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BLISSE KISS SPRING FLING - The Relic - Action/Adventure novel

Hey everyone. I'm participating in the brilliant Victoria Blisse's BLISSE KISS SPRING FLING!

Below you'll find my Sunday Snog from my action adventure book THE RELIC

After you've read it, leave me a comment (and your email address) to be in the running to win an eBook.  You have until May 10th to do this!

Then head on over to Victoria's BLISSEKISS website for a chance to win lots of prizes. All the authors in the promotion will be offering a prize, and you'll find the links to them there - but you must comment on the posts to be in the running. Click HERE

Blurb:

They used to be a great team, but could they forget the past long enough to save their lives?

Finding herself in the wilds of a Penang rainforest wasn't something Magda was exactly happy about. Being there on a mission to recover an ancient relic that threatened world peace certainly had its appeal, but the heat, the bugs and wild animals quickly cancelled out any of the excitement of the chase. Adding to her misery was the arrival on the scene of the last person she ever wanted to cross paths with. Vincent Stone, her rival in the search for the relic, and her ex-lover. The man who'd ripped out her heart and trampled on it had no business being in the same country as her, let alone the same town.

Vincent isn't doing much better as he tries to remember why he'd broken it off with her. She made him feel more than anyone else but in his line of work, and with his past history, he didn't have room for a relationship. But damn, she made him want one.

Fate has a way of playing with realities though and as they teamed up they both came to realise that sometimes it was better to just go with the flow. They used to be a great team, but could they forget the past long enough to save their lives?

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In this snog scene - Magda and Vince are captive in a deep pit in the jungles of Penang. They're about to spring out of their prison, so I thought it was a perfect selection for the Blisse Kiss Spring Fling!

Enjoy!


     Magda woke to someone squeezing her shoulder. She tried in vain to push the hand away, but it persisted.
     “Mags,” a voice whispered. Hot breath tickled her ear as the voice got closer. “Mags, it’s time.”
     Time? Huh? She opened her eyes, looking around her with fuzzy vision. Where was she again?
     “Mags, we have to get moving. They’ve been quiet for about an hour now, and we don’t have much time. Are you okay to stand?”
     Oh shit. She remembered now. The pit. They had to climb out of the pit. “Sure, I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”
     Reaching above her head, she stretched her arms, before circling her head for a couple of neck stretches to work out the incredibly stiff kinks she felt. Vincent was doing the same, although she noticed he was still seriously favouring his injured side. It must hurt like hell, but he was being a big man and not complaining. She had to give him that. He was no whiner.
     Holding on to the wall for balance, she stood. She rubbed her arms vigorously to counter the fact that the temperature had dropped considerably since she’d fallen asleep. She held her hand out to Vince to offer assistance, but he wasn’t having any of it, shaking his head as he struggled to get up.
     “It’s easier if I do it myself, Mags. I know which bits hurt.”
     Fine, if that’s the way he wants to play it, let him! Listening to his muffled curses, she walked to the other side of the pit where Vince had made the rough steps in the rock. She hitched her breath when she realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d first thought. The angle of the wall was almost completely vertical, and some parts of it angled in toward the pit, so gravity was not going to help her here.
     The knot in her stomach grew tighter as she thought about the alternatives of not trying. She’d managed to piss off Thornton and his guards, so they would be out for revenge first chance they got. She shuddered as she remembered the lascivious sneer of the one guard as he’d gotten great enjoyment out of cutting her shirt off her and leering at her breasts.
She jumped when a pair of hands closed over her shoulders and a firm body leaned into her back. Her head slipped back to listen as Vincent’s warm breath whispered in her ear.
     “Are you going to be okay with this?”
     No. “Yes. It’s a piece of cake.”
     Cool lips touched her neck and she shivered again, although this time not from the cold.
     “You are braver than any woman I know, Mags,” he said as he smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Never doubt that you can do it. I don’t.”
     Aw shit. Why did he have to be so sweet when she was trying to get him out of her system? She turned to face him and cupped his face with her hands. “For an arrogant bastard, you say the sweetest things, Stone.”
     Then she kissed him softly, pouring out all her feelings into that brief touch of soft skin to soft skin. Even though she knew he would never fully be hers, for this poignant moment in time, they were the only man and woman on the planet. When she pulled away, Vincent was as breathless as she was, and his sexy smile gave her strength.
     Breathing out on a sigh, she turned back to the wall. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Click HERE to buy this great adventure book!

And don't forget you have until 10 May to leave a comment and your email address to go in the draw to win an ebook copy of your choice from my backlist!

Then pop on over to the Blisse Kiss website and read all the other lovely snogs!

THURSDAY TEASER - Morgan Fox

Today we welcome Morgan Fox!

Here's the blurb for her delicious sounding book. Cowboys? What's not to love about that!

Discovering Temptation (MF)
Texas Stallions Series

By Morgan Fox

Release Date April 4, 2012

Available at http://www.bookstrand.com/discovering-temptation


Abigail Carter arrives in Temptation, Texas, wondering what her recently deceased father was thinking when he left her his prized cattle ranch. Now, as the sole heir of Paradise Ranch, Abby must figure out how to manage and run the day-to-day operations.

Luckily, experienced cattle rancher Tyler Boyd steps up to help her with the assistance of his brothers, but Abby’s dreams quickly come crashing down around her as a serial killer marks her for death, stalking her at every turn.

The sexy cowboy puts aside his own safety for the alluring Abby and tries to keep her safe from the evil hunting her, but when the killer places him at the top of his hit list, everything they've come to love could end in murder.

Can the love of a strong cowboy help her discover her hidden passions and ultimately save her life?

Adult Excerpt:
     He cupped the side of her face while his other arm stayed securely wrapped around her waist, keeping her locked in close to him. “I dreamed about you like this, and when I saw you heading this way, I only prayed it wasn’t my imagination.”
     She narrowed her eyes. Sudden warmth filled her heart. “You fantasize about me?”
     He smiled softly and admitted, “Every night. I can’t get you out of my head, Abby. I want you. I want you so damn much.”
     No one had ever dreamed about her before. No one had ever said the things he said to her. The tone he used truly made her want to believe he meant every word. She had a desperate need to believe him. Maybe, if he kissed her, she could feel the difference between meaning it and just another lie. She was accustomed to identifying lies. Maybe, she could allow one little, harmless kiss between them to satisfy her curiosity.
     Sighing, she whispered, “Kiss me.”
     Tyler’s gaze danced between her lips and eyes. His hand caressed the side of her face. Then slowly, he dipped his fingers into the damp strands of her hair and his mouth captured hers.
Instantly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and her legs rose up to wrap around his waist. The need to keep him from breaking the kiss became more alarming than her need to breathe.
     So much for a harmless kiss…
     Drowning in desire, she opened for him as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. His wild, cinnamon flavor had her tongue and lips burning for more. She was practically drinking him up.
The hand that had once cradled her face was now tenderly massaging the underside of her breast. Groaning from the possession of his mouth on hers and his hands on her body, her nipples hardened further. A wild shiver shot through her as his thumb danced over the hardened tip. Gripping her waist, he raised her out of the water enough to suckle her breasts, sucking and gently tugging at her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back, pressing her breasts out for his exploration.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, cradling him against her as his lips trailed sweet kisses over her ribs, until he closed his warm mouth over the aching peak. Tugging gently on her hard nipple with his teeth, he languidly circled his tongue around it, swirling in a tantalizing fashion. Lowering her back down into the water, he pressed kisses along the column of her neck and jaw, and then he took possession of her mouth.
     “Oh my God,” she whispered in wonder.
     Grinding his hips, his hard cock rubbed over her clit and her head kicked back. “Tyler,” she muttered in a daze. “What are you doing to me?” 
     “I thought it was obvious,” he said, groaning.
     His hands were all over her body, and his mouth and cock were a wicked tease of things to come.   
     She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She was prepared to erupt into a full-fledged scream as he cradled her breast with his large hand, keeping her close to him as he lowered his head and sucked her other nipple between his lips.
     As if testing her, he slowly trailed his fingers down her body, between her breasts, past her ribs and belly, until his fingers pressed in between the folds of her pussy. She cried out as the thick pad of his thumb circled around her clitoris, tormenting her deliciously. The last person to touch her so intimately had been herself. Having Tyler breathing heavily into her ear as he sank two fingers inside her cunt, circling her clit, had every thought fleeing her mind in a maddening rush.
Moaning, she arched her back and slowly rocked her hips, fucking his fingers. “Oh, Tyler,” she muttered breathlessly, “That feels so good.” All she could do was feel the explosion of pleasurable sensations that flooded her body.
     “I’m going to come,” she cried, gripping his arms for support.
She gave a strangled moan and was clawing up his back as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She leaned back, taking his thick fingers deeper as he moved in and out of her pussy.
     Breathless and desire-drenched, she swallowed hard against the lustful needs racing through her.   She forced herself to keep from reaching down, finding his cock only to impale herself on it. Admittedly, she was desperate to feel him deep inside her, but she wouldn’t be the one to hurry the passion he aroused in her. She was determined to enjoy the momentary connection they shared.
Then Tyler grabbed her ass and hauled her right up against him, grinding his hips and cock over her sensitive pussy. She gasped as he kissed along the column of her neck and collarbone. All the while, he teased at her slick entrance with his cock.
     “Abby,” he moaned in her ear. “Oh, Abby, I want you so much.”
     At any moment she could’ve told him to stop, but stopping wasn’t what she truly wanted. Fucking him, riding his hard cock until he made her come with her eyes rolling back in her head was exactly what she wanted. Perhaps her sexy cowboy needed a little encouragement.
     “What are you waiting for?” she whispered against his ear. Her fingers tugged at the damp strands of hair at his neck as she softly nibbled on his earlobe. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She couldn’t wait any longer.
     Locking gazes with her, he reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly thrust upward, sliding inside her. The tantalizing skill he used to enter her had her fingers digging deep into the flesh of his shoulders. Never had anyone eased inside her with such tender  patience. It had always been fast and unyielding fucks, and only one person left the bed satisfied. Not Abby.

Author Bio:
Morgan Fox currently resides in Texas and has been writing paranormal romance for as long as she can remember. As a teenager she wrote dozens 6of short stories about love, loss, danger, and of course the seductive paranormal bad boy.
A graduate from the University of Texas at Dallas, she was raised in Florida but navigated to Texas as quickly as she could. Most days, you can find Morgan on her computer diving headlong into her fierce imagination, where anything can happen.
 When not writing, or thinking about writing, she enjoys cycling with her husband and reading all kinds of romance novels. Finding time for all the things she loves can be challenging, but with a supportive husband all things are possible

Also by Morgan Fox

Ménage Amour: Cowboys and Werewolves: Craving Silence
Ménage Amour: Moonlight Shifters 1: Seduced by the Moon
Ménage Amour: Moonlight Shifters 2: Tempted by the Moon
Ménage Amour: Moonlight Shifters 3: Enticed by the Moon
Ménage Amour: Moonlight Shifters 4: Ravished by the Moon


http://www.facebook.com/#!/morgan.fox.author
https://twitter.com/#!/MorganFoxAuthor

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Yes yes YES. Oh my - is it hot in here?  Gotta love cowboys and their take charge attitude!

Thanks so much for being my guest today Morgan!

MONDAY MAGIC - Cari Z - When is enough really enough?

When Is Enough Really Enough?

By Cari Z

I grew up with a house full of boy scouts, and from an early age I was taught that the golden rule wasn’t “Do unto others,” it was, “Be prepared.”  Be prepared for anything, from a blizzard to a heat wave, and I have dutifully followed suit.  My car has everything from chemical handwarmers to iodine tablets in the trunk.  Rest assured, if I’m ever kidnapped and dropped in the middle of nowhere with my car, I’ll be ready.  Without the car… um… I’ll have a pocket knife.  And possibly a mirror and some lipstick, depending on the day.  But regardless, I like to be prepared, and I like to prepare other people too.  It’s an impulse I have to fight in my writing.

There’s a continual risk for an author of over-explaining things to your readers.  You want them to understand, you want them to see it the way you do, and how better to ensure that than by telling them all about it?  I’ve found that when writing speculative fiction, that urge goes up immensely.  There’s more than just a character’s work or relationships to explain, there’s an entirely new world that readers need to be clued into.  It doesn’t matter if it’s high fantasy, science fiction or paranormal romance, I always get into a mental beatdown with my inner teacher over how much to give away. 

I’d probably be an abysmal mystery writer (omg, the butler!  Look at the butler!).

In May I’ve got several new releases coming out, and one of them is the m/m science fiction novel Changing Worlds, based off of a short story I wrote for the anthology Wild Passions.  It’s set far in the future and delves into the complicated relationship between my human narrator and his alien consort.  You can imagine just how much detail I wanted to give you: what is life like for humans in this era?  What about the alien world they live on?  What about their language?  What are the trials of adapting to an entirely new culture?  Is love the same thing for humans as it is for the Perel, the aliens that I describe?  The novel delves into all of this and a lot more, and was originally an extra ten thousand words or so long, mostly me telling you things that you didn’t really need to be walked through.  Thankfully that’s what editors are for, to keep their authors in check and up to snuff, and luckily I have the best and most ruthless editor ever to grace the page.

This is my first ever novel, and it turns out it’s a lot harder to stay consistently good over seventy thousand words than it is over a short story, but I’m thrilled with how the book has turned out.  My publisher at Storm Moon Press has been awesome enough to include the short story the novel is based on as a preface to the book, for free.  This way new readers will be able to get Jason and Ferran’s full story, while faithful readers will be able to get to the new stuff in short order.  I want my audience to walk away from this story thrilled by the romance and satisfied with the plot.  If you like new and exciting places, life-or-death suspense and steamy sex, then Changing Worlds is right up your alley.  If you don’t like those things… maybe we should stage an intervention.  Reach out!  I’m here for you!

Changing Worlds is available for preorder from Storm Moon Press, and will be released on May 18th.

Huge thanks to Maggie for hosting me, and thanks to you guys for visiting and reading!

Bio:  Cari Z. is a Colorado girl who loves snow and sunshine. She is back from Africa at long last, and loves it despite having to relearn how to drive a car and work a touchscreen. Writing consumes the free time that isn't spent on the mat or playing with her husband, or both (wonderful when interests coincide like that), and she hopes you enjoy what she writes as much as she enjoys writing it.
Blog: carizerotica.blogspot.com, website: cari-z.net.


Buy Link:  http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Changing-Worlds.aspx

Blurb:

In this sequel to Cari Z's Opening Worlds, former starship captain Jason Kim travels to Perelan, the homeworld of his lover, Ferran, to start a life together. The ruling council of the Perels have allowed this unconventional union to continue in the hopes of strengthening relations between themselves and the humans. And while Ferran's family welcome Jason with open arms, not all of the other major families are as pleased. The arrival of an outsider to their insular, subterranean world challenges the traditions of centuries.

Tensions soar as old rivalries are rekindled in the wake of Jason and Ferran's relationship. Inevitably, something snaps. Jason and Ferran soon find themselves literally fighting for their lives when xenophobic anger pushes things beyond the breaking point. Only their devotion to one another can see them through, but a ghost from Jason's past threatens even that. With Perelan on the brink of civil war, Jason and Ferran must find a way to stand together in the face of chaos and to change the world on their own terms before it tears itself apart.


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Thanks for being my guest today Cari! I have to agree with you there...it's so hard to get the balance right between how much you tell and how much is weaved into the story through description, and the five senses.  Great post!

The book looks pretty cool too!

THURSDAY TEASER - Nicole Morgan - Smokin' HOT excerpt

Today's teaser is a SMOKIN' HOT excerpt from INTIMATE CONFESSIONS by Nicole Morgan...Welcome Nicole!

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When Derek met Sandi, all the pieces of his life fell into place, but the young and inexperienced Sandi wanted desperately to discover who she was and pushed Derek away in search of something she was missing.

Devastated from losing Sandi, Derek arrives at Pleasure Seekers, an estate which specializes in play of the adult variety, anxious to start his new life. A chance encounter with the very woman he was trying to forget brings his plans to a screeching halt.

Angry and wanting nothing more than to hurt her the way she had him, he sets out to do just that. Only Sandi has changed in their time apart and is willing to do anything to get him back in her life again.

Old wounds and intimate confessions come to the surface as the couple faces the choice of forgiving or forgetting the only person they’ve ever loved.

TEASER/EXCERPT:

She was on all fours crawling toward him. Images of orgies painted by Michelangelo danced through his head. Erotic and sinful images that, as a boy, he used to stare at in the public library when he first learned what it was like to get aroused. And here, right now, his Sandi looked more amazing than those images ever were.

 His eyes closed, and his head dropped back as he absorbed the first warm swipe of her tongue. The heat that touch brought almost set him afire. Attempting to calm his breathing, he still hadn’t been prepared for what he felt when her soft, luscious lips wrapped around him and slid from the tip down to the base.

 Holy shit! He was going to come. He was within seconds of shooting his seed down her throat, something he had never done to her.

 He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to bury his cock in her tight heat. He needed that.

 Hell, if he had a choice though, he couldn’t pull her sweet mouth off of his cock if the Apocalypse was upon them.

 “That’s it, baby.” He wrapped his hands at the base of her skull and began guiding her, while thrusting into her long slides up and down on him. Was he doing this? She wasn’t just giving him head. He was fucking her mouth.

Damn, it was so good.

Every lick, suck, and motion brought him closer to the point of no return. He wanted to warn her. There was a time when he’d loved her more than anything in this world. He should warn her.

No. Angrily, he shook his head at even having the thought. No way was he going to warn her of such a minor event when she was here to learn. When she was clearly so eager for it, and especially not since she never warned him before she ripped his heart out.

In that moment, a rage consumed him. She had destroyed him. He wouldn’t punish her, but he would teach her to be his submissive. She would learn that he was the one in control. Not her. Never again would she control any aspect of their relationship.

Thrusting faster, deeper, and harder, he was now hitting the back of her throat. The sensation of how amazing it felt rocked him to the core.

She wasn’t stopping, either. She was relaxing her throat muscles and just letting him use her.

Damn her! Damn her for making it feel so good. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a guttural howl that echoed in the room, he came into her mouth, thrusting with every spurt and holding her head to him, not wanting to give her the chance to pull away, yet realizing she wasn’t even trying. He could hear her swallowing.


You can buy the book HERE

SHORT BIO:

        Nicole Morgan was an avid reader who kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head. Today Nicole is an author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old fashioned who done it. She tries to place strong emphasis on the characters emotions while also throwing in some spicy and hot love scenes.
      Nicole wants her writing to inspire you, the reader, and open your heart to feel the same things the characters are going through. While still trying to stay true to her style, she is finding her writing is evolving as she takes on new and uncharted territory for her.  There are many areas of erotica out there that she hasn’t had a chance to really delve into and is anxiously looking forward to doing just that.


MY LINKS:

Nicole's website: http://nicolemorgan1.webs.com
Nicole's Blog: http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com
Facebook Fan Page: http://facebook.com/NicoleMorganFanPage
Twitter: http://twitter.com/mornic1


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DAMN that was HOT!


Hey everyone? What do you think?

MONDAY MAGIC - AB Gayle - Familiar with a Twist

Familiar with a Twist.Many thanks to Maggie for inviting me to her blog. A while ago, Nell Dixon, did a guest spot here entitled “Write What You Don’t Know” as a twist on the old adage “Write what you Know. Nell made some very good points about how, with adequate research, we can write about any subject. Because, let’s face it, as readers, we want to be taken out of our everyday humdrum world and vicariously meet those hunky alpha males who are so scarce in real life or be transported to another time and place. We want to experience the unfamiliar, and for a while walk in someone else’s shoes like Daniel’s in my novella “Caught” who has been known to don red stilettos when the occasion demanded it.

But today I’m going to talk about writing what you doknow, the mundane and the familiar, and seeing how it can be incorporated into a story by giving it a twist.
My latest release “Isolation” is a sci-fi/futuristic romance set in 2050. It tells the story of what happens when Earth makes first contact with aliens who invite a contingent to return with them to their home planet, Saa’ar. For the Australian doctor, Dana Sinclair, and the disabled war veteran Ethan O’Reilly and the other representatives from nearly every country in the world, this will be a one way journey. Sounds totally improbable, right? Far out of the reach of the familiar.But let’s add in something more familiar – at least for those of us who have teenage or older children who spend most of their time in their bedrooms either with social networking or in my case playing computer games.Sure, some parents put their foot down and forbid this sort of behaviour, seeing it as anti-social, but as someone who has played her fair share of RPGs (role playing games), I would be a hypocrite to do so.I actually think it is preferable to them sitting in front of television being fed Virtual Valium. At least this way they are actually interacting with other human beings. Interestingly, my daughter met her current partner through “Guild Wars”.These multiple player online games are set up so that no matter where you are in the world you can form teams and chat to each other while playing. She assumed this guy she got on well with lived in Canada or America as he had an accent. He certainly didn’t sound like an Aussie. After a while of meeting up and playing together, she discovered he was actually an Aussie who had spent a number of years in Canada but now lived in a nearby suburb. It was months before they plucked up enough courage to see if their online friendship would survive meeting in person, but it did and they are still together after four years.At her encouragement, I also had a go and although I didn’t use the microphone for voice contact, I did “chat” via the text box with fellow players in different parts of the world and found the whole process fascinating. By the way, any exponents of the game will be amused to see that I achieved the “impossible”: getting to maximum level during the tutorial. Lol.    Facebook and other online social networking provides similar benefits. What to some people may seem a very closeted existence can actually be the opposite. It also allows those who have formerly been housebound to get “out” and meet people. I’ve met a few people online who have some disability or other health condition that precludes them from  meeting people in real life.One aspect that intrigued me was that conversations within the game environment are not easily monitored. So whereas there is always this “Big Brother is Watching You” fear with telephones and emails, for the most part this is a “secure” communication channel.This aspect inspired a crucial plot element in “Isolation”. The twist.In my stories, I’ve also used more mundane things that I’ve experienced. For example, becoming hopelessly entangled when a loose thread in my T-shirt wound itself around the screw of my glasses triggered a short scene in my upcoming release with Dreamspinner Press, the contemporary m/m romance “Red+Blue”.What real life aspects have you as writers incorporated in your books or for the readers out there, what in your life would you use if you ever took the plunge to become a writer? Or maybe there are other RPG addicts who are happy to come out of the closet.A copy of “Isolation” is up for grabs for one lucky respondent.Or you’re welcome to buy it from the publishers Total Ebound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1568Visit www.abgayle.comfor more information about Alison and her books. ****Thanks so much for being my guest today AB!  And folks...DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT for a chance to win a copy of ISOLATION by AB Gayle!

THURSDAY TEASER - Morticia Knight - ADULT excerpt

Today we have a hot little excerpt from fellow TEB author Morticia Knight.  She writes some of my favourite genres - Menage, BDSM...what's not to like?

Here's a snippet from her upcoming release which is a story in the ALL TOGETHER NOW anthology to be released on May 7th at Total-e-bound.

Enjoy!

And can I just say I LOVE the covers from Total-e-bound!


Adult Excerpt from “The Perfect Third”, a contemporary MFM Menage that is included in the All Together Now Anthology which is available May 7th from Total-E-Bound Publishing. All rights reserved.

Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.“Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.“I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.“Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’“Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”“Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.“Any requests?”He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.
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You can find out more about Morticia at her AUTHOR PAGE
Thanks so much for sharing with us today Morticia! It's on my wish list!

STOP THE PRESSES!
I've managed to talk the lovely Shannon Peters in to sharing a teaser from her story in this same Anthology.  Here it is here...enjoy!
THE TRIUMVERATE'S CONSORT by Shannon Peters


She stepped off the kerb—but her foot didn’t hit the ground. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, a big hand clapped over her mouth, and she was swung off her feet and carried into the dark alley. Evie struggled against her captor. She managed to kick him in the shin, and was satisfied when she heard a grunt. “Help me hold her, Taz,” a voice growled near her ear. Then there were two pairs of arms clutching her. She was held in a strong grip, with a man’s arm around her torso, and another around her waist, and two warm, muscular bodies bracketing her own. Rain pelted down on all of them, the tall buildings lining the alley providing little protection from the elements. She tried to turn her head, to see her captors. The men from the pub. She didn’t have time for this. Baxter was probably striding up and down the meeting room now, fuming at her tardiness. The dark-haired man from the pub stepped in front of her. He removed his sunglasses. Blue. His eyes were blue, but not a normal blue. It was like looking into a pool, with mesmerising blends of blue, silver and dark indigo shifting and swirling. Weird, yet beautiful. Evie halted her struggling, captivated by his glimmering eyes. Eyes weren’t supposed to swirl. He slid a soothing hand down the side of her face. “Hush, my sweet. We mean you no harm.”


www.shannonpeters.com.au 

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Oooh, sounds wonderful! Love that name Evie too :-)

OMG! Lisabet Sarai reviewed my book!

I am so excited! Award winning author and one of my idols Lisabet Sarai has read and reviewed THE MASTER'S PRIZE and she liked it! Whoo hoo!

Drop by her blog and see what she had to say :

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2012/04/review-masters-prize-by-maggie-nash.html

Thanks so much Lisabet!  Muahhh! 

MONDAY MAGIC - Paula Roe - What is sexy?

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So I was watching TV last week, in particular the girly frenzy that is new boy band sensation, One Direction.  For those of you unfamiliar with them, these five young UK guys are in Australia and have been doing the morning talk show rounds.  Apparently they are "the biggest band in the world at the moment".  Hmmm.   So, anyway, as I ran on the treadmill and watched the huge screen, I caught myself smiling a few times. Yes, they're all extremely cute, all seemed incredibly humbled by the thousand-strong turnouts and all sounded articulate, smart and aware of the realities of their fickle music business.  Pretty sexy, I must admit (yes, yes, I'm old enough to be... well, their older sister.  A girl can still appreciate men, no matter what their age!)

So cut to the TV screen on the right (my gym has five of them).  V Hits. Music videos all day, every day.  And at this time, juxtaposed against the cute sexiness that is One Direction was... Lady Gaga.  And her film clip, Alejandro.







Complete with simulated sex, hip thrusts and the in-your-face stuff that Lady G is renowned for.  Did I think that was sexy? Nup.  Nor was the next clip - Madonna's Girl Gone Wild (yeah, she's humping a wall - WTF is that??)







  I just sighed, shook my head and wished girls would put their pants back on.




Yes, 'sexy' is totally subjective, I know.  I may think this gratuitous shot of David Beckham is smokin' sexy, you may not.  On the flipside, I loathe Robbie Williams but have friends who adore him.  So what's my take on sexy?  A hint of subtly, not a sledgehammer's worth.  Showing a little flesh and leaving something to the imagination.  Clothes that look about to fall off.  A pair of smoldering eyes, or an embrace shot in perfect light.  Sexy to me isn't a full-on bump and grind (which is why I will never buy anything by Nikki Minaj or Rhianna - sorry!), nor is in your face, look-at-me raunch.


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Sexy was the car boot George Clooney/Jennifer Lopez scene in Out of Sight.  Sexy is Adele's Rolling in the Deep and Phil Collin's In the Air.  It more Christina Hendricks than Megan Fox.  It's this gorgeous shot I tagged on Pinterest.  Yes, it can be minus clothes, but more often than not, not ;-)  Sexy are these few choice pictures.  That’s why full frontal nudie mags like Playgirl never worked for me.  Good for a giggle, but I thought guys looked much sexier with pants on... or about to fall off ;-)


So what's your definition of sexy?  Any particular actor/actress?  A picture?  Share with us and you could win a copy of my sexy read, The Billionaire Baby Bombshell.

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THURSDAY TEASER - Cari Silverwood

How the book was made -- Lust Plague -- #2 in the Steamwork Chronicles series.

Lust Plague is the first novel I've completed since I had my first book, CAPA nominated, Three Days of Dominance published back in June 2011. Iron Dominance and Rough Surrender were both written a bit earlier.

I decided Lust Plague would be as fun as I could make it. I used my pre-existing steampunk world from Iron Dominance with all the airships and wonderful weaponry and mechanical contraptions. I threw in a plot where a tear in reality allowed a foreign god to leak in and aimed at an ending with a sacrificial virgin and a stone beast for some strange and slightly ghastly action.

Oops.

Hmmm. *looks at pile of screwed up paper*

The gods idea totally messed up the story and made it just awful to write. Too much room to play in for me and it changed my steampunk setting in some icky cringeworthy way.

The ending with the big sacrifice where the hero saves the lady…wrong also. For the strong, independent and heroic woman I chose for this story, Kaysana, that ending just never let her DO anything. *toss more crumpled paper*

After this Zombies came into my head and wouldn't leave. Not sure why. Maybe Amber Green gave me the idea as she was doing a lesbian zombie series with other authors. The subconscious is a funny thing. I can't recall where the idea came from. But it stayed. It gnawed on my toes and maybe my brain until I gave in.

I promptly let them eat one of my old characters and he became a wolf called Cadrach with less speaking (OK none) and way more purpose. Now you can pat him if you make friends first. The zombies gave me a new ending and let me truly create a romance. I found out I like blowing away zombies in an over-the-top steampunk way. In the final pages of Lust Plague, take care where you step as there are a few smoking zombie corpses -- though the smoke does clear so Sten and Kaysana can sit down and sort out if they love each other.

So…I ended up with what is now a story I like. It's fun, sexy and has loads of action. There's dominance and submission with some bondage, though not as creatively unusual as in Iron Dominance -- after all Sten and Kaysana are dodging zombies. Running and shooting cramps anyone's bondage style, even when you're as unstoppable and laidback as Sten.

I call this my lust-laden zombie-killing extravaganza. Here's a little peek at the story.

Snippet from Lust Plague

     The whirling above flickered dark, light, dark, light. Thunder accompanied her. An engine? Kaysana shut her eyes, drifted away to the throb of her body, as if every cell inside her pined for something indefinable.
     She surfaced again, blinked away grit, groaned. Something plucked at her wrists, then at her ankles.
     "You awake?" A gruff voice. Not one she recognized. More blinking turned the blurred mess in front of her into a man. Tall, bulky, arms like, like -- she blinked again -- darn, big. Where'd she seen a man like that before? Black shirt and leather coat and brown leather trousers with a craggy face that said he'd lived. Gold wolf stud earring. Sten. He'd rescued her.
     Her sex flared with an ache so strong she barely understood it. Wetness surged between her legs.     She saw herself impaled on him…curving back, breasts upthrust.
     What's wrong with me?
     Fear surfaced. She shoved the visions, the feelings, away. No. Never ever did she let her body rule her mind. The law, she followed the law, always.
     Under her back, rope crisscrossed and something hard, maybe rocks, poked at her, though some sort of cloth was between her and the earth. The sky above was blue, cloudless. Blink again. Half a mile away, she spotted her airship.
     "I'm awake, yes," she croaked.
     On her ship, she'd been screaming. Flashes came to her -- the bite of clamps on her nipples, men watching, avid, their mouths open as if they swallowed her cries of pleasure… She remembered the hot, near-orgasmic flood of desire. Why, though? What the hell happened? I can think. I'm still me. Zombie F? Can't be.
     Her rescuer put his hand at her naked shoulder. Even that made her jump and suck in a breath.
     "I have to take this last one off. Might sting." Above the clamp on her left nipple, Sten poised finger and thumb.
     The attached wire trailed across her breast. The pain bothered her little. His hand, though -- broad fingers, man's fingers, what they might do to her. She imagined him touching her cleft, sliding in. Her pussy spasmed and she bit her lip. What the… This is so wrong.
     "Wait!" She struggled to get her arms under her, to get some distance between her and Sten.     "Don't touch --"
     Understanding flared in his eyes, and for a millisecond, there was something else.
     "No? Why not? You need that off." Before she could react, he'd sat next to her and hauled her over his leg to sit between his knees.
     "Because --" With his arm across her middle, he kept her there. Wriggling made him hold tighter. She seethed, wriggled again, subsided. Damn him. "Because --"
     Being enclosed like she was, by a man, a hard, muscular man, sent everything whirling. And, out of all the men it might have been…Sten. From the moment he stepped aboard ship, she'd watched him. Suddenly nothing in her head seemed to work right anymore. Her thoughts, her emotions, her tongue were weighed down and drowning in warm jelly.
     "Because you're a frigging frankenstruct. Let go!" The words spewed out, and like a balloon accidentally released to the sky, she clutched at the tail end, knew the terrible error she'd made. She gulped. Why'd I say that? Awful, awful thing to say…
     Yet his only reaction was to rest his cheek against her hair and say quietly, "Oh? I thought as much. Leave this on and your nipple's gonna fall off. How about while I do this, to distract yourself, you tell me what happened up there?"
     He put his hand back where it had been.
     Fascinated by the sight of his fingers so close to her breast, she licked her lips.
     "Wait." Grabbing his wrist seemed as likely to work as telling an avalanche to stop, but she tried.
     As his fingers nudged the clamp, she gripped him tighter, realizing too late what her body would do.

Blurb for Lust Plague

Saving the world should be easier. When airship captain Kaysana meets Sten the last thing she wants to do is have mad rough sex with him while bound by ropes and clamps…but fate pencils in their appointment. The lust plague strikes. From her infected crew, zombies arise. 

With her ship gone, she must rely on Sten, a human clone, a man who has fought all his life to master himself. She despises his kind and detests Sten's growing hold on her. Though he never takes no for an answer, surely it's the plague that makes yes slip from her tongue like melted butter? Or should she blame her own traitorous heart?

Hordes of slavering zombies await them. Sten and Kaysana unlimber weapons, don goggles, and set a course for the origin of the plague. Yet victory will be hollow if they cannot also solve the puzzle of their hearts.

Lust Plague - released March 27th from Loose Id
Buylink: http://www.loose-id.com/Lust-Plague.aspx
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Holy Cr*p!  I'm fanning myself here!  Thanks so much for sharing that Cari! I'm off to find....something!

So folks - what are your thoughts? BDSM and Steampunk? Hot or what!

Put your toys away and leave a comment!

BDSM Week - Allie Standifer behind the doors of the BDSM club

Continuing the BDSM theme for this week today we have Allie Standifer talking about her field trip to a BDSM club. I'm so jealous! I wish I'd been there!  So without further ado - here is Allie's story:

Behind TheDoors of The BDSM Club
Mostof you have read this, but some didn't catch it over at the other blog. Soooodue to persistent demand for your reading pleasure I give you....(drum roll) mypersonal experience at an LA BDSM club.
Imade a special fieldtrip along with three friends to a BDSM club while in LAlast year. Yep, you read right. I went to a D/s playroom. If you want to hearit all continue to read. If you're afraid I'll spill some freaky stuff thendefinitely read on.
First off I will admit to having a few martinis before we grabbed our cab tohead out. The drive took around twenty-minutes or so before our sweet driverstopped. Since we didn't see a sign for the club nor could we find a plaque forthe address our driver hesitated to leave us on our own in North Hollywood. Theever-adventurous Desiree Holt took matters into her own capable hands andwalked straight into the nearest business. It just happened to be another clubthat advertised in bright neon colors NUDE GIRLS LIVE GIRLS NUDE. Yep, Deswalked in grabbed the bouncer by the arm and pretty much sweet-talked her wayinto finding out where we needed to go. Poor guy looked like he didn't knowwhat hit him. Most people are that way after a Des-attack.
     Turns out the club was tucked in behind this little white brick facade. You'dnever find it if you didn't know where you were going. No loud music, noshrieks, no blood flying, no sounds of whips, chains or whatever else you mightbe thinking. After promising our driver we knew what we were doing (LMAO) weturned to go in and found a little black gate that we unlatched and walkedthrough.
The first thing I saw was two smiling, perfectly normal looking people. Theywere very gracious, courteous and friendly. We each handed over our ids thenthere were some forms we had to initial and sign. Thankfully we had a lawyer inthe group. I waited until she read it, nodded her head and I happily scrawledmy signature along the numerous lines. Why the forms? Because the owners wantto make sure people know the reality of what they're walking into. This isn't ayuppie bar or some goth/vamp dungeon. This place was about understanding andcatering to a special need of some people. Not a bad, evil or wrong need, justdifferent. My philosophy of life? If you're over twenty-one, single, consentingthen go for it, baby. So long as you respect your partner's boundaries andneeds it's all good.
     So we past the gate, sign our forms, hand over our money and follow our guideinto a very new world.
     The ride side of the courtyard is taken up with a long portable table. The kindpeople use is church or bingo halls. Plain, serviceable and easy to clean. Ontop of the table sits duffle bags, suitcases and leather satchels. Having myfirst and last intelligent thought of the night, I immediately understand (it'slater confirmed) that these bags are brought by the members. They containwhatever toys or props they intend to play with at the club. No one uses orborrows anyone else's stuff, I think it's considered bad form. Can't say Iblame them. I'll keep my cooties and you keep yours…it really works for me.
     A bright cheery fire was the focal point as a group of people sat around, sippingwater and chatting about the cold weather and the Lakers. Major point ofinterests No alcohol or liquor is sold here. Nothing to impair anyone'sjudgment. However bottles of water, Diet Coke, Coke, Sprite and that type isfree to anyone who wants it. I grabbed a bottle of water and wandered. RememberI lost my voice so I couldn't talk to these people.
This was not my brightest idea and it wouldn't be the last stupid thing I didthis night.
So I wandered around while my so-called friends deserted me. We all made abathroom trip when we arrived then BAM it's Allie: party of one.
I, umm inhaled tobacco, while wandering. Listened to a few conversations andwondered why these people kept looking at me. Doing a quick body check, madesure everything was tucked out of sight, zipped up or buttoned, I couldn'tunderstand why these people were staring. Thought it might be my flaringtobacco so I moved to the other side of the white brick wall. Nope, all eyesfollowed me. Now I really started to get self-conscience. I'd showered beforewe came so I knew it couldn't be that.      Finally the genius that I am turned tolook over my shoulder at the brick wall & low and behold there was theanswer.
     Turns out they used the wall as a movie screen. My butt was placed smack in themiddle of their adult content film show. When I looked up my head ended upperfectly placed beneath the actor's 'happy spot'. Talk about being an idiot.Needless to say I scooted away from the wall and to the safety of a nice irontable.
Meanwhile I kept looking around thinking this is nothing like I thought itwould be. Where's the shouting, the pain, the blood, the black leather? I foundout, but that's later in the story.
     I need to backtrack here a minute. Thursday night as we all sat in the bar togetherand talked about coming to this club. One of our members said "You know, ifanyone gets hit on or invited to play I bet it'll be Allie." As this personknows more than I do about the scene I merely laughed, drank and wondered ifshe'd share whatever drugs currently pumping through her system.
     She was RIGHT. As I sat outside by myself, after being cruelly deserted by myno-longer-good-friends, a man comes up to me. Again, perfectly normal looking,good looking even. Older than me, but still well dressed in slacks, button downshirt and leather shoes. He comments on the weather. I, having no voice oralmost no voice, nod my head like an idiot and manage to whisper "Uh huh". Hetries to talk to me, poor thing, and I'm sitting there nodding because I haveno idea what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. Finally something he sayscatches my attention away from the porn flick playing to the side of me.
     "Do you play?" the man asks me.
     Several things run through my mind.
     No, I don't play an instrument. I have no musical talent, as my second gradepiano teacher will attest to.
     No, I've never gotten the hang of basketball. Too many people running after meis not my idea of a good time.
     No, I suck at poker because I have no poker face.
     Finally I manage to mutter, "Depends on the game." Thinking maybe he hadBattleship, a craps table or even bingo cards hiding somewhere.
     My sign "I'm a moron and lick bus windows" will be arriving shortly.
     This poor man just shakes his head, sends me a wink and tells me I can find himlater.
     Yeah, I know it's amazing they let me out of the house at all.
     When reality dawns on me I take off to the last place I saw my so-calledfriends before they left me. The first room you enter is called a private room.There are two entrances and one bathroom. BTW everything is lit with red orblue light bulbs, including the bathrooms. Weird I know, but I think it helpsset the mood and give everything a surreal factor.
     So I enter the private room, thanking every deity known to man that's it'sempty.    'Cause my luck…I'd walk straight into another situation and proceed tolick windows. In this room there are several tools. A large six or seven footpiece of wood drilled into the wall about six feet up with sets of rings oneach side. A queen size bed is position in the center with nothing but a fittedsheet. Across from the bed is what looks like an old fashioned holding stock.You know what I mean two large pieces of wood the top lifts up so you can putyou hands in the holes then locks down. This way your body is bent over and youcannot move anything but you lower, most likely naked half.
     All the while I can hear erotic music playing or at least sometimes its erotic.At other times it's Nine Inch Nails pounding out a beat you can feel thrummingthrough your skin. When you try to take a deep breath you inhale the spice ofincense burning. Mix that with the low mood lighting and you have a very potentcombination.
     This place not only is looking to seduce you body, but the rest of your sensesas well in a very intense way.
     Three steps leading to the big playroom are to the left of the bed and I makemy way over there. I open the door, step through and stop because what I'mseeing is nothing I've ever experienced.
     A man is strapped to a cross with his back to me, naked. While a woman lashesat him with a very scary looking whip. He cries out, but instead of moving awayfrom her he arches back to her.
     Another woman is lying face down on leather padded sawhorse, naked, gettingspanked by an equally naked man with a very large paddle.
During all these observations I'm frantically looking for my ship desertingfriends and not seeing a single one of them. This makes me very very edgy'cause remember I can't really talk and I've had two very good, but potent Lemon-Dropmartinis.
The music continues to pump out, loud but not so loud I can't hear the murmurof conversation around me. I stand there, trying to look like I know what I'mdoing when out of nowhere I feel a hand wrap around my arm and tug mebackwards. Back into a dark corner I didn't see and where I'm not sure I shouldbe going.
     Then I'm pulled back into the dark and pushed into a lush leather chair withSamantha Cayto's confused face looking down at me.
     "Everything okay?" The hussy had the nerve to ask me.
     Remember NO voice.
     I gave her the evil frog eye death glare, which she promptly shrugged off andturned her back to me. Scanky bitch (now said with love) I thought, but tookthe illusion of safety to finally look around me.
     This is where I found the screams, moans, leather, bondage and everything Iexpected and a hell of a lot more.
     Desiree Holt, looking way too interested for my sanity, sat directly to myright her eyes glued to the center platform of the club. The wooden floorcovered a roughly ten by twelve area and was so currently occupied.
     Two women, one in nothing but her underwear lay on a flat table, arms above herhead, legs straight down. The other woman, older with her hair in a highponytail, played a flogger with such expertise I knew years of practice hadgone into it. She wielded the flogger, whips, feathers you name it with skill.Sometimes she managed two whips at the same time, each flying through the airso fast you could hear the leather sing through the air, above the erotic rhythmof the music.
     The sub only moaned when the tools were applied to her skin. No skin brokeunder this mistress hand, only the blush of heated skin appeared wherever theleather landed. What surprised me the most in this D/s interaction were thetouches of the Mistress. The ponytailed Dom frequently ran a gentle hand alongher sub's back, shoulders and would lean down to whisper something in the otherwoman's ear. Sometimes they'd share a laugh or look, but you could tell therewas a connection between them that went beyond the games played in the room.
     A man's loud scream broke my concentration away from the duo in the middle.Looking to the left of me I saw an older man, naked, manacled by his wrist andbeing flogged by a woman dressed in a black leather cat-suit. This wasn't thesame give and take of the last couple. What I was looking at boggled my mind.The Mistress was waylaying on this guy's ass…well not just his ass but you getmy meaning. The harder she hit him the more he screamed and the more anxious hewas to get closer to her.
     As I said before I'm all for whatever floats your boat, but OUCH. Not so muchfor me. If I'm getting spanked it better be because I'm losing a game, nothaving a four inch paddle taken to my bare ass. Hell I even glare at my doctorwhen he sticks a needle in my booty. Me and my ass say thanks, but I'll pass onthat experience.
Determined not to look, but like a train accident, my eyes keep drifting backthere I see one last thing that I'm determined to never see again.
     A big ass knife. The kind you always picture being mugged with is now in theDom's hand. Granted I knew knife play sometimes came into the picture, butnever in a million drugged out fantasies would I have come up with this.
BAK (Big ass knife) held in the, please dear God, steady head of the female Domstroked down this man's very happy penis. It trailed down over every rigid veinuntil it stopped at his happy tip. Then then….oh my eyes…
     She put the BAK right into the happy hole & PUSHED! Hell yes you read right.The sub let his Mistress put the sharp blade into his only hope for urinatingnaturally for the rest of his life. And that was it for me and the happy scarycouple from hell.
Time to focus on action closer & less scary with no knives. And what do youknow I found our own Lynne Connely into the middle of a ménage.
     Brief overview so you can get the picture. I'm tucked in the corner chair withSam sitting in front of me, a wall behind me & to my right, Desiree Holtdirectly on my left and Lynne right next to her on her left. These are bigcomfy chairs we're sitting in. The kind you can curl up and sleep in on a rainyafternoon. It never, not once, dawns on me why these chairs are so plush or sobig. (Told you I had my last smart thought of the night.) Until I see what'sgoing on over at my partner in crimes corner.
     To Lynne's left a woman in more black leather, bustier & short short shortskirt with thigh highs. She's got one man on a leash & another in her lap.Much kissing, touching and groping are going on. Fine by me, my retina's arestilling burning from the whole knife issue. OUCH!
     Anyway I'm looking at Lynne, Lynne is looking anywhere, but at the threesomenext to her. Me, I love to stir things up. So when I happen to catch the eye ofone of the Gropey McGrope, I give 'em a wink and tilt my head Lynne'sway.
LMAO…Hey they left me. It's only right I get a little vindication out of allthis. Yes, I am that kind of girl.
     The next thing I know the two men have spread the Dom's thighs WIDE open, herskirt rides way too high and their heads are buried in her lush woman's heat(snicker). Remember the legs wide open part? Yeah, one leg is now over Lynne'schair pretty much in her lap. The longer this goes on, the more excited the Domgets, the more action her leg give Lynne. It's tossing, turning, flapping andgenerally all over the place.
     What does the plucky Brit do now, you ask? Simple she ignores it. Meanwhile I'msnickering behind my water bottle and mentally rubbing my hands in glee.Paybacks are such a bitch.
     And so is karma because the next instant Sam looks back and me then motions forme to follow her. Umm okay, didn't we just do this and I got in trouble. Yes,we did, but since I'm a window licker I follow her.
     Seriously folks, I'm not stupid. My parents had my iq tested as child just tomake sure. Apparently I'm just one of those people that's so smart their adumbass. Either that or the incense was getting me high.
     Sam led the way through the big playroom. Sounds of moans, screams, groans andwet sucky noises I refuse to identify follow us. We wind our way throughvarious couples engaged in D/s play. Some tied up, some leaning against walls,others bound with cuffs, rope or chains.
     Once we make it to the other side of the room there are only two seats left. Wegrab them, sit down and take in the new action going around. Too bad I didn'tknow the action would happen right next to me.
     The middle floor had cleared of the two females, now more props were beingbrought in. A very large man with a beard and ponytail took various whips,floggers, chains and other things I'll never be able to pick out in a policeline up, out of his personal case. He hung them on a rack, stroking them withgentle caresses that made me cringe. Something about it had me thinking I'd besafer outside, mute with the porno flick playing across my forehead.
     A table was set up in the middle but to the right of the beard man. A curvywoman walked up to it and sat down. A nice looking guy, older than me, maybehis early forties, followed. Next thing I know her clothes are coming off andhe's locking her down. This guy's kit looks like a fishman's tackle box oncrack. The thing is huge. A few minutes later I found out why and my poorlittle brain went SPLAT all over again.
When the sub on the leather table had no clothes left to take off, the Masteropen his case, pulled out a bottle of clear substance and rubbed or squirted iton the sub. The next thing I know the woman's boob is on fire and her Dom wipesit out with a stroke of his hand. The sub jolts off the table as much as herrestraints allow while the Dom soothes her with gentle strokes and somewhispered words. Oh but hell no, if I want to set myself on fire I can think ofeasier ways to do it that with a mini blowtorch while naked. And I sure as hellwould start with my breasts. Umm OUCH!
     The fire play continued and without being able to stop myself I kept watching.The thing of it is the sub never got burned. From what I understand NOW shecould feel the heat of the fire, but whatever substance her Dom used preventedany damage to her skin. Later I was told this takes a lot of trust between aDom and his submissive because face it one wrong move and say goodbye to anybody hair and I do mean any 'cause he didn't stop with just her chest. Thefire, literally, went lower.
Next up for my education two woman walked past me. One could have been a modelso I naturally hated her on site. The other was an older woman dressed in anice business suit. No clue what the hell these two were going to do sonaturally I had to watch them.
     Lucky or unlucky me the set up shop two chairs down from me. The model's handswere bound and looped through a steel hook coming down from the ceiling. Oncethe sub was in place the older woman stroked her sub's skin in such gentlemotions I wondered what the hell these two were doing here. Two seconds later Iknew. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK the Dom proceeded to open palm slap her sub's body.Breasts, thighs, ass, stomach the Dom hit them all and her sub moaned in pleasurewith every strike. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was louder than any of thewhips, floggers or chains. It sounds weird I know, but very very true.
Remember when I said karma would get me. Well, she did in the form of thecouple who sat right next to me. The man wore a kilt and made his sub sit athis feet. No biggie I thought. I have a friend that loves anything in a kilt.She would have loved this because I can now officially say from personalexperience I know exactly what is worn underneath a man's kilt.
     NOTHING.
     Oh and he was circumcised. Yep, I was that close and he was that happy. How doI know this because he fisted his hand in the woman's hair and shoved her facein his crotch? Oral fixation abounds in this place. Someone always had his orher head in someone else's business all the time. I pulled a Lynne anddesperately tried not to look, but hey a guy's getting head right next to me,sometimes you can't help but give it a quick glance over.
     When I did he made eye contact with me and sent me this slow sexy wink. OMG,this is THE guy from outside. The one who asked if I played and the one I madean ass out of myself with. And the window licker that I am didn't realize ituntil that wink. Aughhh! He tilted his head to his lap, asking if I wanted tojoin the love fest going on between his legs. Ummm, that would be no. You knowthanks for the offer, but nope not going to happen.
     I now know he grunts when he comes then hisses out a long loud breath all thewhile able to keep his eyes wide open & staring at me. My education isgrowing by leaps and bounds.
    Where is Sam Cayto in my time of distress (again) you ask? I'll tell you. Shewandered off to go look at another man being dominated with a very thicklooking leather whip.
     I have got to get friends with better Allie attention-spans. Left to my owndevices I'd be strapped down, ball gagged and set on fire and not as acompliant sub. Mostly because my smart mouth wouldn't know how to stayshut.
The happy couple next to me started getting louder, the spanky couple next tothem kicked their Smacks and moans into high gear then we had the knife couplereally screaming out across the room.
     In the very corner almost to a point where I couldn't see, but of course, beingme, I strained to look. I heard a woman's voice crying out and not in a goodway. When I looked beyond kilt man and his one-woman suction machine my jawliterally dropped. I closed it just as fast not wanting to give the winker anyideas about what I was offering.
     A tall thickly built man hovered in the shadows with a woman on her knees nakedbefore him. He had lengths of rope in his hand. My first thought, what a weeniethat woman is. The rope isn't barbed, knotted or bladed. What the hell is shemaking all that noise for?
     I should have stuck to kilt-man and the Hoover.
Rope, I know now, leads to binding. Binding leads to pain. Pain leads towell…pain. At least to me because remember I'm seeing all this for the firsttime as an outsider, graciously let into a private world most people will neversee. Personally for me pain, burning, whipping, smacking, flogging, gaggingdon't flip any switch I have. However, to some there is a certain security tohanding over all control to another person.
I've been told the rope binding is the most technical and difficult abilityamong Doms. It takes years and years of practice, not to mention butt-full oftrust from your submissive. You are restrained in such a way that there is nofree movement for any part of your body. You are bound, not just hands andfeet, but pretty much everything in between. It's such an emotional as well asphysical experience that when it was over and the Dom removed the bindings hehad to secure his female in a cage to recover.
     I watched to see her reaction once the male left her. She never moved. Not atwitch, foot tap, nose pick, not anything. She lay there so relaxed as if noone else existed in the room with her. It truly blew my mind. How do you getinto such a headspace? Why do you want it or need it, as sometime is the case?
I'll never know because that's not the type of person I am, but it doesn't stopme from wondering.
     Pretty soon I was told it was time to go. When I looked at my watch I couldn'tbelieve how much time had gone by. The dungeon seduced a person with the sheereroticism of passion and raw alpha power flowing through the air.
The four of us ended up outside by the fire while we waited for a loyal taxidriver to show up again. This time the owner came over to talk with me. Don'task! I've given up trying to understand why these things always happen to me.
She asked me not to leave. Her Beta Master was on his way. She wanted to me tosee his style and mastery. Only ten minutes until he arrived so couldn't I holdoff until then? He was complete alpha and she'd love to introduce us beforethey started their play.
     Honestly and politely I said I had to go. I came with my uh…cough…cough friendsso I needed to leave with them as well. She gave me her card and told me we'dalways be welcome if we were ever back in LA.
     Thankfully Sam showed back up. She'd been searching the kitchen for homemadecookies the owner makes. Once Sam said her thanks and goodbyes we left theirworld and walked back into the reality of Los Angeles.
     The moral of this story, girls and boys, is to never drink before going to aBDSM club, never lose your voice and most of all use a buddy system. Or elsebring better friends than I did!
     Those hussies thought I was off 'playing' or being played. Oh well I'd probablyhave left their asses too if they were dumb enough to wander off in a strangeplace.
     So there ends the tale of a nice Texas girl in a BDSM club in North Hollywood.I didn't even get a t-shirt. But I'll always remember my time there, not tomention the tendency to blush anytime I see a man in a kilt.

Allie Standifer
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I am laughing so much I have tears running down my face...but hey, it sounds very hot too!  Thanks for sharing that again with us today Allie!