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Rapunzel is in trouble on #WIP Wednesday!

Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share another snippet with you. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek lovelies!

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Finally, the television went black for a moment, and then a single scene played on the screen. It was her father standing outside of The Tower, speaking to a gathering of reporters. “My inspiration for what I do with Monarch Systems? Well, I want a better world for my daughter. She’s my everything. Without her – I’d have nothing.”

The television clicked off and bright lights turned on from either side of the television, effectively blinding her. “Dammit!” She flinched, closing her eyes tight as she heard a door open somewhere to her left. It shut again, the sound heavy and metal. Rebecca tried to look, but the bright lights were impossible to see through.

“Did you hear that, Rapunzel? You’re his everything.” The low voice was slowly moving behind her, and then a large hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed just enough to make her heart stumble over itself in an effort to speed up. “Tell me, how do you think he’s going to feel when he gets that first video?”

“Fuck you,” she spat, and he yanked her head back, tilting her chin up so she could see the mask again.

“I already fucked you, and you came like the little whore you are.”

She tried to struggle, but only rewarded herself with pain as the cuffs tore at her skin and his grip tightened further around her throat. “What do you want from me?” she whispered through the strain.

“What do I want? I want your father to suffer. I want to see him ruined like he’s ruined the lives of so many others.” He grabbed her chin and forced her head back further, making her back arch painfully. “And you’re going to help me, Rapunzel.”

“My name is Rebecca,” she hissed.

“Oh, but daddy dearest always calls you Rapunzel, doesn’t he?” It sent a shudder through her that he knew that fact. How long had he been watching them? Watching her?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me, I know everything, princess. Remember that. Now, you have a task to perform.” He let her go and she rolled her neck to ease the ache as tiny red dots sprang to life in the ceiling. One directly in front of her, two in the corners, and as she turned she saw they went all the way around. Every angle covered.

This can’t be happening.

The man stepped behind her again, leaning down to speak directly into her ear, “Go on, talk to him. Tell him how much you want to come home.”

She pressed her lips together, clenching her jaw tight, and he sighed.

“Now,” he hissed, a large hand gripping the back of her neck.

“No.” She pushed the word through gritted teeth, and he dug his fingers into her skin for a moment before he released her with a shove. His footsteps were heavy across the floor, as if he were still in boots, but she wasn’t playing into the kidnapping game. She wouldn’t beg for him.

The door creaked open, and then slammed hard.

She swallowed, her eyes blurring against the fiercely bright lights as she tried her best to twist and see the rest of the room. Concrete, empty concrete everywhere, and corners cast into dark shadows. Pulling in a deep breath she grabbed onto one cuff and tried to force her hand through it, but as she strained the pain became too much and she stopped with a whine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What would he do next?

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Now that Rapunzel has been taken from The Tower, there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Infamous Love’ from Livia Grant!

This is a book I’ve been waiting to come out because I read the original novella that inspired this like a year ago and fell so in love with Emma and Jaxson and Chase that I didn’t want their story to end. As anyone who follows me knows, Livia Grant and I are close friends and that means I got to be right next to her as she was writing this extended, full-length novel of the story. First of all, it is some majorly hot MMF menage erotica, but EVEN BETTER it is the prequel book for a brand new series that Livia and I and many other of your favorite authors will be delivering throughout 2017. So… don’t miss it! Check out this teaser below.

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Infamous Love (A Black Light Prequel)

‘Their love might be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi’

When curvy grad student Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The last people she expects to come to her aide at the train station are two high-demand fashion models in France for a photo shoot. Sparks fly between the threesome as they speed towards Paris in their private car.

Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the dominant men’s arms over one hot weekend turns her into a woman. Walking away from her lovers to return to her average life in Wisconsin is one of the hardest things she’s ever done.

Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright have been best friends and business partners for years. As A-list models they are treated like royalty wherever they go, by everyone they meet, which is why their down-to-earth submissive grad student, Emma, is something special. The men have been seeking a way to turn their friendship into a romance, and Emma is the perfect missing ingredient to make that happen.

Can a romance that started as a fun summer fling turn into something long lasting for the trio? Will Jaxson’s powerful father ruin their chance at their own happily ever after? Find out this and more in this sexy, exciting ménage novel where love might really be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi.

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Teaser

The men sandwiched her between them in the back seat on the drive, taking turns mauling her as if they hadn’t just had wild sex multiple times in the last few hours. Not one to sit idle, she put both her hands to work stroking their semi-hard cocks through their slacks until each man was groaning with renewed need.

She should have been mortified when she met the driver’s curious eyes in the rearview mirror, but in that moment, Emma felt pure power. As the driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat while they waited for a traffic light, she realized she was responsible for not two, but three, turned on men in the small space.

As the driver’s curious look took on a hungry longing, Emma felt Jax leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I told you that you were beautiful, Emma. He wants to fuck you as badly as Chase and I do. Do you see how jealous he is of me because I get to touch you like this?”

Until then, their petting had been discreet, but Jax moved his hand up under her shirt, lifting it to expose her bra. He lowered his mouth to kiss the swell of her heavy breasts above the lacy fabric as Chase’s hand snuck between her legs to expertly find her clit on his first try, despite the yoga pants covering it from view.

Chase whispered in her other ear, “Let’s show him how beautiful you are when you come, shall we?”

She wanted to protest and push them way for propriety’s sake, but considering she was smashed between two of the sexiest men in the city of lights, there was no chance she was going to put a stop to their impromptu sex show.

Emma closed her eyes, giving herself permission to simply feel. She felt the fabric of her bra being pressed above her boobs, exposing her nipples to the men in the confined space. She felt two wet mouths sucking on each of her tits as Chase’s fingers moved into higher gear, working their magic on her sensitive button until she was close to exploding. She still had her arms spread, brushing the tenting pants of the men.

She felt Jaxson’s lips leave her pebbled tip long enough to bark a sharp order. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to look into the eyes of the driver so he can watch you come.”

It didn’t even dawn on her that she could say no. Since the trio had met, Jax had been in control. The heat that met her gaze as she locked eyes with the voyeur to their sexy scene pushed her into a powerful orgasm. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she allowed pleasure to wash over her.

She floated until they were pulling up into the circular drive of the hotel. Before they exited the car, the driver finally spoke. “There wouldn’t be a chance you were looking for another participant in your little party, is there?”

Emma’s heart pounded. As flattered as she was, she wanted no part in adding anyone else to their planned tryst. Relief flowed through her at Jaxson’s response. “Sorry, but she’s all ours. Thanks for the ride, though.”

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So. Freaking. Hot. Am I right? And that’s only an example of all the incredible hotness that happens, on top of what Livia does best which is weave in a believably human love story that let’s everyone’s flaws show, and let’s people learn to love each other for who they are. Go ahead and 1-click now!

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USA Today Bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.

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Music Monday – Hunted

Today’s song is from AG + Silver and it’s called ‘Hunted’. I love the alternating style of music that switches from his sweet voice, with almost no background music, to a much more exciting, big song. It’s meant for a movie trailer, or a big scene in a show, just so moving and powerful. And who can pass up lyrics like “I’d give myself away / if it means that you’d be safe”? #swoonworthy It just makes me want to write something worth this soundtrack! Enjoy, lovelies, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Favorite lyrics…

One, by one, by one,

hear the beat of the drum.

I know the day the day will come,

the train will cease to run.

One, by one, by one.

We are the hunted now,

we are the hunted now.

Take it on the ground.

Safe, you’re safe,

cause we are the hunted now.

I’d give myself away,

if it meant that you’d be safe.

The enemy learned to trust.

This place is not for us.

I’d give myself away.

We are the hunted now, (all we are all we are)

We are the hunted now, (all we are all we are)

Take it on the ground.

Safe, you’re safe, (all we are all we are)

We are the hunted now.

‘Hunted’ by AG + Silver

Ask Me Anything: Halloween BDSM story!

It’s Ask Me Anything time again! This question came from a group I’m in on Facebook that openly discusses the lifestyle and has lots of great questions, this was one I found particularly appropriate since tomorrow is Halloween! If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). Enjoy, and please respond with your own answers!

 

Q: What is the sexiest you have ever felt? Subspace? Dom high? Snuggled in bed with the e- reader? Just curious… what was the setting, how old were you? What was going on inside and outside?

A: This is one of those stories I’ve been trying to find the perfect time to tell, mainly because it’s just a really good example of how fun people in the community can be, and also because it’s so so hot. I still occasionally fantasize about this!

So, the sexiest I have ever felt was when I was 19 and in college with my college Dom (my first Dom, and we were both having a blast discovering things together). This was before there were any kind of online communities (that I could find anyway) and so we generally just did what turned us on. We used to have a game when we were falling asleep at night that after it was dark we would tell each other a fantasy. We alternated nights, and I was the one to speak up about the fantasy of having him hurt me, play rough with me, etc. That evolved into a pretty awesome, healthy BDSM relationship.

Outside of our kinks, we both liked to participate in a local LARP community (live-action role playing) and yes it is as nerdy as you imagine. I still play DND, and I loved getting to dress up in costume every other Saturday and run around the park learning to sword fight, and shoot a bow, and play out elaborate stories with people who were just as passionate and nerdy as me. This guy made chainmail by hand (swoon-worthy for us nerds) and sold it to people. He had a full chest piece and coif (headpiece) in chainmail, and helped teach people swordfighting. Fit, tall, handsome, and dominant. I was a lucky, lucky girl. At 19, I also looked pretty fucking good, and so for this giant Halloween party we were talking about what we were going to wear, and he joked that he should just be an orc taking his slavegirl to market.

I… may have wet myself in excitement when he mentioned this idea.

When he realized just how turned on I was by the idea, there was no going back. That night we went out to this house in the country with a huge mowed field where there were easily 200+ college students in full costume drinking and partying. He wore an orc mask, the chainmail chest, and his costume shirt (under the chainmail), pants, and boots. I wore a shredded skirt, a shirt that I’d ripped so many holes in I might as well have just been in a bra, and these sandals I found at a thrift shop. For our costume he had hand-made a chain collar and leash, and so before we go he tells me all of our “bedroom rules” applied in public that night. Which meant being obedient, accepting punishment, and not speaking without permission. He also said he was staying in character all night, and that unless I safeword he’s going to treat me like his little human slavegirl the entire night.

Even thinking about this story gets me all excited again.

So, we get there and everyone is like “Whoa! Who’s under the mask?” but he won’t talk to anyone, he just hauls me forward, and I’m holding onto the chain so I can get some kind of warning of when he’s going to move us, and he has me kneel at his feet whenever he gets a drink, or starts talking to people. Obviously, this draws a lot of attention. I felt so incredibly hot, because guys were just blatantly complimenting me to him, making all kinds of sexual comments, there were girls that I could tell wanted to be me (it was probably one of their fantasies too), and it was absolutely the sexiest I have ever felt.

That night a ton of awesome things happened: he and his friend were going to go talk to some other friends, and these guys had been talking to him about me, so he literally handed my leash over to one of the guys and told him to watch me. Then he told me to behave, and walked off. Now, I found out later he had just walked maybe 20 – 30ft away to talk to some friends, but the idea that I’d just been passed off like that was very, very hot. The guys didn’t do anything, but they asked me lots and lots of questions and I got to answer in full sub-mode with “sir” and “if my master says so” and all of that. At a regular college party! Later that night a girl (very drunk) came up and asked if I was my boyfriend’s slave, I said yes, and she asked him if she could kiss me. He readily agreed, and we ended up making out on the ground. I can’t even remember all the wild questions we got asked that night but it was so damn FREEING to be able to walk around, broadcasting BDSM like that, and have no one shun you. People were fascinated, excited, and all for it – but that is the magic of Halloween.

By the time we got back to his house we were buzzed, completely turned on, and I had the most insane sex of my life. We never stopped the role play, it was basically a CNC take-down play, and if you ever have the chance to get fucked by a guy in chainmail – do it.

That was absolutely, unequivocally, the sexiest I have ever felt! So, Halloween is tomorrow boys and girls, maybe this is the year you let your freak out a little?

I, for one, will be with family handing out candy like a boring adult.

But I wish you all a wickedly kinky Halloween! Hope you enjoyed this, lovelies, and don’t forget to share your stories either in the comments or on Facebook!

Devious and dark for #SatSpanks!

Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share this snippet with you. It’s from my current work-in-progress that I wasn’t allowed to share about until just recently. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January/February of 2017 with a lot of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek!

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“Shut up, or I’m going to hurt you.” The harsh voice came again, and she froze as she felt the sharp metal of a knife trace over her waist. Shivers made her muscles jump involuntarily, fear plucking away inside as the slow scratch of the blade kept her still. With a nudge he spread her further.

“I –”

“I said shut up.” There was a tug at the edge of her underwear, his fingers stretching the fabric, and then the tension gave way as he cut them off her. Tears burned her eyes, her heart still racing as she tried to catch her breath. Then she felt the draft of air conditioning between her thighs, cooling the wetness already embarrassingly gathered there.

Why? Why was she wet?

“Don’t do this, you don’t have to do this.” A hard jerk at the hold he had on her hair silenced her, and then she heard the sound of his zipper. “Please!” She whimpered the word, but he ignored the plea, and his knees pinned her legs wide.

The first swipe of his fingers along her pussy made her buck against the couch in an effort to escape, but the worst part of it wasn’t the all too gentle stroke at the juncture of her thighs – it was his low chuckle behind her. “Wet little whore, aren’t you?”

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Our Rapunzel is in for a rude awakening when this guy takes her from The Tower, and there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!

Thankful Thursday

It’s an intense week, as usual for me, but what always makes me feel better is knowing that I get to share a hottie every #ThankfulThursday with all of you lovelies. There’s nothing that makes the weekend come faster than focusing on something very, very pretty. This guy is perfect because I’m almost done with my wicked take on Rapunzel for the Twisted Fairytales box set I’m participating in (coming in January/February 2017!). Why, you may ask? Because our evil little anti-hero keeps his face covered for a good part of the story behind a mask, but his body is wickedly delightful – even though he does such evil things with it. Honestly though, I want to lick those abs, and maaayyybbbeee tug those pants a little lower. What do you think, lovelies? Think you may want to take a spin as Rapunzel in my latest story?

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I’ve got something wicked for you on #WIP Wednesday!

Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share this snippet with you. It’s from my current work-in-progress that I wasn’t allowed to share about until just recently. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January/February of 2017 with a lot of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek!

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The memory of how she’d looked on the news flashed behind her eyes. The form-fitting royal blue dress, tasteful jewelry, blonde hair falling to her waist, perfect smile – she’d looked more like she was trying out for Miss America, not preparing to be the successful heir to the company. Fuck, she wouldn’t even take a girl like that seriously if they said they wanted to run Monarch Systems.

Damn it all.

“Let’s just drink until we can’t think. How does that sound, Rebecca?” Talking to herself, again, she grabbed the whole bottle of wine and headed back to the couch. Glass refilled, cold and biting as she swallowed, she zoned out on the newscast. Something about a shooting, police looking, blah blah blah. So much chaos in the world. As she took another sip she heard the click of the door behind her and she smiled to herself.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Hey Dad,” she called over her shoulder. “I want to show you something, come in here before you run off to your office!” Pressing the rewind button on the remote so she could show him the news report, she set the wine down. The stupid DVR went too fast and she had to stop it and fast-forward, cursing under her breath. “They were just talking about the facility on the news, I looked like a complete idiot, but you did great. Hold on, I’ll show you. Did Patricia tell you this was airing tonight?”

He didn’t answer her, but she clicked pause as soon as the image of the new building filled the screen. Was he on the phone and ignoring her? Asshole.

Turning to find her father she caught a dark shape in her vision, too close, just before someone ripped her head back painfully by her hair. Panic flooded her and she kicked out as she gasped, her foot colliding with the coffee table. Her wine crashed to the floor, and in an instant she was hauled over the back of the couch. Rebecca landed hard on the tile, but fear was dumping adrenaline into her veins and she made it onto her knees, planning to run, when the hand returned to her hair. Air hissed between her teeth, a whimper rising up as the man tightened his grip and forced her flat. A knee between her shoulder blades pinned her painfully against the cold tile.

“Let me go!” She screamed as loud as she could, her voice breaking, but there was no one to hear her in the empty building as she reached back to dig her nails into gloved hands. A growl rumbled above her just before he slammed her forehead into the floor. Pain flashed like a firework behind her eyes, turning her stomach while she tried to protect her face. Her ears were ringing, and for a moment she was so stunned that she didn’t notice the jerking motions at her waist until she felt the cool tile on her lower belly.

He was taking off her pajama pants.

“NO!” She tried to push up from the tile, but he stopped and dropped his knee into her back again, crushing her until her ribs creaked. He was so heavy, too strong, and her hands slid over the smooth tile finding no traction. Tears blurred her eyes as she whimpered, those gloves brushing her thighs as he pushed the soft pajamas down.

This couldn’t be happening, there was no way this was happening.

It was a nightmare.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

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Our Rapunzel is in for a rude awakening when this guy takes her from The Tower, and there’s more than just his evil plans awaiting her. What is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other WIPs below!

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Longings’ from Sophie Kisker!

Oooo, you lucky, lucky lovelies. I have a book to tease for you today that was almost banned by Amazon! Sophie Kisker does an incredible job of writing about slavery in alternate worlds, and she must have ruffled someone’s feathers at Amazon with this second book in the ‘Midrosian Chronicles’ series because it almost didn’t get published!! Fortunate for all of us, it’s out, and it’s wonderful, and you can get a taste of it right now.

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Longings (Midrosian Chronicles Book 2)

On a world where all women are slaves, one woman refuses to submit.

Enna is a runaway, forced to hide in the desert mountains with others like her. But despite the harsh environment, what she’s escaped from was intolerable, and she’ll never let herself be captured. When a chance comes to find her daughter, ripped from her arms just months before by her sadistic master, she only has her courage to fall back on, because she trusts no one else. Especially another man.

Captain Matias Acoff found his missing sister on Midros, kidnapped as a child from their home planet and raised as a slave. Now he’s helping to sort out other kidnapped women and return them to their homes. When he meets Enna, he finds himself involved with a group of runaway slaves. Even if she accepts his help to find her daughter, he can’t free her. She’ll always be a fugitive. And if she’s found, the law is clear, and the punishment for running is severe. When his assignment ends, how can he leave behind the woman he’s come to love, to face that by herself?

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Teaser

Her master approached. “So. Your lover. Did he do this?” He jammed his fingers between her legs and she arched backwards. He twisted his hand around inside, scraping his fingernails on the delicate lining, until she screamed.

“Did he do this?” he repeated.

“No!” she yelled.

“Well, he wasn’t much of a lover, was he?” He yanked his fingers out. She hung, gasping, as he walked over to the table and came back with the illegal plasma whip. He held it up in front of her face. There was a small dial set to ‘4’ on the handle. That was the level that had caused the burns on her back. As she watched, he dialed it up to ‘8’, the highest setting. She struggled to keep the panic from overtaking her. A single strike that wrapped around her could kill.

“Don’t worry, my dear. You’re too expensive. I’m just going to hit you with the tip of this, enough to cause a staggering amount of pain. I’ve been practicing since you left, getting ready for just such a day as this. Ready?”

“You’re a monster!”

He chuckled. “Yes, I am. Now, who is Matias?”

She ignored the question, and he swung.

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This book has the kind of darkness that makes us all tingly, and the kind of lightness and joy that makes you cheer for the hero and the heroine. Sophie walks the line between the two with a wicked tongue and a delicate balance that you’ll love. You don’t have to read book one of the series, but I do recommend it so you have a better understanding of the planet of Midros and their evil, evil ways. Also, there’s really hot sex scenes. ^_^

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Want more of Sophie Kisker?

Sophie Kisker started composing stories of domination and submission long ago, but it wasn’t until she met others on the internet that she realized she wasn’t alone.   Her stories are sometimes dark and uncomfortable, but they will always have a happy ending. She’s a true believer that romantic love and a riding crop can make a great combination.

During the day, Sophie is busy with job and family, but in the evening, her laptop comes out, her imagination gets going, and she morphs into a recluse who would be happy living in a cave, as long as it had wireless internet and an espresso machine.

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Music Monday – Everything You Meant to Me

This song is not one of those that grabbed me the first or second time I listened to it, but Spotify kept dropping it onto my ‘Discover Weekly’ playlist like some insistent nudge that I needed to pay attention to it. When I finally stopped long enough to listen to the lyrics I realized why, its definitely written for those of us that are so caught up in life that we sometimes lose sight of the people around us. I spend so much time trying to be so many things for so many people that sometimes I lose myself, and the two lines that just killed me with their accuracy were: “Baby life is better when you can’t remember, / everything you’re supposed to be.” Truer words were never spoken or sung. Then in the next verse she talks about staring into the rear view (hindsight is 20/20 afterall) and she just kind of rails on herself for a minute. I just really connect with the lyrics on so many levels and I hope you do too. The whole song has this very sedate quality to it, even with the upbeat instrumental behind it, but I think it’s one of those songs that will hit everyone with some truth in one way or another. Enjoy, lovelies.

Favorite lyrics…

I’ve been thinking ’bout you baby,

’bout you lately,

about us.

And I’ve been feeling kinda sad,

and oh so very bad,

They’re hanging in the dark.

Baby life is better when you can’t remember,

everything you’re supposed to be.

Maybe it’s forever,

I’ll never remember,

everything you meant to me.

Dum-da-da, dum-da-da, dum-da-da,

dum-da-dum.

I’ve been glancing in the rear view,

get a clear view staring into glass.

I’m no sucker,

I’m a motherfucker,

I’m gonna grab my luck and take a chance.

‘Everything You Meant to Me’ by Kita Klane

 

Ask Me Anything: What if things go bad? (violence / assault / abuse help)

I’ve got another Ask Me Anything for this week, and this question comes anonymously from someone who was brave enough to share their experience with long-term violence and abuse. If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). I hope you lovelies find this helpful, but I sincerely hope you never need it.

 

Q: What if things go wrong? Either on a date, or in a relationship, or at random? (specifically violence / assault / abuse)

A: First, I want to have a brief conversation that a lot of readers struggle with. Some of us like to read the darker things, dubcon/noncon/capture fantasy because it turns us on. I am one of those people. I write it because I like it, and that is what is wonderful about fiction. We can explore these darker fantasies and be completely safe at the same time. No woman (or man) would want to actually be in those situations, but they can be wonderful to fantasize about. Sometimes we even imagine ourselves in those situations, but we have the benefit of coming back to reality (as boring as it can be) whole and safe and sound. So, before we even get into the post, I want you to let go of any guilt you might feel. What turns you on in your head, turns you on, and that is okay. You are not damaged or broken (it took me years to believe that, and there are days I still question it) and there’s a reason lots of people buy these books, because HEY, you are also not alone in your fantasies.

Okay? Okay.

So, there’s a pretty good (and super depressing) chance that you, or someone close to you, has been a victim of sexual assault. According to RAINN (https://www.rainn.org/) 1 out of every 6 women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime and 1 out of every 33 men will. I wish I could guarantee your safety, assure you that you’ll never run into a terrible person, but I can’t, and so I want to do what I can to prepare you.

How can you try to stay safe?

Well, the most important thing to remember is that no matter what happens it is never your fault. It’s the fault of the person who did it. There is no victim blaming in this corner of the internet. I don’t care if you walked down the street at 3am butt-ass naked while watching porn out loud on your iPhone – it is not your fault when you are assaulted! That being said, there are some things we can do to try and keep ourselves safe. Having a safe call system in place and informing them of it is probably the best way to avoid it when you’re meeting someone, because if they refuse to participate that would be a red flag for me. A safe call system is where you get their phone number, a picture of their driver’s license, and the location you’re meeting the person and provide it to a friend. Then you tell that friend what time you will call them by, if you don’t call by then the friend is to try and call you (just in case you’re having fun and miss the time), but if you don’t answer they’re supposed to call the police. Then inform the potential play partner of this safety precaution. A good Dom will respect that you’re watching out for yourself, an asshole/bully/predator will refuse to do it, and then you’ll refuse to play with them. I made some stupid choices when I was young and suffered for it and now I never stray from ^these^ rules now when it comes to safe calls. You can also trust your instincts, if someone feels wrong, they probably are. We don’t use that old school lizard brain for much, but it sure as hell knows when someone is a creeper.

What else should I know?

Some people believe that just by identifying as a submissive they should now obey every asshat who approaches them or messages them. This is not true. Submission is a gift, and you are under no obligation to give it to anyone. Even if it is some super hot, super dominant guy. If a guy demands you send him naked pictures, and you don’t want to? Don’t do it. If he demands you meet him somewhere, and you don’t want to go? Don’t do it. If he refuses to participate in the safe call procedures and tells you to meet him anyway? Block and ignore. Being submissive does not mean you put your safety and life in jeopardy. It means that when someone earns your submission, you can trust them not to take advantage of it and to respect your limits. (Want to know more about limits? Read this post.)

As a side note, download apps like Kik to your smartphone to avoid giving out your personal number. Don’t provide your home address until you’re comfortable with someone. I’ve been stalked before and it sucks. Meet in public until you’re pretty sure they’re not insane.

So, what if things go wrong?

If the worst happens, and you get hurt by someone, you have some decisions to make. Do you need the hospital? (If so, don’t change clothes/shower as much as you want to.) Do you want to go to the police? You might, and you might not. It is completely up to you, and the important thing to remember is: Your assault is no less real if you don’t report it. USA Today recently released an article saying that up to 80% of sexual assaults go unreported. I didn’t report mine, I know friends who never reported theirs. It’s not uncommon, and your assault is no less real if you don’t report it. If you do want to report it, seek out support. Build a support system around yourself that will help you when you’re asked questions and as you go through the police and the courts. You will need that wall and those people to lean on. Also, you are brave as fuck, and I respect the hell out of you. I wasn’t brave enough for that.

Bad things don’t always happen on dates, or at parties, or at random. Sometimes it comes from someone you used to trust. If things go wrong in a relationship that used to be good, a support system is even more important. Whether it is verbal, emotional, or physical – abuse is abuse and you are under no obligation to put up with it. It doesn’t matter if you’re married, if you live a D/s or DD lifestyle, you do not have to stay – and especially in those roles you know the difference between SSC play and abuse. Listen to your gut. Now, that’s much easier said than done. If you’re in a relationship you probably live together, your finances may be intertwined, you may be monitored and at risk if you seek help. What I will say is that things will never get better until you reach out and seek help, and I plead with you to do so because you are worth it.

Where can I get support?

I am posting a list of hotline numbers below to help, no matter your situation. Some of you may not be able to go to friends or family, or have friends or family to go to, and in that case these hotlines can help. Some are even text-based and online based. You may talk to one of these hotlines sporadically for a long time before you figure out a way to leave – and that is okay too. You need to believe that there is no perfect way to deal with an assault or an abusive relationship, and you also need to believe that there is a way out. It may be messy, it may be hard, and it may take time – but you are worth it. You are worthy of being loved, being safe, and being secure. You are worthy of healing and feeling whole again.

Hotlines

United States

Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network (RAINN) – (800) 656-HOPE
National Domestic Violence/Child Abuse/ Sexual Abuse – (800) 799-7233
Men’s Domestic Abuse Helpline – 1-888-HELPLINE (1-888-743-5754)
Abuse Victim Hotline – (866) 662-4535
Crisis Chat
Crisis Text Line (on your smartphone)
Planned Parenthood Hotline – (800) 230-PLAN (230-7526)

Canada

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

England

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Scotland

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Wales

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Republic of Ireland (Eire)

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Northern Ireland

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

New Zealand

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Europe

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

Australia

Sexual Assault | Domestic Violence | Suicide

“Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.”

– Buddha