Dungeon Crawl #5

by | Mar 26, 2014 | | 4 Comments

rack_300pxWelcome to the fifth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

The hand between her legs began to move again, and she held in a sigh of relief. Maybe she was going to be allowed to come. But it’d take a while if those fingers kept moving at such a maddeningly slow pace. She’d have to do something to speed things up. So she decided to utilise her most powerful sexual organ – her brain.

She closed her eyes, which immediately helped her focus on the sensations in her groin. Then she cast her mind back to what had happened with Ethan. She recalled how he looked – his trousers and underwear around his ankles; his face a picture of concentration and intensity. Then she remembered the way he’d made her feel. When he kissed her, lifted her onto the work surface, touched her pussy. Fucked her pussy …

This time, the moan was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Her eyes opened wide, and even without being able to see the facial expressions of either man, she knew she was in trouble. The hand between her legs was snatched away, and she heard tutting.

‘Really, Alice. You were doing so well too. I was going to let you come in about a minute, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.’ There wasn’t a hint of humour in Jeremy’s voice, and Alice screwed her face up in frustration, but only because she knew they couldn’t see it. ‘Stand up, please, Alice.’

Slowly she straightened up and felt a smirk tug at the corner of her lips as gravity pulled her skirt back down, covering her up. No more exhibitionism for her. She twisted her mouth into a neutral position as a hand grabbed her wrist and moved her so she was facing back into the room – and towards the two men.

The smirk threatened to re-emerge as she noticed Ethan shift uncomfortably and press a hand over his crotch. He clearly had a hard-on – for the second time that day, that she knew of – pressing against the inside of his clothes. Using her peripheral vision, she sneaked a peek at Jeremy’s crotch area. He either had an unusually large cock – she guessed she’d find out soon enough – or he too, had an erection.

Alice could scarcely believe it. She, Miss Plain Jane, had two super-hot men standing in front of her with stiff dicks. They both wanted her. She resisted the temptation to pull all her clothes off and sprawl on the floor like some kind of wanton woman and beg them to fuck her. Both of them. At once, if they liked.

God, how she’d changed in such a short time. She’d gone from someone so un-sexual – if that was even a word – that she hardly ever masturbated, to a person who was almost a nymphomaniac. She blamed Jeremy and Ethan.

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Paisley Smith (@Paisley_Smith) Tells All About Her Lesbian BDSM Series

by | Mar 24, 2014 | | 0 Comments

My current three book series is called Honkytonk Angels. Each novella is a lesbian BDSM story set in one of my favorite towns, Nashville. In my series, record producer, Mallory Hayes (who also happens to a premiere dominatrix at the local ladies only BDSM club, The Beaver Dam) formulates a theory about putting together an all-chick Rockabilly band. It’s been her experience that her best clients are also sexual submissives, so Mallory decides to test her premise by offering positions in her band to those who are willing to be trained by a skilled domme.

Mallory discovers talented songbird, Polly Purefoy, crooning on stage at Tootise’s World Famous Orchid Lounge, and hits her up to join the band. The catch is that she undergo training as a submissive with icy dominatrix, Vivien Blackheart.

When Polly reluctantly agrees, she’s swept into a world of lesbianism and BDSM—perhaps even love.

My past books usually feature one dominant heroine, but other than a couple of fetish novellas I penned for Ellora’s Cave, I’ve never ventured into writing serious BDSM. Okay, okay—light BDSM.

For me BDSM in the context of a sexual relationship between two women is all about the psychological connection. The sex is there, but the mental power play between the heroines is what fuels the plot. I enjoy writing in the submissive’s pov the most because the focus there is on the character’s learning to accept and enjoy play she previously considered taboo.

Both characters ultimately find complete acceptance from the other—but in BDSM books, it’s all about the journey rather than the destination.

 

Here’s an excerpt from the first in the Honkytonk Angels series, Fall to Pieces:

“I will tell you everything you need to know. No need to ask.” Vivien’s tone was completely businesslike. “Step inside. Take off all your clothes. All of them. Then come back out here, kneel on the carpet and wait for me.”

Liquid dampened Polly’s panties. As she crossed the entry to the dressing room, an out-of-control mix of anticipation, dread and excitement fired through her body awakening every nerve ending. Every muscle and tendon. Every inch of her skin.

She glanced into Vivien’s eyes, hoping to find a smidgeon of humor, lust, anything, but that beautiful face was as devoid of emotion as a mannequin. Polly wondered how she could feel so much while Vivien didn’t seem affected in the least.

Once she was inside the dressing area, Vivien released the curtain. It fell with a swoosh. As Polly stepped out of her wedge heels and began to undo the buttons on the front of her high-waisted retro shorts, she listened to the sound of Vivien’s heels as the dominatrix walked toward the door.

A click of metal and the door was locked. The lights dimmed.

This was happening. Really happening.

The interior door closed and Polly realized Vivien had left the entry hall. Polly stepped out of her shorts and hung them on the hook. Though the garment hadn’t covered her legs, she felt exposed without them. She slipped her striped shirt off over her head, hung it alongside the shorts and then reached behind to undo her bra.

Naked.

Completely naked.

She’d thought maybe Vivien would at least let her keep her underwear on, so she’d worn a cute matching set she’d bought at the Bettie Page store. Her nipples grew diamond-hard as soon as she was free of the vintage-inspired bra.

When she pulled down her panties, she realized her pussy was drenched with wetness. Damn! Vivien hadn’t done anything but mindfuck her so far.

Peeping out of the curtain, Polly made sure she was alone before venturing out. All the things she’d agreed she was willing to try filtered through her thoughts. Nipple clamps. Butt plugs. Collars. Restraints. Blindfolds.

She shouldn’t have had that glass of wine before going through the checklist last night.

The foyer was now dark and shadowy. The red glow of a soft spotlight marked the place where she’d been instructed to kneel. Inhaling, Polly went to the spot and sank down on her knees.

A sense of sweet shame filled her at the knowledge she was naked and waiting for Ma’am. Expectant, she watched the door, her mouth dry as cotton, her body humming with desire.

All coherent thought—the normal chatter in her mind—drifted away as this situation transported her to another realm.

A realm where she wanted and needed Vivien to ravage her.

Long minutes passed. Polly ached with erotic hunger, gritting her teeth, willing Vivien to open the door.

Finally, the knob turned and the hinges sang as the door swung open. Polly’s spine straightened. Her heart fluttered. She’d never dreamed she of all people would be so eager to submit.

*****

Fall to PiecesAbout Fall to Pieces:

Rockabilly crooner Polly Purefoy can’t believe her luck when she’s approached by Mallory Hayes, a Nashville record producer, with an invitation to join the Honkytonk Angels. There’s just one problem. Ms. Hayes moonlights as a dominatrix and she’s formulated a theory that submissive band members will make her job easier. Intrigued, Polly agrees to meet sultry Domme Vivien Blackheart.

The pretty songbird obeys Vivien’s illicit commands with a vulnerability that chips away at the seasoned Domme’s icy exterior. But Vivien has been hurt before. And she’s resolved never to let another sub into her heart.

From their first encounter Polly enjoys every decadent punishment Vivien metes out, but the long, lust-filled sessions in Vivien’s dungeon leave Polly wanting more than just spankings from her seductive Mistress. She wants love. And she’ll do anything—anything—to get it.

Inside Scoop: From the moment Vivien orders Polly to take off her panties the two engage in wicked-hot BDSM play.

A Romantica® female/female erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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About Paisley Smith

Paisley Smith is a full time author who can usually be found in front of her computer either writing, chatting, promoting or plotting. It’s a glamorous life…working in one’s pajamas.

She attended college in the Deep South where she obtained a slew of totally useless degrees and developed an unrelenting sense of humor.

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Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

by | Mar 23, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Stately PleasuresIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m sharing another snog from Stately Pleasures. This time, it’s a very naughty kiss, as it’s below the belt… so to speak 😉

And not a moment too soon. Jeremy pushed the insides of her thighs, forcing her to shuffle her feet further apart. He hooked his thumbs into her outer labia and separated them, exposing her delicate and sensitive skin. Alice had been so absorbed in the men’s race through the maze that she hadn’t thought properly about what would happen when one of them won. As a result, she wasn’t particularly horny. That changed when Jeremy’s warm tongue touched her pussy. She gasped and dug her fingers into Ethan’s wrists, causing him to pull in a sharp breath. She hadn’t hurt him, she knew, merely surprised him.

Jeremy’s talented tongue danced over and between her folds, rapidly arousing her and making her pussy and clit swell. She grew more sensitive and her cunt quickly responded, sending lubrication to where it was needed most. Gravity pulled it slowly down her channel and, seconds later, into Jeremy’s receptive mouth. He swallowed it enthusiastically, rolling his tongue up and slipping it inside to taste more of her. The action made another gush of liquid flow out of her – and a delicious cycle began. When she was good and soaked – and then some – Jeremy moved his attentions to her clit, slicking her juices over the swollen nub and teasing it exactly how he knew she liked it. And teasing was exactly what he continued to do. He knew she wouldn’t come this way. He was deliberately not touching the area that would send her catapulting towards climax. Not that what he was doing didn’t feel good, of course, but he was clearly treating her to a slow burn; making her hornier and hornier, while avoiding her self-destruct button. Then, when he was ready, he’d push that button and send her kicking and creaming into blissful oblivion.
She could hardly wait.


You can get your hands on Stately Pleasures here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Saturday Spankings #21 – #SatSpanks

by | Mar 22, 2014 | | 7 Comments

Saturday Spankings-467x200Yay, it’s time for more Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. This is another snippet from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures and follows on directly from last week’s. Enjoy!

She didn’t have too much time to think about being fucked by Jeremy, though, as she heard a small whooping noise – the sound of the wooden ruler rushing through the air – then the slap of it hitting her arse. Just as the thought that it hadn’t hurt was about to cross her mind, the pain hit. A sharp, stinging sensation raced in a diagonal stripe across her right cheek. Much to her pride, she didn’t yell or scream. She just pulled in a sharp breath and screwed her eyes shut, breathing in and out slowly and steadily, trying to work her way through the pain.

She’d just about dealt with it when the next blow came, this time on her left cheek. Gripping her hands tightly around the edge of the desk she was bent over, she watched as the knuckles turned white, determined to let nothing but the most negligible of noises pass her lips. Again, as the white-hot fire burned through her nerve endings, she sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…

Dungeon Crawl #4

by | Mar 19, 2014 | | 2 Comments

rack_300pxWelcome to the fourth week of the brand new blog hop – Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

The hand stopped moving, and Jeremy spoke. ‘Horny, are we? Do you want to come?’

She attempted to nod, then realised that was impossible with her forehead pressed against the top of the dresser.

Jeremy hadn’t given her permission to move either, so she simply murmured, ‘Yes, please.’

‘Polite, isn’t she?’ Jeremy said, obviously aiming his words at Ethan. ‘What a fast learner she is. Knows she needs to wait for permission.’

‘She sure is,’ the other man said. ‘And responsive too. I mean, look at how wet she is. She’d never say so, but I bet inside she’s absolutely screaming for you to let her come. Or to fuck her. I’m sure she’d be agreeable to either option.’

Jeremy laughed. ‘You’re right. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was a bit of a slut.’

Alice stopped herself letting out an indignant retort. She knew that’s what he wanted – an excuse to tease her more, to punish her. He knew damn well she was no slut. Or did he? She had, after all, had sex with Ethan on a kitchen counter after knowing him for all of a couple of days. And they hadn’t even been on a date. It hardly counted though, did it? Based on the things on that damn list, even if she hadn’t had an impromptu fuck with the head of security, she’d have ended up having sex with him very soon, anyway. So what did it matter?

It didn’t, she decided. Jeremy was just trying to get a rise out of her. And he was going to be severely disappointed. She was no sexual deviant, like the two of them, but she was tougher than she looked, and she’d put up with anything and everything they threw at her. Rather than lying back and thinking of England, she’d lie back – or kneel, or stand, or crouch doggy-style – and think of her career. All she needed to do was weather this smut storm and she’d be made for life.

Want more? Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here.


Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

by | Mar 16, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Stately PleasuresIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m sharing another snog from Stately Pleasures. This time, Alice and Ethan are having some luscious lip-locking action in the ballroom 😉

She giggled and did as he said. He quickly joined her, moving between her legs and kneeing them apart gently. Then he covered her with his body, propping his elbows either side of her chest and leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Alice didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter – particularly as Ethan’s come was now making its way out of her – but the intent behind Jeremy’s kiss was powerful, so powerful it made her head spin. Her heart pounded as she came to the conclusion that she really did feel the same way about both men. And as much as she tried to deny it to herself, that feeling was love. Pure and simple.

She was so fucked.

When Jeremy pulled away, she managed to get out of that particular headspace. Just because she’d had the revelation didn’t mean she had to tell them about it. In fact, it would be much better to keep quiet. If she said something, she had no doubt things would become massively complicated. It was unlikely that one of them felt the same way, never mind both of them. And would she be content with just one of them? Especially knowing how close they were and that they pretty much came as a package, along with Davenport Manor.


You can get your hands on Stately Pleasures here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

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