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...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
If you are under 18 and/or offended by this...

Thanks fiona, from "Sir Q and Me" for the warning message that just makes me melt. :)

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

#Taboo2sday My thoughts on "lesfic," taboo, and "Tabitha and Bina in Love"

So I didn't like my usual lines about this hop quite fit... "taboo" can be hot to many people, but some taboos aren't hot merely because they aren't in the mainstream and that's what I'm talking about today.

Anastasia Vitsky's post for the LesbianAppreciation 2015 event got me thinking. Her words caused me to re-think what I'm doing with my erotic romance authors in love. Bina identifies as a lesbian, Tabitha as pansexual- they're both monogamous. Tabitha only writes lesfic, while Bina is more experimental, writing from a queer, pansexual perspective, a multiplicity of gender and and sexual identities. So Bina's writing (included within their romance) isn't strictly lesfic, although she does write some. Keeping Anastasia's words in mind, I've thought to massage my story into lesfic, but that may change plans about how my authors' writing appears in the completed book.

Monday, January 26, 2015

#MasturbationMonday The Queen dreams of Simon #cum #masturbation #MM

I looked at the picture and felt disappointed at first that it was a guy- my Master jokes I'm a lesbian except for Him and well, I tend to like my men to look at close to bears as possible- big, hairy, comfortable in their own skin. However I thought of The Queen and Simon from my Vala's Story serial. The Queen had some thoughts and gave me this.

The Queen glanced at his laptop again. "Intriguing picture that Kayla has picked here. Despite the lack of chest hair, the body looks quite like Simon." He wrapped his hand around his cock. His gaze wandered down the muscled arm, across the rippling abs. His breath sped up in time with his stroking hand.

His mind pushed at the picture to correct it to Simon. The abs grew just a bit less defined to match the changes the yoga had wrought in his boy's body. But those legs! Gods, those legs that felt so good on his shoulders as he fucked Simon's asshole, the tight, tight pleasure. How he kept himself tight regardless how sexually active he was, was a mystery.

He let go of his cock long enough to spit on his palm before he started. He leaned back in his office chair and continued to study the Masturbation Monday picture. Such a good picture. The hand in the boxers... he imagined Simon relaxing on the couch as he watched their darling Tommy writhing against the floor, waiting for his own turn to fuck Tommy until he begged to come.

He groaned as his other hand slid up his body to his chest. The gorgeously masculine neck thrown back in pleasure echoed his own movements as he pinched first one then his other nipple. The pain was so sweet; he chuckled to think of any of his slaves seeing him now. Yes, he needed a good, long afternoon with Lady Audrey. He pinched one nipple harder, feeling the twinge of pain echo as pleasure in his nuts.

He studied the bits of hair on the arms, the legs. Did he want to come quick or delay the pleasure? He paused in the stroking, although he didn't let go of his cock. He rotated his shoulders, easing some tension. He felt the slow grin trip across his face.

"Come here and kneel beside my chair, Simon," The Queen ordered the silent submissive waiting just outside the doorway.

"Yes, my Queen." Simon cried as he obeyed on running feet. He dropped to the floor on his knees beside the chair before The Queen swung to face him.

"Tongue out! Eyes closed!"

Simon visibly shuddered as his eyes squinted shut and he stretched his mouth wide open, his tongue hanging out.

The Queen grunted as he reached forward to pinch Simon's nipple. He grunted again when his hand slipped over the head of his cock just before he started to shoot thick, white strings of cum across his boy's tongue, cheeks, collar, chest. Still pumping his cock of the last bits of orgasm, he brutally kissed Simon, groaning at tasting himself.

With no cum landing on his eyelids, Simon blinked them before opening his eyes. "Thanks, my Queen. I love to taste your cum."

"My good boy." He took Simon's hands in his before standing them both up. "Let us take a shower before we go grab someone to make you come for me to enjoy."

"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Simon snuggled against The Queen for a moment before the men made their way to the nearest bathroom.

Now if you enjoyed that, I suggest you go enjoy "Out of the Night: Book One." You get to meet both The Queen and Simon, even if you don't get to see as much sex with Simon in "Night"- although there is some BDSM action with him and Tommy that you get to enjoy :D.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) ebook

Smashwords- multiple formats- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/417778 . First 20% available as a free sample.

TrueAwesome.com- Mobi, PDF, and ePub.

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Rayanna Jamison dips her toes in Corbin's Bend #spanking #romance

Yay for a new release from Rayanna Jamison. I can't wait to read it!!

“Come here, Lannea,” he said sitting on the bed, and patting a spot on the bedcovers beside him.

“Why did you come here tonight?” It was imperative to him that they opened the lines of conversation at least enough to discuss the spanking he would give her, and the reasons behind it.

“Because you told me to,” she smirked.

Oh, now she wanted to brat.  Obviously, she didn’t plan on making this easy for him. That was fine. Two could play that game.

“I gave you a free pass downstairs, to make all the smart ass little remarks you wanted to, and you had nothing to say. Well guess what, we’re upstairs now, and every little comment you make now is going to make your ass smart a little bit more. Your free pass is gone. Are we clear?”

“Yup,” Lannea breathed, looking a little awed. To be honest, Josiah was feeling a little awed himself. He had no idea where this stuff was coming from- just as he had had no idea where his original threat had came from.

“Yup is not an acceptable response when I ask you a question Lannea. The proper response would be ‘Yes Sir’.”

“Yes Sir,” Lannea mumbled, her eyes downcast.

Josiah frowned. He didn’t like that. He hooked his finger under her chin gently lifting her face until her gaze met his own.

“That’s my good girl, he said, careful to keep his voice soft and approving. “Now, Once again, why did you come here?”

“Because…because you said you would spank me if I came, and…it’s been a long time. A really long time,” she admitted, leaning forward to lay her head on his shoulder.

“How long has it been, Lannea? Tell me the truth.”

“It’s been…probably about three years, since I was in culinary school.”

Josiah nodded gravely. “You need this pretty badly, don’t you? Probably have for a long time.”

Her lip quivered, and he wasn’t surprised to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she nodded.

“Tell me Lannea. Say it. I want to hear from you why you need me to spank that perfect little bottom of yours.”


Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend. He wanted to find the one  woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic  DD relationship. Sparks fly  as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?

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Author Bio:

Rayanna Jamison has always dreamed of becoming an author. She credits a big move from
Oregon to Utah in 2013 as the catalyst that finally began her writing career. She now lives in Southern Utah with her husband, two children, two dogs, and her mother. She writes what she loves to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, crafting, and shopping, and that's just in her spare time. When the kids and husband are home, she can be found baking with her daughter, watching her son and his friends, and hosting neighborhood block parties. She loves exploring her new area, and finding fun new things to do with her family.

Friday, January 23, 2015

#SatSpanks Joey bends over for the old wooden ruler #spanking #FF #BDSM #MFF

8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.

Okay :D so I made it to sign up with about 30 mins left :D Somehow my mother decided that a water park was the perfect place to celebrate my dad's and my birthdays and themed it "in the tropics"- um, did she forget she gave birth to a child who's allergic to the sun?? But I got signed up and now I' shaking off ucky parent willies to dip into my ageplay/BDSM/spanking menage. Now my BRs for "Mommy" have gotten their copies of the section I wrote (here, you can read a little I shared on Wednesday if you like) and I'm going to share a randier :D snippet for Saturday Spankings because um, well I'm almost ready to submit this to a publisher hehehe. So this is a few lines from Wednesday, but I couldn't decide what hot snippet to share :D

Mommy yanked her hand out of me and pulled my panties off.

The first spank caught me off guard, its sharpness causing my slave mind to chirp about Mommy cupping her hand. The spanks fell one after another and I started to relax into the delicious penitential pain.

Mommy landed a spank on my sit-spot.

I cried out, "Mommy, please!"

Mommy stopped spanking with her hand only to start again with the cruel ruler.

I kicked up my legs, my body sliding forward as if I could escape the spanking.

"No you don't!"

My life apart from where it connects with my Master

I know I've written about assumptions before. Today I'm going to take on this notion of how much and how my life is affected by being a lifestyle submissive. I think this is probably one of the most frustrating set of assumptions I deal with, especially because people to whom I've been out as a sub for awhile will continue to be confused on this issue. If you aren't familiar with the idea of BDSM protocols, I suggest you go read this post of mine: http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/05/bdsm-protocols-what-are-they.html .

Now when it comes to protocols, my Master and I are still pretty much low to medium protocol, leaning closer to low. We certainly have less in the way of rituals or protocols than you'll find in much BDSM erotic romance (including my own- to grab the example of The Queen, I'll remind that he is firmly medium protocol in the way he runs his stable, sometimes bordering on high protocol. His slaves have expectations on title use whereas my use of my Master's title is much more controlled by who we're around, what we're doing).

I go places without telling my Master where I'm going.

Take another look at that... I do things like go shopping, going out with friends, taking our teen places and I do these things without getting my Master's permission before doing them, sometimes without telling Him because He's asleep and I expect Him to still be asleep after I return home.

I also have conversations that I don't tell my Master about, unless He specifically asks. Let me share an example of this: on Tuesday evening, I made plans with a friend to go to the gaming store that my Master was also going to so that I could take our teen to play games there. While at the store I was in the same room as my Master, but my attention was on my friend, with whom I was talking about a bunch of things (like an article about why cisgender people shouldn't consider the term cisgender oppressive by that term from everydayfeminism.com) and Unitarian Universalism (my friend's and my religion, but not my Master's). Sure, if He'd come up and asked what we were talking about, I would have told Him, but I didn't seek out His permission to engage in a conversation that I'm pretty sure He wouldn't want to be included in.

I think part of the problem is that people (especially online) act like "lifestyle submissive" is the whole of my identity. If you notice in the above paragraph, I acted as "mother," "friend," "spiritual person," and "activist/educator" apart from interacting with my Master. This is a regular thing for me, all these pieces of who I am. And furthermore, by the time you're all reading this, I'll have made a late night trip to Meijer to buy myself a new swim suit because my parents are coming to visit to take my teen and myself to a water park for birthdays (my dad's is already happened- there'll be a card for my Master, He who will be sleeping because He works- and mine coming up on the 27th)... the suit I had for when teen was still a pre-teen and going to a homeschool co-op no longer fit my body. Master pissed me off by lecturing about exercise- yeah, I want to drop like 30 lbs, but it's not going to happen overnight so I'm buying a new suit.

In irritation once I snapped at a UU friend, "Don't assume what I need to ask Shaman's permission for. If I need to ask His permission first, I'll say so. Otherwise you can stay out of my relationship."

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Why is violence "okay," but not sexuality? James Dornan's offense

Unlike my post about decision making, I'm pretty sure I'll never reach "less angry" when it comes to "Fifty Shades of Grey." With that book, I can vent, critique, and more until it looks like I have a super charged case of sour grapes. However today I'm focusing on the movie version and a problem I have with one actor in it. Here's an online article from "US Weekly" if you haven't read the bullshit he had to say about going to a BDSM dungeon: http://www.usmagazine.com/entertainment/news/jamie-dornan-visited-a-sex-dungeon-for-fifty-shades-of-grey-research-20141612 . And yeah, bullshit is about the most kind thing I have to say for what came out of his mouth. He wanted a fucking show from the doms and subs he saw there. He felt too dirty to touch his wife and child after going. Well that fucker was the main character on "Sons of Anarchy!" I tried watching one episode of the final season because Marilyn Manson had a role on it. I didn't get around to watching until after Jamie had opened his stupid, foul mouth to criticize BDSM before taking on the role of a "dom" from a book that in my opinion shows domestic and sexual abuse **NOT** BDSM. After watching the extreme brutality his character on SoA perpetrated on various other characters, I couldn't watch one more episode of SoA and I removed it from my DVR. I'm certainly not the only BDSM person to be incensed at what Dornan is quoted as saying.

That's out of my system for the moment :D. So now I'm going to more further out from FSoG the movie and the dumb quote to what I see as implications of cultural double standards. I'm gonna circle back a little here. When it came to my son, we haven't really censored most of the media he interacted with; hell, he was overhearing Nine Inch Nails as an infant. However, I didn't particularly want him seeing any of the "Grand Theft Auto" games. Thinking I have engaged in sex work and always work to be an ally to sex workers, especially/including people engaged in survival sex work, the rumored "you can have sex with a hooker to regain your health and then kill her to avoid paying" trick offended me. This was not a game I was willing to let my son play. However, before George R.R. Martin's quote

I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina, and I get letters about it and people swearing off. To my mind this is kind of frustrating, it’s madness. Ultimately, in the history of [the] world, penises entering vaginas have given a lot of people a lot of pleasure; axes entering skulls, well, not so much.”

my Master pointed out the hypocrisy that I was okay with the overall violence of the game, just when sexuality (in the form of a prostitute) was introduced, I had a problem. I don't read my response exactly as He did, although I do agree He was responding to a hypocrisy our culture has around sexuality. In terms of movie ratings, sexuality will increase a movie's rating faster than non-sexualized physical violence. When I was a teen, I convinced my dad to rent me Madonna's "Justify My Love" from the store; I told him it was NC-17 mostly because Madonna kissed a woman on it. So yeah, major oversimplification on my part there lol, but my dad was working on cultural assumptions to make my statement believable.

So James Dornan is playing the part of Christian Grey in the movie version of "Fifty Shades of Grey" after having played the part of a badass biker in "Sons of Anarchy" and the sexuality of FSoG made him feel creepy? Maybe he should have let the part go to a more open-minded actor.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

#WIPiTuP At the Dog Park #FF #ageplay #Mommy

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors like to know we're going in a good direction.

Yes, I titled this "at the dog park," but given the lack of anything hot within the time at the park, I'm sharing the end and the set up for Joey's next punishment. I am pleased to announce that I've finished the added stuff to the "Mommy's Visit" portion of my book "Mommy." The 36 pages of the visit need given to my BRs before I get this all ready to submit to a publisher :) So this may be the last bit of "Mommy" that you get before the book is published :D Jim is the guy they meet at the dog park.


Mommy closed the door and climbed in herself. As she was starting her car, she looked into her mirror at me. "Once we've gotten him settled in at home, my plan to take you somewhere special must be postponed until after I paddle your behind."

"Yes, Mommy," I mumbled. I wanted to ask what "somewhere special" was, but didn't think that was a good idea.

"You nearly flashed Jim your panties when you went on the doggie slide."

"I'm very sorry, Mommy. I got so caught up with playing with the doggies." I felt my bottom lip shaking.

Mommy closed the door; Rex had gone to sleep in his bed in Master's bedroom. She turned on the classical music station.

I waited and watched Mommy's preparations.

She straightened the daybed's comforter before moving to the book shelf. She pulled the thick wooden ruler from its spot.

The gasp escaped my parted lips. The adult in me criticized my choice in not buying a thinner, more supple plastic ruler, but an old-fashioned one, its sturdy body as forbidding as a BDSM paddle.

Mommy pursed her lips at me. "It seems you've earned yourself another spanking for not behaving in a ladylike manner, especially when you shouldn't have been behaving as a little in the first place."

I lowered my chin to my chest, feeling so very small.