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WARNING

This blog will contain...
...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
If you are under 18 and/or offended by this...
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Thanks fiona, from "Sir Q and Me" for the warning message that just makes me melt. :)

Thursday, August 21, 2014

When do I teach? And when don't I?

I posted this in my Facebook status message after a response to a promotional post for my Tuesday blog irritated me before moving into calling me to question the response and what it possibly implied for my promotion.

I am not capable nor am I interested in always being academic, educational about the various things I care about, including issues of sexual orientation, however I'm thinking of that word. sometimes "play" and "fun" are better ways to educate,I think. And not everything needs to be educational.

For other authors, bloggers reading this, you no doubt understand what I'm talking about with a promotional post, but for readers, please let me explain. When you see that post from a favorite author- whether it's a sentence or a whole paragraph talking about a blog post, a book, a contest (whatever's being shared), that's a promotional post and beyond sharing whatever it is, the author may not plan to engage much with others through that promo. I do converse sometimes through my posts; it depends on a bunch of factors- like if I'm having a good or bad day (remember, I am bipolar and I also have jobs beyond being an author), if the person who's wanting to converse with me commented at great length (like a paragraph or more, as an example)- just to name a few things. Some days I just don't have the mental and/or emotional stamina to "teach."

Now as an author of erotic romance who also finds myself in various intersections of discrimination and oppression based on pieces of my non-normative sexuality, I find myself thinking about teaching within fiction often. Although authors who identify as straight, monogamous, vanilla/non-kinky, engage in this conversation too. For my part, I spend time looking at how my writing supports or disproves stereotypes of various minority groups. But to use Sigmund Freud's unverified quote of "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar," I have to say sometimes sex is just sex. Sometimes within a sex scene isn't the place I've dealt with issues of race, orientation, gender, non-normative sexual activity- I've taken care of these things outside of the sex scene. An example of this is where author Vanessa Clark reminded me that in working with my transgender character Lady Audrey that I need to keep conversations about things like her genital structure, her hormone taking OUTSIDE of the sex scene- too often these body things are talked about during the sex when a trans or intersex character is present and that's just not right, not sexy.

BDSM is a big part of my conversations through various media each day- I once had another erotica author (who to my knowledge wasn't into BDSM really) ask me if people really pronounce the acronym as a word; I managed not to laugh at him as I said "yes, it's a normal word in my household." In my writing (erotic or otherwise), in my status messages, in my activism, BDSM has an important place. Especially with books like "Fifty Shades of Grey" coming out and receiving so much conversations- even if the books are filled with incorrect and offensive myths and stereotypes about BDSM. Sometimes I feel like every thing I say is being used to justify condemnation of BDSM; I wish I could remember the "double bind" that Julia Serano talks about in her book "Excluded," but this feels like a case of it- I may be held up as an example of a person who practices BDSM and at times, that could be a bad thing, if I'm thinking of BDSM as a minority group that needs to gain political traction- like the GLBT community trying to get same sex marriage.

Let me circle round to that comment that inspired this post. As I summarized it to my Master- I admit, I picked out one point out of two paragraphs, largely to explain to my Master why it made me angry- "[he] complained about my use of the words violent and rough, arguing that they aren't synonymous." Here are the blog post title and the promo sentence.


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#Taboo2sday The Queen and Vala enjoy some rough sex- is that a taboo for you? :D [post promo]

Violent is what's actually used in the snippet- a bit from a sex scene that leads into an educational BDSM moment in the story- a story that's a work-in-progress. Now I've broken all sorts of storytelling rules and the majority of my fans would likely see my main character's bratting in the "Intermission for violent sex" line. The thing is, the whole snippet (all 10 lines) show consensual BDSM in which Vala never withdraws her consent; also a moment of afterglow is shown where Vala is giggling at The Queen's goofy post-orgasmic grin.

So I said to my beta reader, why does it matter if violent and rough are synonymous? Does the post title and promo make it seem as if I think they're synonymous? Vala is just playing- you see that, right? While she doesn't write erotic romance, she is also a writer so she understands the balance of blog post promotion. Her responses? "That's a good question" and "Yes, Vala's playing." This of course led to venting- I can't always be teaching. Not in an academic way. Not being so damn PC that my meaning is lost. And sometimes I just want to have fun. Yes, I'm a minority in many ways, while being part of the majority in others- why can't I sometimes just have fun? Sometimes a blog promo is just a promo.

Of course as a home educator (another one of those minority groups, although of course I complicate it by being a Unitarian Universalist and politically liberal in a minority group where the conservative, fundamentalist Christians have the biggest voice), I think of multiple ways to teach something. Sure, serious essays can teach a lot of things, but they don't teach everything, don't reach everyone. Sometimes one line will get a person thinking harder about a topic they've never thought about before- this was part of what got me reading about a line of feminist thought which examines transgender-critical feminist thinking. This lead me to posting today that I refused to respond to a male-bodied person's challenging comment by deleting the whole conversation.

Teaching is good, but there are multiple ways to get a message across. Sometimes the message is so there that we don't even need to point it out. Sometimes perspective is too big a hurdle to surmount when there is one message we want to teach. And sometimes sex is just sex.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

#WipItUp - Melody asked for it- "Thick Smoke Is Rising"

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 know we're going in a good direction.


So after teasing poor poor Melody Parks on fb, well I admit, more than Melody, about how much I was gonna share. In the end, the begging and threats won out and I'm sharing all 761 words :D . Now after book 2 (yes, Melody, my tech guy is trying to find time among his other projects for book 2  lol), I have a bunch of format surprises in store for my readers... one of those would be different sections in other characters' POVs, including scenes for which Vala isn't even present- she jokes about stuff like that toward the end of book 3, how she just loves to watch, to hear about sex, even when she isn't/wasn't involved. This is one of those. Follows after the knife play of some weeks ago. I'm debating- is it even worth including? Place your vote in the comments :D
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Thick Smoke is Rising
Prisca closed the door after The Queen. She turned towards Abrecan, who had walked farther into the room to pick up the knife. "Since you were such a good boy yesterday and you accepted the black wax so bravely, I've decided to give you a little treat."

"Thank you, my Lady," Abrecan murmured as he placed the knife on the nearest shelf.

She stopped next to the curtained bed, gestured to Abrecan and the bed.

Abrecan scrambled onto the bed before looking over his shoulder at Prisca. When she tumbled onto the bed beside him, his limbs fell out from underneath him and he crashed onto his stomach. With a sharp yelp, he acknowledged her hand teasingly moving up his legs to stop at his ass.

Prisca moved towards Abrecan's head after giving his ass a quick pinch. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she grabbed two long strips of black silk tied to the frame. Laying one strip on the bed, she pulled the other one with her as she moved towards his left hand. She lifted the hand from the bed, wrapped the silk around his wrist several times. She wrapped it around his wrists one last time before pulling the silk underneath itself to form a knot. She moved to his right hand and repeated the process. She moved between his legs, letting her hand wander up his thighs to caress his balls and crack.

Abrecan shuddered, his pelvic area rising off the bed. His legs spread apart, which in turn made his crack open wide. He pleadingly moaned as his body eased back down to the bed.

Prisca turned around and leaned off the edge of the bed. She grabbed two strips from that part of the frame then tied his ankles as she had his wrists. She crawled over his legs and lay next to him on the bed.

Prisca's fingers glided across Abrecan's back as she asked, "What would be an appropriate reward for you being such a good boy yesterday?"

Turning his head so he was facing Prisca Abrecan murmured, "I... I don't... know, my Lady. Ah... could we... maybe... could we... just have... sex... my Lady? As... as... equals, my Lady?"

Prisca pulled back a little in surprise, studying Abrecan's face. She kissed his cheek, resuming her soft caressing of his back. "Is that what you really want, my boy?"

"Ye... yes... my Lady. I... I want to... just want... to feel... you touching... me... and me touching... you... my Lady," Abrecan stammered, his eyes fixed hopefully on Prisca's face.

Without saying another word, Prisca rushed to untie Abrecan. The strips of silk fell to the floor. She lay next to him and pulled him onto his side facing her. Gently laying her hand on his chest, she pressed her lower body against him as she started playfully kissing him. She lifted her right leg and draped it over him, her foot against his ass.

Abrecan wrapped his arm around Prisca's neck, his hands holding her head. He rubbed his cock against her crotch, moaning. He squirmed and shifted on the bed until the head of his cock pressed at the entrance to her cunt.

"May I?" Abrecan gazed steadily into Prisca's eyes.

"You better." Prisca spread her legs further apart.

Abrecan thrust into Prisca's cunt. He shuddered and his eyes closed in consuming pleasure. He held her tightly, his moans growing louder as she began to meet his movements with her own thrusting hips. His hands wandered up and down her back, pausing sometimes to grip her ass.

Prisca let out a tremulous sigh as Abrecan flipped them over so she was on bottom and he was on top. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, doing everything to allow him deeper into her. She smiled up at him, her legs beginning to shake.

"Harder," Prisca whispered, gritting her teeth as Abrecan immediately responded to her request.

"Is... that... hard... enough?" Abrecan's face flushed with his exertions.

"Yes... yes..." Prisca began to convulse beneath him, her eyes wide open and locked with his. She held onto him tightly as the orgasm worked through every inch of her body.

Panting heavily, Abrecan continued to thrust into Prisca faster and harder. He moaned loudly, a big grin breaking on his face.

Prisca suddenly flipped them over, clamping her legs against Abrecan's legs.

"Now it's my turn," Prisca laughed, grinding against Abrecan.

Abrecan moaned again, quivering beneath Prisca as a cum-less orgasm exploded in his brain.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... Is violent sex a taboo? :D

8 to 10 sentences (or 100 words for bloggers/reviewers) of taboo erotica. Take a risk with me? :D

I'm still working away on a re-write of "The Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four" and I thought this snippet at the beginning of some obedience games lesson would be a fun taboo snippet to share :D.


Vala moaned quietly, her legs spreading as she pressed tighter against The Queen. Watching Queen Samar chase the slaves was really turning her on. Well, watching the tails swing between their legs was really turning her on.


Intermission for Really Violent Sex...


The Queen threw Vala face down to the floor, tearing his jeans off as he got up from the couch. He dropped to the floor on top of her, his dangerously hard cock driving into her ass.


After the Intermission for Really Violent Sex...


Vala laid on her back across The Queen's lap, panting furiously; their bodies drenched with sweat. Her gaze darted to his face to find him beaming with a goofy smile. She started to giggle, desperately trying to keep quiet so he wouldn't hear, but he still did.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Melody Parks and Maddie Taylor visit with their book "Pleasure Bay"

Yes, this was a fun book. I'll share the link to my ARC review on Amazon at the very end of this post.



Hi Joelle. Thank you so much for hosting Pleasure Bay. Maddie and I really appreciate you sharing our book to your readers.

The Blurb:

Dimitri De Luca is in the business of meeting needs—the kind of needs that people blush to discuss—and at Pleasure Bay, the BDSM-themed resort he owns on a private Caribbean island, business is good. With the help of his guest relations expert, Mariah Charmant, the pricey oasis promises an experience like no other. But Dimitri has something he needs as well… Mariah.

Mariah has been hurt before, and even as she makes one perfect match after another for others, she wonders if she can trust herself with her own heart. Despite the darkness of her past, she longs for Dimitri to claim her and dominate her completely, but can she bring herself to call him her master?


EXCERPT:

This excerpt is taken from chapter 12. Katie has arranged a bit of JetSki fun for her and Shane. When they stop for a rest on the other side of the island Shane has a different kind of fun in mind.

“Do I get to be in charge and test out your theory about my dom side?”

“Don’t ask, just do it.” She wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy against him.

He rewarded her with a husky growl, gripping her ass tighter. “I think I will,” he said, walking out of the half-constructed shell. “Hold on.” He put an arm around the curve of her lower back and then stooped to pick something up. “Looks like they forgot this.” He showed her the coiled rope he’d found. “Normally used for hoisting materials, today, it’s going to be used to tie up a naughty girl.”

With easy strength, he carried her, heading over to some thicker trees behind the construction site.
The movement of his hard cock thudding into her as he walked made her pussy gush with anticipation.
“Yes. Treat me like a bad girl, baby.” She felt his cock lengthen at her words and a low moan came from his throat.

“This will do.” He stopped near a big tree with low-lying branches. An image of being tied, helpless, arms stretched high above her head while she balanced on tiptoes, popped instantly to mind. Her breath quickened and her pussy literally gushed with juices as he ordered her firmly, “Strip.”


Will Katie’s image be accurate, or will Shane have a little something extra in mind that perhaps she hadn’t thought of?

If you’re interested, this book can be purchased at the links below.







  
Melody’s online presence.





Maddie’s online presence:






And so to read my 4 start review, here's the link on Amazon. I'm sure you'll laugh to imagine that my Master and I argued about the review :D.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Low protocol doesn't mean less intensity

Snorts, what is it with me recently? I have a fairly serious idea for a post in mind, but part of me is reacting to something somebody said that makes me want to be all as adult as "neener neener you're a stupid bitch who needs to shut and listen to someone who sees things different than you do." I'm trying now :D So I recently talked about assumptions I deal with because I live in a "Master/slave BDSM relationship." This post sort of continues from it. But yes, something had gotten me venting to my dear friend Thianna D. and she beautifully summarized my venting to "Low protocol doesn't mean less intensity."

Truly I think it's another assumption about what M/s means on an emotional level to the practitioners/players (however those involved prefer to consider themselves in terms of BDSM identity) based on the level of protocol they observe. I find this especially troublesome though. If you're on social media at all, you've no doubt seen all the conversation about Robin Williams, depression, suicide, and its meaning. I know, you're thinking about how this relates to BDSM protocols and intensity, but stay with me :D. One thing that has rang true with me in the conversations about Williams' apparent suicide is that no one can really know why he did it, the depth of the emotions that may have brought about the incident. I have had a long struggle with bipolar disorder myself, so I think I may have an idea of what he was going through, but no matter how they may try to define us in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), no one bipolar person's mental health issues present in the same exact way.

And so it is for BDSM activity. That acronym is a seriously huge tent of activities "outside the norm," involving all sorts of things from sensation play, pain, dominance, submission, just to name a few things. Even what it means to "live Master/slave" differs greatly- just consider what I had to say in my assumptions post. While I've written on it and will no doubt again, from my perspective as a BDSM slave, it frustrates me to no end when people get this picture of BDSM from pornography, from erotica, from urban legend and forget what to me seems the most important part of the whole question- what does the Master want?

In my case that means that my Master wants a low protocol BDSM situation. Whether or not I end a sentence spoken to Him is largely up to me. I make the judgment call based on our teen being present, others being present, where we are etc. In some moods, I'll call Him Master more or less. Hell, even the fact that I capitalize pronouns talking about Him is my thing; I like to do it, it makes me feel good. He couldn't give a shit less and doesn't really notice the fact that I don't cap in texts, where it takes a bit more effort. His things? He enjoys having sex pretty much when He wants. He enjoys rough sex. He enjoys not worrying about a safeword, but instead paying attention to my body language, if I say something like "ouch" or "no"- nope, I don't have a safeword and I with educated consent gave up that right because I don't use words like ouch, no, stop etc as part of play- if I say them during intimacy, my Master knows to take them at face value. He doesn't like make up so I don't spend more than an hour ever day putting on Goth make up as I used to. He also doesn't like when my blood sugar crashes (I'm hypoglycemic) so despite what BDSM erotica, how-to, or anything else might say, in this case, the slave eats before the Master because my Master would rather not have me crash out from needing to eat.

That was about what we do, what we don't do, but how about what we feel? Of course, as far as my Master is concerned, I can only say what I see, what He tells me, what He does, my interpretation of those things. When my ex-husband finally stopped dicking around and gave me the divorce I'd been asking for for years, my Master married me- largely because we could use the privilege of being a male/female coupling to get legally married, giving us all sorts of rights and legal benefits. True, it was several years after that before I took His last name legally; it didn't seem important to Him and I didn't really care one way or the other. When He finally said it would feel special to Him, I took the steps to do so. However when asked our wedding anniversary, both of us look at the other in confusion- I told Him with a little poem that the poly-triad with my ex was done, that I was just with Him now, in January 2001. That's the date I think of.

Just yesterday He was getting ready to leave for GenCon when I asked Him how it went trying to get His Xarelto prescription refilled- when He was injured back in February, He was found to have a partially torn Achilles tendon and a blood clot. Well each time getting His prescription filled, having workman's comp cover it, has been a headache. This time it's a lot worse. So He drove several hours away from a convention that'll have Him gone until some time Sunday. His plan is just to take aspirin every day. This terrifies me, this upsets me. I don't want my Master to die. I love Him more than I've loved anyway besides my son and of course that's a different sort of love. I wish my love for Him would convince Him not to be depressed, to take His health seriously, but that only works out really good in romance novels. So like any woman who loves another person romantically, I'm trying to have hope that things will be okay, that He'll be okay, that we'll be okay.

No, I couldn't just pick up and leave Him because things are tough right now. We might not live a high protocol BDSM, but I love my Master, want to please my Master just as much as any other BDSM slave, even if sometimes I think about how He's not meeting my needs at the moment.


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

#WipItUp ... Jade and Smoky Quartz, or women with candles

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 know we're going in a good direction.

So this is not just from a WIP but an actual rough draft. My Master was in the mood and afterwards while I was still semi-silly and in subspace, I finished the scene that I'd been struggling with all day. Background from "Skipping the Primrose Path: Book Three," Iona keeps one candle in her collection that is specifically for hot wax play with a specific submissive. During a shopping trip that happens in "Skipping..." Vala selects her special candle. I realized in re-write that I never showed Iona using that special candle on Vala so I endeavored to create this scene...

Okay so after a bunch of debate, I decided to tease :D Just a bit of scene- but I swear! Book 2 is being formatted :D

Vala closed her eyes for a moment. She looked up at Iona, her eyes growing wide as Iona flicked the lighter, and touched the flame to the candle's unburnt wick. She let her eyelids drop closed for a moment, the dazzle of the gemstones reflecting the candlelight dancing where only she could see it.

"Open your eyes, baby girl," came Iona's delicate order.

Vala's eyelids fluttered up, Iona's face dawning into view between clinging eyelashes. More candlelight had replaced the overhead light. She whimpered to see the metallic pinpricks on the glove covering Iona's hand.

"We need to remove some of this wax before I add more." Iona smiled as she wrapped her hand around one of Vala's breasts. The pricks cut into the dried wax, which she brushed away with her naked hand.

"My Lady," Vala gasped. She shuddered against the bed, pushing down as if to escape into Iona's comforter.

"Should I go back to this or are you already too turned on?" Iona brushed the back of her hand from the top of Vala's labia down to the moist perineum.

"Please, please, my Lady," Vala begged, feeling the surge of arousal, both metaphorical and literal, working at her hungry cunt.

"I wonder if this glove would be too cruel between your legs." Iona worked over the candle wax from Vala's lower chest to upper belly, the wax breaking in time with her groans.

"If it... if it"

"Yes, I think it would please me greatly, after I've marked your wet lips with wax."

Vala felt her hips lifting as if the threatening orgasm would rip out of her body, permission or no. She froze when Iona's leather fingertips brushed her inner thighs.

"Greta?" Iona laughed, the sound eerily dominant.

"Yes, my Lady." Greta's movements at the unspoken command caught Vala's attention at her periphery.

"I do so love this candle that you chose, my lovely little girl." The tiny spokes of metal caressed Vala as Iona talked. "To find such an interesting little kiosk that had handmade candles. The mixture of the jade and the smoky quartz. And this deep green wax. It'll hurt nicely, won't it?"

"Yes, my Lady." Vala groaned listlessly at Greta's hands on her left ankle.

"It is my choice that your legs be bound far apart for me today."

Can you wait until book 4 comes out to read the rest of this scene? :D


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... "You sure he is straight?"

8 to 10 sentences (or 100 words for bloggers/reviewers) of taboo erotica. Take a risk with me? :D

So I'm sharing some more from my WIP "The Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four" of my Vala's Story serial. Elsewhere in this scene, The Queen does touch on the BDSM practice of "forced feminization [of males]," but that's not quite what's going on here... I think :D


The Queen leaned against the whipping post, one hand pressing against the top of Joe's head. He groaned. His legs shook.

Vala laid her head against The Queen's chest and looked down. "His mouth looks lovely on your cock, doesn't it, my Queen?"

"Um.... yeah." The Queen wrapped an arm around Vala's shoulders. "You sure he is straight?"


Vala laughed. "As far as I know, my Queen, but no telling what he's done for a score."