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August 29, 2015
An NHPS In Training
A few years ago, when Breanne began her journey, I asked her to come up with some sort of "Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut" certification, a sort of explicit set of requirements that certain people who wished to follow in her footsteps could meet, granting themselves the title of "NHPS". Breanne refused. She told me right up front that sexuality, especially for those of us who find ourselves
Published on August 29, 2015 20:26
August 28, 2015
A Telling Yarn - Part One
A
Telling Yarn - Part One
My morning was a lesson
in frustration. How was yours?
Dawn broke on that
beautiful Wednesday morning in the late August summer heat with its usual
intensity. Crimson and gold played out across the clouds that spotted the horizon
and the scents of wheat and holly filled my nose as I worked out in the barn.
The
Telling Yarn - Part One
My morning was a lesson
in frustration. How was yours?
Dawn broke on that
beautiful Wednesday morning in the late August summer heat with its usual
intensity. Crimson and gold played out across the clouds that spotted the horizon
and the scents of wheat and holly filled my nose as I worked out in the barn.
The
Published on August 28, 2015 07:00
August 19, 2015
Afterdark Online Features Breanne Erickson
Once again Afterdark Online embraces the darker side during August for BDSM Month. And of course they invited Breanne back for a little exposure (the naughty kind!) Check out Afterdark Online and get a sample of some of the other bright talents in BDSM erotica this month, but start of with Breanne Erickson!
Published on August 19, 2015 15:20
August 15, 2015
Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 11
If you have been waiting with breathless anticipation for Breanne's next collection, then good news - you can breath again. This amazing new anthology of Breanne's NHPS tales is her best yet - written not just as individual events, but as a cohesive story, from point A to point B. Join Breanne as she slips through the knotted, wet, hot, and intense BDSM world she lives in and find yourself
Published on August 15, 2015 04:40
August 14, 2015
Just Shocked
The moment Julie answered the phone I said a word that I really
hadn’t expected to ever be forced to use. Not with her.
“No. No way,” I said, shaking my head at the same time. I was
standing in the barn, my knuckles white from where I was gripping one of the
stall rails. “There is no fucking way.”
There was a brief pause. “Whoa there cowgirl. Get
hadn’t expected to ever be forced to use. Not with her.
“No. No way,” I said, shaking my head at the same time. I was
standing in the barn, my knuckles white from where I was gripping one of the
stall rails. “There is no fucking way.”
There was a brief pause. “Whoa there cowgirl. Get
Published on August 14, 2015 13:59
August 6, 2015
Reading
I know. I know. The tale below is... rough. I switch tenses. I parse phrases. I'm... incomplete. I'm sorry. But there was a reason. I didn't think when I wrote this. I felt. I let the memories of what happened move me, motivate me, guide me. I sort of relived it even, in my head, rocking back and forth, stuffed with a double dildo and eating chocolate. It was an experience in and of itself. So
Published on August 06, 2015 14:10


