#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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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Nia Farrell And Replay Book 4: Hooked

tuesdayDuring the first Tuesday of 2017 I present to your attention the latest release by author Nia Farrell. This is book 4 of her Replay series focused on different stories taking place in a BDSM theme resort. If you want to know more about Nia and her writing, take a look at her Author Spotlight and interview.

 

 

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Blurb:

Ex-Navy SEAL Marcus Vos is a man with dark passions but enough of a conscience, he’s stayed away from the woman he wants…until she’s given a weekend at Replay, the local BDSM theme resort where patrons play in the past. The last time they were there as guests, he sent Gini home alone. But Gini’s returning—solo—for a pirate weekend over the Fourth of July, with plans to explore her own sexuality. She hopes to learn what she likes and why she’s drawn to some aspects of BDSM. She doesn’t know that Marcus will be her guide. Playing Captain Hook will be easy for this amputee. He plans to keep his PTSD service dog close by. He’s told Gini the truth about his sexual addiction, but she’s about to learn that he’s a Dominant, too. One who requires a service dog’s help to wake up from flashbacks and nightmares, episodes that occur up to six times a night. What happens when the man you want is a haunted hero with wounds that you’re helpless to heal?

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Annabelle Learns A Lesson of Humility #SatSpanks

saturday-spankingsI believe that a good spanking is always a great way to start the weekend. So I finally decided to join that sweet Saturday initiative with a little scene from my novella Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairy Tale. I’m pretty proud with it so I hope you’d like it as well.

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“One more rule, baby girl. You are not allowed to cum till we say so.” Annabelle shivered with horror at that. How was she supposed to restrain herself when her lust was building up more and more with every harsh blow. Just then she realized that would be the true challenge of the evening.

At about the tenth smack Evan grabbed his wife by her ponytail and opened her mouth with his stiff cock. Annabelle instinctively wrapped her pretty lips around him and started slurping his precum as if on cue. However, he was not in the mood for games of teasing and seduction right now. She hardly gave him blow jobs and at that instant, his main purpose was to make up for the lost time, claim her mouth and throat. Before the hapless woman knew what was going on, his pulsing dick was shoved deep down her throat and gagged her. Evan slapped the cheeks of her face playfully and moved his hips in position to fuck her mouth. Kitty gave him a conspiratorial grin and slammed her palm against Annabelle’s pussy. The latter one screamed on the cock that was choking her. The slick mix of saliva and phlegm ran down her face as she tried to handle Evan’s prick.

“Count, girl. Don’t think you’re off the hook, keep counting.” Kitty was having a blast as Annabelle tried to multitask between sucking cock and uttering muffled numbers. Kitty shoved three digits in her pussy and pressed her forefinger to the rough, grainy patch of her G-spot. That made the poor pet jump into a near orgasmic state. Kitty would pull her fingers out and spread the juices all over the sore, beaten ass as if they were lotion.

Annabelle gradually overcame her embarrassment and blinked her tears away staring at Evan’s eyes. Every few seconds he was pulling out just to slam deep back in her throat making it bulge under the pressure. She placed her fingers on his balls and raised her head so she would suck him even deeper.

“Wow, who would have though a refined lady like her would be such an eager dick sucker.” Kitty laughed as Annabelle bobbed her head up and down on her husband’s cock. He was in heaven, grunting and moaning the whole time, his fist was holding her by the ponytail and pressed her head harder. However when she took the initiative something in him got unleashed.

“Oh, yes, she is really just a filthy whore.” Annabelle trembled at these words. Her worst fears were resurfacing and the emotional sting hurt her more than any spanking that Kitty could give her. Still she kept sucking with the same zest while the other woman was spreading her cunt and testing how many fingers would fit in there. It took her all of her strength not to give into the orgasm. It seemed as if every sensitive point of hers was on fire. The way Evan used her mouth for his pleasure didn’t make it any easier for her to control her pussy.

Finally, he pulled out and slapped her face with his throbbing cock, clearly on the verge of shooting his load. He smeared the precum and spit all over Annabelle’s pretty features as if applying makeup, using his tip as a brush.

“Mmm, our little pet seems to love pain.” Kitty raised her fingers and Evan gasped as soon as he saw how soaked they were, slimy and slippery.

“T-twenty…” Annabelle’s tortured voice escaped her stained lips and her ass muscles stiffened. She was half prepared for Kitty’s hand to smack her again. Instead, the woman ran her hand down her back in a loving caress.

“Good girl. You took your beating so well, much better than I expected. But don’t get complaisant, you have a lot to prove.” Kitty ran her hand over Annabelle’s ponytail, smoothing her hair.

“The night is still young, darling.” He yanked Annabelle’s head back once more and looked up at his accomplice. “Do you have something harder at that bag of yours? I want to see how much her ass can handle.”

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Author Spotlight: Patrick Khayler

Patrick Khayler was one of the first writers of erotic romance of the opposite sex I had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know. He is a creator of beautiful and sensual tales, fascinating characters and plots that keep the reader hooked to his novels. Make no mistake, my guest today is not a self-proclaimed Casanova who writes his books as memoirs. He is a loving husband and father and his significant other is his greatest muse. However, he also has a kinky, liberated mind, curiosity and incredible, clinical observance of human nature, sexuality, needs, and drives. Today I’ll present you his world of awakening. I know you’re not afraid of the spotlight, Patrick, so come forward.

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Lilah: I usually have ladies for the Author Spotlight but today I’d like to present to you one of the finest new male writers in the erotic romance genre. Hello, Patrick, it’s a huge pleasure to have you in here. How does it feel to be a man in a genre usually associated with female writers? Do you feel well among so many women?

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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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