#WIPiTuP Tabitha and Bina's 1st married Christmas- 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.

Don't you all just love this meme that Melody Parks made for New Year's Eve? I had to grab it even if I didn't manage to pick something fun last week, which btw if you haven't already read it, you'll wanna go back and enjoy it first because it's the first part of this scene. Here we have part two of the scene, where things heat up quickly as the women move to the bed in their suite.

The next thing Tabitha knew, Bina was gently shaking her. "I think we should get out and enjoy the snack now, love. Once you relaxed in my arms, you fell asleep."

Tab felt heat rise into her cheeks. "It felt so good to relax against you."

Bina pressed a soft kiss to Tabitha's cheek. "And I loved holding you. You make the cutest expressions in your sleep." She helped Tab to her feet before also standing. She climbed out of the tub first.

Tabitha bit her lip to watch the water glistening on Bina's naked body. She cautiously followed to the bench to climb out. She moaned as Bina wrapped a thick, red towel around her and started drying. Her heart seemed to expand with how loved and cared for she felt. She swayed on unsteady legs as Bina moved to dry herself. I will behave myself.

Bina tossed the used towels into a small wicker hamper discretely set under the vanity. She blew out the candles. She took Tabitha's hand in hers. "There is still a bit of tension in you and I think I know how to fix that."

"The wine?" Tabitha held in her giggles at what she knew to be not what Bina was hinting at.

Bina continued until they stood in front of the equally heart-shaped bed.

It looked so cute in the brochure. Tab let go of Bina's hand to watch the woman sit on the slightly rounded point. It's going to be a spanking with us both naked?

"Lay yourself across my lap," Bina ordered.

The soft, coolness of Bina's thighs felt so good against Tabitha's skin as she put herself into place. Her breath hitched in her lungs at the feel on one warm hand cupping her asscheek.

"Keep breathing, love. This isn't a punishment spanking." Bina traced the lines of Tab's ass. She dipped one finger between the cheeks.

Tabitha groaned. "Bina?"

"I have a little surprise for you."

The next moment, a cool liquid dripped onto Tab's asshole.

Bina pushed one finger into Tab, pushing the liquid in to her now twitching hole.

Tabitha's hips and thighs shimmied against Bina and the bed.

"Doesn't that feel lovely?" Bina cooed.

"Please, love. I'm going insane with need."

"I know." Bina patted one cheek. "Who decides when the spanking is over?" She twisted her finger back and forth, startling Tab into noticing the continued penetration.

"You do, Bina, you decide when I've been spanked enough." Tabitha writhed at the ritual words.

"That's my girl." Bina eased her finger out of Tabitha.

Tabitha swallowed a whining moan. Whatever Bina had used kept up a soft tingling in her anus, preventing her from focusing on anything but her unspanked ass and her hungry sex.

Bina continued patting Tab's ass, every few spanks a bit harder than the rest.

Tabitha stretched out to better place her hands and feet on the floor. She tightened her legs enough to keep herself better in position. I am her only girl.

"It has been too long, hasn't it? This perfectly pale skin with no marks." Bina caressed the side of one cheek before delivering a harsh spanking.

Tabitha tightened her body, rather than fleeing from Bina's spanking hand. "Thank you," she whimpered.

"So very thankful and turned on too, I think." Bina's fingers pushed apart Tab's pussy lips; Tabitha imagined the proof of her arousal there for Bina to see. "A few more spanks and then I want to taste you."

Tabitha gazed at Bina's leg as she waited. She basked in the wonderfully sharp pain as she counted in her head. One. Two. Three.

Bina returned to gentle pats of Tab's heated backside. "My sweet girl." She helped Tabitha to sit on her lap before she scooted back up the bed with them. She nudged Tab off her lap, a fluffy white pillow catching her beautiful head.

Tabitha watched Bina with awed trepidation as her feet ended up on Bina's back, her thighs forced apart. She held her breath.

"It's better if you breath," Bina laughed before she used thumbs to part Tab's pussy lips and caught the bright pink clit in her mouth.

"Yes, love, yes!" Pleasure so intense played on her body through every nerve Bina made love to. Her cunt and ass clenched, reawakening the tingling liquid. Tabitha cried out, her lips trembled.

Bina brushed her pinky against Tab's asshole as she continued to worship her love's clit. The finger slid in shallowly.

Tabitha writhed within the powerful orgasm. Her head rocked against the pillow as Bina's thumb pressed into the opening of her pussy. Her body tightened again, as if to suck Bina into her. She kept coming as another finger slipped into her. Thank goodness the headboard is padded. She quivered out her pleasure as she looked into Bina's loving eyes. Love you forever.

Bina kissed Tabitha's clit before backing away and lowering Tab's legs to the bed. "Let's get under the covers, love."

Tabitha released a shaky sigh. "As you wish love. I'd like the chance to make you come at some point."

"And what makes you think I didn't come while I was spanking your beautiful ass?" Bina kissed Tabitha's lips as they drew close under the red satin comforter.

"There are many ways to orgasm, my love." Tabitha gave the tip of Bina's nose a little kiss. "One doesn't preclude another, right?"

"Of course. There are many ways to love a woman."

#Taboo2sday I love the word cunt!

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 look between my legs at my shaved pussy lips. Pussy. Yeah, that's normally a taboo word to me. I really don't like it. It feels like a weak word to me. I like cunt! Love cunt, in fact! For my love of the word cunt, I was excited to be able to buy the book "Cunt: a declaration of independence" by Inga Muscio. I'm only 28 pages into a 353 page book, but I'm pushing forward. It seems on the way to sex positive talk I'll have to wait out singing the praises of attuning ourselves to the moon to make cramps easier. So pushing past 100 words, don't think moon cycles will keep me from needing to get a D&C to see what's wrong with me.

Mommy teaches me a lesson

Mommy frowned at me. "Look at you, reading that naughty book, your mind still full of all the cuss words you used and heard with watching Sons of Anarchy and you want to work on my story with dear Joey?"

"I can separate the parts of my mind." I rolled my eyes at Mommy. "Aren't ya going to scold me for being naked too? You're being as overbearing as my mother."

Mommy grabbed my shoulders, her grip just tight enough to start to pinch. "Joelle, do not even go there! You intentionally wrote me to be better than Joey's mom, better than your mother. You simply cannot write a scene with Joey roleplaying elementary age with your mood and your word choice this morning."

I start to pull away from her, worried that I know where this is going.

"No you don't." Mommy wraps a hand around my arm. "We're going to the bathroom now."

"No, Mommy, no! I'm not into mouth soaping!"

Mommy clicked her tongue. "It's supposed to be a punishment little girl." She flips on the bathroom light.

I struggle harder when I see her reaching for the hand soap container; a separate part of my mind watching this thinks on how glad I am that my soap is just diluted castile soap.

"Stick out your tongue," she orders.

"But Mommy, I have a painful canker sore," I whine.

"Stop your whining and do what I told you." Mommy's hand moves from my arm into my hair, holding my head as still as she can. "And if you can't stop swearing in your head at the TV marathon your Master has on, this'll only get worse!"

Avoiding looking in the mirror, I stick my tongue out, my mouth shaped so my canker sore is covered, my lips not pulling on the sore.

The soap splashes across my tongue as Mommy pushes down on the soap dispenser.

I cup my tongue without thinking and find the soap collecting and staying. I spit into the sink, hoping it won't get me into more trouble.

"I guess since this is your first soaping." Mommy starts to spank me with her other hand, not sweet soft pats, but slaps meant to hurt.

I hold in my begging because I don't want to swallow any soap and get myself sick to the stomach to add to all the other things wrong this morning.

Another moment and everything is calm. "You can rinse with water now. After a moment you should use your mouth wash."

"Yes, Mommy." Trying to embrace the calm, I obey Mommy even as I think on my owwie butt and finishing the scene with her and Joey after church service and after dealing with hospital stuff. This'll teach me for only managing a few sentences of the story while having time with friends and not writing.

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I'm still pushing through finishing "Mommy." I came up with this idea after pushing myself through the first episode of "Sons of Anarchy." I've been a big fan of Marilyn Manson since I was a teen and when I found out he was going to have a role on SoA, I was really excited. Sadly I didn't sit down to watch it before James Dornan asshatted about a BDSM dungeon so it was hard to get through the whole almost 2 hour episode for just 10 minutes of Manson. But this time with Mommy just seemed to make sense, even if you can probably tell my growing anger as I was pushing to write this while thinking on church since I missed last night (I go to an online church that has two services a week), my teen bugging me, and frustration thinking on all the crap I gotta deal with for my D&C coming up on 1/6. Of course I have the book "Cunt: a declaration of independence" by Inga Muscio, which may become the thing I blog on for Taboo Tuesday tomorrow.

The Talk When the Fourth Class are Eating- "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"

I decided to share a bit from a formal meal where Vala unexpectedly (on her part) got to sit at folding tables with other forth class slaves and talk quietly because The Queen and Iona's son is at the meal.

Greta leaned toward Vala. "Has he told you where you're sleeping yet?"

Vala popped her last French fry into her mouth and then shook her head.

"Well," Greta smirked, "if he allows our Lady Iona to have you again, I'll beg to put aloe on that beautifully red ass of yours."

Vala lowered her head, heat rising into her cheeks.

"Isn't it cute how she blushes?" Jinny teased.

"Very cute." Greta patted Vala's hand.

"What do you think is taking him so long in the kitchen?" Orlee murmured, an anxious glance on the doorway through which The Queen had passed.

Ely chewed his bottom lip. "I think our Lord Simon is uneasy about the trip tomorrow."

Vala pursed her lips sarcastically. "But it's just a pizza place. It's not like any of us would intentionally misbehave." She gasped when she met Ailin's gaze.

Ailin squeezed Adan's hand. "It was just a little thing and Adan and I should have known better."

Adan joined Ailin in blushing.

Is that what I look like when I blush? Vala looked behind her when the other fourth class went silent.

And now for the coupon :) It's good until 1/1/2015 (like the coupon I shared for the "Out of the Night: Book One" here), brings the price of "Gates" down to $2.24, and its code is YL84J.

Gates of the Garden: Book Two (Vala's Story). JP Adkins at www.jpadkinsdesigns.com did the formatting for this book- he has made being a self-publisher much better for tech-challenged me.

Blurb:

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.

Gates of the Garden: Book Two (Vala's Story) print edition
Still to come

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#WIPiTuP Tabitha and Bina's 1st married Christmas- part 1

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.

I decided with it being Christmas Eve that I wanted to enjoy some time with Tabitha and Bina on their first married Christmas. Thankfully I had a good writing time (while my Master was at work so I couldn't hear His whines and was off facebook so I couldn't read them- when did I end up with a little boy? I don't remember making this deal?) But sighs, back to Bina and Tab. I got most of a scene- 1960 words after I deleted a few notes lol; I'm sharing the bigger portion today and next week, you'll get to enjoy the spanking :D. I joked with one friend- "You can tell I'm a novelist. Over 300 words and they're not both naked." lol Tabitha has treated them to a stay in a spa resort; they're still living apart because Bina is finishing a degree at Wayne State University in Michigan and Tabitha is working in a GLBT center in Des Moines.

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Tabitha stepped back from the hot tub. The squat red votive candles burned in dishes just far enough away that if things turned amorous in the water, there would be no worry of knocked over candles. She'd enjoyed the sandalwood incense as she prepared things and had refreshed the one incense holder on the vanity. The lotus blossoms floating across the water's surface, gathered in a bouquet made her smile.

"How very beautiful!" Bina gasped from the doorway.

Tabitha snatched a large a large blossom from the bouquet and held its brilliant pink body before her. "For my beautiful wife. Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas, my sweet." Bina learned forward to kiss Tabitha, accepting the flower from her at the same time. "How silly of us. Happy Christmas and neither of us Christian." She placed her hand on the bow of Tab's red silk robe. "That tub looks like you have it all ready. Might I undress you?"

Tabitha shuddered. "Yes," she murmured. She gazed into Bina's eyes even as they reflected her beloved's hands moving over the belt. Her lips parted the silk slid off her body to the floor.

"Let's get you into the water." Bina's voice had taken on the further depth of huskiness that still made butterflies of nervous arousal dance in Tabitha's stomach.

"What of you, love?" Tabitha took the first chance to study the whole of Bina, her tall, lithe body still covered in the golden suit that had so startled and pleased Tab when they met at the airport.

With gentle fingertips, Bina pushed Tabitha's deep auburn bangs back from her face. "I'm still adjusting to this new color, although I love it." One hand journeyed down the pale expanse of Tabitha's chest, the thumb brushing over a hardened nipple. "I'll undress once you're in the lovely heat of the tub. Wouldn't you like to watch?"

Tabitha started up the marble-colored steps leading to the tub. She reached one hand behind her to clasp Bina's hand. She paused at the top step to look over her shoulder. She nearly melted from the love shining in Bina's smoky brown eyes. She ran her tongue over her dry lips. She returned her gaze to the steps and took a careful step onto the bench below the water.

Bina moaned, drawing Tabitha's attention back to her. "I'm so lucky you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me."

Tabitha eased herself onto the heart-shaped area of the bench and relaxed her head on the pillow. "I'm lucky you said yes." She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. "Don't you want to get out of the clothes and join me?"

Bina dropped her hands but not her gaze to release the one button on the suit jacket from its hole. She eased the jacket from her deceptively small shoulders.

Floating to the edge of the tub for a closer look, Tabitha enjoyed the way the tailored pants hugged Bina's delectable ass. You'd think I'm the spanker, not the spankee. She giggled.

Bina glanced at Tab. "And what are you laughing at?" She arched her eyebrow just so.

Tabitha gasped. "Just the way those pants fit you, I love to look, but I'm the one who is spanked."

Bina laughed. "You can look and touch, just not spank." She eased the zipper down until she was able to pull the pants off her long legs. This fabric joined the pile on the ornate red chair. She stepped closer again to the tub. The silver of her necklace and the charm that read "her one" glittered against her dark red skin; Tab had already placed her "her only" and wedding ring on the nightstand.

"Please don't tease me," Tabitha whimpered as Bina slowly moved down the six pearlescent buttons gleaming on the starched white dress shirt.

"Are you my greedy girl?" Bina teased in return, the buttons undone though she held the shirt closed.

"Always, love." Tab rested her check on the plastic tub ledge.

"So you're greedy to know for sure if I'm wearing a bra to match this cream-colored thong that I've caught you drooling over." Bina smirked.

"I wasn't drooling," Tab playfully whined. I can just see the supple contours of her navel.

Her hands on the collar, Bina pulled the shirt down and on, revealing the wisp of a bra, its half cups barely containing her breasts. "You look as one starved."

"To enjoy your beauty, love." Tabitha moved as if climbing out of the tub.

"No," Bina warned. She brushed her fingertips over the bra's front clasp and the filmy fabric fell away from her. She grasped her thong's waistband in thumb and forefinger. "Do I need to stop teasing you so?"

"Please," Tab whispered. She reached out one hand to touch Bina where she could.

Smiling at the small white fingers on her arm, Bina leaned over to remove her thong. She stood back up.

Tabitha groaned at Bina's freshly waxed pubic area, to match her own. She scooted back into the couple's heart bench. She blinked moist eyes as Bina joined her.

"Come here." Bina gathered Tabitha into her arms. She pressed her face into Tab's fragrant hair. "I'm so glad to have this time just for us. To leave electronics mostly at home."

Tab laughed. "Couldn't do it without smart phones, but at least they're both off charging now."

"This really is so beautiful, love, all the touches you made while I was getting our cold foods basket from the main desk." Bina kissed Tabitha's forehead.

"I wanted to make you happy." Tabitha rocked her head back onto Bina's shoulder so she could look up.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you."

Tabitha's eyes slid close as she relaxed into Bina's embrace and the water's warmth. "Where'd you put the basket?"

"It's in the mini-fridge and I put the wine in the ice bucket."

Tab luxuriated in the softness of Bina's breasts against her back, the wiry hardness where it contrasted with her love's softness. She felt every bit of tension leave her body as she relaxed. The scent of coconut teased under all the lotus and sandalwood. She longed to bury her fingers in Bina's hair, the source she knew of that delightful coconut smell.

#Taboo2sday What does The Queen need to do for Mearr?

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

For this Taboo Tuesday, I wanted to reach back into my first "Vala's Story" book, "Out of the Night: Book One." I approach "taboo" in many ways, from "that which we don't talk about in polite company" to sexual activities outside of the mainstream. In this snippet from early in the first day The Queen brings Mearr home, before she takes the name Vala, his physician friend Dr. Karl has come to exam the girl and this is their conversation outside of the loft where Mearr is sitting.

Dr. Karl speaks first...

"That girl is severely malnourished and I think she needs psychiatric help. She came right back, but she definitely wasn't 'there' for the last part of the exam."

The Queen grimaced. "I took her in today. As you heard, she has been abused all her life. For the past few years, she has been homeless, supporting herself and a large drug habit by prostituting herself. She needs to get sober and start eating again before we worry too much about any larger issue. I just need you to tell me those larger issues so I am prepared. And how can you say she needs psychiatric help? To me?

Wondering about The Queen's response to Karl's suggestion of psychiatric help for Mearr? You'll have to read "Out of the Night: Book One"  and hopefully want to enjoy the rest of the 9 book-planned serial to see his thoughts on medical mental health supports.

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.

Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story)- Smashwords- multiple formats- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/417778 . First 20% available as a free sample. Not only is there that free sample, but I have a coupon for you to use that's good through 1/1/2015 that brings the price down to $1.50 from its regular $2.99. The coupon code is EW84V. Enter the characters- it isn't case sensitive- when you are checking out on Smashwords.


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Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) Nook edition
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Now if you'd like a print edition, you can purchase it:
Out of the Night: Book One print edition
available at Lulu.com's Market Place
or
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While I plan to share a snippet of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" on Thursday (ie Christmas Day, especially to those who celebrate), I'm also sharing the coupon I made for it on Smashwords today- in case you just love "Night" that you don't want to wait for Thursday's snippet to move on :D. This coupon, also good until 1/1/2015, brings the price of "Gates" down to $2.24 and its code is YL84J. You can find "Gates" on Smashwords here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/469490

I watch The Queen and Tommy make love

I talk at length whenever I can about the idea that sexual activity is far too rich and diverse to think of just "penis goes into hole." I wanted to share a snippet of having sex differently.

I'm laying in bed, my eyes closed. I'm physically alone, unless you count Ostara, my stuffed puppy dog. "The Queen, would you please make love to one of your slaves so that I may be less alone?"

The Queen and Tommy are at the foot of my bed.

The Queen slipped his arms beneath Tommy's and pulled his boy close. Their lips meet and he moans. His hands slide into Tommy's hair before he deepens the kiss. "Love my boy."

"Love you, my Queen." Tommy hungrily resumes the kiss. He trembled against his Master.

Without word, without stopping the kiss, The Queen brought Tommy parallel.

Their bodies float as if one even as Tommy slips down. He drops kisses and licks along The Queen's writing body. The tip of his tongue tangles in the wonderfully copious black hairs strewn over The Queen. He sighs to feel his face bury in the rich and wiry pubic hair, smelling of his love and sex.

"So good," The Queen moans, his hands finding their way into Tommy's mop of black curls.

Tommy sucks hard on The Queen's gorgeous cock. His jaw eases off as the one source of The Queen's pleasure grows.

"Enough," The Queen groans. He grips Tommy's shoulders and guides him upward. Chest to chest, he lifts Tommy's upper leg and guides his cock into the loving hole waiting there.

Tommy sighs at The Queen's cock sliding into his asshole, loving the fullness and the claiming.

The men's hands, arms even, move up and down each others' bodies. The Queen's hair slides around them, covering and revealing in turn.

"Please, my Queen," Tommy whispers into The Queen's kissing mouth.

"Please, what, love? The Queen gazes into Tommy's eyes.

"Please fill me with your cum, my Queen," Tommy begs.

I shudder under all the covers on the bed.

The Queen's thrusts speed up.

Their moans fill the room at their pleasured joining.

Tommy clings to be closer to The Queen, to allow the loving cock to drive farther into him. His head falls back, his neck muscles standing out in his ecstasy.

The groans boom out of control just before The Queen claims Tommy's mouth again, tongue plundering mouth as his orgasm rockets out of him and into Tommy.

I sigh and settle into the bedding. The pleasure strums through me as if I've orgasmed too.

#SatSpanks A Playful Poem of Spankings Missed

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.

I have an owwie tummy- even posted about health in my Thursday post- and my Master joked about me snarking at Him even though I'm unwell. So before my owwie tummy, He was being whiny and self-absorbed and intimacy is again hurting. Of course this is when I'm trying to write my little Joey so I can finish "Mommy" and get it submitted. So you all get to enjoy a brattish poem :D.

Joelle is sad because it's been too long

since she's gotten a IRL spanking.

She was offered a cyber one from a creepy guy

(it made her vent on #Taboo2sday)

However maybe when she's talking to The Queen in bed

(come back on Monday to see how she comes with him)

if she begged really sweetly, he'd give her a virtual spanking

which wouldn't be cheating 'cause he's based on her Master

Do you enjoy Western romances? Then you'll love Angie Sargenti's "The Cowboy and the Mail Order Bride"!

Excerpt:

            John Henry approved of all the changes around the place.  My energy--now that I was well again--was up, and apparently it amused him to see me work so hard.  He waylaid me in the bedroom one evening after supper, after Mrs. Allen had gone home, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

            “You sure are full of piss and vinegar,” he told me.  “Keep it up.  You’ll need it.”

            “What do you mean?” I asked, straightening my spine.

            “What I mean, little lady, is that I’m going to start training you to be a proper rancher’s wife.  You’ll learn how to drive a wagon and ride a horse, how to keep the books...oh, all manner of things.”

            “I have ridden a horse,” I told him.  “Sidesaddle.”

            “That won’t do you no good around here.  I’m going to buy you a pair of britches and teach you how to ride western style.  Plus, I got a little old donkey cart you can drive around here, where you can’t hurt nothing.  Just ’til you get the hang of it, that is.”

            “But I thought I was going to be a fine lady.” 

            “You are.  After all that.  Which puts me in mind of something I’ve been wanting to do.”

            “Consummate our marriage?”

            “Yep.  That, too.  But first, do you remember what I wrote to you about discipline?”

            “Yes.”

            “Well, I had a thought, that maybe we ought to do a little preventative discipline.”

            I cast him a searching glance.

            “I don’t understand,” I told him.

            “Well, Missus, it’s like this.  I thought maybe we’d get the ball rolling by showing you what one of my bare-bottomed spankings will feel like.”

            I looked at him, shocked.

            “Bare-bottomed, and we haven’t even consummated our marriage yet?”

            John Henry flushed and gazed up at me, one brow raised.

            “Don’t worry.  We’ll get to all that afterwards, but first, we’re going to have us a nice, long spanking.”

            He grabbed for my hand, but I pulled away.

            “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”

            “You’re doing something wrong right now.  Now get that bustle off and mind me when I tell you to do something.  Get going, before you make me mad.”

            I reached way up under my skirts and unbuckled my bustle.  It fell like a house of cards, each hoop falling one after the other to the floor.  I felt my heart pounding and my mouth went dry. Sick with fear, I just couldn’t bring myself to obey the rest of his command. 

            He grabbed me again, but I balked.

            “Wait.  I need a handkerchief first.”

            “All right, but after that, I want you to come here and get over my lap like a good girl.”

            He waited patiently for me to fetch a hankie, and I pressed it to my lips before returning to his side.

            “Come on,” he said, patting his lap.  “Over you go.”

Blurb:

Eleanor's parents passed away unexpectedly, leaving her penniless. Fearing she had no other options, she accepts an offer of marriage from a wealthy rancher. She agrees to travel out west and become his bride, but part of that agreement means she must subject herself to his discipline.

John Henry Morgan expects his new bride to be an obedient wife, but soon finds the headstrong Eleanor taking his home--and his heart--by storm.

Can the impetuous Mrs. Morgan abide by her new husband’s rules and make him a comfortable wife, or will she lose him to his former lady friend, Miss Lou Anne Franklin?

Buy Links:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Mail-Order-Bride-ebook/dp/B00Q6Y0PPO/ref=asap_B002XPPFRI_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417992399&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-cowboy-and-the-mail-order-bride-angela-r-sargenti/1120827332?ean=2940149926510

Blushing Books:  http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3109

Bio:

 

Hello.  My name is Angela Sargenti, but you can call me Angie.  I write mostly erotica, but I’m also fond of horror, as evidenced by my zombie blog, After Old Joe.  I wrote my first erotic stories under my pen name, AR Shannon, but quickly changed to my real name.  I enjoy reading, cooking, and working on my dollhouse.  I also like to poke around antique fairs and such and collect strange things.  Some of my favorite finds are a pair of tusk candlesticks, a werewolf action figure, and an acupuncture doll.  I live in California with my husband and three crazy cats.

Her story “Help! My Wife is a Former Dominatrix!” appears in the upcoming anthology, The Big Book of Domination, and her five sexy e-books, Working Out the Kinks, Start Me Up: A Collection of Erotic Love Stories, So Spankable!, Brattitudes, Lord Sir Beast, and Werewolf Brothers Make Better Lovers are all available at Amazon.  The Cowboy and the Mail-Order Bride is my second novel with Blushing Books, my first being She’s No Angel.

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.angiesargenti.blogspot.com

Amazon page:  http://www.amazon.com/Angela-R.-Sargenti/e/B002XPPFRI

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angela-R-Sargenti-Author/

http://www.pinterest.com/angiesargenti/

http://twitter.com/angiesargenti

Health and writing, sorry, not sexy post, but a truthful one

While this could go on the #Taboo2sday hop, I don't want to wait for next Tuesday, nor to fill up the hop with non-sexy stuff. Sometimes it seems like just like we often avoid talk of periods, menstrual cycles in our erotic/romance books, we cisgender female authors are supposed to avoid acknowledging how those bodily issues can affect our writing. For me, with family and personal history, my cycle affects my writing as much if not more so than my bipolar disorder. Right now I'm in the midst of something too many women know- I'm waiting on the proper date to go in for a procedure that will hopefully tell my doctor why my period pain is so bad that my Master's most common order during my period is "Joelle, go lay down now." Today I'm "5 or so days off" from the beginning of my period and I'm already in pain, discomfort. I may or may not finish the last scene to write in "Mommy" (my ageplay/BDSM/spanking menage MFF); I'm still pushing to complete however.

Now I've talked about myself, I want to talk about a friend's short story and the book that it's in. "Milestones"- stories about domestic discipline relationships. Here's its buy link on Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2718 . While I loved all my friends' stories in this anthology, I want to direct your attention to Renee Rose's "Unmet Desire." The story's blurb: "Watching his wife unravel as she faces infertility is as heartbreaking for Luis as it is for Claire, but the more compassion he shows, the more she drifts away. Deciding to take a firm hand, he whisks her away to their mountain condo for a weekend boot camp to reaffirm their roles and reignite their passion for one another."  Of course talking about infertility, Renee needed to touch on issues like her heroine's menstrual cycle. I think we need less taboos in writing; Renee does a good job IMHO of showing how to balance the need for sensitive topics and good storytelling.

#WIPiTuP Mommy teaches Joey with a ruler

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.

You have to continue after the 599 words of ruler-induced pain for the tease I'm engaging in here. But Joey was a bad girl (Hi SatSpanks people who are visiting to read the spanking I teased at on Saturday) was at the dog park and Mommy must correct her unladylike behavior.

"Mommy"- A BDSM slave begs her Master for an ageplay Mommy.

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.

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.

"Look at my face, little girl," Mommy warned.

I lifted my head. I pushed in a whimper at her angry face.

Mommy sat in the middle of the bed. "Over my lap."

I rushed to obey her. I knelt on the bed next to Mommy's leg and laid myself over her soft lap. I grabbed the bedrail as before.

Mommy's fingers slid up my calves as she picked up the hem of my skirt. She piled the denim on my back. She traced the elastic edges of my panties. "What is this?" Just the tip of her finger dipped under the flimsy bit of covering. "Did getting into position for punishment get you aroused?"

I bit back a moan as Mommy's finger slid into me. "I'm being good now, Mommy."

"You didn't answer me," Mommy warned. "Yes or no, little girl."

I couldn't deny the moan, although it only came out as a whimper. "Yes, Mommy."

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!" Mommy pulled me by my long braid back across her lap and pushed her free hand down on my lower back. "You earned this paddling and you will take it as long as I say." The ruler landed on the backs of my thighs, giving me searing pain across both sit-spots. "You knew better than to climb on the dog slide!" She returned her attention to my butt, the slaps pulling deep sobs from me.

"Good girls don't climb on slides like that especially when they're wearing dresses!"

"I'm so sorry, Mommy. Sorry, Mommy!" I coughed as my mouth filled up in my misery. "Mommy, please," I begged.

"You will act like a little lady if I have to beat it into you." Mommy paddled for awhile in silence, as if too angry to lecture more.

My legs kicked even though Mommy's strong hand wouldn't let me go anywhere.

"Tell me what a good girl should do!"

"Not climb on doggie slides. Ow! Mommy, owwie, please stop!" I pushed my face into the pretty comforter because I didn't think Mommy would stop spanking until my butt broke.

"How old are you, Joey?"

I stopped crying in shock. "I don't understand what you're asking, Mommy."

Mommy pulled my head back by my hair. "Are you four that you don't know better how to act in a dress or are you a big eleven year old who knows how to be ladylike in a dress?"

I kept my sigh inside me. "Eleven, Mommy."

** Now if you want to read about how Joey feeling eleven fits into her corner time and the cuddles Mommy gives Joey after her punishment is done, you need to send positive energy towards me finishing "Mommy" and getting a publisher to accept it. Aren't you glad, Melody Parks and Meredith O'Reilly, that I'm going to ease the suffering of your wait? :D

#Taboo2sday Cyber Spankings and Erotic Author Identity

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'm approaching this as a blogger because that's where I find a portion of this irritation. I vented this past weekend on Facebook about people making assumptions about me because I write BDSM erotic fiction. A guy had read some promos for my blog post and assumed that meant he could PM me to ask if I wanted a spanking from him. It might seem hypocritical to some given my interest in LDR and cyber relationships, but I certainly don't want a random guy to spank me online- my Master is sitting about 1.5 yards away from me if I wanted a spanking.

Are you on Facebook? Would you like to have some fun with me?

Not like that, you perv :D But really I'm not interested in any cyber spankings, especially from random guys on FB. However ;D with all the talk about what FB is doing to authors pages in the new year, I created a FB group "Joelle's World of Sex." Now I primarily use my FB author page to promote posts on this blog, but I'm planning to make promoting these posts as only one small part of this group. So you'll get the chance to interact with me, see the funny and/or sexual things I share, have all sorts of fun :D If you're on Facebook, please check it out!

First here's the article to lead me to the decision on the group:
http://thewriteconversation.blogspot.com/2014/12/social-media-mondayhow-facebook-changes.html?spref=fb

and the group's URL:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/627190870725810/

#SatSpanks Joey waits for her 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.

I've been focusing the last few days on "Mommy"- remember "Mommy"? The BDSM/ageplay menage where Josephine the slave goes to her Master and says "Master, could I please have a Mommy?" Mommy has come to visit Andrew and Josephine. She takes Joey and her new dog Rex to the dog park and Joey doesn't remember to act like Josephine.

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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.

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."

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Okay, I couldn't help myself with the tease. Yes, I'm only leading up to the spanking here :D. I could only share 8 sentences after all :D. Come back on Wednesday for #WIPiTuP where I'll share so much more of the scene.

#WIPiTuP Tabitha meets Bina #FF #romance #eroticauthor

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.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to share this week; I looked over what I've shared so far from "Tabitha and Bina in Love"- I'm really wanting to put it to bed awhile so I can finish up "Mommy" and get it submitted to a publisher. I decided that this being a blog hop of erotic/romance authors that I wanted to share the very beginning of the story where I show Tabitha meeting Bina as many of us have meet each other... from that person new to the hop whose snippet we read, comment on, and then sometimes even go buy the book. I've put Bina's snippet in a blue to set it apart from the rest of the book; yes, I'm so glad that I plan to give this one to a publisher as well, who'll hopefully be able to help with formatting of a different nature.

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Tabitha clicked on Bina Syntha's link in the hop's list. Her lips pulled into a surprised smile as the page started to load. The textured background of black and dark blue sent her gaze momentarily to the leather pride flag on her computer tower. She clicked on the mature content warning and sat back to watch the page fully come to her.

I'm so glad to be doing this hop for the first time! My short story "Apprehension" appears in the anthology Be Your Experimenting Self, a collection of experimental erotica. While it is in 2nd person, present tense, I did picture two cisgender women as I wrote this. I'm sharing the first twelve sentences of my story.

You close your eyes and give your trust over to me. No safewords, no "safe, sane, and consensual." You strip your clothes and toss them out the window, as I order. Your nipples are tight, hard, and large.

I brush one thumb over your nipple.

You moan and shudder. Your anxious waiting is painted over your shivering body, not just your face with the lips parted, your eyes wide open.

I just study you. I want to see you much more tense, much more apprehensive.

You sway on your feet; I've had you standing there for long enough that you've lost track of time. You lift your gaze to my face, your eyes blinking as if you're waiting for me to yell at you for being presumptuous. How prettily you wear your "good submissive" assumptions.

blurb:

Be Your Experimenting Self, a collection of sixteen erotica short stories. Do you carve the different in writing? Do you want to see authors break "rules"? Well the authors do that here. Skye Warren writes tentacle erotica. Bina Syntha shares an intense BDSM not of the soft, safe erotic romance variety.

"Wow, that's hot," Tabitha cried out. She clicked a few links and she had bought the book. She returned to Bina's blog and scrolled until she got to the comment box. Welcome to the hop, Bina. What a great first contribution! I picked up a copy and I really can't wait to get to your story. I think I know what I'll be going to bed with tonight. She clicked the submit button and watched the screen.

Scarlet nails and daydreams and what is here?

So I've been a guest a few times recently and my naughty mind- yes, I said it, obviously I need a spanking because I've been warped lovingly by spanking authors- put together a fun bit of female/female sex.

And here you are, enjoy my new pink hair :D

So good not to be in a pew, but in a "church chair," not that I don't still prefer my armchair at home. Why did I think it a good idea to visit? I'm not here nor back!!!

Then I notice her. Her? Yes, definitely her. I see the swell of her breasts pressing out of her shirt. Gods, for a lovely her to look at. Was she the her I was bribed with? I don't know, but I swear I'm having naughty thoughts now. Fuck. How'd that naughty slip in there? I'm a UU.... nothing naughty about consensual adult sexuality. At least we give lip service that there shouldn't be.

Oh she moved and now I see her black hair framing her face. What a lovely face too! Since when is there an African American woman coming here? She certainly was never here while I was still attending regularly. Her beautiful, beautiful skin. Fuck. I need a spanking for eroticizing her skin. Wait! No, not a spanking because that's not at all a punishment. Backing out to the hair because I'm imagining my fingers sliding along her braids as she kisses her way down my body.

When'd this morph into a daydream? Her fingers are damn long and fine as she takes my hand in her. Where'd my clothes go? I had jeans and a Marilyn Manson shirt on a moment ago. I follow along and enjoy the sway of her hips, the way her hips move her luscious ass in my sight. She was clothed too. But I'm loving her naked body, watching her move.

We're at the stage- where'd the pulpit go? That thick red comforter sure looks good and sure, I'll lay myself down, my legs spreading at her scarlet nail's gesture. Just a hint of nail over the tip of her finger. I moan; she's kneeling between my legs now. I notice her trimmed pussy hair and my mouth waters.

"Another time maybe," she murmurs and I'm lured in, calmed and simultaneously aroused, at the husky bass of her mellow words. She leans over and starts to suck, her mouth moving in from my knees, toward my inner thighs.

I'm writhing, wanting to pull away and wanting to stay right where I am. It's been far too long for me and she knows exactly what she's doing. "But I don't even know your name," I gasp.

She kisses that spot of skin just before the labia separate into those beckoning lines drawing a person into a woman's hidden sex parts.

Pussy. I want to scream. Where'd the indirect language come from?

"Ruby." She reaches up to brush her fingertips over my lips. "And you need to stop thinking so much." She leans back over and her tongue makes contact with my skin. She pushes the lips apart, pushes until she can get at my clit. The strong tip of her tongue pushes at the hood of my clit.

I push my fingers into the comforter that somehow seems further from me that it did.

Her lips close on my clit and she starts to suck.

I'm gonna come soon. I certainly can't deny Ruby's talent and determination. She makes little atheist me want to scream out holy words as the orgasm builds. I turn my head just in time to see her remove the white candle from the chalice sculpture. Drips of hot wax fall onto first one nipple and then the other. My mouth opens and my eyes close.

"Thank you, Ruby!" I scream as the pleasure rips through me. Orgasm from her mouth and the decadence of the candle wax on me.

I shake my head. The sermon has just finished. I look to the left and the right. Daydream. I'm still dressed. Then I glance ahead of me in the rows to see Ruby. The red of her lipstick matches her nails in my daydream. Her eyes meet and she smiles.

Maybe "here" can mean multiple places.