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. :)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

#WIPiTUp Master, Mommy, Joey... part 3- who gets to cum?!? :D

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.

Wait for my after snippet joking :D. For those just joining the hop, you'll want to read parts 1 and 2 first. I continue with "Mommy" (BDSM/ageplay menage MFF) and the first sex scene with Master, Mommy, and Joey.

Master pulled back, making room for Mommy and I to move.

I moved to the middle of the bed and laid on my back. Mommy moved onto her hands and knees, her beautiful body directly in my view. Looking at her lips, into her cunt, I couldn't manage "teen" for anything. I lifted my head, my mouth open.

Mommy lowered her hips to meet my mouth, moaning softly.

"Now that looks good." Master moved into place, a set of limbs just barely making it into my view. His fingers moved over Mommy, brushing against my fingers, my chin.

I kissed Master's fingers before they were replaced with His cock sliding into her. The view was fascinating, Him filling Mommy, their bodies joined before my eyes. I caught her clit in my lips, sucked it into my mouth.

Mommy's groans deepened. Her body swayed above me.

I held onto Mommy's waist, my hands so close to Master's where they gripped her hips, steadied her for His thrusts. I basked in the wetness covering my face, Mommy's wetness, the sweat of their bodies. I groaned into her flesh. I pressed my leg against Master.

Mommy cried out; I sucked harder. She pushed down on my mouth, still wailing. How absolutely wonderful Mommy sounded in her pleasure, the orgasm Master was giving her.

Master grunted above us; I tightened my body, my own orgasm hanging only on one of them to give me permission. "Joey doing a good job?"

"Very good," Mommy gasped. She moaned. "Harder, please. Gonna come again."

I felt Master's fingers push into mine as we both held on tight to Mommy, me struggling to keep indulging in her taste, Master wanting to give her what she begged for.

Mommy whimpered. "Gonna... gonna... harder!"

Master grunted. He pressed His leg back against mine.

"Like that!" Mommy shrieked. Her hips jerked, pulling her clit away from me. She fell to the bed beside me.

Master still gripped one of Mommy's hips. The bed rocked with His thrusts. He groaned and then stilled, His eyes closed, her head tucked beneath His chin.

Mommy smiled at me. "I think our good little girl needs some care now."

Master arched an eyebrow at me. "Maybe." He eased back away from Mommy. He tumbled out of bed, obviously to take care of the used condom. "I think I have an idea for this, if you don't mind."

Mommy shrugged. "You do seem to be the idea man tonight."

Master laughed. "What if I lay down and then have Joey lay back against me. I'll bind her with my body and then you can enjoy her."

"Enjoy her? Definitely promising." Mommy pulled me close to her, making room for Master on the bed.

Evil, evil laughter.... yes, I am a terrible, horrible tease and I figured out a place to make the cut that is most very torturous and now you all have to wait until next week to see Joey get hers :D.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... Sex before marriage? From "Possession," from "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing"

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

I debated if I should share more from "Mommy" this week or from another book. Well I picked to snippet from "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing." Next my problem was from what in JCCS :D I read "The Queen and Mandisa Play"- oh that was such a fun taboo-breaking story, playing with issues of race relationships, Mandisa's limits. But I decided to snippet from "Possession"- I swear I was channeling Emily Tilton before I ever knew her... I wrote the story in college. Remember that JCCS is a free ebook a small collection, Blurb,  cover art, and Smashwords link below.

"Remove your underwear and then we will sit back down on the mat."

The blush spreads to the rest of her body; her mortification is complete as her pubic hair is revealed to his view.

They sit back down on the mat in their previous position.

"Why have you never had any sexual encounters?"

Her face speaks volumes. Victorian attitudes scream from her posture, although it is now the twenty-first century.

"Mother says that only evil women have sexual encounters outside the sanctity of marriage."

"Do you believe her?"

"I am not so sure anymore.

"Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" blurb:
Do you like your erotica in as many flavors as I do? 14 separate pieces of erotica, both from "Vala's Story" and not, coming from a variety of points of views, pairings of gender. Some full of love and some just rutting sex. Some are related to my "Vala's Story" series while others are just a collection of characters from my mind.

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.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Nudism experiment... Naan and April at the LGBTQ dating mixer

 When Meredith O'Reilly asked me about terms like nudist colony and I gave her my limited understanding, I was intrigued to see her set a story at a nudist convention in a hotel that had connected nudism and domestic discipline. I'd been thinking for awhile of erotica/erotic romance focusing on nudist characters. I know that nudist and nudism flow through my Vala's Story serial and in the way that I live my nudism- without titles, unless I have to explain to others online. So here I want to imagine an LGBTQ dating mixer at a nudism gathering.

Naan looked at the sign beside the ballroom door; it read "LGBTQ mixer." Ze walked in, hir gaze jumping over the milling people, many obviously already acquainted.

Maya looked up from a paper she was reading and waved at Naan to join her.

"Okay, so you talked me into this mixer. I'm not even sure I'm ready to start dating." Naan frowned.

"This is just some fun. We're doing a speed dating thing so that all twenty of you will get to meet each other."

Naan rolled hir eyes. "You're not doing it?"

Maya released a huge grin. "I didn't get to tell you before we both left for the conference... I'm dating someone now."

Naan threw back hir head in open laughter. "You have to dish after this."

"Of course." Maya patted Naan's back. "Now go join the others. We start in just a moment."

"Yes, Mom." Naan hurried away to the group. Ze considered the anticipation on her fellow daters' faces. Just a little interaction. I'll be fine.

Maya moved to the front of the room. With a lifted voice, she began, "I will assign first tables in just a moment. I want to welcome you all to the queer community dating mixer. While this whole convention has been planned and is being executed to be as inclusive as the nudism community is, there are times when we just need to be among people more like us in terms of sexuality. My hope is to see everyone partnered at least for dinner by the end of our time. Remember that poly groupings are welcome, but we ask that all attempts are made for an even number of people to be included."

Naan brushed hir fingers over the name tag cord.

"While I ask that everyone waits until I announce the chat time to begin talking, you may move to your table when I call your name. At the first table, Naan Tehrani and April Showers." Maya paused and held up her hand. "Now no laughing please. April told me the story on the first day of this conference of 'hippy parents who thought naming her April with their last name was a riot'. I find her stamina amazing; I believe I'd have changed my name if my parents had done that to me."

Naan watched a lovely blond haired woman, ze supposed, approach the table marked 1. Ze took a deep breath before joining her.

Their hands placed on the table top, they found themselves gazing into each others' eyes, the sound of Maya's voice blurry in the background.

April turned her hands palm up and smiled when Naan reached out to grasp them. She blinked her pretty green eyes and squeezed the holding hands.

What seemed like forever later to Naan, Maya announced, "Four minutes to get acquainted. I'll notify you of time to move to the next table by sounding a Buddhist singing bowl. The first person I named in this grouping will move to the next table in numerical order, so like, Naan, you'll go to table 2. The second person named, like you, April, will go in opposite numerical order, to table 10. Everyone understand?"

"Yes, Maya," the group called out, laughter and giggles among their words.

"Get to it!" Maya giggled as she walked to sit at an extra, unnumbered table.

Naan breathed in to keep the words from tumbling from hir mouth. "Isn't it good that we have these name tags with our preferred pronouns on it?"

April let loose with a tinkling giggle. She nodded even as she murmured, "I was raised by nudists so I'm already used to not looking lower than the neck for gender clues. At least, not obnoxiously like textile wearers do sometimes."

"I love that phrase! Textile wearers." Naan released one of April's hands only to turn the hand over, to stroke her long fingers. "I'm sorry. That was rather forward of me."

"No apology necessary. I liked it." April glanced at Naan's name tag. "I don't think I've ever heard Naan as a person's name. Do you care to tell the story of how you come to wear it?"

Naan sighed. "Normally not a story I tell on a first date, when I'm brave enough to date at all." Ze laughed deprecatingly. "At least here I'm in an inclusive space, right?"

"Right." April squeezed Naan's hand that she still held.

"I'm sure you guess from looking at my face that I'm Middle Eastern in ancestry?"

April nodded.

"Well I was born in Iran and when Western-educated doctor found me to be intersexed at birth, my traditional parents didn't know what to do. I looked enough like a girl that that's how they decided to raise me and so I was named Naan, because I meant just as much to them as a piece of bread."

"I am so sorry. My parents were just stoned hippies, no cruelty meant, with my name."

"It's okay. It really is now. I'm here now in the States where I have a better chance to live comfortably within my own body."

"I imagine." April's smile returned. "It must be nice to be able to write intersex on your name tag and not have to explain in detail more than that, unless you care to, at this conference."

Naan responded with hir own smile. "Definitely. As I'm glad- and interested- to see queer marked on yours."

"I stepped away from gender based decisions regarding sexuality a long time ago. Queer makes the most sense to me as an identity as there is so much more to attraction than gender, for me." April took a sip from her red plastic reusable cup. "What drew you to nudism, naturism?"

Naan glanced at the ceiling for a moment. "I think, maybe, it's about freedom, of comfort in my own skin. Beyond that, an escape from the yards of fabric I was expected to wear as an Iranian woman."

April nodded. "I think I'd have that response too. For me, growing up on a commune, I've never really understood being any other way. Only time we put on anything was while working on the farm and then we'd grab whatever clothes, without mind to what gender it was meant for."

The sound of the Buddhist singing bowl echoed through the room.

"I look forward to speaking with you more over the days of the conference." Naan again took both of April's hands.

"As do I." April lifted Naan's hands to her lips for a quick, soft kiss before moving toward table 10.

Naan touched hir freshly kissed hands to her cheeks before moving to table 2.

And with that, I ponder what will happen at the end of the mixer...
Until next Monday :)

Friday, September 26, 2014

#SatSpanks ... Why does Josephine's Master have a hairbrush in the bedroom?

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.

So I know some of you I know saw my post on Facebook about my 14 year old dog laying down to sleep and passing in her sleep Thursday night; anything I had planned for this weekend, well, Saturday Spankings just felt familiar (even though I've even away some months). I hope to get it together and/or be led out of myself by everyone else's snippets.

Now for the scene set up... I'm back to work on "Mommy"- the BDSM/ageplay MFF menage that I started for Nanowrimo last year. The spanking part is really more from the LDR with the two women, Mommy and Joey. After some online flirtation (if you're interested, you can read the portion I shared for WIP It Up Wednesday here), Joey's Master gives her a hairbrush spanking suggested by Mommy. And here are your lines... :D

Master's lips brushed against my earlobe. "Do you think you've earned yourself a warm up before I paddle your ass with my brush?"

I lifted my gaze to Master's face. "A warm up... I hope... please, Master. I behaved after I earned the spanking, Master."

"I'm thinking that this needs to be a serious punishment, to go with Mara's thoughts though."

I whimpered as I turned to enter Master's waiting embrace. "As pleases You, Master," I murmured into His chest.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Great Love Affair- The Queen and Tommy

Yes, I know, it's Vala's Story, but I couldn't help but mention The Queen and Tommy's loving relationship as it becomes so much clearer in "Gates of the Garden: Book Two." You see, the men met at 13 year olds- if you stick with me, eventually you'll get to read "The Book of Meeting" (working title of a work-in-progress) where you'll get to read The Queen's meeting story with Tommy, as well as those of his other slaves. As mentioned in the blurb for "Gates..." Tommy had messed things up pretty bad, although not as bad and not in a way like Abrecan, so Tommy wasn't permanently demoted nor was he told to leave.

excerpt from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"

Tommy stared at The Queen's bed.

The Queen sat up and watched Tommy's gaze move from the bed to his face. He crawled to the edge and looked down at Tommy. "Good morning, pretty boy. Did you sleep well?"

Tommy groaned. "Yes, my Queen."

"Is your cock hard for me, my baby boy?" The Queen hopped out of his bed and walked to Tommy.

Tommy took a deep, shaking breath as The Queen sank to his knees. "My obedient cock is... very... hard... for you, my Queen. I... beg you... to touch... me, my Queen."

The Queen traced the welts on Tommy's chest.

Tommy cried softly, his gaze moving over The Queen's intent face. "I love you, my Queen," he whimpered.

"I love you too, my adorable, helpless baby boy." The Queen brushed his lips across Tommy's face. "Do you think last night should count as the beginning of your week of sleeping on a board in my room, baby boy?"

"If... if it... pleases you... my Queen." Tommy whimpered and pressed his lips against The Queen's fingers.

"I do not believe it pleases me to count last night." The Queen laughed softly.

Tommy groaned and continued pressing anxious kisses to whatever part of The Queen he could reach.

Thinking about The Queen and Tommy often enough sends me venting "I'm not writing a heterosexual romance!" Yeah, it's Vala's Story, but as my "fan" group on MyAwesomeFans.com says, it's The Queen's domain. He is the dominant who gives the final order to what could be the chaos of such a large BDSM/leather family. Just be patient now and enjoy all 9 planned books of the Vala's Story serial; if you enjoy male/male romance, I know you be fascinated when The Queen and Tommy meet and when they reconnect as young adults.

But The Queen dearly loves his Tommy, his baby boy, his sweet submissive, even when the boy has been disobedient. You'll have to read "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" to find out the reasons behind Tommy's disobedience.


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' back stories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

#WIPiTuP ... Master, Mommy, and Joey... AP and Master/slave in the bedroom PART 2

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.

So I decided not to be a huge tease and I'm continuing on with Master, Mommy, and Joey having sex the first time. As last week, it hasn't been touched yet in my rewrite for the fact that Master and Joey rescued a wolfhound/mutt that outweighs her. Also Mommy and Joey laying beside each other. Be on the watch for one of my singular favorites of Joey's thoughts in this section. Now in the comments section, I could stand one vote- there's a final part of this scene already in a draft post; however it's 1227 words. I'm debating 4 posts or just the 2 average posts followed by a rather long one.


Mommy adjusted against me.

"Let's take that off." Master leaned forward, His fingers moving to the front clasp of Mommy's bra. A snap and the cups fell away, leaving her breasts to relax beautifully on her chest, the nipples standing up proudly. He dropped kisses on each dark, rounded peak.

Mommy pressed against my side, her eyes closing for a moment. Her noises increased as He started to suck, His hands pushing into the bed as He supported Himself above her. She arched her back, the paleness of her skin startling against the comforter.

"Now that's precious." Master pressed His fingers against my thighs for a moment as Mommy adjusted to lay between my legs.

Mommy leaned into me, her hands on the bed just beside my thighs. "Sweet."

Master caught a nipple again, His lips wrapping around it. He sucked, hard, making Mommy whimper. "Did you pick matching lingerie for you and Joey on purpose?"

Mommy relaxed into my fingers guiding the bra straps down her arms. "Not actively on purpose."

"Actively." Master laid His large hands so they rested on both Mommy's and my thighs at the same time. He knelt between our legs. "I like it." He traced Mommy's lips with His tongue, drawing sighs from her. He pried her lips apart, mouths rushing together in the sweetest frenching I'd ever seen. He seemed intent on conquering in a way that thrilled me.

"I said slowly, but I think I changed my mind." The tilt of Mommy's head said she looked into Master's eyes.

"Yeah?" Master's hand snaked into Mommy's hair. He kissed her again. "Well the thought of you two here teased me at work. Why should I go faster?"

"Because you want to fuck me." Mommy's grin filled her voice.

Master kissed along Mommy's neck, His tongue playing with her earlobe. He met my gaze for a moment and the lust in His eyes gifted me with such an explosive moment of compersion. "Condom," He murmured.

I reached up on the head board where the condoms were kept. I bit my lip as the foil packet moved from my fingers to Master's.

Mommy leaned her head one way to look into my eyes. "Hey, pretty girl."

"Hey, Mommy." I chewed on my bottom lip.

Mommy kissed my cheek.

The sound of the condom wrapper ripping filled the room.

I looked away from Mommy to watch Master.

His fingers plucked at the condom, pulling it out. His cock was hard; I didn't notice when that happened. He held the latex against the head and pushed it down his shaft.

"Will you watch?" Mommy murmured, her lips against my cheek again.

"Yes, Mommy." How strange the feelings of slave and little girl dancing inside my body as if engaged in a ballroom dance.

"First we need to get these out of the way." Master pressed His fingers under the lace of Mommy's panties, the cut emphasizing her beautiful thighs. He tugged softly and the silken lingerie started down her body. He knew He was teasing me, slowly reveling the skin that He knew I hadn't seen earlier because I'd fallen asleep like a good girl when Mommy suggested I might need a nap.

Mommy lifted her hips just a bit, her legs moving against mine; I marveled at the strength of her abs as she held herself up until Master pulled her panties down her thighs. She breathed softly as she sank back down to the bed, her naked butt pressed against me.

I fought down my whimpers, still wanting this to be about Master and Mommy. Her skin felt so good against mine though; I wasn't prepared for the emotions and sensations of this.

Master knelt again, His knees bringing Him closer. "Lick," He commanded, His hand before my mouth.

I concentrated on my mouth, bringing forth the saliva that would ease Master's cock into Mommy's vagina; oh the confusion of word levels in my mind- how do spanking authors do it? I pushed my tongue between His fingers, fascinated by the shine on His hand.

"Good girl," Master whispered before moving my wetness between Mommy's legs.

How I wanted to see it, see my spit moving into Mommy, into her vagina. I brought the glimpses of her labia that I'd seen while Master was kneeling back as He pulled the condom onto His gorgeous cock.

Master focused, His hand between His legs. He moved forward and Mommy released a gasp.

I moaned at the combined weight on me, the pleasure radiating from my loves. I whimpered at my lower body still in the panties, held by the cotton. The fabric was soaked by now, the green darkened.

Mommy moaned, drawing my attention back out of myself. She held onto my legs.

Master kissed Mommy then He kissed me.

"Like that. That's perfect." Mommy lifted her head to kiss Master, pulling Him down into kisses.

The force of Master's thrusts into Mommy jarred me, acting like a dildo pushing into my body. I moaned; Master smiled at me.

"That's my girl." Master returned to kissing Mommy, His eyes closed as He enjoyed her.

How good it looked, His enjoyment. Too long since He'd made love, had sex with another woman. Way too long. And Mommy was enjoying it so much, her body shaking against me. I felt her building orgasm as if it were my own. I wanted Mommy to come so bad, to feel the release as Master's cock thrust deep into her body.

Mommy wrapped her arms around Master's shoulders. "I think we'll need more condoms," she joked.

"I hope so." Master buried His hands under my butt, holding both of us close to Him. "I'd like to have you doggie style so Joey can be sucking on your clit, maybe while you're coming?"

Mommy nodded her head. "Sounds lovely, and yes, I think in that position, I'll be coming very soon."

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... Where did we socialize? erotic poem from "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing"

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

I was thinking what to share and rather than another week from my WIP "Mommy" (BDSM/ageplay menage MFF), I decided to share a few lines from my erotic poem "Prettiness and Darkness Surround" that always amuse me. The poem itself is available in my free ebook "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing."

"Prettiness and Darkness Surround"

Considering where we socialize,
I wonder if this beautiful bum has even known
the touch and the thrust of a beautiful boy's cock,
his cock fitting in you tightly,
his balls slapping against your beautiful balls
I feel the strongest desire to kiss you here,
for once not thinking that
a strange and abhorrent fantasy

Okay, so I couldn't resist the color choice :D. But this poem was written about a dom I was playing around with before I left for college. The archetype for the coffeehouse Night in my Vala's Story serial was the coffeehouse of my teen years, that I reference in these poetic lines. People of all sexualities managed to make it through Gotham's doors and I didn't know this dom as well as I'd have liked.

"Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" blurb:
Do you like your erotica in as many flavors as I do? 14 separate pieces of erotica, both from "Vala's Story" and not, coming from a variety of points of views, pairings of gender. Some full of love and some just rutting sex. Some are related to my "Vala's Story" series while others are just a collection of characters from my mind.

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.