I have to admit that when I first started out wanting to write Erotica, BDSM Fiction (well, somewhat fiction anyway) I didn't quite know what would happen. The book that I've been working on has been submitted to Harlequin's writing competition, "So You Think You Can Write". I'm pretty impressed with the voting that's going on. I have way more facebook "likes" than I ever expected to get.
When you write stuff like this, you never know what to expect from people. You either have a fan base or a fuck you base....the fuck base isn't a good thing. They are the ones who judge you the most. They judge and fear what they don't know and that would be the BDSM lifestyle and definately the Harlequin name. Unfortunately those wonderful books and their wonderful authors have gotten a bit of a bad wrap for having the same story lines over and over again. I think there are a few authors that have smashed through that (Tiffany Reisz, eh?). I'm hoping to be considered one of those authors and with your help, I can be. If you wish to read my first chapter entry and care to vote for me, follow the link riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight below this:
The Perfect Art: Chapter One Submission
I hope you take a moment to read it, enjoy it, masterbate to it, read it to your lover, whatever the case may be. I know that I am getting great satisfaction from reading what people have personally messaged me with as far as their thoughts go and it fuels my fire to keep writing when I don't feel like I have the energy anymore. Now, I will be back to my regularly scheduled dirty, kinky self soon...just not tonight. I will be back posting regularly soon. Please remember you can vote DAILY!! Click the BIG RED VOTE BUTTON as well as "like" or hell, tweet about it if you feel the need. Thank you for your support and I will let you all spank me again very soon :o)
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Feel the Burn..
Sir came home today from being gone over the weekend and it couldn't have been better timing. I sure missed him. I missed his smell, his commanding presence in our home. I was able to greet him with dinner and some quality time with our girls. We talked casually with our girls at dinner; had great family time with open flirts and gropes. We lit a fire to get our chimney ready for the upcoming cold weather and played with the kids some before they went to bed.
After an hour or so, Sir and I finally began having our discussion about what our expectations of each other's roles would be. He wanted to know what I expected as his sub and wife. I told him that I expected to be dominated in every way a wife should be, with respect and trust. I expected to have certain aspects of our relationship be kept tucked away from our children out of respect for ourselves and for their innocence. I expected him to consider every act while in the confines for our bedroom and/or home. To my surprise, he complied and acknowledged everything. Told me that I apparently had no understanding of his possessiveness over me now, at which time I told him that I didn't. He began explaining situations from our past that has sent him over the edge where my respect and safety were concerned. I was completely shocked. It's not that I didn't have faith that he loved me and wanted to keep me safe, I just didn't know the extent of his possessiveness for me.
At that moment, he decided to get up and take a bathroom break and I was elated! I was grateful to hear those words coming from him so smoothly and with a great ease that the anticipation of tonight was almost overpowering. We hadn't been together for over a week and my need for him made me ache. When he returned to the room, he was naked and comfortable. He sat down on the recliner and I found out that I had stopped breathing. At that point, he began to explain to me what I meant to him, what this step meant to him. And then, he made his first statement. Nothing more than a spoken "Come to me". I knew exactly what he wanted from me. I sat up on my knees and crawled to him with desire growing for him. When I reached him, he uncrossed his legs and showed me his growing erection. He took me by my neck and pulled me down hard, relentlessly onto his cock and I greedily took him into my mouth. I went to move my hands to his chest and he immediately smacked them down. I wasn't allowed to touch him. He grabbed both sides of my head and began to push himself deeper into my mouth and I relaxed, open wider to take all of him in. I felt him bend over my back and then, it happened. The familiar "WHACK" of the flogger hit me and I groaned with the sting. God it felt good. He hit me again and again, alternating sides of my back, faster and faster and then he stopped. He pulled out of my mouth and then shoved my head to the ground while the proceeded to spank me on both cheeks.
I was so hot and ready for him but I knew he was going to do what he pleased and I took it all in. My ass began to burn so fiercely that I thought I would scream my children awake. And then, something happened. The pain began to go away as he rhythmically spanked me. It began to feel good. This is what I have been waiting for from him. To finally begin our D/s relationship. He took his fingers and shoved them inside me, not surprised to find that I was already slick and ready for him. He was brutal in his attack and bit his way down my body while I was bent over on all fours. He then kneeled at my side and held out his cock, telling me to, "Suck. Now." He slammed his fingers into me as I took him into my mouth, my orgasm building inside of me. I sucked harder, circling my tongue around his tip and up his slit. He said, "Are you going to cum baby"? As I began to moan and tilt my hips into his fingers, preparing for my release, he stopped. "No. Not yet. You don't deserve to cum yet". He began spanking me and hitting me with the flogger again, alternating what he used, smacking my already wet pussy and then making me sit up and slapping my breasts with it. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he bit and sucked and massaged and then moved to the next. I could barely kneel on my legs from the sensations. He then shoved me onto my back where he instructed me to put my hands under my back and leave them there. He spread my legs wide and told me, "Stay there. Don't move an inch". Once he left the room, I could hear him open a closet door down the hallway and then shut it. My breathing picked up. What had he gotten?
He returned with our blindfold and placed it over my eyes. He asked, "Do you trust me"? "Yes Sir", I replied. In one motion I had my vibrating nipple clamps on both nipples and my dildo in me, moving relentlessly. I knew it wouldn't take long as I began to pant and writhe under his surprising assault. I began bucking wildly against his movements with my toy and just as I was about to cum, he pulled out and slammed his pulsing cock inside me. He began to move in me very slowly, letting me come down in frustration from my building orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly...I NEEDED to cum. He picked me up and turned me over, instructing me to put my ass in the air and leave my head on the floor. Fucking me from behind is my favorite position and that knowledge is priceless to him. He began thrusting hard into me, deeper with every movement. He bent over, bit me down both sides of my back and wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked back with such force that his big cock thrust the deepest it's ever been and my body began to shutter into a million tiny specs. His hand went over my mouth to muffle my screams of ecstasy as he thrust a couple more times and then released himself inside me. This is me. This is what I have been wanting and waiting for. For him to take me so fully and possessively that I forget what day it is. I haven't felt this used in years and as I still feel the burn on my ass from my spanking, all I can think about it when he will take me again.
After an hour or so, Sir and I finally began having our discussion about what our expectations of each other's roles would be. He wanted to know what I expected as his sub and wife. I told him that I expected to be dominated in every way a wife should be, with respect and trust. I expected to have certain aspects of our relationship be kept tucked away from our children out of respect for ourselves and for their innocence. I expected him to consider every act while in the confines for our bedroom and/or home. To my surprise, he complied and acknowledged everything. Told me that I apparently had no understanding of his possessiveness over me now, at which time I told him that I didn't. He began explaining situations from our past that has sent him over the edge where my respect and safety were concerned. I was completely shocked. It's not that I didn't have faith that he loved me and wanted to keep me safe, I just didn't know the extent of his possessiveness for me.
At that moment, he decided to get up and take a bathroom break and I was elated! I was grateful to hear those words coming from him so smoothly and with a great ease that the anticipation of tonight was almost overpowering. We hadn't been together for over a week and my need for him made me ache. When he returned to the room, he was naked and comfortable. He sat down on the recliner and I found out that I had stopped breathing. At that point, he began to explain to me what I meant to him, what this step meant to him. And then, he made his first statement. Nothing more than a spoken "Come to me". I knew exactly what he wanted from me. I sat up on my knees and crawled to him with desire growing for him. When I reached him, he uncrossed his legs and showed me his growing erection. He took me by my neck and pulled me down hard, relentlessly onto his cock and I greedily took him into my mouth. I went to move my hands to his chest and he immediately smacked them down. I wasn't allowed to touch him. He grabbed both sides of my head and began to push himself deeper into my mouth and I relaxed, open wider to take all of him in. I felt him bend over my back and then, it happened. The familiar "WHACK" of the flogger hit me and I groaned with the sting. God it felt good. He hit me again and again, alternating sides of my back, faster and faster and then he stopped. He pulled out of my mouth and then shoved my head to the ground while the proceeded to spank me on both cheeks.
I was so hot and ready for him but I knew he was going to do what he pleased and I took it all in. My ass began to burn so fiercely that I thought I would scream my children awake. And then, something happened. The pain began to go away as he rhythmically spanked me. It began to feel good. This is what I have been waiting for from him. To finally begin our D/s relationship. He took his fingers and shoved them inside me, not surprised to find that I was already slick and ready for him. He was brutal in his attack and bit his way down my body while I was bent over on all fours. He then kneeled at my side and held out his cock, telling me to, "Suck. Now." He slammed his fingers into me as I took him into my mouth, my orgasm building inside of me. I sucked harder, circling my tongue around his tip and up his slit. He said, "Are you going to cum baby"? As I began to moan and tilt my hips into his fingers, preparing for my release, he stopped. "No. Not yet. You don't deserve to cum yet". He began spanking me and hitting me with the flogger again, alternating what he used, smacking my already wet pussy and then making me sit up and slapping my breasts with it. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he bit and sucked and massaged and then moved to the next. I could barely kneel on my legs from the sensations. He then shoved me onto my back where he instructed me to put my hands under my back and leave them there. He spread my legs wide and told me, "Stay there. Don't move an inch". Once he left the room, I could hear him open a closet door down the hallway and then shut it. My breathing picked up. What had he gotten?
He returned with our blindfold and placed it over my eyes. He asked, "Do you trust me"? "Yes Sir", I replied. In one motion I had my vibrating nipple clamps on both nipples and my dildo in me, moving relentlessly. I knew it wouldn't take long as I began to pant and writhe under his surprising assault. I began bucking wildly against his movements with my toy and just as I was about to cum, he pulled out and slammed his pulsing cock inside me. He began to move in me very slowly, letting me come down in frustration from my building orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly...I NEEDED to cum. He picked me up and turned me over, instructing me to put my ass in the air and leave my head on the floor. Fucking me from behind is my favorite position and that knowledge is priceless to him. He began thrusting hard into me, deeper with every movement. He bent over, bit me down both sides of my back and wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked back with such force that his big cock thrust the deepest it's ever been and my body began to shutter into a million tiny specs. His hand went over my mouth to muffle my screams of ecstasy as he thrust a couple more times and then released himself inside me. This is me. This is what I have been wanting and waiting for. For him to take me so fully and possessively that I forget what day it is. I haven't felt this used in years and as I still feel the burn on my ass from my spanking, all I can think about it when he will take me again.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Books and their Covers..
Everyone who has a blog tends to write about their life in the “now” sense. Blogs allow the writers the freedom to write about today, yesturday, 5 years ago, tomorrow, etc. I just don’t see much sense in staying with what’s going on now in your life only. People who read blogs want to KNOW you…get a sense for the type of person you used to be that got you to the person you are today. So, this is a bit about me…a throwback if you will :o)
I was one of those girls that always had a boyfriend. No matter what the hell I did, they stuck around. I had a knack of seeing a guy from across the room I was interested in, smiling my same ”you know you want me” smile and sure enough, they would come say “hi”. It’s as irritating to read as it is to type trust me. I hated being that girl. Absolutely LOATHED every moment of it. Because, frankly, sometimes you just want to fuck. You don’t want to have a boyfriend or cuddle afterwards. You just want to get off and go the fuck home. Is that seriously so much to ask!? Now, I know what you must be thinking, “Whoa. What did SHE just say!”? You read that correctly. And could this girl pull it off?? NO! Of course not. Because I wasn’t “that type of girl”. You couldn’t tell by looking at the avatar that I WASN’T that type of girl, can you!?? Because appearances mean everything to people.
I look like I’m younger than I am. People always guess that I am in my mid to late twenties when I ask them. And no, I don’t feel they are just being polite. They are very liberal college students that I go to school with everyday. Honesty is their best policy, no matter how much it hurt someone. If people were to see me at this very moment, with my hair pulled up in a bun, glasses on to see better, wearing a t-shirt, no bra, no panties and rolled up sweatpants, they would NOT assume I was into BDSM by any means. Hell, people who see me when I’m dressed better have NO clue that I am a mother to two beautiful daughters, married to my best friend and Sir and a sincere lover of kink. My husband has been with me for seven years tomorrow and he’s barely scratching the surface of the things I want to test myself with and limits I want to break with my body. So, what does all this mean?? The old adage of “Never judge a book by its cover” of course. Because that’s when someone like me, an innocent looking mother with a beautiful, friendly smile, sneeks up behind you, donkey punches you in the back of your head and proceeds to beat you with her dildo just for shits and giggles. Now how about that books cover, bitch?
I was one of those girls that always had a boyfriend. No matter what the hell I did, they stuck around. I had a knack of seeing a guy from across the room I was interested in, smiling my same ”you know you want me” smile and sure enough, they would come say “hi”. It’s as irritating to read as it is to type trust me. I hated being that girl. Absolutely LOATHED every moment of it. Because, frankly, sometimes you just want to fuck. You don’t want to have a boyfriend or cuddle afterwards. You just want to get off and go the fuck home. Is that seriously so much to ask!? Now, I know what you must be thinking, “Whoa. What did SHE just say!”? You read that correctly. And could this girl pull it off?? NO! Of course not. Because I wasn’t “that type of girl”. You couldn’t tell by looking at the avatar that I WASN’T that type of girl, can you!?? Because appearances mean everything to people.
I look like I’m younger than I am. People always guess that I am in my mid to late twenties when I ask them. And no, I don’t feel they are just being polite. They are very liberal college students that I go to school with everyday. Honesty is their best policy, no matter how much it hurt someone. If people were to see me at this very moment, with my hair pulled up in a bun, glasses on to see better, wearing a t-shirt, no bra, no panties and rolled up sweatpants, they would NOT assume I was into BDSM by any means. Hell, people who see me when I’m dressed better have NO clue that I am a mother to two beautiful daughters, married to my best friend and Sir and a sincere lover of kink. My husband has been with me for seven years tomorrow and he’s barely scratching the surface of the things I want to test myself with and limits I want to break with my body. So, what does all this mean?? The old adage of “Never judge a book by its cover” of course. Because that’s when someone like me, an innocent looking mother with a beautiful, friendly smile, sneeks up behind you, donkey punches you in the back of your head and proceeds to beat you with her dildo just for shits and giggles. Now how about that books cover, bitch?
The Start...
I really had a hell of a time finding a name for this blog. How do you explain the feelings you have for a life of BDSM? Considering I haven't been in the scene very long (less than six months to be completely honest) and I have a Sir that hasn't exactly been willing in a lot of areas just yet. Why? Because it's not the woman he married. At least, that's what he tells me.
When Sir and I first had our discussion about the feelings I had been having, it was a little uncomfortable. At that point he was merely Robbie to me. And in front of people who aren't comfortable with the scene, he is still Robbie. But let me assure you, there is a fine line between Robbie and Sir. He may still look the same but he most certainly does not love the same. Thank God for that. Sir and I have been married for seven years tomorrow and with two children running amongst us on a moment-to-moment basis, our sex life was more or less on the fizzle. I go to school full-time in the hopes of becoming a R.N. and Sir works nights at a local army base during the week and is a soldier in the army national guard. This definitely makes things a little harder on a couple for sexual satisfaction and I was beginning to feel the strain in more than one place. I began reading several erotic novels and handling business on my own. I found myself particularly turned on by BDSM erotica. Something about the crack of a whip and being rendered helpless while being attached to a spreader bar with cuffs just does it for me. Mental pictures are a must for me. If I can't have it, I need to be able to imagine it happening TO me and what I was imagining was G-O-O-D.
So naturally, the next time Sir and I came together for our vanilla, I was having a hard time finding my release. All I could think about was how I needed things to be a little rougher in quite a few aspects of our sex life. In the heat of the moment, all I wished for was the throes of violence from him. To pick me up, slam me against walls, slap me, spank me, and ride my ass like Zorro. But all I was getting was the same 'ol shit, different weekend and I made up my mind that it just wasn't enough. After that vanilla session, I made it a point the next morning to talk to him and I was scared to death about what he would think of me. Much to my pleasure, Sir was very open to listening. When I arrived to the submission portion of my discussion with him, he threw on the brakes. He was not willing to have a D/s relationship with me because he "wants the strong, independent woman I married" and "if I wanted that type of woman, I would have said so when we met". Well, here's my major thought after that discussion. When did wanting...wait, NEEDING a D/s relationship, make me less strong and more dependent??? If anything at all, knowing what I liked and wanted put me in control of my pleasure therefore exerting my strength and independence, right??
What he didn't understand at that particular point in our life together was that he was already dominate; MY dominate. I loved making him happy sexually. With every nip at my ear, bite to my neck, pressure for physical attention when I wasn't "up" for it, doggie-style position and smack on the ass during love-making. Every time he held my hands over my head to take me, tied me up to do what he pleased, and watched me give him head while controlling my movements, ALL dominate traits. The shock and amazement on his face was worth a thousand words. And thankfully, his arousal to the knowledge was capitalized on that night, as he dominated me in every way he normally does. We are currently working on the rest ;)
When Sir and I first had our discussion about the feelings I had been having, it was a little uncomfortable. At that point he was merely Robbie to me. And in front of people who aren't comfortable with the scene, he is still Robbie. But let me assure you, there is a fine line between Robbie and Sir. He may still look the same but he most certainly does not love the same. Thank God for that. Sir and I have been married for seven years tomorrow and with two children running amongst us on a moment-to-moment basis, our sex life was more or less on the fizzle. I go to school full-time in the hopes of becoming a R.N. and Sir works nights at a local army base during the week and is a soldier in the army national guard. This definitely makes things a little harder on a couple for sexual satisfaction and I was beginning to feel the strain in more than one place. I began reading several erotic novels and handling business on my own. I found myself particularly turned on by BDSM erotica. Something about the crack of a whip and being rendered helpless while being attached to a spreader bar with cuffs just does it for me. Mental pictures are a must for me. If I can't have it, I need to be able to imagine it happening TO me and what I was imagining was G-O-O-D.
So naturally, the next time Sir and I came together for our vanilla, I was having a hard time finding my release. All I could think about was how I needed things to be a little rougher in quite a few aspects of our sex life. In the heat of the moment, all I wished for was the throes of violence from him. To pick me up, slam me against walls, slap me, spank me, and ride my ass like Zorro. But all I was getting was the same 'ol shit, different weekend and I made up my mind that it just wasn't enough. After that vanilla session, I made it a point the next morning to talk to him and I was scared to death about what he would think of me. Much to my pleasure, Sir was very open to listening. When I arrived to the submission portion of my discussion with him, he threw on the brakes. He was not willing to have a D/s relationship with me because he "wants the strong, independent woman I married" and "if I wanted that type of woman, I would have said so when we met". Well, here's my major thought after that discussion. When did wanting...wait, NEEDING a D/s relationship, make me less strong and more dependent??? If anything at all, knowing what I liked and wanted put me in control of my pleasure therefore exerting my strength and independence, right??
What he didn't understand at that particular point in our life together was that he was already dominate; MY dominate. I loved making him happy sexually. With every nip at my ear, bite to my neck, pressure for physical attention when I wasn't "up" for it, doggie-style position and smack on the ass during love-making. Every time he held my hands over my head to take me, tied me up to do what he pleased, and watched me give him head while controlling my movements, ALL dominate traits. The shock and amazement on his face was worth a thousand words. And thankfully, his arousal to the knowledge was capitalized on that night, as he dominated me in every way he normally does. We are currently working on the rest ;)
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