Felicity Brandon's Blog, page 22
August 21, 2013
The power of taboo...
Happy Hump Day one and all,
For my blog this week I have been musing on the notion of 'a sexual taboo', what the most common taboo's really are, and how powerful these remain today...
Last week's post generated some great discussion and in part inspired my thinking for this week, but I also recently took part in a 'Taboo' reading challenge in the BDSM group, and found this extremely thought-provoking. I was reading about a total power exchange relationship and had to consider whether or not this counts as a taboo..? For some people this scenario is an absolute 'no-no' and yet for others this is the preferred state...
The point is that what one person might consider to be 'taboo', another person may actually enjoy..! It's all extremely subjective!
Thanks to Josie Daleiden for sharing insight from her recent book. She is not the first to note that it seems infidelity is still a powerful taboo for many of us. This is perhaps a little surprising when you consider some of the other contenders...
Some which spring to mind are anal sex (still a powerful one I think), plus much darker ones such as incest and non-consensual sex.
I found this interesting article online, charting common female fantasies and how these link to 'taboo's'. It's not surprising (to me) that the so-called 'rape fantasy' finds its way to the top of the list, but this is still good food for thought... http://www.healthyplace.com/sex/psych...
I find this debate incredibly interesting. I like to push boundaries when I write and in doing so, I run the risk that I may offend part of my readership. This is not my intention, so maybe by understanding sexual taboo's a little more, I might hope to engage you all (rather than upset you!)
As ever your comments are all very welcome, so feel free to join in this debate with me!
Until next week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
For my blog this week I have been musing on the notion of 'a sexual taboo', what the most common taboo's really are, and how powerful these remain today...
Last week's post generated some great discussion and in part inspired my thinking for this week, but I also recently took part in a 'Taboo' reading challenge in the BDSM group, and found this extremely thought-provoking. I was reading about a total power exchange relationship and had to consider whether or not this counts as a taboo..? For some people this scenario is an absolute 'no-no' and yet for others this is the preferred state...
The point is that what one person might consider to be 'taboo', another person may actually enjoy..! It's all extremely subjective!
Thanks to Josie Daleiden for sharing insight from her recent book. She is not the first to note that it seems infidelity is still a powerful taboo for many of us. This is perhaps a little surprising when you consider some of the other contenders...
Some which spring to mind are anal sex (still a powerful one I think), plus much darker ones such as incest and non-consensual sex.
I found this interesting article online, charting common female fantasies and how these link to 'taboo's'. It's not surprising (to me) that the so-called 'rape fantasy' finds its way to the top of the list, but this is still good food for thought... http://www.healthyplace.com/sex/psych...
I find this debate incredibly interesting. I like to push boundaries when I write and in doing so, I run the risk that I may offend part of my readership. This is not my intention, so maybe by understanding sexual taboo's a little more, I might hope to engage you all (rather than upset you!)
As ever your comments are all very welcome, so feel free to join in this debate with me!
Until next week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
August 14, 2013
More sex please?
Happy Hump Day Good-Readers!
Being based in the UK I was very interested to read the results of the recent National Survey of Sexual Attitudes and Lifestyles in Monday's 'The Independent' (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/...).
The great news is us Brits are (finally) getting more open-minded where sex is concerned! Apparently we are "more accepting of sex before marriage, same-sex relationships and one-night stands..."
I appreciate that a lot of my audience is outside of the UK, so I am of course also interested in your opinions...
Do you think sexual attitudes have really changed? Is it really now socially acceptable for women to be promiscuous? And what about specific sex acts? Is anal sex still the taboo it once was?
For my part I think we still have a long way to go... I still meet many people with incredibly repressed sexual attitudes and frankly, it's often quite depressing! Just as well I also get to engage with lots of open-minded, sexually liberated peoples like yourselves... ;O)
Anyway, that's enough preaching for this week! I am in the middle of my latest tale, and it's time to get back to work! Check out my old blog posts for excerpts of my erotica and remember - let me know what you think - all feedback is welcome!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
Being based in the UK I was very interested to read the results of the recent National Survey of Sexual Attitudes and Lifestyles in Monday's 'The Independent' (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/...).
The great news is us Brits are (finally) getting more open-minded where sex is concerned! Apparently we are "more accepting of sex before marriage, same-sex relationships and one-night stands..."
I appreciate that a lot of my audience is outside of the UK, so I am of course also interested in your opinions...
Do you think sexual attitudes have really changed? Is it really now socially acceptable for women to be promiscuous? And what about specific sex acts? Is anal sex still the taboo it once was?
For my part I think we still have a long way to go... I still meet many people with incredibly repressed sexual attitudes and frankly, it's often quite depressing! Just as well I also get to engage with lots of open-minded, sexually liberated peoples like yourselves... ;O)
Anyway, that's enough preaching for this week! I am in the middle of my latest tale, and it's time to get back to work! Check out my old blog posts for excerpts of my erotica and remember - let me know what you think - all feedback is welcome!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
August 6, 2013
Time to talk turn-on's...
I'm giving the extracts a rest this week... and thought I'd (try) and start a conversation with you guys instead!
As mentioned I am always working on new material, and I know what I like to read/write about, but what about everyone else?
Hopefully you like erotica? Hopefully you like it scorching hot? And hopefully you want it laced with domination, submission and punishment..? But what else gets you fired up?
Do you like forced submission? A submissive being 'made' to comply and then really loving the experience...
What about deep-throating? I always love writing those scenes..! ;O)
And how about a good, hard spanking? With a bare palm, a paddle or a belt? And how should the punishment be delivered? Over the knee or in some other way?
I really love my work, but I want to write what you guys enjoy too! So, come on - don't be shy! Let me know what turns you on in BDSM erotica...
Feel free to comment here or e-mail me at felicitybrandonerotica@hotmail.com
Felicity Brandon
Fx
As mentioned I am always working on new material, and I know what I like to read/write about, but what about everyone else?
Hopefully you like erotica? Hopefully you like it scorching hot? And hopefully you want it laced with domination, submission and punishment..? But what else gets you fired up?
Do you like forced submission? A submissive being 'made' to comply and then really loving the experience...
What about deep-throating? I always love writing those scenes..! ;O)
And how about a good, hard spanking? With a bare palm, a paddle or a belt? And how should the punishment be delivered? Over the knee or in some other way?
I really love my work, but I want to write what you guys enjoy too! So, come on - don't be shy! Let me know what turns you on in BDSM erotica...
Feel free to comment here or e-mail me at felicitybrandonerotica@hotmail.com
Felicity Brandon
Fx
July 31, 2013
A lesson in respect...
How can it be Wednesday again?! Time is going so fast these days...
This week I bring you an extract from a short I composed some time ago, but has not yet hit my publisher...
I love your feedback, so engage with me and tell me what you think!
"It’s true I had been pushing my luck all night. I had probably been petulant. Perhaps I hadn’t properly been paying attention when you were speaking to me? I was certainly cutting; sometimes I can’t stop my sarcastic tongue before it starts… but none of it had been meant with malice, and so I was a little surprised to see your dark expression as we left the restaurant ahead of our friends…
“What’s wrong?” I had asked you warily,
“Get in the taxi,” was the only response I received.
At that point I had suspected that I was in trouble. All of my self-preservation warnings had been triggered, as I assessed you silently in the shadows of the taxi. You never reached for me during the journey. You paid without a word to me. You never returned my cautious attempt at a smile as we made our way to the front door. I was worried; and rightly so…
Once inside, you poured yourself a glass of something strong, and headed upstairs; gesturing for me to follow you. In spite of nearly every instinct, I duly did so. My desire to please you was stronger than them all. More fool me.
And so that’s how I came to find myself secured to the bed, naked, face-down, and absurdly vulnerable. I dared not refuse any command you’d given me. Be it for me to strip, lie down, shut up, or spread-eagle myself for my binds. Your tone was unforgiving, and made me both nervous and horny – an intoxicating mix at the best of times – but made worse by the two glasses of red I had enjoyed over dinner.
So here I am – bound and ready for you to abuse. You’ve said very little so far, but I know you well enough to know what you’re thinking… you’re musing on every little thing I’ve done which has rankled you tonight, and you’re going to use them all against me; punishing me and fucking me – exactly as you wish. And there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop you, and what’s more, I probably wouldn’t even if there was…
The waiting can be the worst part though… I hear you pacing behind me. Possibly retrieving things from secret places? Things to torture me with no doubt… but I am not able to see much from this position, and too damn scared to try and manoeuvre myself so that I have a better view.
After some unquantifiable amount of time, you pause by the side of me, tracing a finger leisurely down my body; from the curve of my breast, squashed under my out-stretched arm, down along my side, past my waist, and up over the curve of my right arse cheek. I shiver impulsively. It’s a very tender sensation, but I know it won’t last…
“How am I going to teach you to be more respectful, Jenna?” you ask, almost rhetorically. I feel my body start to tremble under your finger as you retrace your invisible line along my porcelain skin.
“However you choose, sir” I mumble into the pillow, selecting contrition as my best approach.
I think I hear you chuckle under your breath.
“Good answer,” you say slowly, “and so true…”
You pause for a moment, and I briefly wonder what is happening, before your hand comes cracking down on my behind. It hurts, but in truth the sound is more startling than the sensation, and the gasp I hear from my lips is based more on the element of surprise than the pain inflicted. But now I know… and I know there’ll be far worse to come.
You spank me again, and again, and again, and again; your placement varied and your stroke gaining in intensity. I draw in a long breath between my teeth as I absorb the pain starting to spread across my cheeks and my lower back. You wait for me to release the air from my lungs before you continue.
Crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack –
Your strikes come hard and fast now.
Reflexively I squirm on the bed sheet, not really trying to get away – I feel the pool of moisture between my legs after all – but somehow, unable to keep still.
More strikes follow. I immerse myself in the warm intensity of them, losing myself to you and your desire. I enjoy the surrender... I am not counting your strikes, but after further rounds of punishment, you stop; caressing my behind as though you are assessing the heat now coming from it.
“That’s just how I like it Jenna… just as your arse should always be for me: a glorious, rosy red hue.”
You almost sound admiring of your handiwork, but it pleases me that you are now at least, enjoying me.
“Yes sir,” I reply, “and thank you sir…”
I don’t hear you pick up the paddle, but I feel the coolness of the leather as you place it on my ass, taunting me…
“Now for the real deal, sweetness. It’s time to pay for that smart mouth of yours… You’re going to count the strikes for me, and while you do – think about why you deserve to be punished. Are you ready?”
I have no time to respond. The paddle flies into my now tender cheeks with a level of force that takes the wind out of me. I gasp, it’s more painful than your usual technique, or maybe my behind is just more tender than usual…?
“One,” I whisper, “thank you sir...”
© Felicity Brandon, 2013
Be good now... or else!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
This week I bring you an extract from a short I composed some time ago, but has not yet hit my publisher...
I love your feedback, so engage with me and tell me what you think!
"It’s true I had been pushing my luck all night. I had probably been petulant. Perhaps I hadn’t properly been paying attention when you were speaking to me? I was certainly cutting; sometimes I can’t stop my sarcastic tongue before it starts… but none of it had been meant with malice, and so I was a little surprised to see your dark expression as we left the restaurant ahead of our friends…
“What’s wrong?” I had asked you warily,
“Get in the taxi,” was the only response I received.
At that point I had suspected that I was in trouble. All of my self-preservation warnings had been triggered, as I assessed you silently in the shadows of the taxi. You never reached for me during the journey. You paid without a word to me. You never returned my cautious attempt at a smile as we made our way to the front door. I was worried; and rightly so…
Once inside, you poured yourself a glass of something strong, and headed upstairs; gesturing for me to follow you. In spite of nearly every instinct, I duly did so. My desire to please you was stronger than them all. More fool me.
And so that’s how I came to find myself secured to the bed, naked, face-down, and absurdly vulnerable. I dared not refuse any command you’d given me. Be it for me to strip, lie down, shut up, or spread-eagle myself for my binds. Your tone was unforgiving, and made me both nervous and horny – an intoxicating mix at the best of times – but made worse by the two glasses of red I had enjoyed over dinner.
So here I am – bound and ready for you to abuse. You’ve said very little so far, but I know you well enough to know what you’re thinking… you’re musing on every little thing I’ve done which has rankled you tonight, and you’re going to use them all against me; punishing me and fucking me – exactly as you wish. And there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop you, and what’s more, I probably wouldn’t even if there was…
The waiting can be the worst part though… I hear you pacing behind me. Possibly retrieving things from secret places? Things to torture me with no doubt… but I am not able to see much from this position, and too damn scared to try and manoeuvre myself so that I have a better view.
After some unquantifiable amount of time, you pause by the side of me, tracing a finger leisurely down my body; from the curve of my breast, squashed under my out-stretched arm, down along my side, past my waist, and up over the curve of my right arse cheek. I shiver impulsively. It’s a very tender sensation, but I know it won’t last…
“How am I going to teach you to be more respectful, Jenna?” you ask, almost rhetorically. I feel my body start to tremble under your finger as you retrace your invisible line along my porcelain skin.
“However you choose, sir” I mumble into the pillow, selecting contrition as my best approach.
I think I hear you chuckle under your breath.
“Good answer,” you say slowly, “and so true…”
You pause for a moment, and I briefly wonder what is happening, before your hand comes cracking down on my behind. It hurts, but in truth the sound is more startling than the sensation, and the gasp I hear from my lips is based more on the element of surprise than the pain inflicted. But now I know… and I know there’ll be far worse to come.
You spank me again, and again, and again, and again; your placement varied and your stroke gaining in intensity. I draw in a long breath between my teeth as I absorb the pain starting to spread across my cheeks and my lower back. You wait for me to release the air from my lungs before you continue.
Crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack – crack –
Your strikes come hard and fast now.
Reflexively I squirm on the bed sheet, not really trying to get away – I feel the pool of moisture between my legs after all – but somehow, unable to keep still.
More strikes follow. I immerse myself in the warm intensity of them, losing myself to you and your desire. I enjoy the surrender... I am not counting your strikes, but after further rounds of punishment, you stop; caressing my behind as though you are assessing the heat now coming from it.
“That’s just how I like it Jenna… just as your arse should always be for me: a glorious, rosy red hue.”
You almost sound admiring of your handiwork, but it pleases me that you are now at least, enjoying me.
“Yes sir,” I reply, “and thank you sir…”
I don’t hear you pick up the paddle, but I feel the coolness of the leather as you place it on my ass, taunting me…
“Now for the real deal, sweetness. It’s time to pay for that smart mouth of yours… You’re going to count the strikes for me, and while you do – think about why you deserve to be punished. Are you ready?”
I have no time to respond. The paddle flies into my now tender cheeks with a level of force that takes the wind out of me. I gasp, it’s more painful than your usual technique, or maybe my behind is just more tender than usual…?
“One,” I whisper, “thank you sir...”
© Felicity Brandon, 2013
Be good now... or else!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
July 23, 2013
In need of some discipline?
It's Hump Day again, and I am well-entrenched in my latest tale of submission... It's incredibly hot (if I do say so myself!), but is also darker than the last books...
I'll try and get a teaser on here soon - if people are interested?
For now, here's a snippet from
- because even good girls need discipline, right?!
You can read the whole story at Amazon here:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Disciplinary-...
"Wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, he pulls me to my feet, and begins to tear my clothes off me. His desperate need to disrobe me is so erotic. I remain passive, enjoying the sensations as he yanks and gropes my body. I feel so hot! He pauses for a moment, and surveys my body.
‘Megan,’ he breathes fervently, ‘look at you. Let me take in that pretty face; your shoulder line, the gorgeous curve of your breasts, your midriff and hips, and your wet, delicious hollow and glistening pussy lips.’
His eyes sparkle as he appraises me, and he reaches down between my legs. I feel my thighs tremble at this new touch. The air between us is charged, and I am so, so ready to feel him inside me.
He grabs me firmly, turning me around and pushing me down, so that I am bent over that substantial desk, my arse stuck out toward him.
Without warning, I feel the weight of his hand slap down onto my bare backside, the force pushing me further along his desk. Intense, warm pain floods the area, but I try not to move, and don’t make a sound. I have no intention of giving him the satisfaction.
He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow. He stops suddenly, again without a word of explanation.
I feel his weight leaning over me. I wince slightly as his trousers brush against my sore buttocks. Damn, why is this so hot? His lips graze the back of my neck. The soft kisses feel incredibly sensuous after the recent onslaught. They reach my right ear.
He whispers, ‘Finger yourself, Megan I want to see your fingers inside your pussy, reminding you why you’re being disciplined.’
I’ve felt the excitement building in me for so long that I don’t wait for him to change his mind. I move my right hand from my side, and reach down between my legs, finding my swollen pussy. I am absolutely soaking with desire. I don’t remember having ever been this wet before. The shameful realisation makes me even hornier."
"Disciplinary Action", Xcite Books, 2012.
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
I'll try and get a teaser on here soon - if people are interested?
For now, here's a snippet from
- because even good girls need discipline, right?!You can read the whole story at Amazon here:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Disciplinary-...
"Wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, he pulls me to my feet, and begins to tear my clothes off me. His desperate need to disrobe me is so erotic. I remain passive, enjoying the sensations as he yanks and gropes my body. I feel so hot! He pauses for a moment, and surveys my body.
‘Megan,’ he breathes fervently, ‘look at you. Let me take in that pretty face; your shoulder line, the gorgeous curve of your breasts, your midriff and hips, and your wet, delicious hollow and glistening pussy lips.’
His eyes sparkle as he appraises me, and he reaches down between my legs. I feel my thighs tremble at this new touch. The air between us is charged, and I am so, so ready to feel him inside me.
He grabs me firmly, turning me around and pushing me down, so that I am bent over that substantial desk, my arse stuck out toward him.
Without warning, I feel the weight of his hand slap down onto my bare backside, the force pushing me further along his desk. Intense, warm pain floods the area, but I try not to move, and don’t make a sound. I have no intention of giving him the satisfaction.
He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow. He stops suddenly, again without a word of explanation.
I feel his weight leaning over me. I wince slightly as his trousers brush against my sore buttocks. Damn, why is this so hot? His lips graze the back of my neck. The soft kisses feel incredibly sensuous after the recent onslaught. They reach my right ear.
He whispers, ‘Finger yourself, Megan I want to see your fingers inside your pussy, reminding you why you’re being disciplined.’
I’ve felt the excitement building in me for so long that I don’t wait for him to change his mind. I move my right hand from my side, and reach down between my legs, finding my swollen pussy. I am absolutely soaking with desire. I don’t remember having ever been this wet before. The shameful realisation makes me even hornier."
"Disciplinary Action", Xcite Books, 2012.
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
July 16, 2013
Another peek into the woods...
This week I've decided to include another scorching snippet from The Abduction to whet your whistle!
Picture the scene if you will... Finally after having three other men, Vicky follows her husband into the woods...
"He gestures towards a giant tree stump over to our left, and moves me gently towards the designated spot. It occurs to me how well he has thought this through. The base of the old tree is perfect. It has been weathered to the point of being smooth and sanded, and has a number of smaller accompanying roots jutted around it. I realise that Mike intends to tether me to these. I shiver at the prospect, and take a deep breath. I know that I owe him this one, and I fully intend to make sure he is as satisfied as me. More than that though, I want to feel him inside me. I am ready to feel his hard cock inside my unexploited arse.
...A dangerous flicker of energy passes between us, and I see his pupils dilate as arousal floods his body. His mouth finds me aggressively, and his lips close around mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth; claiming me. I melt into the kiss, aware that his hungry cock will soon be mirroring the actions of his hot tongue, but this time in my tight arsehole.
The kiss ends as abruptly as it was initiated and Mike pulls away from me, gathering up some rope he must have taken from the car.
“Turn around, and bend over the tree...”
Brandon, Felicity (2013-04-22). The Abduction (Kindle Location 160). Wildheart Books. Kindle Edition.
Grab your copy now on Amazon!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CHQV6I0
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CHQV6I0
Until next week, have fun in the sun! ;O)
Felicity Brandon
Fx
Picture the scene if you will... Finally after having three other men, Vicky follows her husband into the woods...
"He gestures towards a giant tree stump over to our left, and moves me gently towards the designated spot. It occurs to me how well he has thought this through. The base of the old tree is perfect. It has been weathered to the point of being smooth and sanded, and has a number of smaller accompanying roots jutted around it. I realise that Mike intends to tether me to these. I shiver at the prospect, and take a deep breath. I know that I owe him this one, and I fully intend to make sure he is as satisfied as me. More than that though, I want to feel him inside me. I am ready to feel his hard cock inside my unexploited arse.
...A dangerous flicker of energy passes between us, and I see his pupils dilate as arousal floods his body. His mouth finds me aggressively, and his lips close around mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth; claiming me. I melt into the kiss, aware that his hungry cock will soon be mirroring the actions of his hot tongue, but this time in my tight arsehole.
The kiss ends as abruptly as it was initiated and Mike pulls away from me, gathering up some rope he must have taken from the car.
“Turn around, and bend over the tree...”
Brandon, Felicity (2013-04-22). The Abduction (Kindle Location 160). Wildheart Books. Kindle Edition.
Grab your copy now on Amazon!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CHQV6I0
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CHQV6I0
Until next week, have fun in the sun! ;O)
Felicity Brandon
Fx
July 10, 2013
Fancy a five-some..?
Summer has finally arrived here in the UK! It makes me think about acting out some sordid 'outdoor sex' fantasy!! ;O) Speaking of which, check out this hot excerpt from The Abduction, available for your kindle now on Amazon!
“Hey gorgeous,” he starts, surveying my body appreciatively.
I realise that my skirt has ridden up my tummy in the struggle, and now my stockings and pants are on show for all to see.
“Are you ready to have some fun?”
Despite my predicament, I have to smile at him. His eyes are dancing with excitement at the prospect of me, and to think I was the one who had to talk him into this!
“Hi Mike,” I reply, my voice already edgy with brimming desire.
“That’s sir from now on Vicky, are we clear?”
“Yes sir”.
I squirm at the word. It appeals to every submissive bone in my body, and yet it still feels unnatural saying it to my own husband. After all, I hadn’t even promised to obey him in our wedding vows. When I had first told Mike about my fantasy to be abducted, used and abused, I never expected it to really happen… And now it is rolling out in front of me, I can barely believe it…
Brandon, Felicity (2013-04-22). The Abduction (Kindle Locations 32-34). Wildheart Books. Kindle Edition.
Enjoy the sunshine!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
“Hey gorgeous,” he starts, surveying my body appreciatively.
I realise that my skirt has ridden up my tummy in the struggle, and now my stockings and pants are on show for all to see.
“Are you ready to have some fun?”
Despite my predicament, I have to smile at him. His eyes are dancing with excitement at the prospect of me, and to think I was the one who had to talk him into this!
“Hi Mike,” I reply, my voice already edgy with brimming desire.
“That’s sir from now on Vicky, are we clear?”
“Yes sir”.
I squirm at the word. It appeals to every submissive bone in my body, and yet it still feels unnatural saying it to my own husband. After all, I hadn’t even promised to obey him in our wedding vows. When I had first told Mike about my fantasy to be abducted, used and abused, I never expected it to really happen… And now it is rolling out in front of me, I can barely believe it…
Brandon, Felicity (2013-04-22). The Abduction (Kindle Locations 32-34). Wildheart Books. Kindle Edition.
Enjoy the sunshine!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
July 2, 2013
Turn on's in erotica...
This week my 'Hump Day' post is more like a mid-week muse. I've been working on a new book, and have been considering various plot lines and scenario's. It got me thinking about which types of hot sex to include and what people like to read about?
Of course there are plenty of flavours for everyone, but my stories tend to include D/s kink, with some bondage, humiliation and/or spankings. These are my favourite flavours, but I am also keen to taste some new ones! ;O)
What does everyone think? What gets you hot under the collar in BDSM romance and erotica?
I'd love to start a discussion on this, and who knows - perhaps I can whip your idea into shape for my latest characters to enjoy/endure..?!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
Of course there are plenty of flavours for everyone, but my stories tend to include D/s kink, with some bondage, humiliation and/or spankings. These are my favourite flavours, but I am also keen to taste some new ones! ;O)
What does everyone think? What gets you hot under the collar in BDSM romance and erotica?
I'd love to start a discussion on this, and who knows - perhaps I can whip your idea into shape for my latest characters to enjoy/endure..?!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
June 25, 2013
The writing desk...
Hello!
It's Hump Day again and with Customer Service
hitting kindles everywhere this week, I am finally back to my faithful writing desk!
Firstly let me say a huge thank you to everyone for their interest in Customer Service. It was tonnes of fun to write and it's great to hear such positivity from those of you who have read it!
Now onwards... I thought I'd include a snippet from the various on-going shorts and novella's I have. In this extract Jenna meets Pete for the first time... ;O)
.........................................
Buoyed by red wine and his obvious interest in me, I remember the fatal words that had left my lips…
“Wasn’t there a famous philosopher once who said that pain actually gives our lives meaning? Perhaps Duncan was trying to be meaningful…?”
As I mused out loud, I saw a flicker of something dark in his eyes. I liked it.
“Was there?” he asked, moving towards me, and leaning against the counter next to me. “Well, never mind about Duncan, Jenna. How would you like me to give your life some new meaning?”
I blinked up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly, but knowing instinctively that I had. He met my eyes, assessing my responses very carefully. The truth was that the idea of Pete making my life meaningful was utterly alluring… too alluring actually. But I could never have articulated that to him… not so soon.
“Oh, is that what you’re into?” I replied, in my most light-hearted and sardonic tone. “You want to put me over your knee and spank me?”
As I asked the question, the image filled my mind, and I felt my sex liquefy at the prospect.
Pete raised one eyebrow at me, still smiling.
“Only if you wanted me to…” he said.
His voice was level and smooth. He was totally in control, whilst I felt like the room was starting to spin, and this time it wasn’t the red wine. I actually gulped – I couldn’t help it. I felt myself blushing at the realisation that this conversation was actually happening, and I was really enjoying it. I felt the colour crawl up my chest and neck, to my face.
He chuckled softly; obviously enjoying the effect he was having on me, and reached for my face. Gently, he traced his thumb down my flushed skin. His penetrating stare held me there, as he moved closer, brushing my hair back from my neck, and tracing an invisible line down from my cheek. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was happily transfixed by this man – this complete stranger.
“Jenna, you are so hot,” he exclaimed, “and I really mean that!”
He smiled again, and it was just enough to break the now palpable tension between us. We laughed together, but even I could hear the edgy tension in my voice.
Pete took a step back, and turned to pour himself a drink.
“I’m sorry,” he said, facing me again, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I stared at him evenly; feeling for the first time that I was not on the back foot.
“Yes, you did,” I answered, “and don’t be sorry – I liked it.”
© Brandon 2013
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
It's Hump Day again and with Customer Service
hitting kindles everywhere this week, I am finally back to my faithful writing desk!Firstly let me say a huge thank you to everyone for their interest in Customer Service. It was tonnes of fun to write and it's great to hear such positivity from those of you who have read it!
Now onwards... I thought I'd include a snippet from the various on-going shorts and novella's I have. In this extract Jenna meets Pete for the first time... ;O)
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Buoyed by red wine and his obvious interest in me, I remember the fatal words that had left my lips…
“Wasn’t there a famous philosopher once who said that pain actually gives our lives meaning? Perhaps Duncan was trying to be meaningful…?”
As I mused out loud, I saw a flicker of something dark in his eyes. I liked it.
“Was there?” he asked, moving towards me, and leaning against the counter next to me. “Well, never mind about Duncan, Jenna. How would you like me to give your life some new meaning?”
I blinked up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly, but knowing instinctively that I had. He met my eyes, assessing my responses very carefully. The truth was that the idea of Pete making my life meaningful was utterly alluring… too alluring actually. But I could never have articulated that to him… not so soon.
“Oh, is that what you’re into?” I replied, in my most light-hearted and sardonic tone. “You want to put me over your knee and spank me?”
As I asked the question, the image filled my mind, and I felt my sex liquefy at the prospect.
Pete raised one eyebrow at me, still smiling.
“Only if you wanted me to…” he said.
His voice was level and smooth. He was totally in control, whilst I felt like the room was starting to spin, and this time it wasn’t the red wine. I actually gulped – I couldn’t help it. I felt myself blushing at the realisation that this conversation was actually happening, and I was really enjoying it. I felt the colour crawl up my chest and neck, to my face.
He chuckled softly; obviously enjoying the effect he was having on me, and reached for my face. Gently, he traced his thumb down my flushed skin. His penetrating stare held me there, as he moved closer, brushing my hair back from my neck, and tracing an invisible line down from my cheek. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was happily transfixed by this man – this complete stranger.
“Jenna, you are so hot,” he exclaimed, “and I really mean that!”
He smiled again, and it was just enough to break the now palpable tension between us. We laughed together, but even I could hear the edgy tension in my voice.
Pete took a step back, and turned to pour himself a drink.
“I’m sorry,” he said, facing me again, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I stared at him evenly; feeling for the first time that I was not on the back foot.
“Yes, you did,” I answered, “and don’t be sorry – I liked it.”
© Brandon 2013
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
June 19, 2013
Customer Service... T - 5 days and counting!
Hello, hello!
It's nearly the end of June, if you can believe it?! Half a year gone, but I am busier than ever - writing away and promoting my new short story "Customer Service". It's released next Monday (24th June) and I'll have the links on here as soon as I can!
In excited anticipation of its imminent publication, my blog this week will include a taster of what's to come... I really hope you enjoy and DO get in touch with me if you have any opinions to share!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
"...faster than lightning, she’s eye to eye with me again.
“Let me make this easy for you Polly. You can be a good girl and do as you’re told in my house, or there’s the door,” she gestures behind her theatrically, “you can use it. Believe me; I won’t think any less of you.”
Her tone is scornful and leaves me reeling. I consider my options. I don’t want to leave. I may not understand my attraction to Rachel but it’s certainly real. Can I really demean myself so entirely by kneeling at her request though? The ache between my legs goads me and I swallow my pride. Silently, I leave the sofa and fall to my knees by her glamorous golden sandals. I lower my eyes, not wanting to meet her derisive gaze.
“Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.
“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…”
Her words are a sensual threat and a strong wave of desire crashes through me, flooding my already soaked panties. Rachel grips my hair tightly. It doesn’t hurt but it gets my attention and I tentatively raise my eyes to look at her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Polly?”
“Yes…” I don’t recognise the croaky need in my own voice.
She smiles again; clearly amused by my predicament.
“Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.”
I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do – absolutely – want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so much…
“Yes, mistress,” I say.
“Good girl,” purrs Rachel reassuringly.
“Follow me over to the dining table, but stay on your hands and knees Polly. It’s a good reminder of your place.”
“Yes, mistress,” I repeat, absorbing her words. But more than that... I am amazed by how good it feels – submitting to Rachel this way. I feel my wetness spreading down my thighs and revel in my own sweet arousal.
I follow her footsteps, crawling on my hands and knees behind her. She turns as she nears the table and watches me admiringly. Then, pulling out a large, wooden chair, she sits regally as I continue my humiliating crossing.
“Very nice Polly,” she enthuses. “You look fabulous down there, and you’ll look even better out of that dress… come here and strip for me...”
It's nearly the end of June, if you can believe it?! Half a year gone, but I am busier than ever - writing away and promoting my new short story "Customer Service". It's released next Monday (24th June) and I'll have the links on here as soon as I can!
In excited anticipation of its imminent publication, my blog this week will include a taster of what's to come... I really hope you enjoy and DO get in touch with me if you have any opinions to share!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
"...faster than lightning, she’s eye to eye with me again.
“Let me make this easy for you Polly. You can be a good girl and do as you’re told in my house, or there’s the door,” she gestures behind her theatrically, “you can use it. Believe me; I won’t think any less of you.”
Her tone is scornful and leaves me reeling. I consider my options. I don’t want to leave. I may not understand my attraction to Rachel but it’s certainly real. Can I really demean myself so entirely by kneeling at her request though? The ache between my legs goads me and I swallow my pride. Silently, I leave the sofa and fall to my knees by her glamorous golden sandals. I lower my eyes, not wanting to meet her derisive gaze.
“Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.
“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…”
Her words are a sensual threat and a strong wave of desire crashes through me, flooding my already soaked panties. Rachel grips my hair tightly. It doesn’t hurt but it gets my attention and I tentatively raise my eyes to look at her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Polly?”
“Yes…” I don’t recognise the croaky need in my own voice.
She smiles again; clearly amused by my predicament.
“Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.”
I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do – absolutely – want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so much…
“Yes, mistress,” I say.
“Good girl,” purrs Rachel reassuringly.
“Follow me over to the dining table, but stay on your hands and knees Polly. It’s a good reminder of your place.”
“Yes, mistress,” I repeat, absorbing her words. But more than that... I am amazed by how good it feels – submitting to Rachel this way. I feel my wetness spreading down my thighs and revel in my own sweet arousal.
I follow her footsteps, crawling on my hands and knees behind her. She turns as she nears the table and watches me admiringly. Then, pulling out a large, wooden chair, she sits regally as I continue my humiliating crossing.
“Very nice Polly,” she enthuses. “You look fabulous down there, and you’ll look even better out of that dress… come here and strip for me...”
