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.

Entice yourself with stories of:

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

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Author: Mark Gillespie 

Genre: Alternative History, Speculative Fiction

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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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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Mystk Knight and The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

tuesdayAnother Tuesday came along and I have one fantastic lady and BDSM writer as a guest. Mystk Knight’s books of the world of Dominance, submission, rope bondage and other lovely things are pretty short. However, they are hot and well-written enough to make you boil with need and lust. Just a week ago she released Part 2 of her Rigger trilogy so I invite you to take a look.

The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

by Mystk Knight

 

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Blurb: Book Two of the Rigger trilogy continues the tale of Lachlan, Shibari master and dom, and Shae, the young female slave who captured his imagination and ensnared his heart.  They meet again, this time over dinner, followed by a serving of decadent dessert.  Can Shae control herself?  Or will Lachlan have to dish out a further serving of corrective training?  And what of Shae’s mysterious master. Read this mesmerizing tale of love, lust and lusciousness to find out.

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“Well, fuck me.” I stood there on the sidewalk, watching the cab disappear around the corner at the end of the street with my arms crossed at my chest and my pulse beating a crazy tattoo in my throat.

How the hell had this one woman managed to affect me so viscerally? She had walked into my home, invaded my heart, and now with her leaving, I realized she had taken a huge piece of it with her. Even as I watched the cab’s tail lights disappear out of sight, I acknowledged in my heart she was my destiny. I would do whatever was necessary to make it a reality.

At my age, I had all but given up on finding ‘the one’, but I guess the old saying is true: “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” The only question now was how to make it a reality.

I turned and retraced my steps through the gate, slamming it behind me. My long legs ate up the stairs, taking them four at a time before I let myself back into the house. Sliding to a stop in the foyer, those first few moments from the day before when I had opened the door to find Shae standing on my threshold flashed through my mind. I savoured the memory of the way her eyes had grown wide and filled with surprise as they had met mine. It might have been in that very instant that I knew.

Shaking off the memory, I strode with purpose down the hall to my office. I navigated the banker’s desk standing resolute in front of the bay window and sat down in the ancient and worn leather chair I had inherited from my parents’ estate. Leaning back into the comfort of its memories, I turned the issue over in my mind, my thumb running back and forth over my lower lip as it always did when I worked through a problem.

My Neanderthal brain was howling at me to get myself over to Jon’s house and refuse to leave without Shae’s contract, and her, in hand. But my Hominidae logical self knew that tactic would get me nowhere with Jon. I had known the man some thirty years at this point and had come to appreciate he did things on his own time and for his own reasons.

So what was his purpose in sending Shae to me for correction? She had performed beautifully. In fact, I found nothing in her presentation to give proof to his complaints.

The man was an enigma to me. A close personal friend of my parents for as long as I could remember, he had become my guardian when at fourteen years of age my parents died in a horrific motor vehicle accident while travelling abroad. Jon had managed my inheritance until I reached the age of majority at twenty-one. During that period, he had split my time between attending schools abroad and living under his roof where I had learned and adopted his lifestyle. Despite all that, I had never fully understood the reasoning behind many of his decisions. I had, however, learned to accept them unquestioningly.

I had left his home at twenty-one, my inheritance safely invested in the money market, and I remember thinking I had the world by the tail. In retrospect, I suppose I had. I had dedicated the next several years to growing my inheritance, perfecting my craft, and making a life for myself—one that included occasional visits to Jon’s home but usually only when summoned.

He was not an easy man to live with, his propensity for sudden and unreasonable outbursts of anger always a looming threat over the members of his household. I could count neither the number of times I had heard his slaves paying the price for some perceived transgression nor the number of times Jon had called upon me to deliver those punishments. I had learned how to wield a dragon tail whip by the time I turned fifteen and dual blacksnake whips by seventeen, both harsh and deterring tools of correction. Once I left Jon’s home, my interests had turned to suspension play; in particular, Shibari. I spent many years learning those arts from masters around the world and preferred using them in my own life over harsher forms of BDSM play.

Perhaps Jon felt I was too soft in my management of the various subs I brought into my life and sought a way to impose his will on my choices. Shae was not the first of his slaves sent my way, but she certainly was the first who did not present with any overt behavioural issues requiring correction.

And therein lay my dilemma. Why had Jon done it? Time would tell as he always revealed the reasons for his actions—particularly where my “life lessons” were concerned.

Was that what this had been? Another of his life lessons?

Jon took a somewhat perverse, if not sadistic, approach to ensuring I understood my own fascination with the BDSM lifestyle, pushing me through tests of domination that only the most hardhearted of doms I came across in my life could have imagined. I turned my thoughts away from those memories. I had decided years before to use them only to remind myself of the kind of dom I did not wish to become.

No, I needed to come up with a plan to convince Jon to sign over Shae’s contract to me and make him think it was his own idea. But how? I had no idea yet, but I would figure it out come hell or high water. There was no way I intended to leave Shae under his control when I knew the punishments she would face if she ever did anything to truly upset him. That was not an option.

The sound of an incoming email roused me from my dark thoughts, and I opened my laptop to confirm the sender even though I knew without looking. Jon. He would be looking for a final status report on Shae’s visit. I had emailed him sometime around midnight the night before to confirm Shae’s arrival and let him know she had been an excellent suspension subject, submitting without question or complaint. He had not responded to me then, but opening his email, it surprised me to see him commending her presentation and compliance, praising her as he had never done with any other slave.

The last sentence of his email contained the ultimate reason for the missive—one I knew better than to ignore. “Dinner. Sunday evening at seven.”

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The berries were fresh. The cream, fresher. The dark chocolate was the perfect counterbalance to the sweetness of the berries but under it all was the salty-sweet flavour of Shae. She was writhing and moaning with need by the time I took my place at the end of the table and sat looking over the landscape of her delectable body. I slid my hands under her knees and pulled her toward me, placing her legs over my shoulders. I slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted her pussy to my mouth, locking my eyes to hers. “Do not come, pet, until I allow it. If you fail, I’ll punish you.”

Shae’s eyes widened as she watched me move slowly toward her heated and needy centre, my full intentions becoming clear. An involuntary gasp of air escaped her lips when I licked her creamy slit from back to font. She bucked up, pressing her pussy into my mouth, unable to control her body’s automatic response. I slid one arm around her hip, settling my hand on her abdomen to hold her steady, and set to work on breaking her control.

The torture started with light licks and puffs of cool air on her pussy. I progressed slowly to sucking and nibbling her clit, worrying it with unrelenting attention. Shae’s moans grew over time to pleading as I clamped my teeth firmly around her swollen bud and heated it with the constant friction of my tongue. Her legs began to tremble. I knew she was close to her climax, so I pulled my mouth from her pulsing flesh and kissed the inside of her thighs, first one then the other. Shae squeezed her knees to the sides of my head, her hands finding purchase in my hair. If she had her way, I would go nowhere until I satisfied her, and I could not allow her that control.

“Grip the sides of the table, pet, and do not let go.” I growled my command, letting her know she was pushing her boundaries. She reluctantly loosened her grasp on my hair, my scalp stinging as the blood rushed to the assaulted area. Shae’s breath sawed in and out of her chest, and her words tumbled over one another as she begged for a reprieve.

“Please, sir, please! Let me rest or please let me come! I’m losing my mind! I need… I need to come please, sir, please!”

I grinned. She had played right into my hands. “Shae, Jon’s outfitted his dungeon with a spanking bench. It has your name on it if you so much as twitch in the next five minutes. I suggest you get a grip on your control. Now.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable, sir! You’ve been torturing and teasing me for the past hour without a break! Your demands are impossible, and you well know it!”

Her outburst sparked a flame of irritation in me the likes of which I had not felt in quite some time.

“Would you care to rephrase that, Shae?”

I pinned her with a harsh look of derision though I knew she was right. My demands were unreasonable, but I wanted her to fail to meet them in the most spectacular way possible.

When no response was immediately forthcoming, I stood, gripped Shae around her waist, and tossed her over my shoulder. Navigating the table, I strode out of the dining room and made my way to the top of the stairs leading to Jon’s dungeon.

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If these smoking hot excerpts set your imagination and body on fire maybe you should start with book 1 of Mystk’s trilogy.
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Blurb:
Book One of the Rigger trilogy tells the tale of a young female slave sent by her master to a Shibari Master for corrective training. What follows is an intense 24 hour period of having her limits, and her resolve, thoroughly tested.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mystk Knight lives on an island in beautiful British Columbia.  She shares her home with her fur-baby, who often looks at her as though she is perhaps a little insane as she chats her way through scenes or crawls around on the floor testing the positions she writes her characters into.  She dabbles in erotic romance and erotica and, no, her stories do not reflect her real life experiences, nor would she admit it if they did.  Her favorite hobby is procrastination; she will get to the final book in this trilogy when she is damn good and ready.

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#MasturbationMonday – Destroy Her Clothes – The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo #BDSM

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Hello and welcome to another amazing and freezing work week. Some of these Monday mornings staying in bed is too tempting… while you excuse yourself with fifteen more minutes you might as well fill them with pleasure.

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“Do you like that skirt, little one?”
“What?” She frowned in confusion.
“I was just curious.” I shrugged as I undid the last intricate buckle. “Whether you love it
or not it’s the last time you’ll wear it.”
After taking her second boot off I grabbed a pair of scissors from the briefcase and ran
them down her thigh, over the fishnet stockings and against her wet thong. The despair was filling her eyes more and more but Sage was too much of a fighter. Too good I’ve been prepared for a battle.
The sinister sound of the scissors clicking in the quiet room interrupted only by the low
buzz of the air conditioning. I started with the front of her denim skirt and sliced the cloth in two without much effort. I would use those scissors to destroy much finer and delicate fabrics but they were rough and sturdy enough to shear pretty much anything. Their steel blades always  made my subs scream as the tip pressed against their horny bodies.
I adored some good knife play.
The useless skirt fell down so I pulled it out beneath Sage’s firm ass, throwing it on the
floor. She was left in nothing but her stockings and thong, shaking, with visible knots in her forearms as she uselessly tried to push her boundaries. The moment I pressed the lower blade to her stomach and slid it under the thong, brushing her skin with the razor sharp tool, Sage cried in genuine horror, with no lust at all.

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Review: The Art House by Scarlett Knight

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Author: Scarlett Knight

Genre: Erotic Romance, Bisexual

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

My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: Granted the opportunity to model for world-famous yet reclusive artist Edgar, journalist Janelle Ryan thinks she’s finally landed the story of her career. What she doesn’t realize is that by staying at Edgar’s famous “Art House,” her focus shifts from the news story to experiencing an unexpected personal awakening of her mind, body, and soul.

As a consequence, painful emotions she’s been repressing for years begin to reemerge. Facing her demons head on, she realizes what is most important to her – how to forgive, and most importantly, how to love again.

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#SatSpanks Deeper Sexual Needs Unorthodox Therapy #BDSM

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Morning Spankos. This is the second Unorthodox Therapy snippet I share this week. I thought I could tease you with it as I’m finally moving ahead with the sequel. I’m currently about to start with Chapter 9 and hopefully this time next week I’ll be past the 60k mark. If you also follow #WIPITUP Wednesday, 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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“W-what are you doing?” I gasped at the intimate touch, blushing with embarrassment.
Thomas raised his eyebrows at me and I swallowed. “You said that your therapy wouldn’t
include sexual play.”
“Really? I don’t remember saying anything like that.” He smiled and pressed his digit harder against my clit.
“But…”
“All I told you was that in general BDSM doesn’t have to include sex. I never stated
explicitly I wouldn’t stimulate you with sexual play.”
I frowned and was about to protest when he placed his finger against my lips.
“Some people just need the right adjustment through pain and manipulation of their mind. In your case, I don’t believe pain would be enough to help you out of your habit.” Thomas leaned forward and kissed my lips very lightly.
“And what makes you think so?” I looked away while he was slowly massaging my chin.
“First of all, Lina, I don’t think you’re frigid, let alone sexually inadequate, but I think you
are repressed. You have much deeper needs that none of your lovers have met, and you find the release for your frustration in smoking.”
Before I could utter my next line, Thomas answered my question, as if he was really reading my mind.
“It shows in the way you smoke with such passion, as if you really find some erotic pleasure in it. Today, at the fire escape, you looked as if you had an orgasm when I lit your cigarette.” He kissed my neck with tenderness and whispered against my skin. “And above all, I asked you for your hard limits earlier. You didn’t even think of adding ‘sex’ to the list, did you? Anyway, it’s not too late to change your mind and safeword, but I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“But this is inappropriate.” He kept kissing my neck while I searched for valid arguments.
“I’m your boss, and…”
“All I know is you are the hottest woman I’ve ever met. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”

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If you are curious about what he’ll do next and how far they’ll go with that session and further you can buy the book hereNow, head back to Saturday Spanking Inc. for more weekend corporal punishment.

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