This blog will contain...
...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. :)

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Vala's Bisexuality Becomes Evident- complete article

I first shared a snippet of this article on the Seductive Studs and Siren blog hop. Here's that link- (you can use it to continue on to my fellow hoppers that weekend)- http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2014/08/seductivesns-valas-bisexuality-becomes.html . What follows is the entire article:

With the release of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" of my Vala's Story serial, I had so many thoughts of what I wanted to talk about in regards the continuing story.

What does is mean to be bisexual? I've pondered this question- you see, as a 15 year old, I came out as bisexual. While my parents didn't give me any more sexual education than Vala got from her parents (although thankfully my dad wasn't/isn't a lecherous pedophile like Vala's father), I managed some of my own escape act as a teen and learned stuff they didn't care for me to learn. I don't remember what her name was, but we all called her Cat and I thought she was the most beautiful being. Her touch felt much better than many of the only slightly interested guys I did whatever with. I didn't want to stop interacting physically with guys though; I came to the term bisexual. Then I started hearing the various myths that I'd never really heard or at least recognized as "myths about bisexuality and bisexuals."

"Bisexuals are promiscuous." "Bisexuals can't be monogamous." "Bisexuals need to have sex with both men and women." "Bisexuals are just gay people who can't let go of heterosexual privilege." Those are just five common myths about bisexuals and yes, I've heard every one of them, sometimes directly to my face. I've also seen these myths taken on in academic, activist books like Julia Serrano's "Excluded." However for myself, for a variety of reasons, I've come to feel more comfortable with the identity label queer, as it's been reclaimed by the queer community.

Are you wondering what those paragraphs have to do with "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," Vala's Story, or Vala herself? In "Out of the Night: Book One," Vala asks if everyone is basically bisexual and Iona replies, "to some degree, yes." I enjoy the vagueness of Iona's answer and it leads me to think of a promo where I asked "Can you imagine a world where sexual orientation labels don't exist?" When it comes to the sexual and BDSM interactions in the world of Vala's Story, gender matters less to me except when genital-based sexual activities are happening.

As a reader and writer of BDSM erotic romance, I am used to labels; however when used to label a book, "bisexual" seems to full of those myths I mentioned above, at least in the way some readers will receive it. One important function of the bisexual label in regards to a book seems to be "person of one gender has sexual activity with both genders." Beyond the erasure of individuals outside the main male/female gender system (and yes, I do have such characters, like Lady Audrey who identifies as a trans woman), the expectation seems to be that the person will actively be shown engaging with both men and women sexually. For the Seductive Studs and Sirens blog hop- its focus being GLBTQIA+ literature- I struggled to find appropriate snippets from the first Vala's Book- "Out of the Night: Book One."

So if I'm to share a snippet from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" here, what do I share? Do you need to see Vala engaged in sexual activity with a man and a woman at the same time? In part, I say that her bisexuality becomes more obvious in "Gates..." because in this book, there are more times when she's involved sexually with "both" genders than she was shown in "...Night...". This question mirrors some of the difficulty in my own life, where appearances can seem to say my life is hetero-normative. Because "appearances" aren't always what they seem, I want to remind those who've enjoyed reading pieces of Vala's Story on places like my blog or are just coming to Vala's Story, The Queen is very much a male-bodied person, regardless of his seemingly feminine name.

Excerpt from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" Copyright Joelle Casteel 2014.

Her movements aggressive, Iona kissed Vala, their heads pressed against The Queen's chest. "Pretty, pretty girl," she murmured against Vala's lips.

Vala gazed into Iona's eyes. "My Lady." She adoringly returned the soft, yet forceful kisses.

The Queen moved one of Vala's hands to Iona's neck and one of Iona's hands to Vala's crotch. "That looks lovely."

Iona pressed her lips to The Queen's chest; she groaned and moved two of her fingers into Vala. "My Queen!" she gasped.

"I saw Vala's fingers touching you. Now I would see you touch her."

Vala is very comfortable in her new life, her new name. She's hopelessly in love, with The Queen, with Iona, with life. She's learning about BDSM and knows The Queen has many surprises, lessons planned for her. She's looking forward to ceremony day...

The Queen considers, stresses, ponders. Sometimes he goes to Simon for help, especially since Tommy messed up so bad. He's considering things in the long term as he watches Vala blossom into what he wants her to be...

Things are settling down and they aren't for the rest of the stable. Tommy did so mess things up, but at least there's Vala's training to entertain, to occupy the stable as The Queen uses them in the ways he needs. Abrecan, Orlee, and Gaelan struggle to come to terms with what one decision did to their lives in the stable...

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, group sex, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.

Buy links:

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

TrueAwesome.com's "Awesome Store"- Mobi, PDF, and ePub.

AllRomanceEbooks- Mobi, PDF, and ePub.

Amazon/Kindle edition

Barnes and Noble/Nook edition

Author bio:

Joelle Casteel has so many faces, ways of being that no assumption is ever safe. The woman who'll use a child's backpack as a purse is just as likely to describe a graphic sex act. My Master, the dominant in the BDSM relationship that shapes much of my life, jokes that I'm so far from the mainstream that I've forgotten what the mainstream is. This of course shows up in my writing. I regularly blur gender and sexual orientation lines- although I will fight against the misgendering of my characters (between The Queen's legs are a penis and balls and he says he's a MAN.) Whether a short story or a novel, whether erotica or erotic romance, I tend to bring many taboos to the sex/BDSM table alongside crazy plots, over-the-top characters, and romance even in the midst of relationships you may never find in a greeting card store. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

Friday, October 24, 2014

#SatSpanks Just getting ready for a shower, paddle brush in hand "Mommy" FF spanking

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.

Now some of this has been on the Saturday Spankings blog hop before, but please bear with me. After my BRs finished with my book "Mommy," I decided that both given my target audience as well as the publishers I'm considering submitting it to, a naughty cyber scene where Mommy and Joey roleplayed feeling each others' pee would be much better as a spanking. I'm going to share the build up to the spanking, the spanking itself, and a moment of care. Aren't you glad for Spank or Treat? (You noticed the picture/link for it in my right column, right? :D) I'd decided to be nice and share it all since the 8 sentence rule is lifted- I believe that'll mean sharing from my Nano-novel as I write it. And yes, I know I said "the last of 'Mommy'," but you get this more because I'm gearing up for Nanowrimo :)

maralady: such a lovely paddle brush. I carefully pull it through your hair, enjoying when a curl wraps around my finger.
andrewsgirl: I'm staying very still for you, Mommy
maralady: you have such lovely hair; I could never tire of brushing it, but now it's time to get into the shower. I nudge you into the shower
andrewsgirl: the warm water feels so good when I step in farther to give you room to join me, Mommy. I step under the regular shower head so you can enjoy the rain shower head first.
maralady: thanks, sweet girl. I've never gotten to experience one of these before. Have you ever seen another woman naked?
andrewsgirl: not really, Mommy. we're supposed to shower after gym, but none of us do- there's not enough time to do that and get to our next classes.
maralady: That is very naughty of you- the other girls being bad does not give you a reason to skip showering
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy.

I squirmed in my chair. My toes curled against my footstool.

andrewsgirl: but I'm looking at you now, Mommy
maralady: I take one of your hands and place it on my breast. see, they're rather like yours, just a bit larger.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy
maralady: I guide your hand down my chest, down my stomach. I'm not skinny anymore like you are; I'm a grown woman
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy, but you're not fat, Mommy

I pressed my hand against my lips; I hadn't meant to say it quite like that.

maralady: it's okay, sweet girl. I know how you meant it. I pull you close to me and wrap my arms around your shoulders.
andrewsgirl: I'm surprised to find my face nestled between your beautiful breasts, Mommy. I sigh at your hand rubbing my back in small circles, stroking my hair. It all feels so good, the water pouring over us, you holding me close.
maralady: such a good girl.

Mommy's words went straight to my clit, making it throb.

maralady: have you ever gotten a spanking in the shower?

I blushed. I wasn’t expecting that question.

andrewsgirl: no, Mommy.
maralady: I think you need one now for those school showers you skipped.
andrewsgirl: But Mommy, I'm embarrassed to undress in front of the other girls
maralady: There's no reason to be embarrassed. This time, I'll spank with my hand as a warning, but I expect you to take your showers from now on.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy. I...

I stared at my screen. What was I going to say next?

maralady: just relax and put your hands up on the wall. I step close enough to start rubbing your shoulders.
andrewsgirl: thanks, Mommy. the rubbing feels so good.
maralady: I'm still stroking your neck with one hand as I spank your butt. Because this is a warning, I will only spank you until your bottom is pink.
andrewsgirl: I'll take a shower next gym time, I swear, Mommy
maralady: I know you will. I like patting your little butt, but you need to stop tensing. It'll just hurt worse.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy. oh Mommy, your spanks hurt so much.
maralady: they're supposed to so you remember to talk a shower next time. My hand is better than a bath brush though, isn't it? Can you imagine how much that would hurt?

I pictured my bath brush, its thick wooden handle and rough head of bristles. I hoped Master's jokes always stayed that way and never became a real application of that fearsome tool on my backside.

maralady: your skin has the prettiest pink color, a little red in the places my fingers touched. Bend over just a bit more
andrewsgirl: but why, Mommy?
maralady: are you sassing your mommy?
andrewsgirl: never, Mommy. I press my cheek against the shower wall as I move my feet back, sticking my naughty butt out
maralady: now I can spank your sitspots better. I want your upper thighs pink too. I'm just feeling a sting in my hand, but the marks on your butt and thighs make me happy. I hope they remind you to obey

I whimpered, fighting the desire to rock against my chair, see if that would give enough rubbing on my clit, push the plugs around, give any relief

maralady: Will you remember to shower?
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy, I'll shower every time. Please, Mommy
maralady: good girl, come back to Mommy. you look so pretty, your hair, your body all wet

andrewsgirl: thank you, Mommy. thanks for holding me

Spank or Treat is Live! October 24-26th

Do you want to read great spanking fiction?? A variety of gender pairings? Get a little scare with your hot erotic fiction? Well 16 wonderful authors are participating in this year's Spank or Treat! Free fiction! Prizes!! Here's the link to the main contest page on Anastasia Vitsky's "Governing Ana" page-

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Naan and April- in Naan's room

So maybe it was a good thing that life, health etc kept me from writing the pieces of this series too close together; I just without trying too hard found myself at 1207 words of sex. Sure, there were fits and starts- my Master's snoring, me feeling moody, writing with non-gendered pronouns for Naan, figuring out the shape of hir genitals- yeah, it wasn't seamless, but once I got writing about 300 words in, I found the scene just flowing. Of course, Naan and April decided my plans for their intimate time were rubbish and they gave me their own hot scene. I have ideas involving them flitting through my head for my Nano-novel; come back on Monday 10/27 to read what my plans are. Those joining just today are invited to read part 1 here and part two here first.


Naan closed the door behind hir. "The good thing about a nudist conference? No need for that moment of 'my genitals do not match your perception of me'."

April smiled at Naan. "I imagine. That must be scary, to have that conversation. I'm glad that among nudists you're saved from it." She took Naan's left hand in hers and brought it up to her lips for a soft kiss. "I find all of you beautiful."

"Thanks." Still with joined left hands, Naan wrapped hir arm around April's waist and drew her into a tight embrace. Ze sighed when she repeated hir gesture, those long fingers wrapping around hir waist. "Do you often wear rosewater?"

"Favorite scent," April replied with her head tilted back to look at Naan's face. "Love your eyes. Make me think of the chocolate milk my mom would make after a long day of farm chores."

"I remind you of milk?" Naan gave a small snorting laugh.

"I didn't mean it like that." April's gaze drifted down to Naan's lips, parted and cherry red. She stretched her neck to kiss those lips, a soft press of skin to skin.

"Hmm," Naan moaned. Ze accepted April's questing tongue into hir.

April danced them toward the hotel bed, Naan trusting her lead. She let go of hir hand to push back the comforter, its unusually soft texture almost surprising her out of the erotic moment.

"I already changed out the hotel comforter for my own," Naan mumbled into April's mouth. Ze gasped to find hirself pushed onto the bed. One foot pushed under the skewed comforter as ze spread hir legs to welcome her closer.

April shot to the foot of the bed near Naan's foot. "Ticklish?" she asked with her mouth perched just above one delightfully brown and squirming toe. She sucked it into her mouth before more than a sucked in breath sounded above her. She opened her mouth to take in another toe.

Naan mewled. Hir head nestled into the fluffy pillow with its thrashings, black hair startlingly against the white pillowcase. Ze tensed as April released hir toe to start kissing up hir foot, then ankle.

This isn't like usual. I want you as you are. April dragged her tongue along the side of Naan's leg, tracing into the inner knee for a heady moment. The fuzz of hir body hair was a pleasant surprise, especially its uniformity; ze wasn't a lifelong nudist, but ze definitely lacked the tapered off hair of a textile wearer.

"Oh... um..." Naan stammered as April licked hir mid-thigh.

April lifted her head. "Protection?"

Naan gestured wildly at the nightstand.

April leaned over Naan and opened the door. Two latex gloves, two lime green dental dams, and a condom in hand, she put her attention back where she wanted it. She ran her teeth over his skin, pulling in just a bit to bite, not too hard. She breathed in deep, feeling the glorious smell of hir sex. Skin so soft tempted her at the inner thighs; she moved from one to the other, kisses and licks rewarding her with Naan's pleading moans.

Such divine relaxation. Ze's trusting that I'm here with hir. April knelt up between Naan's legs. Her gaze divided between the slight tension on the beautiful face above her and pulling the glove on. She giggled when she noticed a bottle of lube on the table. As if reading her mind, she suddenly felt the bottle in her gloved hand, placed there by hir. She poured the slippery fluid over her gloved fingers, between Naan's legs. Her finger tips moved over the clit, the penis and scrotum. Her thumb dipped to stroke the clit in slow circles even as she wrapped her fingers around the hardening penis.

"That feels so good," Naan whimpered. Ze lifted hir hips, spread hir legs farther.

"I'm glad." April let her hand travel away from the clit just long enough to wrap her fist around the head of Naan's cock. "Never got to asking, do you have any hard limits?"

Naan laughed. "Non-human animals, kids, and dead things. I'll consider anything else."

April returned Naan's grin. "Good." She paused to pull the other glove onto her naked hand. She returned to her stroking, making up for a slight softness that happened as she and ze joked. Penis once again hard, she rolled the condom down on it.

"I like where this is going." Naan rested hir hands on hir chest. Ze pinched both nipples.

"Just like that." April scrambled to straddle Naan's hips. She reached behind her and found the cock, slippery and silky. She guided it into her pussy, moaning in harmony with her partner. She lifted her hips before sinking back down. The sensation of pinching nipples rippled through her as she watched Naan. Her speed increased as did their moans.

"Please." Naan's lips remained parted.

"Sit up. Let me wrap my legs around you," April ordered. Her whimpered matched Naan's as their bodies adjusted with hir struggles to sit up. She tightened her legs around hir waist and started her humping movements again. She pulled the glove off her right hand before burying it in the silky black hair she'd been hoping to caress. I wonder. She reached behind her with the still gloved hand. Her finger slipped over lubed skin, pressing clit and stimulating prostate from the outside.

"Yes! Yes!" Naan claimed April's lips in a plundering kiss. Ze moaned at their breasts tight against each other, nipples throbbing.

April strained to take and give as much pleasure as possible. She squeezed her legs hard around Naan. She was so close to coming, but worried about Naan. She broke the kiss to drag her lips along hir jaw; she tugged on hir earlobe with her teeth. She groaned and closed her eyes. She felt her forehead tighten and knew.

"That's right. Let me feel you come. Are you coming?" Naan breathed in harsh pants against April's cheek.

"Gods, yes, I've wanted you like this since I first saw you." April shuddered.

"Keep using your hand like that," Naan coaxed.

April continued stroking Naan's clit even as she reached one lubed finger between hir cheeks.

Naan hissed in pleasure. Ze cried out, the sound husky and demanding. "Gonna come!"

April felt one finger slip into Naan's asshole as the clit hardened with hir shudders. Then the throbbing of a condom filling surprised her in her cunt. I brought hir all this pleasure! She let the arm come forward, tore that glove off, before wrapping both arms around Naan's neck. "That was amazing."

"Yeah." Naan kissed April, softly, slowly. "I've never enjoyed a first time with someone so much."
April kissed Naan this time. "Wanna go enjoy a hot shower?"

Naan shook hir head. "Gotta take care of the condom and then I saw you grab some dental dams. I'd like to enjoy you more first."

April giggled. She brushed a stray blond hair behind one ear. "Sounds good." She clung to Naan one more moment before they sadly parted their bodies.

"Thanks for enjoying me as I am." Naan grinned sheepishly.

"And thanks for enjoying me as I am." April lay on the bed and waited.

Do you wanna see more of Naan and April? Let me know!

"Chemistry of Attraction"- Thianna D visits with her Corbin's Bend #spanking #DD release

(Joelle's added note- at first I thought I need to fix links, but the clickable links are things like the Goodreads' name, with the link showing in case you need to copy/paste it into another browser)

Chemistry of Attraction

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.
Chemistry of Attraction
By Thianna D

Goodreads link https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23257768-chemistry-of-attraction
Buy links
ThiannaD - http://www.thiannad.com/2014/09/chemistry-of-attraction.html
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OBIB52O/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00OBIB52O&linkCode=as2&tag=thithocou-20&linkId=PVZCGVF7EOD5YINA
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chemistry-of-attraction-thianna-d/1120509499?ean=2940150688773
Blushing Books = http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3044

Thanks, Joelle for hosting Chemistry of Attraction today. I know we authors love our books, but I adore this one even more than most. First, because it’s Corbin’s Bend and it will always hold a special place in my heart. Second, because the characters truly felt like home. Not just the main characters – though Brandon and Dina definitely felt real to me. No, I’m talking with how much the secondary characters really round out the story. Plus, since I knew them from other Corbin’s Bend books, it felt like coming home again.

Have you ever noticed how much the secondary characters do in a book? I’ve read books that had almost no secondary characters and it felt one-dimensional. I enjoy seeing how my main characters interact with others and so maybe we should stop calling them secondary characters. How about Rounded-out characters? Or Important Characters. Yes, that’s it. They aren’t secondary, they’re important. And in Chemistry of Attraction, you’ll come across some important characters, including the Rolsons, Jonathon (Because what’s a Corbin’s Bend book without our sweet community secretary), Benjamin his partner and Brandon’s mentor, and of course Brent Carmichael.

Chemistry of Attraction, Book 10 in Corbin’s Bend, First book of Season Two.

Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

There was a momentary silence and then one of his hands rested on her lower back and the other lifted. Slap! His hand came down harder than this afternoon, heat sizzling in its wake. Before she even felt the warmth that bloomed from it, he hit her other cheek. Back and forth he went, covering her entire derriere with hard slaps until her entire rear end felt like a light sunburn.

But she didn’t care. Each smack of his hand lit up something inside of her, something primal, raw, animalistic. Arching her back, she growled softly when his hand slammed right between her cheeks. Each slap produced its own sound, but she barely heard them, her left brain utterly fascinated by the sounds coming out of her own mouth. When his hand came down on that sensitive crease between buttocks and thighs, her logical brain blanked out. What remained was wanton, needy, and craving everything the man at her side could give her.

“More!” she cried out as he hit her sit spot again. Her entire body felt like a coiled spring and she so wanted to be sprung. All she needed was just a few more. Just a few more. Please, just a few more.

Brandon had other plans. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and she rushed to obey, not wanting him to stop. “Fuck, you’re so wet, beauty,” he murmured, the fingers of his spanking hand drifting between her legs, stroking along her clit and delving into her core.

“More,” she whimpered as those wonderfully strong, large fingers began to fuck her, rubbing against something that made her arch more and let out a low keen. So close. She was so close. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over. Damn, he—


As his hand that had been on her lower back came down right on her rump, the world exploded. Lights burst in front of her eyes even as her cunt spasmed and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her muscles clenched and squeezed, pulling her through the roughest orgasm she had ever felt.

And it wasn’t over yet.

Author Bio:
Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around.

She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

Where you can find her:
Thianna’s Website - http://www.thiannad.com/
Thianna’s Blog - http://blog.thiannad.com/
Corbin’s Bend - http://www.corbinsbend.com/
Facebook Author Page - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorThiannaD
Twitter - https://twitter.com/the_weremouse
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/thiannad/
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6569172.Thianna_D_

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

#WIPiTuP At a New Age book store as a family

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.

Having finished the "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" rewrite, I'm about to get to work on my BRs' comment on "Mommy"- never fear, you may get more "Mommy" once I've secured a publisher for it. The "Skipping..." rewrite was hard though. I'd only meant to add a birthday scene, but I found each little thing I changed for continuity avalanched into a dozen more changes. I found myself deleting, moving, saving for later scenes of hundreds of words (in one case that I checked, it was over 2000 words!). This week, I've decided to share a shopping scene that became sadly unusable because of detail changes.

"Thanks, my primitive Prince." Vala giggled. "Primitive, really, my primitive Prince?"

Prince Synn rolled his eyes at Vala.

"But thanks so much for the little reassurance at Joys and Sorrows, my primitive Prince. I was about to chicken out, my primitive Prince."

"Well many of the members of our church are coming around to polyamory, especially when faced with happy, open families like ours."

"Vala!" Erik ran up to Prince Synn and Vala. "Not-Vati!"

Prince Synn laughed. "Don't you love it? I'm 'not daddy'."

Vala lifted Erik to her hip as the three of them continued into the New Age book store. "Well it isn't the worst thing he could call you, Sir," she teased.

"I saw Reverend Evelyn lent you some books." Prince Synn paused in front of a display of spell candles.

"Yeah, she has a notion that the books coming from her will aid in the 'free and responsible search for truth and meaning' for me, Sir."

"Very wise." Prince Synn turned to Vala. "Here, let me take him. He's getting big."

"Thanks, Sir." Vala smiled as Iona joined them. "Hi, Iona." She squealed and did a little hip-shaking dance. "Oh oh... my..." She looked up at Erik. "Iona."

"Why am I suddenly hearing My Sharona?" Prince Synn grinned.

"What got you excited, sweet?" Iona patted Vala's arm.

"That little sculpture there, Iona." Vala pointed at a small ceramic sculpture of a centaur. "I would very much like that please, Iona."

Iona hugged Vala to her. "Let's take it to The Queen so you can ask him."

The group moved to The Queen who stood in front of a weapons' display.

Vala waited until The Queen looked down at her. "Sir, I would very much please like to have the sculpture that Iona is holding. Please."

Iona held out the sculpture to The Queen.

"Yes, sweet. You may have it." The Queen smiled at Erik. "Synn, let me hold my boy."

Laughing, Prince Synn passed Erik to The Queen. "So the Horned God, Vala?"

Vala shrugged. "For some reason, in my reading, Sir, I keep getting drawn back to him, feeling more comfortable with him, than the Goddess. Isn't that weird, Sir?"

"Not necessarily. Come to the books with me. They may have a title I'd like to recommend to you."

Vala nodded her head to The Queen and Iona before following after Prince Synn. She stopped beside him in front of a book shelf.

"This one. You should read it." Prince Synn handed Vala a book.

(book recommendation moved elsewhere in "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three)

"Thanks, Sir, for the recommendation." Vala giggled. "I'm going to have to work to balance this reading around my training."

"I'm sure The Queen and Iona will help you with that, if learning about paganism is really important to you."

Vala nodded. "Thanks, Sir." How weird, this conversation. Not quite what I'd expect of my Master's best friend.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

#Taboo2sday Vala's thoughts on Erik and her training as a slave

Take a risk and try something a little taboo with me? D I promise you'll find delights and scares depending on how adventurous you are

I promoted this hop in a new Dark Erotica group on Facebook yesterday. I hadn't yet picked something and mentioned I still needed to sign up. I was in home stretch of a rewrite of "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" of my Vala's Story serial and in sharing about the types of things we share, I mentioned the possibility of sharing something about Erik, The Queen and Iona's toddler son. In promoting "Gates of the Garden; Book Two," Thianna D. recently hosted me on her blog. With "Skipping..." containing Vala's first journal entry for her training, I decided to share her thoughts on Erik here. I find the idea of children being taboo in erotica ridiculous; as long as the characters aren't having sexual activity with or in front of children, I find it a fantasy I'm not interested in to behave as if characters in erotica don't have full lives that sometimes include children. So here's some of Vala's thoughts...

I was really shocked to find out The Queen had a son. I'd have thought I'd have met Erik already. Though I guess it makes sense The Queen waited to introduce Erik to me. He's an adorable little boy. I can't even imagine what it's like for Iona, being a mother in such an unconventional lifestyle. Thank goodness for Brenna, for open and accepting she is and I think it's more than just being a well payed employee. Erik's going to be one unique individual when he grows up. And to think I get to have some part, even if just a little, in his life and childhood; I can't begin to understand how my Queen and my Lady trust me in being around their child! I'm sure they're glad they have a few years to figure out how they're going to explain these things to Erik.