Spankings. We’re getting much closer to V-Day however, my little Christmas tale had some good moments in it so I thought I should give some more of its heat. It’s a short sequel of my first novella Stroker Ace but it can be read as a complete standalone.

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Blurb

For you and your blushing bride.

I’m sure you have learned how to discipline her better and you often paddle her sexy, tight ass when she is being a brat. Tonight, I want you to push her limits. Order her to do something she’d be uncomfortable with, play with her soft limits. The red would look fantastic on her pale skin.

Do your worst.

Happy Yuletide Season, Evan, send my greetings to Annabelle.

Love,

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Evan and Annabelle are happier than ever, no matter that they both miss their kinky godmother. Kitty hasn’t forgotten them and two days before Christmas Eve they receive a mysterious package.

Annabelle has grown comfortable with her life as Evan’s submissive pet. But will she resist his command when he orders her to strip naked and kneel before him at their gallery after closing hours? How far will he take her training? Can she give into his wicked games and sexy discipline at her working place without losing herself?

Kitty’s apprentices are in for a night of spanking and kink they won’t forget.

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What else?”

Her body trembled and she stared at him with confusion, too lost in the physical sensations. Evan spanked her pussy with bare hand and rubbed his finger across her clit.

What else did you do, pet? Think.”

How was she supposed to think when her pussy was soaking his circling thumb?

Sir, please, I can’t…”

Why did you disobey me?” He repeated his earlier question and landed the paddle on her thigh, just below the curve of her ass.

I…” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trembling under his blows. “I didn’t trust your judgment, Sir. Please, forgive me.”

Now, that’s a good answer.” Annabelle moaned when he kissed her forehead and let go of her hair. “You must trust me to take care of your needs. When I tell you to get undressed you should do it without panicking. When you submit to me you submit with your body, heart, and trust. It won’t work if you are terrified and spiraling out of control.” With these words, he caressed her tender thighs and smacked her ass for the last time.

Yes, Sir, you’re right, I’ll trust you more… but please…”

He pulled her into his lap and let her rest her head against his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling how her anxieties were withdrawing for the first time that day.

There…” His hand smoothed the red, bruised skin of her ass that would soon turn to purple. “I’m proud of you, pet, you’re learning.” Then he turned her face to his and wiped the tears, along with her running mascara. “Now I want you to go down, press your cheek to the floor, spread your legs and raise your ass for me. Put your hands on your cheeks and part them well for me. Will you do that, Annabelle?”

His wife nodded and he kissed her affectionately, in such a contrast with the cruelty of his spanking and the way he bruised her skin. Annabelle smiled with more confidence and fulfilled his command, lowering herself on the ground, opening herself to him.

The cold lube made her cry out but she didn’t move an inch while Evan was slowly working her puckering anal hole. He pushed his finger inside her and caressed her pussy with the knuckles of his other hand. If he had done it earlier, before spanking her ass and helping her descend to subspace, his actions would embarrass her. Now Annabelle was simply giving in and letting him indulge her senses.

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I hope that small piece left you with a smile and pleasant tingling. If you want to buy the story, head over to Amazon and claim your copy for only 99cents. Either way, head over to Saturday Spanking for more weekend hotness and spanking.

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Review: L-2011 (Future of London Book 1)

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Author: Mark Gillespie 

Genre: Alternative History, Speculative Fiction

Purchase link: http://amzn.to/2kYZpgU

My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: The Revolution Will Be Televised, Retweeted And Liked

August 2011

The London riots, coordinated by technology and social media, have brought the city to its knees.

Buildings are burning. Shops are being looted. Homes and businesses are destroyed.

Two alternative leaders have emerged in an online battle for the future soul of London.

Chester George – a masked man whose real identity is unknown, uses YouTube, punk rock and fierce intellect to spread the anarchy.

Sadie Hobbs – Reality TV star and blogger. Loathed and controversial, she urges ‘normal’ society to fight back against Chester George and the ‘feral rats’ destroying the city.

The fate of London hangs in the balance. And when the day of reckoning comes, hundreds of thousands of people, including sixteen-year-old Mack Walker, will descend upon the city for the final showdown and a day that London will never forget.

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#WIPITUP Wednesday – An Awkward Yet Strangely Hot Encounter Unorthodox Chemistry #BDSM

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January was a bad month for my inspiration but there will be absolutely no excuses for February. I’m not sure if I’ll finish the first draft of the book by the end of it but I must get myself in gear and write most of it in the next four weeks. 

Running into an ex you haven’t seen for months is always a little awkward. Especially when you meet again in a sex club.

Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of the Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel of Unorthodox Therapy, live on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Both the blurb and the cover are temporary.

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Blurb:

It’s been months since the dominant programmer Thomas Jett parted ways with Lina Riley, his boss, mentor and submissive lover. Thomas is drowning in his own guilt and doubts, desperately trying to find peace with his past and forgiveness for his sins. Lina struggles to rebuild her destroyed life, her reputation as a CEO and not completely lose her sanity.

They can’t forget the intense chemistry and intimate connection they shared, the passion and the dynamics of their power exchange. And what is worse, neither Lina nor Thomas can move past the horror of the night that tore them apart.

One unexpected night will reunite them and ignite the embers of their furious, painful passion. While they are struggling with their invisible demons a very real enemy waits in the shadows, ready for a revenge. Will Lina find strength in subspace or that would be her ultimate demise? Can Thomas regain control over her and what is most important, over the darkest parts of his own psyche?

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And maybe you two should be stripped naked and tied to the poles for public service after I have your asses tanned. Cut it off right now.”

The moment the two Dommes heard the newcomer’s voice they turned around with strangely apologetic faces and sheepish expressions. Nate and I both raised our eyes to the woman with long black hair, violet eyes and firm expression.

Oh, come on, Sheila, we are only messing with them.”

And you are well aware that this kind of messing with people with creamy masks and visitor status is strictly against the rules.” The woman shook her head dismissively and put fingers under both of their chins. “It looks like some people insist on the bratty antics. You haven’t been in the Dragon’s dungeon for way too long.”

I never believed someone could reduce those plucky, arrogant women to pale, nervous messes in just a few words. The blonde blinked her eyes in a cute way and asked in her sweetest voice.

Please, Sheila, don’t be mean, we weren’t so bad. We wouldn’t do anything with them but they were so tempting…”

I don’t want to hear more excuses.” The lady with violet eyes narrowed them into threatening slits and uttered in a low, threatening voice that made my skin shiver. “I’ll have you monitored for the rest of the evening. Be gone and be on your best behavior or I can’t promise there won’t be any corrective training in your future. Clear?”

Just then I noticed that our unexpected savior wasn’t alone. How could I have missed the intense look of these green eyes, enhanced by the black mask on his face? I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. He stood next to the woman without saying a word and looked straight at me. Even under the dim club light I could see and feel the passion he was exuding. Then his gaze slid down to my waist and Thomas noticed Nate’s arm, wrapped tightly around me in a protective way.

He clenched his fists and strained his jaw, in a desperate attempt to control the anger rushing through his system. That look on his face made me wince on the inside.

I’d never recognize him in the crowd if he wasn’t standing so close to me. If anyone had told me I’d ever see Thomas in a suit and tie I’d probably laugh at them. I’d never expected how attractive these clothes would make him, so much more mature. His hair was longer, almost at shoulder length and that completely changed his appearance. The club mask was covering most of his face so it was difficult to judge how far his transformation has gone.

Either way, Thomas affected me just like he always did. The moment our eyes locked together I forgot I was here with my new boyfriend, that it was meant to be a closure. My body ached for his touch and I nearly abandoned all concerns and knelt at his feet, ready to beg him to stop torturing both of us.

The sight of him was too much to handle and I lowered my gaze before passion completely consumed me. I could feel his scent in the air, so distinctive among all the fragrance of sex and scene. It would be so easy to reach out and let it leaves its mark on my skin.

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That’s all for now, I must go back to writing. If you visit my website for the first time and you are interested in keeping up with my work, feel free to subscribe to Lilah’s steamy mailing list. You even get a free story – http://eepurl.com/b4sN_H. And now head back to the WIPIT UP HQ for more snippets of works in progress.

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