Monday Morning Fika with Emily Tilton: The Samois Dynamic

I’ve made no secret of my love for the middle section of Story of O, the chapter entitled “Anne-Marie and the Rings.” In this section, O is delivered by Sir Stephen, her master and owner, to a château called Samois where a femdom named Anne-Marie rules over an establishment comprising only women–all of them except Anne-Marie herself submissives who have been sent to Samois for training by their owners.

I have been absolutely captivated by this fantasy-constellation since the first time I read it, and recognized in it, as in so many other parts of Story of O, the perfection of various permutations I had been through in my own feverish imaginings and in the BDSM books I had managed to find and hide away to be consulted, and re-consulted, over and over until I could practically recite the naughtiest scenes word-for-word. So perfect do I find Samois as an embodiment of what might be called the “feminine training for masculine dominance” dynamic that the whole constellation simply goes by the name “Samois” for me.

Thus, when in my Victorian pastiche I created an establishment called “Smith’s” for the training of submissive brides, and put in charge of it one of my favorite characters of all those I’ve ever created, a widow named Mrs. Smith (her Christian name is revealed for the very first time in the excerpt below, from the forthcoming Emily’s Return to Smith’s), I was consciously creating a Samois of my own.

In this excerpt, Emily Orn Wilkes, who’s my fictional great-great-grandmother, has returned to Smith’s after her wedding-night with her husband Edmund, to be fitted for an additional “instrument of discipline” of which she as yet only knows the name: petit-maître (little master).

 

I was completely naked. When Mrs. Smith had said, “Everything off, if you please, Mrs. Wilkes,” I had paid far more attention to her use of my married name than I had to the command to disrobe that would have so horrified me only two days before. Being naked at Smith’s was as natural as donning one’s petticoats at home, or saying “please” and “thank you.” Polly had been there to help me off with my gown, and my corset, and my crinolines. I had removed my stockings and lowered my drawers almost without thinking about it, and Polly had drawn the shift over my head, and I was as bare as I had been when Mrs. Smith had first helped me undress in her parlor–more naked, in fact, for on that occasion I had still had my private curls.

“There, Mrs. Wilkes!” Mrs. Smith had said, still clothed herself, of course. “Now you are a proper bride, are you not?”

I had blushed a bit, but I had not lowered my eyes. “I suppose I am, Mrs. Smith. What new trial awaits me?” I had meant to be severe, but I had been unable to stop my mouth from twisting up at the corner.

Mrs. Smith had smiled in response, and said, “Nothing so hard as what I’m sure you have undergone these last twenty-four hours, Mrs. Wilkes!” She had laid her hand against my cheek, then, for a moment. It would have been a shocking freedom for anyone but a family-member, in any other situation, I suppose, but as you know Mrs. Smith was already becoming a second mother to me, and, really, more of a mother than she who bore me. “Was it so bad, Emily?” she had asked, softly.

Tears had welled up in my eyes, but they had not been not tears of sadness. “No,” I murmured. “Truly. . .” my voice had trailed off. Had I been ready, at that moment, to confess all to her? To tell her how terribly even now I longed to be over my new husband’s lap, feeling his powerful hand exploding against my bottom? over his saddle, feeling his yard impaling me shamefully? “Truly, no, Mrs. Smith.” I was not ready, yet, I had decided.

She had looked into my eyes, for a long moment. “Emily,” she had said, using my Christian name for the first time since the morning two days before, after she had taken me over her lap to spank me, “I should like to bring you to my bed tonight. I have power to command your attendance upon me there, but I should like you to come of your own free will.”

I had looked back into her grey eyes, and imagined. I had thought of seducing Sarah Garrison on that mossy bank, of how she had tasted, and how it had felt to taste her. Attending Mrs. Smith would be very different, I had known, but the memory of the tenderness of Sarah’s caress had drawn me back to that sunny day, and I had known I wanted to be brought to Mrs. Smith’s bed. I wanted it more than anything.

“Oh, Mrs. Smith.”

She had been able to tell my answer from my tone. “In my bed, you will call me Anne.” She had patted my bottom. “Now it is time for your ‘new trial’, as you call it, Miss Pert.” Just as Edmund had, when pushing me towards my saddle the night before, Mrs. Smith had applied pressure to my bare posterior, and I had complied, laying myself over the fitting stool, where it sat upon the divan.

 

The essential elements of the Samois dynamic, for me, are the following.

  • The establishment is all female.
  • The head of the establishment is a femdom.
  • The head of the establishment nevertheless trains submissives for men.
  • The head of the establishment knows much more about BDSM than the men ever will.

I hope you’ll agree with me that the dynamic is a fascinating one, even if you wish to debate some of the elements. (I should mention that I’m also aware of the importance of Samois in a very different realm: some of the leading female lights of the early BDSM scene in San Francisco organized themselves under the name, and I hope you won’t take my treatment of the theme here as either attempting to discuss or to undercut their contribution to BDSM culture.)

In particular, the element that gives me pause is the third one. I’m glad to say that I abandoned traditional understandings of sexual orientation a while ago: I’m happily cis, and happily straight, and happily queer, and even a bit happily trans from time to time. Really, I suppose I’m just totally BDSM. Nevertheless, it makes me feel guilty to assert that part of the hotness of Samois is that the girls are being trained for men, and I’m not sure why it should be necessary.

The guess I want to hazard, to get discussion going, is that a kind of paradox finds expression in the Anne-Marie/Mrs. Smith figure: in order for her to attain to the height of BDSM power, she must be the mistress of both traditional sexes–in the terms of old-fashioned masculinist psychoanalysis, she can’t have the phallus unless she’s taking possession of it from the men who send their submissives to her, and transfer to her their authority over their subs. Feminine dominance, in the Samois construction, has to be borrowed from men–in order that it be displayed as superior to masculine dominance.

Why do Anne-Marie and Mrs. Smith need to borrow that phallic dominance? (Remember that we’re talking about a fantasy, and the way it gets me unbearably hot, and not about anybody’s real domestic arrangements.) From my perspective, as a relatively straight sub, Anne-Marie has to be in charge of O and the other girls (including, frankly, in my imagination, fantasy-me) as an embodiment of their owners’ authority–that is, as a wielder of the phallus–because, I blush to disclose, the phallus really is the object of my desire.Thanks to the wonders of feminist theory, I know that my husband isn’t actually in possession of the phallus any more than I am; it’s just that the reasonable facsimile that dangles and rises between his thighs works really, really well for me as something I want to have doing various things that make me feel fulfilled, erotically speaking.

I’m sure your mileage varies! How much, and in what ways?

 

Bio

I, Emily Tilton, if I exist, am a human rights lawyer who resides in Greenwich, CT. It’s more likely that I’m actually someone else, who wishes she were as free to play out her real fantasies as Emily Tilton is.

 

EXPLORATIONS is a narrative version of my nearly lifelong quest to reconcile my submissive erotic orientation with my ethics. See this post on my blog for a frequently updated guide to the series: http://etiltonexplorations.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-explorations-series-so-far.html

 

Over the many years since I became aware of my sometimes unbearable craving for ravishment, spanking, and above all anal domination, I have tried to come to terms with that craving in more ways than I can count. The first of the ways was by reading, voraciously, every piece of good BDSM erotica (and of course also a ton of bad BDSM erotica) I could find.

 

Eventually, I read Story of O. As is reflected throughout EXPLORATIONS, it changed my life, though the change has been gradual, and continues to this day. The idea that other women might share the lusts I have by turns been ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that a woman like the real Pauline Réage might write so beautifully of those lusts, and work them out so thoroughly and even pitilessly on a character, put Réage’s famous pencil in my right hand. Or, to put it in the terms of EXPLORATIONS, it put my left hand on the keyboard of my laptop and my right hand in my lap, if you know what I mean. I started to write spanking stories.

 

Buy EXPLORATIONS: Books 21-24 (the first Victorian collection, with lots of Mrs. Smith)

Buy Emily’s Victorian Bridal Chamber  at Amazon.

 Emily Tilton’s blog

 

Blurb:

“Emily, I do not think that I am capable of ruining you, but that fact does not mean that I will not try. John told me the story as a schoolboy might, unheeding of its real significance—or at least of its significance to me. But I knew what it really meant—that you were born for me, because you were born for the sort of life to which I invite you. I will admit that I do not fathom as deeply as some the desires at work in the ‘great drama’, but my deep feeling of them makes up, not only in my eyes, but in the eyes of many others, for my less refined understanding. That is why I was allowed to establish credit at Smith’s. There are some doors that new money could never open on its own.”

In the 27th book of Explorations, as the story of fantasy-Emily’s connection with Prophettown gathers a frightening sort of momentum, the story of Victorian Emily’s wedding-night also comes to its crisis point.

This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Ff, Mf, ageplay, spanking. It’s intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

The Explorations series is a unique take on BDSM above all because of the strong individual voice of Emily Tilton herself, manifestly shaping the fantasy-elaborations of the series. Because Emily is interested in helping herself and others understand how BDSM can be lived within a mostly vanilla existence, the way most of us have to live it, Explorations has a unique element that Emily hopes will set it apart and make it useful: Emily has created a fantasy-version of herself (keeping to the tropes of the genre she knows so well, fantasy-Emily is an eighteen-year-old virginal bride with a self-abuse “problem”), whose fantasies and “realities” are the central subject of the stories of Explorations–but the real Emily also keeps her authorial, real voice in the margins, explaining and analyzing, and revealing from time to time the much more mundane, real version of the things Emily has transformed in the story of her fantasy-self. This doubling of the “I” in the first-person narrative of Explorations makes the series worth exploring all on its own. Come for the hot D/s, spanking, anal action. Stay for the exploration.

Monday Morning Fika with Jessica Subject: Sex with Aliens

Sex With Aliens

Have you ever stared up in the night sky thinking about the life that exists in outer space, wondering when we will finally meet someone from light years away?

Thank you to Anastasia for inviting me here today! I’ve been writing alien romances for five years now, and been published for over two. One of the common questions I get asked from those not in the Sci-Fi Romance community is why I would write about sex with aliens. Well, there are many reasons why I do it and continue to enjoy reading and writing these stories.

When my daughter was in kindergarten, she brought home books to read every night. And she hated it. If she couldn’t pronounce the word correctly the first time, she would start crying and march off to her room. As a book lover, this tore me apart. I wanted her to enjoy reading as much as me. So, I started writing. Like my husband, she loved superheroes. And I set out to write her a book about superheroes, my favorite being Superman (an alien). But as I continued to write, the story became so much more. It was no longer for her, but for myself. And the superheroes lost their powers and became just aliens trying to fit in on Earth. I quickly penned her another story about her stuffed unicorn, but by then, she had caught onto reading and now reads well in two languages.

Another reason I write about aliens is for therapy. Honestly, I used to be terrified of aliens, afraid they were lurking in the dark recesses of the house, waiting to abduct me. I’m serious. It all started about four years before I started writing. We lived in a farmhouse out in the country. While there were a couple of houses nearby, there were also fields in between us and them. Corn fields. If you’ve ever watched M. Night Shyamalan’s Signs, you will understand the significance of aliens and corn fields. I became terrified of the dark again, and I hated being alone in the house at night. When we moved back to the city, I became a little less paranoid. Though, it wasn’t until I started writing about aliens, that the fear disappeared. It’s gone. And if I ever do meet an alien, I hope he’s sexy like the ones that I write about. *grins*

The biggest reason I write alien romances has to do with my beliefs. I believe in equality for all regardless of race, religion, or sexual orientation. I understand that people have different beliefs, and I’m okay with that. In my stories, the aliens are from other planets, but they also represent those on Earth who are different. My aliens go through the same rejection because of their differences, and many hide what they are for fear of being exposed. I like happily ever afters, where my aliens are accepted regardless of their differences. And I like to see the same thing in real life.

So, tell me, have you read any romance stories involving an alien?

~Jessica 🙂

 

Alien Lover

A story from The Edge

By Jessica E. Subject

Sci-Fi Erotica

ISBN: 978-1613334270

Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

Book Trailer:

http://youtu.be/p1Wr59y9F5I

 

Bio:

Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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Monday Morning Fika with Mila Kerr: I’m Submissive, But My Alter Ego is Dominant

Last year, when Alta Hensley appeared on Fika, I asked whether she would consider writing F/F. Guess what? One year later, she’s writing F/F under the name of Mila Kerr and has published her first two F/F books. Read about her experience here, and remember…anyone can become an F/F author. Even you! 😀

Thanks for having me on Fika, Anastasia. I love this site. What I like most about this blog, is that it supports me as Alta Hensley, and it also supports my alter ego Mila Kerr. I get a 2 for 1. 🙂

As some may already know, Mila Kerr is my alter ego that writes in the F/F genre. No spanking, no DD…just romance involving the lovely ladies. I created Mila to make it very clear what genre I was writing in, and I love writing as Mila Kerr. A little too much.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Alta is submissive and Mila is Dominant. At least lately. Every time I try to write an Alta Hensley story, Mila steps in and demands to be heard. Mila wants to write the F/F and Alta needs to step aside. Do I sound crazy yet? Ha ha.

As an author, I think it’s hard to keep other ideas for other stories at bay while you are trying to complete your current WIP, but when you have a pesky alter ego, the challenge is intensified. But I have found an incredible perk of writing in two genres as well…I can use an idea twice.

When I wrote Of Yesterday as Alta, I fell in love with the idea. In hindsight, I wish I had elaborated on the town and fleshed out my imagination a bit more. So, to fix this, I could easily start working on a book 2 (which I may still do) or I could be creative and use the same idea and concept as Mila. Which is the basis behind my latest book Aspen Meadows. It has the same concept as Of Yesterday, but obviously different since it is F/F and not DD. Aspen Meadows was born from an idea of Alta’s but became a Mila Kerr creation. Now do I sound crazy yet? I know I do. 🙂

I really enjoy writing F/F. I really like the voice I’ve created as Mila Kerr and the stories I get to tell. It hasn’t been easy starting over as an essentially new author, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I just hope submissive Alta still has a voice, too.

If you had the chance to step back in time, would you?

What if you could live in a community built around the morals of yesterday?

Rylie James isn’t happy in today’s world. She longs for a time when life was simpler. When people could work off their land and be part of a true, small town community. Trying to bring back history, Rylie has spent years building a new society that is a replica of an old 1800’s town.

Before making the big move to the historical utopia of Aspen Meadows, Rylie’s world is turned upside down by the free spirited Luna Forester. Now she questions if she is trying to build happiness, when she may be staring directly into it.

Luna Forester’s entire life is about to change with one single proposition: move to Aspen Meadows and create a new future. Moving to Aspen Meadows is her chance to start over. Start a new life, find happiness…and possibly find love. But can she deal with the stubborn, overbearing, yet completely seductive, Rylie James?

Monday Morning Fika with Thianna D: Dominant Bottoms and Submissive Tops

As readers of erotic fiction, we like to think of our dominant males/females as dominant in the bedroom as well as out of it. And, in the same vein, our submissive males/females submissive both in and out of the bedroom. But that is not necessarily so in real life – nor does it need to be in literature.

 

For the sake of this article, I will be using the following terms to denote certain characteristics. Whatever they mean to you outside of this article, put that aside for the next 500 words or so.

 

Dominant – An individual who likes to take charge in their daily life.

Submissive – An individual who prefers to give up certain control in daily life.

Top – Someone who likes to take charge sexually.

Bottom – Someone who likes to submit sexually.

 

Okay, so…got those straight? The average erotic novel will usually contain Dominant Tops and Submissive Bottoms. Did you know that in real life there are also Dominant Bottoms and Submissive Tops? Before you gasp in shock, think of all the stories you hear about strong, powerful men – men who are CEOs and who run powerful organizations – who use a Dominatrix to relax. They enjoy submitting in the bedroom. There is nothing wrong with that. Nor is there anything wrong with someone who works at the local 7-11 in a menial job spending their weekend Topping someone at a local fetish club.

 

If you look at it from a logical and not sexually-crazed context, it makes sense. The person who runs & controls everything in their own life might find great pleasure in submitting to another just as someone who prefers to follow on a day-to-day basis might enjoy smacking someone else’s ass. That is not to say that everyone would find it this way. After all, this Submissive Bottom prefers Dominant Tops in real life. And they are not easy to find 😉

 

Now, how can we cross that over into erotica? Well, we all see the books out there about billionaires and their secretaries where the billionaire is a Dominant Top and the secretary is a Submissive Bottom. How about switching that up a bit? At work, he has control…at home he serves her. Sound a bit hot? They walk through the door after an entire day of him ordering her around, paying little attention to her and the moment that door shuts behind them, he hits his knees. He makes her dinner, serves her completely naked, then for dessert, he pleases her in every way possible – because she told him to. Without getting any physical pleasure for himself. And that is where he gains his pleasure – it gears him up for another hard day at work.

 

Intrigued yet?

 

How about a high-powered female exec who controls her life with an iron fist falling for a young woman who sells her artwork on the street? In a crowd, people assume the exec is in charge, but when they get home? Imagine if their roles are reversed. Just think of the release for the exec at being able to give up control to someone she trusts and the artist who can take that care away from the woman she loves by taking that control. And just imagine the sensual scenes an author could write…

 

Think of all the permutations. In my current novel As Natural As Breathing, my two characters investigate and really get into spanking as a sexual fetish. Logan is the Top, Christian the Bottom. As Logan is the one who leads the brand new relationship, one might think he is the Dominant as well. But is he? You won’t know the answer to that until its sequel comes out in January 2014 when they start to discuss their domestic discipline relationship.

 

*ducks tossed tomatoes*

 

No tossing tomatoes…it will get Ana’s pretty site all dirty.

 

As Natural As Breathing

Length: Novel

Genre: Gay Spanking Romance

 

For Christian Darringer, life isn’t worth living. Just back from the Middle East; scarred and with permanent damage to one leg, he does not think anyone will want him for anything. Meeting a gorgeous man he finds himself thinking about constantly is not in his plans. Pulled toward the startling younger man with striking blue eyes, he begins to question a lot of things – especially his sexuality. Not one to hide from a challenge, he plunges ahead only to find himself more than just attracted to Logan who is full of life and joy, he finds himself head over heels in love.

 

Logan Mannette has almost everything he ever wanted: loving parents, happiness, friends and security. The only thing missing is finding the love of his life, a love that is just like his parents’. When he meets Christian at a party, everything changes. Instantly attracted, he does his best to help this sad man and quickly finds himself feeling more than he has ever felt before. Raised in a domestic discipline household, he holds that ideal as what he wants but his interest in spanking became a fetish and when Christian admits that he wants to be spanked, Logan believes he might have found the perfect man.

 

Just as everything begins for them, Christian’s past intercedes and one of his brothers makes waves about him dating a man. If it weren’t for Logan’s support, he might fold; but with the love of one amazing man, Christian finds that living his life rather than just existing is as natural as breathing.

 

You can find As Natural As Breathing at:

Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble

 

 

Thianna D

For Thianna D, reading and writing are as important as breathing and far more important than math or science. A storyteller from the time she could speak, she was always making up characters as a kid. As a teenager that turned to sci-fi and fantasy, as an adult to romance. It wasn’t until her fourth decade that she began writing erotic scenes within her stories.

Writing M/M came naturally to her; she wrote her first tale before ever having read one. “There is something about the amazing dynamic between two strong men falling in love and defeating anything thrown at them.” While she had written several BDSM stories involving men, As Natural As Breathing was the first full-length novel involving domestic discipline.

You can find out more of what is going on with her at:

Thianna D’s Blog

Thianna D’s Author Site

Goodreads

Twitter

Facebook

 

Monday Morning Fika with Alice Dark: A former Catholic schoolgirl’s aphrodisiac

Today we have the irrepressible, mischievous, and oh-so-naughty Alice Dark! I’ve wanted to host Our Lady of F/F Badness for quite a while, but her pesky day job kept getting in the way. Can you imagine? Hmph! She was the first author of F/F spanking I met, and I’ve adored getting to know how that evil little mind works. (Case in point: her avatar includes a naughty–quite possibly poisoned–red apple.)

She has quite the treat for us today! We’ll get a peek at how she got started writing, and she’s even going to show you an excerpt from her newest release. All I can say is “Phew!” that she hasn’t written another Ana-gets-spanked story. A girl has to have some protection. 😉

Enjoy Fika today!

Good morning, my pets. If you’re reading this, it’s likely Monday, and I’m grumpy. I haven’t had my coffee, haven’t spanked anyone, and I’m at my day job.

 

In many ways, that’s why I’m a writer. I want to free myself from Monday mornings and the dreaded cubicle farm.

 

I’ve been a writer for as long as I have memory. I still remember my first unfinished novel – “The Energy Man” – scrawled in #2 pencil in my composition notebook. I was about 6 years old, and I got an F in English, because I couldn’t tell the difference between a noun and a verb. I could write up a storm; I have natural talent when it comes to stringing together words and thoughts. But to this day, I have issues picking out nouns, verbs and adverbs. God forbid you ask me to diagram a sentence.

 

Over the years, I moved on to different types of writing, and a string of unfinished novels lies in my wake. I’ve written horror, science fiction, fantasy and romance. I’ve dabbled in poetry, and had many angry young feminist poems published under a pseudonym.

 

But I don’t think I really came into my own, till I put it all aside and turned my pen to lesbian fiction – in particular, spanking fiction.

 

I’ll back up a little at this point. I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic schools as a young lady. The nuns in those days had permission to paddle our backsides when we were bad. We got the ruler across the hand for simple misdeeds, like being late to class or talking back to a nun. A full-on paddling was the result of one of the greater sins: smoking, cutting class, cursing (especially saying the big GD! You could get caught saying fuck, and have a 50-50 chance of the ruler across your palm; but saying Goddamn was big ticket to a paddled ass!)

 

Sometime in my teenage years, I figured out that I liked girls better than boys. Yeah. That was a major sin in those days that I kept to myself till I got to college. And college was the real eyeopener. I breezed through a series of affairs with lipstick lesbians and college girls just wanting to “try things out.” It wasn’t till I met Sophia that I had (and still have!) a real relationship.

 

Throughout all of this time, I struggled with mainstream writing – the typical man and woman story – in some kind of fantastical world. I liked vampires, eschewed werewolves, and tried to get the fey to act right in my stories. I also put pen to some of the most vicious feminist poetry written. But I wasn’t happy, and I wasn’t getting published.

 

I’d always heard that you should write what you know; I was trying to write what I thought would sell.

 

Several years ago, I sat down and penned a short story about the spanking relationship that Sophia and I have. I don’t remember the story, and it’s long ago lost. But I posted the story to one of the spanking newsgroups – the old Usenet. For those who remember newsgroups, I believe it was alt.sex.spanking.stories. The feedback was immediate! Lots of horny girls and boys across that little section of the Internet posted about how much they liked the story, and liked that it came from my own life.

 

See, Sophia was raised Catholic, too, and she’s no stranger to the paddle. We didn’t know one another as kids, but if you listen to us talk, you’d think we were raised together. Us Catholic kids of a certain generation have some stories to tell! (By the way: the boys got the cane. *giggle*)

 

In all my years of publishing, I’d never had much luck with publishers. At least not the ones who paid for my writing. I’ve had poetry published in respectable journals – but poetry doesn’t pay. So when I wrote down my first spanking story – Heather’s Caning & Humiliation – I published it through Smashwords. Part of the caning story is true, and it’s based on Sophia’s and my lives. Parts are made up – kind of as I envisioned it, if girls got the cane.

 

That was three years ago, and that book is still selling on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Folks in the UK love caning stories, as long as you have a knack for the lingo. (For gosh sakes, you have to know what a “fanny” is, if you’re writing for the UK audience!) And after all the years of trying to get something published, I finally made a few dollars with my words.

 

I was hooked. Sure, I only made about 10 bucks that year, but it was a start! Sophia and I blew the money on a bottle of wine, and we celebrated. My next book was again based on our lives: The Caning of Misty Day. That book stepped further into dreams and wishes. Believe me, none of the nuns in my school were that pretty! (I think all of the pretty nuns are on TV, or in Mexico!) It’s been a long haul since then, and I still self-publish my books. I haven’t looked for an actual book publisher, ’cause I’m too impatient: I like to put my books out for my readers as soon as I’ve finished them.

 

Sophia and I have tried many of the things I write about: paddling, caning, OTK, figging. Yes, we’ve tried figging. Sophia likes the feel of the root, but it’s just so damn hard to carve! If I’m struggling with a sex scene, we give it a go in real life. I like to experiment, and so does my girlfriend. We’ll try almost anything, so long as it’s not too dangerous. And then I write about it.

 

That’s our aphrodisiac.

 

So there you have it. I write lesbian spanking fiction in hopes that one day I’ll be able to quit this damn day job and give up Monday mornings. And also, because it’s what I know, and I like it.

Blurb

Diana Street is a no nonsense private detective who spanks her way through a high profile murder case, while making love to the women she meets along the way. Wayward females learn that Diana has little patience with those who break the rules; and men in need of an “attitude adjustment,” fall into step when Diana snaps her fingers. Along the way, Diana solves a murder and delivers sweet spankings to everyone who needs them. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes among multiple partners, BDSM, spanking, anal play and explicit sex. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

Excerpt from Spanking Detective

A moment later, the door swung open. “Diana?”

Damn, Ruby looked good. Her thick, blond hair was loose and flowing, with big curls that caressed her shoulders in honey-gold waves. She had very little makeup on her clear skin – only the slightest hint to highlight her prominent cheekbones and eyes. To complement her natural beauty, Ruby wore an emerald-green, short-sleeve chiffon dress with an irregular hemline that was cut above her knees. I caught flashing glimpses of her long, beautiful legs. Flat, strappy sandals completed the effect.

Ruby was a knockout, and she was right on time.

“I like a woman who’s prompt.” Carefully, so as not to jostle my broken ribs, I leaned back in my chair and surveyed the beauty in front of me.

“We have an appointment,” Ruby said. “I didn’t want to be late.” And then she did the damnedest thing. Slowly, like a dancer, she spun in a tight circle. Once. Twice. Three times, and the chiffon dress flared out like a flower. “How do I look?” Her lips quirked in a smile, and she elbowed the door closed behind her.

I got up slowly and walked around the front of my desk. I leaned against it and cocked my head. Ignoring the lovely bait so beautifully presented, I got right to the point. “You owe me.”

In three short strides, Ruby covered the distance between the two of us. One hand encircled my waist, and the other gripped the back of my neck. She pulled my face close to hers. Our lips were a rush of lust and moans – a kiss that was a tangle of tongues and desire. As Ruby probed my mouth, she let go of my waist, and let her hand run up the outside of my corset. Her fingers closed on my breast, and she rubbed the soft flesh, pinching the nipple, already hard with my need for her. Our tongues slid along one another’s teeth, and I relished Ruby’s taste in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. I felt like I could get lost in this moment. The two dead men were but fading memories, better buried and forgotten. All I cared I about was Ruby’s touch. Her taste. Her body arching into mine.

Ruby’s fingers wandered, and she let go of my neck and breast. She fumbled with the laces on my corset. It was a simple bow at the back that held the leather together, and Ruby quickly undid the stays. Groaning, I allowed the corset to slip down my body, then slither between us to the floor. Pain bloomed fresh in my ribs as Ruby pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn’t mind. Pain is my friend; it lets me know I’m alive.

Ruby pulled back a scant inch. Her breath was hot in my mouth. “I feel safe when I’m with you, Diana,” she said. She brushed my lips with hers. “If I fall, I think you’d catch me.”

For a not-lesbian, Ruby had adapted quickly to girl-on-girl love. I closed my teeth gently on her bottom lip and teased it with my tongue. Her blue eyes were wide open, and I felt myself falling into those depths. She wasn’t the only one who was feeling safe. I’m the kind of chick who can kick ass and shoot a man dead, but at that moment, I felt fragile in her arms. I closed my lips on hers again.

Links to Alice Dark on the Web

Web site http://www.bentalice.com
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Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3355211.Alice_Dark

Monday Morning Fika with Constance Masters: Stay-at-home mum, tech-no, and author of spanking fiction

When Constance and I talked about her visit to Fika today, I laughed because she spelled the name of a technology wrong. In essence, she proved her point that she is not familiar with technology. I asked her if she wanted me to correct it, but she said to leave it “as is.” She also said that if it’s good enough for Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, it’s good enough for her. 🙂 So please enjoy today’s Fika as much as I did.

 

 

Of course before I talk about anything I’d like to thank Ana for having me.

 

 

You know it’s hard when you get asked to talk about being an author because to me it still feels a little foreign. Not writing in general but having books out there in the public that people judge. Sometimes they love them and some times they don’t. You have to get used to both. I’m getting there. I’m not nearly as thin skinned as I was in the beginning.

 

 

It’s funny, I had a conversation with my best friend the other day about what we consider ourselves to be. We were both stay at home mothers for twenty five years and then she went back to work. That’s right she deserted me. Terrible thing to do. We used to see each other at the drop off in the morning then go home, talk on the phone and then see each other in the afternoon. We were stay at home Mums and we were proud of that.

 

 

My friend was saying, during this conversation that it still seems weird to her to tell people that she does…her career. I said I know right…I don’t know what to call myself anymore. I’m certainly not a house wife if my domestic skills are anything to go by. My twelve year old is good company and hilarious but it seems kind of a stretch to say I’m there just to raise him. He is the product of two parents that are already in grandparent mode. I think sometimes he’s raising us. I do have two other kids at home but they’re both adults. No claim to fame looking after them either. I do play a good game of Candy Crush does that count?

She said to me… “Are you serious? You’re an author.”

“I said “I guess.”

“She said you are. You should be really proud of that I’d tell everyone if it was me.”

I’ve told a lot of people. More lately because my husband is getting less skittish about people knowing but it still doesn’t come easily. Which leads me to a funny story.

 

 

We were all sitting around my older children, boyfriends, girlfriends…luckily no children, when my 25 year old middle child (every family has one of those)  got out his new iphone. Now this iphone has this new thing apparently called Suri I think. Now this Suri is like google only you speak to her. That and she has a mega smart ass attitude. If you’re all young you probably know about her already. I don’t even own a phone. If I’m out I don’t want people to find me but I digress. So before I have a chance to stop him he says to Suri the smart ass Who is Constance Masters. You know what she answered ?

 

 

“Constance Masters is an author of spanking fiction.” This was followed by a deathly silence and raucous laughter.

 

So there you have it. That’s who I am. The moral of the story for the middle child  is…don’t ask a question that you don’t want to have answered in a room full of people.

Jeremy and Jamie are a young married couple that live together but live separate lives. Jamie is a busy professional journalist, obsessed with giving their two little girls everything… except for her time.

Sarah and Joe are a happily-married couple that have four children. Sarah is a stay at home mother who home-schools her brood. She and Joe are living in a domestic discipline relationship.

When Jamie finds out that Joe spanks his wife she sets out to expose him as the abusive husband she believes that he is, and what better way to do it than to participate in a “Spouse Swap” program. It doesn’t take long for her to end up over her fake husband’s knee getting a first hand account of what it’s like to be a spanked wife.

Amazon US  Link
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Twitter : constancefic
Creatively Constance : creativelyconstance.blogspot.com

Monday Morning Fika with Siobhan Muir: Making your stories real

What makes a story feel real?

I’m absolutely delighted that Ana asked me to join in her Fika Mondays. Ana and I met on Six Sentence Sunday when we were both trying to get our names out there and find out about other authors we’d never read. Though we don’t usually read each other’s genres, one trait we both share in our storytelling is the ability to capture just enough reality to grab the reader.

So what makes a story feel real?

For me, it’s the ability of the author to make me feel like I could be there, in the story, doing what the characters are doing. I need dialog and vivid description to take me into the world, to hold me there, and make me believe I could be experiencing everything going on. Suspension of disbelief is necessary as well, but there has to be enough realism, particularly in paranormal romances. You’re dealing with complete fantasy creatures, but have to make them seem like you could see them on the street.

When I start writing a story, no matter the premise, I always try to write it as if I’m there, doing whatever the scene calls for (and yeah, that goes for sex scenes, too. :D) Put yourself in the shoes of your character. How would you react to someone charging out of the shadows, roaring, and swinging a sword at your head? How would you respond to someone shifting shape from human to something else right in front of you? How would you react to shifting into a werewolf if you thought yourself human?

When writing your stories, ask yourself how you’d react to whatever you’re putting your characters through. Put yourself in the conversation and write the dialog as if the other characters are in the room with you. Fill the narration with sensory data (tastes, sounds, sights, textures, and emotions) and paint the scene as if physically present. If standing at the edge of a graveyard, at dusk, what kinds of sounds would filter into your awareness? What kinds of scents would perfume the air? Rotting vegetation? Freshly turned dirt? Anything you can add to a scene, whether an emotional response from the main character or a sensory detail, will make it all the more real to your reader.

You don’t want your story to read like a movie – where the reader is here, watching the action over there. You want your readers experiencing the anxious excitement of the heroine being stalked by the bad guy, or the adrenaline rush of the hero as he lights an entire cohort of alien troops up with a thermal grenade. And yes, you want the reader to be out of breath and shaking with orgasm after a really hot sex scene. 😀

So how do you make your stories feel real? Picture yourself in the scene and write it as if you’re there. That way the reader will be there, too.

BLURB

Magic, mayhem, and motherhood… a witch’s work is never done, but Sabrina draws the line at the Fae.

 

After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.

After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.

 

BIO:
Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

 

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

 

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

 

Siobhan’s recent release, The Beltane Witch, is the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and she has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. Her free read entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introduces her Cloudburst, Colorado series.

Website: http://siobhanmuir.com

Blog: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com

 

 

Monday Morning Fika: In Celebration of Bas

As Bas and I came to be friends, the topic of each conversation inevitably returned to two things: his desire to see me succeed, and his love for his grandbaby. For nearly as long as I knew Bas, he either gave me a countdown of how long until the baby was expected (then the surprising news that the baby was a boy, after all) or a doting, completely irrational and so very Bas-like consuming love for this new little baby.

Everyone in blogland who has met Bas knows he had a variety of talents. His way of cutting to the center of the problem, dispelling with the murkiness, and using a touch of humor and wit to say hard truths. His various managerial and business/political life experience talents. His computer skills. But most of all, his capacity to love wholly and unselfishly.

The happiest I have ever known Bas was when he let me know about his grandson’s birth. He said he was telling me because he thought I’d like to know, and even if I didn’t want to know he would tell me anyway. As if I hadn’t been hoping and praying with him every single day that he would live long enough to see and hold his first grandchild! Baby “Pixel,” as Bas dubbed him, became the center of Bas’ world when he was put into his arms. In Bas’ announcement post, he said:

Our first grandson was born last Friday.

Yesterday, I have held him in my arms for more than an hour.
We’ve decided to remain friends for as long as we both shall live and then a bit more.

Bas and I discussed having him on Fika many times. Typical of Bas, he thought no one would be interested in what he had to say. Once he did become interested in visiting for Fika, his health no longer made that possible.

Instead of crying–I have done enough of that already, and I am sure everyone else has, too–today for Bas’ celebration Fika I want to remember Bas at his happiest. The moment he became an Opa (Dutch for grandfather).

I wrote this for Bas, and today for Fika I would like to share it with you. At the end is Bas’ response.

 

(Explaining it to Bas: It is what I felt when I saw you in the picture with Pixel. I hope he’ll forgive me for putting down what he might be thinking.)

To Opa, from Pixel

 

Dearest Opa in the entire world, you came to visit me. So much commotion and laughter and happiness! I didn’t know what to think when you pulled back my blankets and stared at me. Kept staring at me. Um, to be honest it made me a little uncomfortable. Do you know how big your face is? I tried to say hello to you, but you must not be very good at communication yet. You keep holding me and not saying anything. But I don’t understand why you seemed a little sad. How can you be sad when you come to see me? We are the best friends in the entire world, and we will be best friends for as long as we both shall live—and a little more. Remember, we promised each other that.

 

Maybe you feel a little sad because you’re not sure how long you’ll get to see me, or you’re not sure what will happen next. Maybe you wish that you were stronger and healthier so that you could run after me playing football and chasing butterflies.

 

But, Opa, I waited nine whole months to meet you! There was a while a month ago when I got really scared because I thought I might not get to meet you when I came out.

 

I might not be able to talk to you yet, but there are some things that a baby knows. We’re fresh from heaven, you see, so we have all the wisdom that older folks forget. I know, for example, from the touch of your big, strong finger in my fist that you are someone who loves much and hard and well. That you are someone who has been through difficult times, but that you try so hard to be brave and to help others.

 

I know, from the words that you whispered to me from your heart, that I am the most special and magical human being in the universe. That if someone wise and wonderful like you loves me, I must be worthy of that love. That I have an Opa who was so proud of me even before I was born that he shouted the news to the world in an online story on a blog, of a “granddaughter” named Pixel…with an inscription on a garbage can.

 

Um, Opa? I understand that you thought I was going to be a girl for a while, but why is my name on a garbage can in a girls’ college dormitory? And why do you have a garbage can named after you?

 

Opa, I might be just a few days old and so small that I can’t look at you properly or hold my head up, but I know these things.

 

Men are sissies. We hope to find women who like to get spanked, so we don’t have to get spanked ourselves.

 

That I have an Opa who has brought light and love to every life he has touched.

 

And that if I can grow up to be half as loving and compassionate as my Opa, I will consider myself blessed and lucky.

 

Much love to my favorite Opa,

 

From Pixel

(the cutest baby in the universe)

 

(Bas’s reply:)

The cutest baby in the universe.
Yes, yes, you recognized him.
Didn’t we agree that we should not make each other cry again?
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This is one of my favorite memories of Bas. What is yours?

Monday Morning Fika with Penelope Jones: The Poetry of Spanking

Bad Penny meets Monday Morning Fika!

by Penelope Jones

 

 

So for those not in the know…

I’m not really a hoe!

 

Just because my nickname’s Bad Penny

Doesn’t mean I’ve slept with many …

 

Men or Women…

But I’m driven

 

To excel

I exhale

 

Because I’m a girl who is determined

Maybe it’s because I’m…  German

 

No, it’s because nice people don’t finish last

It’s because I have class

 

No matter how naughty I am

I’m still a lady, damn.

 

I love when a man opens up doors

I love watching the wine as it pours

 

I’m a true romantic at heart

Yet I need my partner to play their part

 

Owner, lover, friend, and more

Loving me down to my core

 

I thought I would share a little about me

Hold that thought… I have to pee!

 

Ok, I’m back.

Oh— What’s that?

 

No, Ana had no idea what I would do

“Come do Fika…” If only she had a clue?

 

I kept it as clean as I possibly could

Way cleaner than she likely thought I would

 

I truly am a girl with impure thoughts

Whips, paddles, and collars bought

 

I didn’t list off all my deviant deeds…

Although I’ve planted a few little seeds

 

If you want to know more about my path…

Go by Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath

 

 

 

While the poem might describe me and might even ask you to go buy my book; that isn’t why I’m here.  I wanna talk about Labels… everyone does it, even me. However, I don’t like that I do it.  My nickname is Bad Penny… does that really make me bad? It’s just a name… but the connotation that comes with the word bad automatically makes many people rush to judgments.

 

I’ve been writing the “naughty” for over 15 years, and living a Leather lifestyle (that is a different topic completely, but I’d be happy to share; if enough people wish to know about it!) for around 13 years now. I’m a submissive and for a lucky few, I’m a slave, but does that give anyone the right to treat me any differently than any other human being?

 

My answer is no, but as you can guess; many people do not agree with me.  Labels whether they are: this is my boyfriend/girlfriend, this is my submissive, or this is my Owner… they all mean something, but why do we put so much emphasis on labels? Why do they matter so much?

 

Society has told us that labels or titles mean importance or show lack thereof in some cases such as Master or Sir shows respect, where as girl or submissive might be putting someone in their place. Well… I don’t think my being a submissive gives just anyone the right to “put me in my place”, nor do I think it’s OK to demand to be called Master or Sir.  Respect is a two way street in my book.

 

Let’s go outside the lifestyle with labels… She’s too white. He’s too nerdy.  She’s/He’s too – Fill in the blank with just about any scenario, and we have just labeled that person— why? Insecurities on our part for one, and I blame society for forcing us to judge others to get ahead in this world.  Well, I say rise up and fight. Tell society to eat your shorts; I refuse to judge people anymore to make myself feel better. Don’t let a label define you; you define the label.

 

(OMG that was preachy…sorry I’m getting off my soap box now! Thanks for letting me vent a smidgen… Lovers you long time!)

 

Here’s my bio that I use when I teach at lifestyle events across the country … please note the last paragraph!

 

 

Penelope Jones-

The Bad Penny is a saucy little minx who will drive you insane with her naughtiness and cheek! A writer of super sexy erotic poetry and romance, prepare to love both the woman and her works. Whether you seek a ‘happy-ever-after’ or a ‘randy-romp for a night,’ Penelope’s the girl for you. She’s the sauce behind ‘Naughtyville’ and ‘Little Miss Notoriety’.

Penny has a good girl alter ego… known as The “Original” pink girl, living in middle-America, She is part of the event committee for Tribal Fire, the Pantheon of Leather Small event of the Year 2011, and has been for the past 9 years. Bad (Good) Penny has worn many hats for the event: registration, ‘Cruise Director’, Presenter Coordinator, and for the last 7 years she has organized volunteers.

Penelope self identifies as…wait for it— Bad Penny. There really isn’t a label that describes her fully, so she is “The very (pink) Bad Penny”. She’s currently in a Leather-Family that spans across states and even countries! Penny’s been spanking it since 1996, and recently decided to follow her dreams as a writer.  She’s a published erotica author of short stories, poetry, and has several new adventures in the fire! Stop by her blog, you won’t regret it! http://thepenelopejones.wordpress.com/

 

 

That’s right … I identify as me. Don’t let a label hold you down, back, or in some cases make you feel mightier than you really are! It’s just a label— It only means something if we let it.

 

 

Check me out!

 

Email:  LittleMissNotoriety@Gmail.com

 

Blog: http://thepenelopejones.wordpress.com

Twitter: @Penelope_Prose https://twitter.com/Penelope_Prose

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/ThePenelopeJones

Facebook personal: https://www.facebook.com/penelope.jones.564

Fetlife:  TheVeryBadPenny  https://fetlife.com/users/2142473

Goodreads: PenelopeJones http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6915959.Penelope_Jones

 

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Penelope-Jones/e/B00B9MVJJO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath

Amazon:            US   UK   Print

Smashwords:   http://bit.ly/SMW-IS-TA

Monday Morning Fika with Liv Honeywell: Living, writing, and breaking rules in the BDSM/DD lifestyle

I started writing BDSM erotica years ago. I am in the lifestyle as a sub, and I first started reading erotica to learn about what I might like to try. When I first started I knew so little that I didn’t even know what the questions should be, never mind the answers. The stories I read set me off thinking about what situations I might like to be in. What would be too much, what didn’t interest me at all, but better than that, what did appeal?

 

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy a lot of the tales I read. I did actually. Not all of them were very well written but I still enjoyed them for the ideas they gave me. But then I started thinking about writing stories on what I wanted. I could make them exactly to my tastes then, create my own little world where nothing happened that jarred me out of the story because it didn’t work for me.

 

And that’s how it all began, back in 1998 when I wrote my first story, blushing as I typed, and wondering if I’d ever have the nerve to show it to anyone.

 

I finally did show it to someone, to the Dom who got me started with all this. He asked me straight out what my fantasies were and persisted with the question, despite all my attempts to get out of telling him, until I wrote him an email which still makes me blush today for the memory of it. After he didn’t run away and tell me I was a freak – always a good thing! – I plucked up the courage to send him my first story and he liked that too.

 

Then we tried it. Oh boy! That’s perhaps a story for another time, but it led me into the wonderful world of BDSM. I found some amazing, friendly and welcoming people who are still close friends today and who gave me so much good advice. Luckily I was sensible enough, despite the kid in a candy store feeling, to follow it.

 

But along the way, and sometimes even now, I’ve come across people in both the BDSM and DD lifestyles who seem to think there is a chiseled in granite, handed down from aeons ago, Rules of How to ‘Do’ BDSM/DD. Oddly enough, it always seems to be a set of rules that only they are privy to.

 

As far as I’m concerned, the only rule of BDSM or DD is that there are no rules. It’s what you make of it and what suits the people (however many there are and of whatever type, sex or orientation) in the relationship. Really, who on earth is anyone else to come along and tell you that what you are doing isn’t BDSM/DD? There are a whole bunch of ‘experts’ out there who are quite happy to tell everybody else what they ‘should’ be doing but, as long as you and yours are happy with what you’ve got, who cares?

 

And it’s the same for writing.

 

Whether it’s same sex, opposite sex or several people of different sexes all at once, if it’s realistic for that story and it is well written and makes sense for the people involved, I can’t see why it wouldn’t work. Whether it fits neatly into any one genre or not.

 

It’s all about the characters, isn’t it? Would they do that? Would they really say that? And if they would, if it’s consistent, what’s the problem?

 

I know Ana has faced this and overcome it with her non-traditional tales of FF spanking with no sex, and I’m hoping it works for me with a book I want to have published by the end of the year.

 

It’s my first full length novel, The Undomesticated Subby, which the characters from Coming, Ready or Not, my latest release, are taken from. It probably won’t fit neatly into some categories because it’s not how erotica ‘should’ be done at all but I’m still going to write it. I may well have put some people off already with the title as a lot of people don’t like the word ‘subby,’ but it fits for what I’m doing.

 

It’s a traditional romantic comedy with all the ‘will they, won’t they’s and things going wrong, but about a couple developing a Master/slave relationship. There may even be only one sex scene right at the end (because, of course, they *will* – got to have a happy ending!).

 

And some people will hate it, because it’s not their idea of what this kind of book ‘should’ be. I know that already, but hopefully enough people will love the story of two people who have been best friends for years discovering a Master/slave relationship – after a few trials and tribulations, of course. But even if they don’t, even if no-one reads it at all, I’m still going to write it. Just for me.

 

That’s the thing. You know what stories you have inside you. You know what you want them to be, and, whether they fit the traditional idea; whether they fit the ‘should’s or not, write them!

 

The biggest thing I got from being in a D/s relationship was knowing that I was completely accepted for exactly who I am. Not because I’m perfect or I don’t have any faults – believe me, I do – but purely because he let me be me, whatever that meant. Even on my bad days.

 

And again, I think that applies to writing, whether the acceptance of what you write is from yourself or the people around you. But it also applies to the lifestyle that we choose to live, whatever that means for us. The world would be a nicer place if there weren’t so many cliques and so many people busying themselves with telling everyone else that they’re not doing it right.

 

Maybe one day we’ll get there.

 

In the meantime, I hope you will live how you want to live; write what you want to write, and don’t let anyone tell you that what you’re doing isn’t the true and only way.

 

 

 

 

Liv’s Bio:

 

When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not is my first solo book. The Journal, co-written with Domitri Xavier, is out soon.

 

 

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Coming, Ready or Not! is available from Amazon US – http://amzn.to/14aeYm2 and Amazon UK – http://amzn.to/135xK03.
You can follow me on my blog – www.liv-honeywell.com, Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell or Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica and my Amazon page is here: https://www.amazon.com/author/livhoneywell