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March 26, 2018
What’s Worse Than Faking an Orgasm? Fake Science Slamming Porn
Legislatures in Kansas have a lot keeping them busy these days. School funding is an enormous problem. Corporate control of the poultry industry and fighting pesticide-resistant noxious weeds are two more. But the legislatures of Kansas recently decided that their focus should be on something even more pressing: drawing inaccurate conclusions about porn, backing them up with fake science, and passing resolutions to deal with a hazard that doesn’t exist. Good on ya, Kansas legislatures!
[image error]While it’s tempting to blow off these nitwits with a chuckle and a snort, the problems they create with their puritanical agendas are all too real. As pointed out in a recent Huffington Post article, the Senate Resolution 1762 declaring porn a public health crisis is more ceremonial than anything, putting a stamp on conservative politicians’ ideology. It has no immediate bearing on the law. Yet what it does do is ellicit conversations that start on the basis of falsehoods and inaccuracies. Suddenly, like brush fires in a stiff wind, such conversations swirl wildly out of control, spreading their fallacies from water coolers to watering holes and beyond. Politicians pick up the baton, deciding they need to save us all from something that doesn’t exist and before you can say WTF we’ve got a resolution on our hands.
Beyond conversations where people quote falsehoods as fact, a very real downside of passing resolutions such as 1762 is that, according to Kansas Senator David Haley, it could “funnel precious funding toward what is indeed not a health crisis, when we really need those dollars for true health crises.” Like fighting the flu epidemic, for example. Kansas recently surpassed Missouri to claim the #1 spot in the country as having the highest percentage of people showing flu-like symptoms. And that, legislatures, is based on scientific fact. Not fake. Perhaps your attention should shift to that? Just sayin.
We all know the porn industry is made up of all things titillating and as such is simultaneously sought after and shunned. People are quick to denounce it while searching for free videos on RedTube.com. Those in the adult film industry can have life-long stigmas attached to them, as if they alone have cast the world into a cesspool of debauchery and corrupted innocent minds. And hey, we all have choices. If you don’t like porn, or think it’s wrong, or don’t want your kids exposed to it, have at it. That’s the great thing about a free society. We all have that choice. What’s not great is when others try to make choices for us by quoting “facts” that are untrue and twisting the truth to support an agenda.
In the case of the Kansas legislature, the measure it passed about the porn industry references a study supporters say backs their claims about the evils of childhood porn consumption. Except the “study” is actually nothing more than online surveys funded by the evangelical Christian church. As sexual psychophysiologist Dr. Nicolas Pause notes, such surveys are definitively “not science.”
What else do passing these types of measures do? They divert funding away from addressing actual health issues, thereby endangering the very children the fake science porn resolution is supposedly helping. And that’s not fake news at all. It’s just plain dumb.
Elizabeth Shore writes contemporary and historical erotic romance. She’s the author of Hot Bayou Nights, Desire Rising, The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires and (as Liz Madison) Season of Splendor and With His Promise. Her next release, Hot Bayou Fire, the second in the Bayou series, will be out in 2018. Release date announced as soon as it’s known.
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Sexy Saturday Round Up
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It’s spring! Finally! In the northeast it didn’t feel much like spring this week as we were slammed with another snow storm. Argh!!! Yet not to worry. It’s melting already and soon we’ll see buds on the trees and flowers in the ground. In the meantime, being cooped up is an excellent excuse for all kinds of indulgences, so give in, I say! Give in! And just like that walk through the tulips we’ll all be doing when spring actually appears, you can take a walk through the fun and fab reads we’ve rounded up for you this week.
Say “hi” to the raw cannabis smoothie – the next awesome superfood.
The true big boys of fashion: plus-size male models.
Need a workout, wanna do something for the environment – what to do?! Why, go plogging, of course.
So what’s actually inside that Mickey D’s shamrock shake?
Where are all the uncircumcised men?
From Madeline:
From Cosmo: Would you rather — a sex quiz.
Pucker up! From Lifehacker: How to eat Ass
From WaPo: Iranian woman are pulling off their headscarves in the streets! (If this doesn’t inspire your spirit of rebellion nothing will.)
From Jezebel: The male birth control pill is just around the corner — but don’t hold your breath.
Okay, who’s the a**hole trying to sow division amongst women? Some say Gen X women and baby boomers are telling Millennials to suck it up, buttercup when it comes to obnoxious dates. Not so, says VOX. And they’ve got a sexual harassment poll to prove it.
Jedi master? Try cunnilingus master.
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March 25, 2018
Sexy Sunday Snippet with Bonus Interview from Devon McCormack
Happy Sunday Lady Smutters. This week we’re here to please you with Kris Michaels’ guest post–an interview with Devon McCormack and a sexy snippet from his book, Jesse, from his BFF: Best Friend’s Father Series.
KRIS MICHAELS: Readers, it is my pleasure to introduce Devon McCormack! He is one of the authors I stalk. His books are H.O.T., and the stories carry that delicious hotness through a myriad of situations that hook you until the very last page. If you haven’t read his work, do yourself a favor and hop onto Amazon and pick up one of his stories. You will not regret it! Enough fangirling! To the interview!
Hi, Devon! Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed for Lady Smut’s blog. I have some questions listed. As you know, or I assume you know, I’m a huge fan of your work.
DEVON MCCORMACK: Thank you so much! I’m thrilled to be on the blog today!
KRIS MICHAELS: Please, tell us a little something about you.
DEVON MCCORMACK: Oh, Jesus, where to begin? I’m thirty in Grindr years, but that’s all I’m saying there. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my partner, who I affectionately dub as BF, and my little pooch, Brody. I’m an author, but the only thing my partner thinks I’m really writing is FB posts and comments all day long. LOL
KRIS MICHAELS: When was it that the thought struck you, ‘You know, I want to be a writer?’
DEVON MCCORMACK: I couldn’t tell you exactly when. I was writing as a kid, and I remember writing this really short story…I was probably like eight or nine…and I was like, “I need to get this published.” Of course, easier said than done. So I’ve been getting rejection slips from agents and publishers since way back then. And obviously, none of that was enough to discourage me.
KRIS MICHAELS: Do you write full time? What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
DEVON MCCORMACK: I am on my computer full-time, but I wish I could say that I was writing that much. 
March 23, 2018
Posh, Pink and Polite
Jet lag. It’s awful, isn’t it? I wondered if RARE London was going to be worth it. Hells yeah, it was.
RARE (Romance Author Reader Event) was a huge gathering. More than 1500 readers and 60 authors gathered for this three-day event (40 authors at the main signing and about 20 at the pre-registration party and the After Dark after party).
I was told most people come to RARE with a strategy — how to see the authors they’d like to meet, how to get the books home, how they were going to get from Point A to Point B, etc. My RARE strategy was to wander around like a lost puppy until I found Stuart Reardon. Last time I popped into LadySmut I told ya’ I was going to meet him at this readers-author gathering if it was the last thing I did. There he is below in all his glory. I got to touch him, friends. TOUCH HIM. Granted said touch was for a nanosecond–as long as it took for the kind woman behind me to snap the pic with my phone. But these hands touching the keyboard right now were around this man’s waist for one glorious moment. I was a good girl. I restrained myself and did not sneak in a lick.
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Other than that, I managed to get a few books signed and discover a few new authors, especially during the main book signing. It was well organized though there was no way on God’s green earth you could see everyone even if there were only forty authors in total. E.L. James, Colleen Hoover, Jodi Ellen Malpas and other big names required tickets to see.
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A crappy photo of the signing. Sorry. But it shows you how many people were there because, my loves, this picture captures maybe 1/8 of the room.
I know some people went home disappointed that they didn’t get their books or scrapbooks signed, but the organizers warned us and encouraged us to have a plan. Did you catch that about the scrapbooks? They were amazing. I signed so many!
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Virginie came all the way from France to see some of her favorite authors and brought a beautiful book for us to sign. This is the page she made for me!
I was one of the After Dark Party authors, though most people were far more interested in the bar and dancing than books at that event. I couldn’t blame them because 1) they’d spent hours at the main signing and 2) the party was held in the swanky Park Lane Hilton in Kensington, whose decor alone demanded parading around the room in high heels while holding a wine glass or taking over the dance floor.
Intrigued? Want to go to the next one? If you ever go to a RARE event, here’s some advice. Wear comfortable shoes. I don’t care if London is a fashion capital and that some people will show up in high heels to the after parties. I learned on day one that blisters and bleeding toes do not a fashion statement make, and the great yet challenging thing about RARE is that every event — the pre-reg party, the actual book fair and the after party — was held in a different location throughout London. If you’re someone who likes to hide in the hotel room until it’s time to go do something, you were out of luck at RARE. You were going to see some of London whether you wanted to or not. Over three days I took the Tube, cabs, an Addison Lee (their version of Uber) and walked miles. It was fun, tiring, and I kinda want to do it again — soon.
I got spend a lot of time with my fellow book lovers and authors, including my UK bestie, Rachel De Lune (who has a new release out, by the way, called Innocent Eyes. Like your steaminess with a side of dark? Click here.) I also got to meet Althea Romig and Julie Kent, and some wonderful friends I only knew online previously.
So, what else can I tell you? How about some things about London?
First, everyone was so polite and mannerly. I expected to experience the legendary British manners, but their demeanor was such a contrast to what I’ve experienced in the U.S. of late, I was often stunned into silence. Stunned. I mean, they ask before taking swag off an author’s table! If you visit the U.K. anytime soon, and if manners mean anything to you, you’ll notice how far down the lack-of-civility hole we Americans have fallen. Far, my friends. Very, very far. Enough said about that…
They also are the fastest beings on two legs. Seriously they walk faster than New Yorkers—and me! They also cannot be overtaken. Just for grins, while walking on Kensington-High Street, I tried to catch up to this one chick who whizzed by me. She was wearing high-heeled boots and yet her land speed record was not broken. She left me and my flats in the dust. Since London was colder (and drier) than expected, this may be one cause of the fast walking. Then again they get a lot of walking practice because holy shite, London is HUGE. Their tube system is massive, and their traffic rivals DC and LA. I spent 10 British pounds to go one mile in a taxi. Heathrow airport also is massive on top of being advanced, tech-wise & manners-wise (that polite thing again). It was a 20 minute walk to my boarding gate. Of course, the polite British have signs warning you of this fact. Suffice to say I logged my 10,000 steps every. single. day.
And ooo, the shopping at Heathrow and at their super mall, Westfield Shopping Centre was to die for. Gucci! Tiffany! Harrod’s! I was lured into many shops. You heard this hear first: Pink is going to the “it” color next year. Americans are generally one year behind in beauty and fashion from Europe. If the shops I visited were any indication, light pink (not hot pink) will be the color of the year here in 2019. Hey, being on trend is important, too. The only thing I could not buy was iced tea. Ice cream is everywhere, but they view iced tea as an abomination to the Church of Tea.
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Seen at Heathrow Airport, though I saw ice cream on every menu I held.
One thing about RARE didn’t surprise me. The romance world is the same all over. No matter where you’re from, we all geek out over books and book boyfriends. We can talk about books for hours! Romance readers and authors rock the world over. Now if we can only adopt that manners thing…
GIVEAWAY!
Like to color? For a chance to win this one-of-a-kind, limited edition of the RARE London 18 coloring book, enter here!
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Elizabeth SaFleur writes contemporary romance that dares to “go there.” Expect alpha males (and females), seductive encounters, and love. Learn more about her steamy and sexy stories by following her on Amazon and Bookbub.
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March 18, 2018
Sexy Sunday Snippet: Rewritten by Bronwyn Green
It’s Sunday…and you can depend on Lady Smut to bring your something hot. This week we have a hot bit from Bronwyn Green’s Rewritten, part of the Bound series.
About the Bound series:
What’s hotter than sexy accents, BDSM, and a bit of rope? Not Much.
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Book blurb:
Betrayed and completely exposed, she’d sworn off kink. Hell, she’d sworn off men. But she hadn’t counted on him…
One of the hottest voices in Sci-Fi, Angus Domhnull is renowned not just for his sweeping sagas, but for his stupidly gorgeous looks—and the fact that he’s taken almost five years to finish his latest novel. Now, assistant editor, Eliza Burrows, is stuck minding him, and his brooding nature is pushing every sexually submissive button she has. But even if Angus wasn’t her publisher’s star author, he’d be off-limits—after a painful betrayal, Eliza doesn’t play anymore, and she’s not about to start again with him.
Unable to deliver his long-awaited manuscript, Angus is saddled with a keeper—and her creative input—that he never asked for. Despite the resentment and animosity brewing between them, he finds himself drawn to Eliza. As he learns more about the intriguing woman behind the prickly facade, he falls for her, hard and deep.
When the attraction between them ignites, Eliza lets Angus bring her to one place she swore she’d never go again—her knees. He wants more than just her submission, but her past and the secrets she’s hidden could destroy everything…
Book excerpt:
“I don’t need a minder.”
Eliza Burrows stared at the top of the man’s dark head as she waited for him to look up and acknowledge her presence. He continued to tap away at this laptop keys as if she’d already left the room. When it seemed no further response would be forthcoming, she cleared her throat. “I’m not here as a babysitter, Mr. Domhnull.”
“Didn’t ask for you. Don’t want you,” he muttered, never looking up.
“Your publisher—”
“My publisher is a bunch of scabby bawbag sucking skivers.”
Her lips twitched, but she managed not to smile. Barely. It was nearly impossible not to be charmed by his heavy Scottish accent, not to mention amused by his word choice though. Not that he would have noticed as intent on ignoring her as he was.
“Well, that bunch of dirty testicle sucking idiots—or is it layabouts? Anyway, they hired me to do a job.”
He looked up at that, the intensity in his nearly black eyes almost stealing her breath. Or maybe it was just that he was so much more beautiful than she’d been prepared for. Sure, she’d seen his picture—who at Terra Ink Publishing hadn’t? But photographs had not done this man justice. Thick slashes of black brows sat above eyes so dark brown, it was almost impossible to discern the pupil from the iris. Long lashes framed those bright, dark eyes. Eyes that were currently assessing her. But she refused to let him see any weakness.
Instead, she smiled serenely and went on, “And that job is making sure you attend your panels on time and sober—”
He threw up his hands. “Show up guttered one time, and—”
“And,” she continued, “that you finish your book.”
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, pinning her with that inky gaze. “So, explain to me again how you’re not a minder?”
She refused to look away.
Angus Domhnull was basically the George R. R. Martin of the science fiction world. Well, the super-hot, sci-fi version of George R. R. Martin, anyway. Angus had been working on the final book in his blockbuster series, Dark Nebula Rising, for almost five years. He’d already blown deadline after deadline, and his fans were getting pissed. But not as pissed as his editor and the powers that be at Terra Ink.
So here she was—glorified babysitter—at least, for the duration of this tour. “Technically, my current job title is assistant editor, but I’ll be acting as your author assistant,” she said stiffly.
“Soooooooooo…” He drew out the word as he shoved his hand through his unruly curls.
“So, fine. I’m your minder.” She straightened her spine. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your hair while you’re working, and to make sure you’re where you’re supposed to be when you’re supposed to be there.”
He stared at her for a moment more then, obviously dismissing her, lowered his head and began typing again.
Stifling a sigh, she opened the file folder she’d been holding and laid several sheets of paper and one of her business cards on his desk. He continued working, pointedly ignoring her.
“That’s a copy of your schedule. There will be a car waiting at seven-thirty. If you need anything, my cell number is on the back of the business card.”
Turning on her heel, she walked toward the door of their adjoining rooms.
“Ms….”
She looked back at him as he picked up the business card, clearly searching for her name.
“Burrows?”
“Yes?”
“Close the door on your way out.”
Rewritten is out now and you can get your copy from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks.
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Bronwyn Green is an author, blogger, and compulsive crafter. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two children and four somewhat psychotic cats. When not frantically writing, she can be found binge-watching Netflix while working on her latest craft project. Find and follow her on Facebook and Instagram.
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March 17, 2018
Sexy Saturday Round Up
[image error]Hey ladies! It’s Saturday–thank goodness. We’re here to entertain and enlighten you with great news links to articles about love, sex, and gender-ific goings on around the world.
From Madeline:
Where do you fall on the Kinsey scale? It measures your attraction to men or women (which may be a little limiting/outdated for some of you out there).
5 Steamy reads you want on your nightstand.
Why women make themselves attractive–is it about men?
Signs that you are a Gen X-er going through menopause
Article advising women to stay single if their would be partner doesn’t support their career.
Why we choose ill-matched partners and how to stop.
Bruno Mars — who doesn’t love this racially ambiguous cutie? Here’s an article and video trying to pin down exactly what’s so problematic about Bruno taking home an armload of grammys?
The psychology behind ghosting and how to stop.
How to prevent masturbation from ruining your relationship.
Furry fetish — it’s not just for weirdos anymore. Inside America’s most misunderstood fetish.
How does society dismiss and demean stories by, about, and for women?
What your sex dreams are telling you.
Need to listen to something really loud? Something feminist? Alice Bag, “77”— a riot anthem against “The Man” and unequal pay.
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March 12, 2018
The Science Behind Dark Gothic Feels
by Madeline Iva
Hello lovely people! How are you? I’m pretty obsessed these days with one thing and one thing only: dark, gothic feels. I like all aspects of suspense–preferably set in intriguingly gloomy surroundings, and chock full of complex, morally ambiguous or hard to read characters. I love how gothic reads make the heart race from a pinch of fear, a heaping amount of romantic tension, and a bit pit of secrets. But that obsession has branched off into more basic question: If you’re feeling a bodily reaction to someone — is the other person feeling it too? This is often an underlying question in gothic romance, where Things Must Not Be Said. But how can we not question this in the times we’re living in?
I’ve had moments in the past where suddenly out of the blue, my radar begins pinging around someone. I’ve later found out that the other person was *really* into me at the time. Because of that, I’ve come to trust my inner radar–and my advice to friends is always: if you’re feeling it, it’s cause there’s something there.
Of course, I always add, the knowledge may not do you any good whatsoever. Most of us are not ruled by our heart or groin. With most of us, our head is firmly in charge. There can be multiple reasons–exponential reasons even–why the guy or girl in question may decide not act or want to act on the vibe between you. They may be committed elsewhere, they may think that despite chemistry you’re a dork, or crazy, or difficult, or for whatever reason you just don’t match (either inwardly or outwardly) what their head requires in a date, mate, or f*ckbuddy. 
March 11, 2018
Sexy Sunday Snippet: Switching Places by Morticia Knight
You are in for a treat! This Sunday we have a bit from Switching Places, Book 8 in Morticia Knight’s Kiss of Leather Series.
Kiss of Leather Series:
Kiss of Leather is the pet project of close friends and Doms, Gavin, Derek and Josh. As business partners, they envision the gay BDSM club to be the premiere destination for both demonstrations and play in not only Los Angeles, but the entire country. Designed to attract the most elite of players, Kiss of Leather is built from the ground up to their exact specifications.
Take a peek behind the gates which guard Kiss of Leather. It’s the club that promises a completely decadent experience to stimulate your senses – and that leads unsuspecting Masters and subs to their Happily Ever Afters.
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Book Blurb:
Tai has hit a wall in life. From all outward appearances, he’s the guy who has everything—looks, personality and money. But the modeling gigs are drying up and he still hasn’t found that special someone to call his own. The part-time work at Kiss of Leather is quickly becoming full-time to prevent the drain on his dream-business savings.
Elliot fell for the stunning Tai from almost the moment he met him. If he wasn’t so self-conscious about the weight he’s recently put on, maybe he could work up the nerve to make a move. However, not only is he a virgin who’s never done a scene before working in a BDSM club, but he’s also sure that Tai has a thing for Master Lucas. There’s no way he could ever compete with the handsome silver fox.
When Master Lucas confesses to Tai that he doesn’t only see him as a hookup and offers him a contract, there are a ton of considerations. They both realize that serious compromises would have to be made for them to have a relationship. But what if they found a third, a sub who could bottom for Tai and also do TPE with Master Lucas? Once the idea takes hold, Tai knows just the perfect boy for them both. Even better? He’s right there at Kiss of Leather, and Tai can’t wait for Elliot to turn them all into a throuple.
Book Excerpt:
Tai wishes Master Lucas wasn’t such an adamant Top, but he’s also crushing on the sweetly submissive Elliot. Could he have it both ways?
Lucas sauntered into the living room, flicking his gaze to the thermostat as he passed by to verify the temperature would remain cool enough, then reached the burgundy micro suede circular sofa that was the centerpiece of his sunken living room. The main theme was white, but the sofa, two round side chairs and the drapes were the color of deep red wine. He dropped onto the couch next to Tai, where he was flipping through his phone.
Lucas cleared his throat. “Do you suppose I could have your full attention?”
Tai widened his eyes, then tossed his phone onto the glass topped burl wood coffee table, the fake fur case keeping the clatter to a minimum. “Oops, sorry. Got distracted while you were in the kitchen.” Tai scooted closer. “But I didn’t get to finish my story yet.”
Tai had been in the middle of an animated tale on their walk back from the restaurant that involved a battle between him and his condo management company.
“I apologize.” Lucas angled his body toward Tai. “I suppose I was distracted right now as well. Tell me the rest.”
“Well, as I was saying, I have to move everything to the other side of the room for this shit, this improvement project, and I haven’t even finished putting the room together the way I wanted it yet!”
Lucas regarded Tai with amusement. “You’ve been at your new place for how long? A few months?”
Tai threw his hands in the air. “I know, right? That’s barely any time to get anything done. Now I have to undo what little progress I’ve made, make a mess and start all over.” He crossed his arms, sticking his bottom lip out. “So annoying.”
“I agree it’s annoying—”
Tai jumped in his lap and wrapped his arms around Lucas’ neck. “See? I knew you’d understand. Let’s fuck. I’ll go first.”
Lucas snorted out a laugh. “And subs accuse me of not being romantic. However, you cut me off before I could finish. It is annoying, but you brought it on yourself.”
Tai eyes widened as his jaw went slack. “Shut your mouth! I did not!”
Lucas had embraced Tai the moment he’d landed on him, so he kept a tight hold even if Tai was in the process of trying to wriggle away.
“Sit still for a moment, boy. Talk to me.” Lucas kept his tone even, but not commanding. He wouldn’t order any sub to share their feelings if they were set against it—that needed to come from them organically. He wasn’t against some strong encouraging, however.
“Why should I? You clearly don’t understand the situation.”
“Then help me to understand why it’s the management company’s fault that you haven’t handled the mess in your condo yet?”
Tai narrowed his eyes as if trying to determine whether Lucas was being sincere or sarcastic. “Well…I didn’t say it was their fault, per se. Just that it was really annoying.”
Lucas rubbed Tai’s back with one hand while still hanging on to him with the other. He didn’t know why the switch with such a big personality brought out such a need in him for more than sex or a scene. “So, what you’re really saying is that you’re irritated with yourself for not taking care of your clutter, but that the management company is an easy target because they’ve already wronged you in other ways.”
Tai struggled against him again, but with much less vigor. “I am not. I merely… They… You see…” He pressed his lips together. “The offer to fuck is off the table, mister. I don’t need more aggravation in my life right now.”
“How about more kissing?”
Before Tai had the chance to protest, Lucas claimed his mouth, pushing his tongue past Tai’s lips. They’d only kissed one other time, early on, and it had been scary enough that Lucas had avoided it ever since then. Tai hadn’t complained, so Lucas always wondered if it had been scary for him too. He rarely kissed men he was playing with, so he surprised himself by the move.
But Tai tasted so good, smelled so enticing. Lucas could breathe him in all day and lose himself in the man who refused to be a sub the way he needed. If only… He would rock Tai’s world. Cherish and keep him, not break his spirit at all if Tai would just give him the chance. But Tai remained adamant that he needed to dominate too. The situation left them at an unfortunate impasse as a pair.
Tai had yielded to him, though, and he took it as a good sign in a bad way. If Tai felt the connection between them the same way he did, then what sort of trouble were they setting themselves up for when they both knew they could never work in the long run?
They both finally broke for air. “Oh, all right. We can fuck.” Tai smiled at him with a glint in his eye. “Just don’t be a big meanie anymore.”
Lucas chuckled and pecked Tai on the nose. “Never.” He cleared his throat, wondering if he was about to set Tai off again. But it might work… “Have you ever thought about D/s, having a full-time Master?”
Tai gave him an exaggerated eyeroll and smirked. “What do you think?”
Lucas popped him on the butt. “Now, now. If you need a spanking, all you have to do is ask for it nicely.”
Tai wrinkled his nose. “Of what use is a nice spanking?”
“True. But you’re avoiding my question.”
Tai batted his eyelashes. It was something that had always annoyed Lucas when subs would use it on him. But for whatever reason, he found it adorable when Tai did it.
“What question was that again?” Tai ground his hardened cock into Lucas’ groin.
Lucas whacked him harder on his ass. “If you don’t want to talk right now, that’s fine. However, I’m not going to be a party to letting you use sex as a distraction from having a reasonable discussion regarding something I’m serious about.”
“Sorry. I just thought you weren’t into all that TPE stuff, so I guess I’m confused.”
Lucas nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. While I’m glad I joined Kiss of Leather, I’ve realized that I’m at the point in my life where chasing after a different sub every night is not my thing anymore.” He let out a sigh. “I just turned forty-five. In my younger days, TPE was what I would pursue when seeking out a partner. But the demands of my career made it too difficult to do right by my subs.” Lucas trailed his fingers along Tai’s shoulder. “Over the years, I made do with scenes and visiting clubs. Kept it simple. But not only am I done with chasing young subs around, I’m ready to build a life with someone, someone who I can see myself growing old with. And now that my company has reached the point where I can afford a management team? I’d like to explore a power exchange relationship again.”
Tai regarded him intently, his brow knitted as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Damn. Can’t say I was expecting that. But…” Tai’s frown deepened, his eyes glimmering. “You know that would never work between us, right?”
Lucas swallowed around the lump in his throat. Even if Tai could be a drama queen and indulge in knee-jerk reactions, he did have a certain emotional maturity to him that Lucas found pleasing. Tai was a dichotomy that added up to an exciting, enjoyable and sexy package, and Lucas hated the idea that they would likely go off and find other partners. He only hoped it would be later instead.
Switching Places is out now and you can get your copy from Amazon US, Amazon UK, and Barnes & Noble.
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Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern Oregon coast.
Find and follow her on Facebook and Amazon.
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March 9, 2018
Meow…Pet me, love me, I’m your kitten. Kitten Play 101
Cute furry ears, long beautiful tail, licking from bowls of milk, scratching, biting and being naughty–no, I’m not talking about the little creature you just adopted from the animal shelter. I’m talking about BDSM kitten play.
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The kitten is the sub, the master or owner the Dom. The kitten acts as you’d imagine: biting, crawling, meowing. The owner cares for the little one by petting and caressing, but also by punishing for misbehavior. What’s the special draw?
Kittens thrive on being cared for, rewarded and punished, but they also thrive on belonging and commitment. The pet and owner participate in a collaring ceremony that binds the two together as well as establishes the boundaries, privileges and responsibilities of the relationship. As with any good relationship, the two care for each other physically as well as emotionally.
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As for the boundaries, those are similar to ones outlined in many BDSM relationships, with the addition of elements regarding the pet aspects. How will the kitten be punished for misbehavior? Rewarded for loyalty and affection? What will the owner do to care for it? How obedient and loyal will it be?
Like other BDSM relationships, kitten play is based on trust, attention and equal dependence. Why this particular fantasy? Kittens thrive on being taken care of, nurtured and cherished, while also getting to put themselves in “kitten headspace” and behaving like the pets they are. The lounge, seek affection and get feisty when the mood strikes. Like with pony play and other types of animal play, many says it relieves stress, generates creativity, and gives them a chance to break from their human self and the complications of their daily life.
[image error]A while back, I did a post on pony play. Among other things, I offered some reasons why someone would incorporate animal play into their life. The reasons are both sexual and non-sexual, the same applies to kitten play.
Maybe you’re thinking its obvious why a woman who want to be a kitten. Who doesn’t love being taken care of while also getting to lounge around, sleeping and being enigmatic? But what’s the draw for man? Why would he want to be the master of a kitten? I have three words: Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman.
You’re intrigued. You need an idea of where to start. Want to know what type of kitten you are? Try this quiz. Alas, it won’t tell you what sort of submissive kitten play personality you may have, but taking the quiz will give you a break from that pile of work on your desk.
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Isabelle Drake writes erotic romance, urban fantasy, horror and young adult thrillers. Her latest story, BAIT, features a woman who hunts and sells zombies, can be found in the horror anthology Gone With The Dead.
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March 5, 2018
Kiss and Tell: Guest post by Christina Mitchell
By Christina Mitchell
I love first kisses. I love watching them and reading about them. Ennis and Jack. Logan and Veronica. Megan and Graham. Weetzie Bat and My Secret Agent Lover Man. So many swoons. But in real life, they aren’t always so wonderful. I’ve had a lot more more like Cordelia & Wesley than I have Buffy & Angel. Mostly because I tend to make awkward situations exponentially more awkward and my unintentional comedic timing is superb.
Here’s Cordelia & Wesley’s Awkward Kiss — in which we learn that lust and chemistry are not the same thing.
At 13, I was madly in love with the 16-year-old boy down the street. He wore ripped jeans and had an undercut with a curly blonde ponytail, like my beloved New Kid, Donnie. My diary entries dripped with love and hate, depending on the day. We played a naughty version of red light, green light, with his hand going further and further up my skirt until I shouted RED LIGHT right before he touched my panties. One day we were wrestling around and he picked me up and tossed me on his mom’s bed and gave me my very first kiss. I can’t fault his technique. I’m not opposed to the Me Tarzan, You Jane school of lovin’, but he went in with a bit too much gusto and jammed his tongue all the way to my uvula. Not prepared for literal tonsil-hockey, I shoved him off me, ran to the bathroom and dry-heaved. Which was a bit of a mood-killer. We never really flirted or spoke much after that and my poor diary combusted beneath the flames of my angst.
So I kept my lips (and uvula) to myself until I was 16. I flirted with a boy with a speech impediment who called me KWES-TEENA and wore his drum major bucket hat all the time, even with his t-shirts and jeans. My friends were like, CHRISTINA. NO. But I thought he was quirky and adorable. After two tepid weeks of talking on the phone, the manic pixie dream boy met me in an empty, dark classroom, and went in for a kiss. Don’t know why, but I panicked and jerked my head away at the last minute, and he ended up licking me from the corner of my mouth to my jaw which caused me to burst out into hysterical giggles that wouldn’t stop, until he mumbled an excuse and left the room. Can’t imagine why, but he broke up with me the next day.
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Too sexy for this hat.
Then there was that guy I made out with on the bus with the giant raver pants, chain wallet and Marilyn Manson t-shirt. And that other guy I made out with on the bus who didn’t wear raver pants, but did stalk me for a few weeks afterward–hey, we all have that summer, amiright?
At 20, I met a hot gamer. Yes, bucking stereotypes like a motherfucker, this guy was great looking, had his own house and played live action Mage: The Ascension at the most dingy comics shop in town. After game one night, I missed the last bus. It was snow-storming out and he offered to let me stay the night on his couch. I didn’t know how old he was, hell I didn’t even know his last name, but I said yes, because everything looks like a green flag when you’re young and horny. So we sat on the couch and talked for hours. The flirting got heavier and suddenly he yanked me onto his lap, dug his hands into my braids and gave me THE MOST AMAZING KISS I’ve ever had in my life. No offense to those who kissed me afterward, including my wonderfully kissable hubs, but this guy was a triple gold medalist in Tongue Curling at the Smooch-Olympics. I wish I could describe what made it so fantastic, but I have no idea. The whole time we made out, my brain kept crashing like Windows going straight to the blue screen of death.
Things got hotter and I remember feeling victorious. Nothing would screw up this magical moment! I wriggled around on his lap and my body got all tight and aching. Really aching. Unpleasantly aching. Wow, my stomach hurt. And then…I started my period. Yes. You do not understand awkward until you have your hand in a stranger’s pants and their hand is in yours, just as a rush of uterine hate sluices forth from your wretched baby-maker, turning the hottest experience of your young life into the most awkward encounter you’ll ever have*. We called it quits and he bid me an bemused goodnight. And since I wasn’t carrying a purse with me, I had to make a maxi-pad out of toilet paper whilst contemplating the folly of desire. Oh, and in the morning, he told me he had a girlfriend anyway.
It’s a miracle we humans ever try again, isn’t it? But try I did. Years later, on a second date with a nice guy I’d met on the internet, we were standing in a parking lot, outside of CiCi’s Pizza. He was being a total gentleman and I was totally over it. So I grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt and kissed him. He had the most delightfully glazed look when I pulled away and then he went for it, giving me a bone-meltingly slow kiss that made my brain short-circuit in a different way. When I said goodnight and got into my car, Nora Jones’ “Turn Me On” blasted from the radio. I drove home in a fog of giggles and swoons and wrote in my Live Journal that I was in “deep, deep trouble.” And I was right. I married that guy.
Still though, it’s rare for life to offer up a truly magical first kiss. That’s why we writers do it for you. That satisfyingly deep, dark vortex of desire, the surety of intent, the crashing of lips against each other without the corresponding chipping of teeth, is fiction at it’s best.
*Writing is my gift.
Christina Mitchell writes love stories that fall somewhere between the dark humor of David Sedaris and the sensitive lyricism of Metallica. Her first novel, How to Stay will be available…mumble mumble 2018? Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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