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Friday, August 29, 2014

Rayanna Jamison is back with more of "The Prodigal Bride" Yay!

I just had to have Rayanna back when she was looking for places to show off her book, "The Prodigal Bride: Love Multipled Book 2"- but if you don't regularly read the WIP it up Wednesday, you'll wanna go here and check out her sharing from the next book she's penning in that series, "The Bishop's Bride." But I was proud to have suggested this snippet to her- I still gotta get my act together and review the book since I already read and loved "The Prodigal Bride."


Sophia nodded in agreement. She could certainly see that that was true. "Isn't it abuse?" She had been spanked as a child, certainly, but that was discipline—and it had been few and far between. Mollie and Beth Anne were grown women that seemed to be allowing their husband, her baby brother, to hit them! She was dumbfounded at the thought, and tried to wrap her head around it as she waited for Beth Anne to answer.

Beth Anne sighed heavily, and took Sophia's hand from across the table. "No, Sophia, it's not abuse. For one thing, Mollie and I consent to it. Think about it. Did Ben grab Mollie and drag her upstairs screaming and crying?"

Sophia frowned, scrunching her eyebrows together in deep thought. Beth Anne certainly made a good point. All Ben had done was calmly request that Mollie join him upstairs. Mollie had followed him willingly. She hadn't looked terribly happy about it, but she hadn't protested. Sophia shook her head and motioned for Beth Anne to continue.

"Also, I'm a little surprised that you seem so shocked by it, honestly. It's a common way of life among families around here." Beth Anne paused and the corners of her mouth twitched a bit, as if she were trying to decide how much to say. "Most of the wives in the community are spanked wives, Sophia, and it has been like that for a long time. Probably since before we were born. Probably much longer even." Beth Anne looked as if she had more to say on the topic, but she stopped there, and switched gears. "And, Ben's not hitting us, Sophia, he's spanking us, and there's a huge difference. Hitting is done out of anger, it's not controlled, and it can be anywhere. Ben would never lay a hand on me anywhere besides my bottom, and even then, it's always with love. He's not beating me for goodness sake! Ben is always careful, and kind and loving. It's discipline, not abuse, and it's to make us better, not harm us."

Sophia's expression was sour. Although she loved her baby brother, and knew he had grown into a good man, she still wasn't a hundred percent convinced. "Discipline is for children," she insisted emphatically. "How can you consent to your husband treating you as he would a naughty child?"

Beth Anne was silent for a few minutes, her lips pressed together tightly, and Sophia worried that she had hurt her feelings. "Everyone needs to have discipline, even if it's not in the physical sense of the word. And as far as him treating me like a child, well, I just don't feel that way at all. Ben and I are equal partners, and he very much respects my role in our relationship." Beth Anne paused thoughtfully before continuing. "Obviously, I can only speak for myself and not for Mollie, but truthfully, I cannot imagine mine and Ben's relationship without that aspect. I kind of like it." She ginned conspiratorially. "It makes me feel like a lady. It makes me feel feminine and sexy. I mean, maybe not in the moment when it is happening, because it hurts like hell, and I have all these emotions, and I can't wait for him to be done, but afterwards…" Beth Anne trailed off with a shy smile before continuing. "I like what spanking does for us. I like the connection it gives us, and I like the way I feel the next day. I feel feminine, protected, and cherished. I like what it does for me in other ways as well. After Ben spanks me, it almost has a therapeutic effect. I feel calmer, centered, and more productive. Sometimes I think about asking Ben to spank me just for the stress relief." Beth Anne stopped abruptly, as if she realized she was beginning to ramble a bit.

Sophia just stared at her dumbfounded. She was still trying to wrap her mind around Beth Anne's claim about spanking being therapeutic. Sophia couldn't fathom a spanking being anything other than painful and humiliating. Yet Beth Anne spoke of it as if it was just a good workout. Maybe that's what Beth Anne needed, Sophia mused. She just needed a more acceptable way to get the same results. Sophia had taken weekly yoga classes for years before Robert had gotten sick, and it had given her all the same feelings Beth Anne was describing. She decided to suggest it. "Couldn't you just do yoga?" Sophia was enthusiastic, sure she had found a promising solution. Yoga was definitely the answer. She was honestly surprised Beth Anne hadn't thought of it. It had health benefits too, so that was an added bonus. Sophia resolved to find a local class to join as soon as possible, and to have Beth Anne and Mollie join her. She was getting more and more excited about the idea, until she saw Beth Anne's face.

For the first time since they had begun talking, Beth Anne looked truly upset. In fact, she looked like she was about to cry. Sophia instantly began looking for a way to backpedal. "I'm sorry, that came out all wrong. All I meant was—"

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I know how it sounds, Sophia. I guess it's one of those things you have to experience to understand." Beth Anne's face was drawn and her tone was short. "I hope someday you get a chance to really understand what I'm talking about. I have to work in the morning. Good night, Sophia."


Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive.

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left.

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate-- between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town.

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Do you love begging?

My thoughts are a bit scattered- I dealt with the dreaded Michigan Works- I may have to get a dreaded day job to balance finances, at least for awhile. So I'm reblogging today. However, the post was put up when "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" was still in the production stages. After you enjoy the bits of me begging in fiction, some of Vala's begging, you can choose to follow the link to the "padded room" scene as well as using this link to my books page where you can pick up "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" for free, as well as buying "Out of the Night: Book One" and "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"- each book in my Vala's Story serial priced at $2.99 a piece.

so for The Queen, for my Master, let's enjoy a little begging to orgasm :D

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

#WIPiTuP ... Vala has a lesson on serving

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.

With all the details to getting Vala's first book, "Out of the Night: Book One" in a few more places plus getting her second book "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" up last week, I was a bit scattered trying to figure out what I'd share on this hop. This snippet and the blog tour post (watch for details and requests for blogs to visit on soon once I get more of the posts written) kind of inspired each other. On my list of topics I want to handle for "Gates"s blog tour is "Vala's Lessons"- because Vala is in training. Of course, by the time we get to "Knowledge," her training is obvious and a regular portion of her life. I hope you all enjoy this bit of Vala learning a practical learning about serving a dominant.

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Mandisa sat on the sectional between Jinny and Chitra. "Vala, get me a drink."

"Yes, my Lady." Vala looked at The Queen before asking, 

"Would you also like something to drink, my Queen?"

"No thank you, but it pleases me you thought to ask me." The Queen smiled.

Vala sprinted out of the living room and down the stairs. She hurried into the kitchen and stopped in front of the refrigerator.

Vala laid her finger across her lips. What would she want to drink? She grabbed a drinking glass from the proper cupboard. She carried to the counter next to one of the refrigerators. She opened the freezer to take out an ice tray.

"How many cubes? I don't think she would want anything done to them." She tossed four ice cubes into the glass. She replaced the ice tray and opened the refrigerator. Her eyes wandered over the contents. She tried to think of what she'd ever seen Mandisa drinking at meals before she dropped down behind Iona's chair, but nothing came to her.

"The choices are endless! How am I ever supposed to guess what she would want?" She looked at the shelf of juices. She grabbed a bottle of mango juice and opened it. She filled the glass and put away the bottle. Closing the refrigerator door behind her, she left the kitchen.

"Hurry, hurry, wherever you're going," Simon teased as he passed her on the stairs to the second floor.

"Of course, my Lord," Vala chirped as she hopped up onto the landing and entered the family room. She looked to see Mandisa still sitting on the sectional. She hurried across the room and knelt in front of Mandisa. She held out the glass and with eyes lowered, she murmured, "Your drink, my Lady."

Now that you've enjoyed that bit from "The Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four," head over to "My Books" page to pick up "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" (free short story collection that includes excerpts from the Vala's Story serial, in addition to other shorts), "Out of the Night: Book One," and "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" (the final two both in the Vala's Story serial, $2.99 a piece). Both Vala's Story books are available from multiple e-retailers and in multiple formats.  http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... A shower after sex

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

I always forget all the things that can be taboo, so when "anal with lube" was pointed out to me by Raya in last week's snippet, I wanted to pick up with the next lines from my WIP "The Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four." I heard the bratting in Vala's section titles, even if few others did, although I'm guessing that's in part because of the third one she insisted on in these lines. After my previous 10 lines that might have scared some people, for me the taboo here is a continuation of the playfulness of The Queen and Vala in their post-orgasmic moments, since it seems that violent sex and romance is a taboo to too many people, sadly if you ask me.

"And what is so funny?" The Queen demanded, the impact of his tone lessened by his smile.

"I don't think I've seen you smile like that after sex since we were at the loft, before you took me as your slave, my Queen," Vala murmured, her eyelids fluttering as she looked up to speak to him.

"Yeah?" The Queen laughed before he flipped Vala onto her stomach and smacked her ass.

Vala moaned, her ass rising into the air.

Intermission to Shower after the Really Violent Sex...

The Queen restarted the VCR. "Ah, but it is getting to a section of this video that I want you to watch. I will have to enjoy this lovely ass of yours more after that." The Queen laughed softly when Vala let out a little, disappointed sigh when he turned her back over again. "Can you watch laying like this?"

Monday, August 25, 2014

While The Queen raged

I can't help but stop when looking at the title of this bit of fiction- "While The Queen raged." That's what came to me when I was naming the OpenOffice file to write this bit of fiction. I was pondering what to write about for this fiction for this morning with the release of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" fresh in my mind. It came to me that this was a chance to play at "what was happening in another part of the novel as something big was happening." In this case, the scene that struck me was The Queen losing it at Prisca when she failed to respond to his summons promptly; I'll share a snippet of that scene after the fiction, before giving you the blurb/buy links for "Gates." But there's the whole rest of the stable in the slave quarters, hearing The Queen's pounding steps, his yelling at Prisca, and I wondered what that looked like, especially as Simon gathered up a group of slaves to make breakfast, which they are shown serving in the story.

While The Queen uncharacteristically raged, Simon organized...

Raanan startled awake, jumping within Simon's embrace. "My Lord?" he murmured.

Simon blurrily opened his eyes. "What was that thumping?"

The Queen's yelling echoed through the slave quarters a moment later.

"Something's wrong." Simon frowned. "Go grab Viviana and Greta and we'll carefully head to my kitchen to make breakfast for when he's done with this weird outburst, whatever caused it."

"Yes, my Lord." Raanan gave Simon an adoring kiss before tumbling out of the bed. He spared a quick glance at Gaelan cuddled with Orlee in Tommy's bed and then hurried out of the room.

"Come on, you two. I'll need your hands and help with this too."

"Of course, my Lord," Gaelan and Orlee answered together as they followed Simon to the doorway.

Simon looked toward the stairs in time to see The Queen emerge from Prisca and Kaya's room with Prisca slung over one shoulder. He looked the other way to see Raanan emerging from Iona's room.

A moment later, Simon led his subs with him into the hallway to join Raanan and Greta. The group moved down the hall until Raanan stopped at Yiska's door and Simon ventured into Prisca and Kaya's room.

"Hey, what happened?" Simon questioned Kaya, who was sitting up in bed, holding a trembling Adan.

"The Queen summoned Prisca over the intercom, but when she still hadn't appeared minutes later, he came up here to check and found her still in bed, my Lord." Kaya kissed Adan's forehead again. "Sh, sweet girl, it's okay. Our Lord Simon'll figure things out," she cooed at the sub.

"Come here, Adan," Simon ordered. Returning his attention to Kaya, "I'm taking a few down to help make breakfast and serve The Queen and those in his room this morning. Give it maybe twenty minutes or so and then let everyone else know casual breakfast, unless I come back up to tell you to wait longer."

"Yes, my Lord." Kaya urged Ailin to lay between her legs.

Holding Adan's hand, Simon rejoined the group in the hallway. "Slowly and quietly now as we cross his room," he urged before they started down the stairway.

The Queen sat on the floor, rocking and holding Prisca.

Simon gave Adan's hand another squeeze before hurrying her out into the great room. "It'll be okay," he murmured.

Adan glanced up at Simon. "Yes, my Lord," she whimpered.

Simon lifted Adan into his arms, encouraging her to cuddle against his chest, her face on his shoulder. "Can you handle the toast, sweet?"

"Yes, my Lord." Adan clung to Simon.

As the group passed into the living wing, Simon lifted his voice slightly to ask, "Anyone so hungry that they need to eat before we see about The Queen, Tommy, Iona, Prisca, and Vala?"

"No, my Lord," came the adoring response.

Simon looked down at Adan's face. "You know this isn't your fault, right? You didn't do anything to upset The Queen."

"But he was so angry, my Lord," Adan whispered. "I've never seen him that angry, my Lord."

"He was holding Prisca though. And whatever she did doesn't matter right now. We're getting breakfast, we'll serve them. Won't it be good to serve them all?"

"Yes, my Lord. Good to serve, my Lord."

"That's my girl." Simon caressed Adan's hair.

Raanan sidled up next to Simon. "My Lord, do you have a plan for this breakfast?"

Simon smiled at Raanan's obedient helpfulness. "On the hope of a formal breakfast, I had tubs of scrambled eggs prepared. Just give them a stir to bring up the meat and veggies in them before cooking them. Grab Gaelan to help you. Then Greta can cook some bacon. Viviana should collect plates, utensils, pour five glasses of milk."

"Good choice, my Lord," Greta said as she pressed a hair tie into Adan's hand. "Milk will certainly please The Queen, my Lord."

Simon gently placed Adan on her feet just inside his kitchen. "Toast six pieces of bread and then butter them. I want you to eat one and settle down some more before we serve them."

"Yes, my Lord." Adan's small frame was overwhelmed with a shudder. "As you please, my Lord."

Simon moved to one refrigerator to retrieve a fruit salad he'd made the day before. He retrieved a serving spoon and watched his submissives follow his orders. We have some time before he's calm enough and we can feed them.

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

"Just want to... please you... my Queen... but... but so... aroused... my Queen." Vala whimpered and gasped as his cock pressed into her wetness.

The Queen smiled. "I know." He traced her lips with his index finger. "I will be right back." He kissed her again. "And then I will give you the chance to beg for the sort of using you would best enjoy." He jumped to his feet. "Behave, my lovelies, while I fetch my tardy slave." He ran up the stairs, taking two and three at a time. He reached the top of the stairs and threw open the first door on the left.

Prisca gawked at The Queen standing in the doorway. She scrambled out of bed and fell onto her face. With awkward limbs, she went to him and jumped into submissive pose.

She lifted her head enough to babble, "I... I am... sorry... my Queen. Please... don't be... angry. I... I... just... I didn't mean to... fall back... to... sleep. Was coming... want you... happy... me... my Queen. Be good... I'll be... I'll be... my Queen."

"Shut your fucking mouth and stand up!"

Prisca's eyes grew wide with fear and arousal. She jumped to her feet only to find herself over The Queen's shoulder. She hung limp against him, her gaze fixed on the tensed muscles of his legs. "I'm so sorry, my Queen," she whimpered against his back, desperately pressing kisses to his skin.

Without acknowledging Prisca's second attempt at an apology, The Queen stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

"I didn't mean to, my Queen!" Prisca's words echoed in the stairwell as the steps flew up in her vision.

"Gates of the Garden: Book Two" 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.

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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.


#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

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?


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."

Monday, August 11, 2014

Vala eases Gaelan's mind on his large body

Rippling abs, taut stomach, smooth nearly hairless chest. A lot of guys in romance have such words used to describe them. Well I like bears, big manly men with guts and tons of body hair. The Queen's preferences in male-bodied/identified people are admittedly wider than my own, but he does enjoy a bear too. Well when I started writing his submissive Gaelan, that's what I envisioned- a large, stocky, hairy Scottish highlander who just happens to be gay. So I got the idea (and then the okay to do it) to share a snippet of this on Taboo Tuesday, although Gaelan's imperfect body ended up being far from the only taboo in this short. Here is the full short that came to me, Vala helping Gaelan to consider his body as is.

"Free time?" Vala laughed as she made her way to the sofa in front of the TV.

"Yeah. Time with Ely," Gaelan muttered.

Vala sat next to Gaelan. "Is there a reason you didn't say our Lord Raanan's name?" She patted his arm affectionately.

"Ely's just so skinny and I'm so not."

"They like the way your body looks." Vala allowed her gaze to move across the expanse of Gaelan's stomach, the edge of the roll that she'd seen Raanan tickling, just under his dark blue night shirt.

Gaelan frowned. "If their gaze is most important, why do you still struggle with your anorexia?"

"My anorexia is not about any other person, unless you're talking all therapist-like and blaming it on my fucked up childhood, my inept parents."

Gaelan rolled his eyes at Vala. "Oh how worldly you are, spouting that."

Vala got up from the couch and wandered over to the stable picture hanging beside a book shelf. "I don't think you're any heavier than our Lord Raanan or Abrecan. I've seen The Queen lift you without straining himself."

"He has, hasn't he?" He blinked his eyes.

"Hey!" Vala ran back to the couch and plopped down next to Gaelan. "You know, if you weren't totally gay and we didn't need permission to fool around, I totally would fool around with you?"

Gaelan pulled Vala onto his lap and forced her to snuggle into him, his face pressed into her hair. "They do like keeping you smelling like flowers." He laughed softly. "I wish I was little, like you. Like so I could cuddle up on their laps like this."

"But they do cuddle you like this! The Queen loves to hold you!" Vala looked up at Gaelan's face. "Truth or dare?"

"What?" Gaelan laughed, although the sound danced closer to a nervous coughing.

"Truth or dare?" Vala repeated.

"Truth," Gaelan relented.

"Do you have to have The Queen or our Lord Raanan's permission to masturbate?"

"Um... for some reason, they seem to discuss it every morning, then our Lord Raanan tells me their decision, as if I'm still especially needy because of how Abrecan misbehaved with me, at me."

Vala pressed a soft kiss to Gaelan's cheek. "What was their decision today?"

"I can," he whispered before blinking more tears out of his eyes, "but to come, I need one of them to allow it still."

"To ejaculate or to orgasm? Or do they bother to separate the two?"

Gaelan arched an eyebrow at Vala.

"I have been a sex worker. I have a better idea what men's bodies can do than many girls my age."

Gaelan sighed. "Really either, although a dry orgasm might be punished less, maybe not even at all."

"Let me tell you a story. Close your eyes."

"Do you forget we're in the same class?"

Vala snorted. "I'm in dom training currently, hence why I wandered into here on my own. If you weren't bent on being such an ass, you'd see I'm trying to help you." She smiled to see his eyes close.

"This night shirt is far too much fabric," The Queen murmurs just before his strong hands brush your thighs, before he starts to raise your shirt. His words continue in a husky groan, his lips brushing your neck. "I love to feel your gorgeous thighs under my hand as I fuck you from behind, your asshole a little piece of heaven as I fill it with my cock."

"My Queen," you whimper just before he pulls your shirt over your shoulders, up and off your head.

"My good naked boy. How I enjoyed watching you those first times we interacted, your masculinity pleasingly intense even with your obvious submissive nature." The Queen grabs your chin and turns your face to him, lips descending. His eyes beam with love and lust. "You are so gorgeous, my subbie boy. Every part of you." He deepens the kiss, his tongue thrusting into your mouth, sliding against your tongue, feeling so wonderfully controlling. Without breaking the kiss, he guides you onto his lap, your legs across the couch.

You groan into his mouth as he wraps one hand around your cock; he knows just the pressure, the speed to bring your to orgasmic readiness. "My Queen," you whimper into his kissing mouth.

"My boy, my sweet pooka. Can you come for me, my pooka?"

You laugh, just a little. "Yes, my Queen. Wanna be your good boy, my Queen."

"Not a mischievous brat?"

"No, my Queen. Please you, my Queen!" Your attention drops just a moment to your balls, to feel the building orgasm.

The Queen places his other hand on your lower belly. "I love you just the way you are. I want to fuck you just the way you are."

Gaelan startled to feel Vala being lifted off his lap. Before he could open his eyes, he felt The Queen's lips brushing his earlobe.

The Queen whispered, "Let me continue along with Vala's little story in real life."

"Yes, my Queen." Gaelan opened his eyes to see Vala heading out of the family room with Iona. "Thanks, Vala."

Vala smiled and giggled as she hurried after her domme.

Now having enjoyed that story, I would like to invite you to continue over to Jolynn Raymond's blog where she talked about "Embracing My Curves" http://jolynnraymond.com/2014/08/embracing-my-curves-clothing-optional-naked

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Rayanna Jamison visits with her book "The Prodigal Bride: Love Multiplied Book Two"

So I loved Rayanna Jamison's first book- "Bride Two Soon: Love Multiplied Book 1"- and when "The Prodigal Bride: Love Multiplied Book Two" was released, I just had to invite her back. "The Prodigal Bride" is sitting on my Kindle, waiting for me to read it. I'm sure I won't be able to resist much longer :D

Here's the lovely excerpt (Any formatting difficulties are especially my own as I put what Rayanna emailed to me into my blog creator):

Hiram locked the door behind him as he entered the room, eyeing Phoebe where she stood in the corner, in only her bra and panties. Her long black hair was unusually messy and wild tonight, and Hiram wanted desperately to run his fingers through it. First things first, he told himself, crossing the room to sit on the oversized reading chair Phoebe loved. He wasted no more time, calling her to him right away, and patting his knee to indicate where he wanted her. 

She stood in front of him, looking much like a naughty child, embarrassed at being chastised.

He said nothing, taking hold of her waist, and pulling her face down across his lap. He would talk while he spanked. It was what she needed.

Phoebe always responded better that way.

He grinned at the sight of her bright purple panties, before unceremoniously pulling them off her. 

Her body was still across his lap, her head turned to look at him, as if gaging how this would go. 

Hiram raised his hand, and brought it down hard across her rounded cheeks.

She bucked, and shrieked.

He was starting off much harder than he usually did. He was very thorough, peppering her backside with a flurry of well-placed swats, until her bottom glowed a rosy pink and was warm to the touch. She was squirming and crying by the time he paused to speak.

"Your driving habits leave much to be desired," he told her grimly, punctuating his words with a spank to her bottom crease.

She whimpered, but didn't respond.

 He spanked again, across the left crease this time.

She would be very sore by the time they were finished here tonight.

And here's "The Prodigal Bride: Love Multiplied Book Two"s blurb:

Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive. 

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left. 

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate-- between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town. 

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

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A little about me: I am a happily married mother of 2 children. My career change to writer coincided with a big move my family made last year. My favorite things to do are read. cook, hang out with my hubby and find fun new things to do with my kids,

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