Release Date: “Getting It: A Femdom Anthology”

What better way to kick off a new season that with another collection of sexy stories? I am thrilled to announce that Getting It: A Femdom Anthology is out and available for purchase. In it, you will find my short story titled French Palate Tickler.

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Published by SinCyr Publishing, this collection is comprised of thirteen sexy stories ranging from the sweet, new Domme finding her footing to the young man discovering that pain doesn’t have to be self-inflicted. Mild dominance and hardcore BDSM entwine in Getting It, pushing characters and readers to embrace their innermost sensational desires in healthy, consensual ways.

Consent is paramount in all things, but most especially in play that involves power exchange. There is an element of trust and intimacy that is remarkably profound. Despite the labels and the exact nature of kink relationships, there is always a deep respect between the participants. It’s honestly a beautiful thing to witness.

My story is rather tame by some standards, but it’s still sexy and interesting to read. I have always been interested in secrets in plain sight, such as the entertainment lawyer who wears lingerie underneath his suits. The juxtaposition of doing something secret and taboo while projecting a clean, professional image is fascinating to me, and I wanted to play with that idea for this story. Though the reader gets a snapshot of the relationship between Mariana and Travis, I think it’s a deeply intimate glimpse.

Here’s an excerpt of my story, French Palate Tickler!

We’d met at the vineyard, and She’d remarked that it was odd I’d never tried the wares

I’d sold; I hadn’t found it necessary to inform her that I merely distributed the bottles. Her clean yet neatly callused hand felt warm and inviting when we’d shaken, and She’d slipped me her card. I was struck by Her boldness, Her frank command of Herself and the room, and Her charismatic beauty. When She later informed me that She was looking for someone new to train, it piqued my interest.

I’d invited Her over, and She’d walked on my naked back wearing nothing save for black

patent-leather Louboutin stilettos. This tiny woman had taken command of my body and mind, and all I’d craved was basking in Her confidence, Her wit, Her presence. With Her, I’d never needed to make a decision, never needed to worry about pleasing Her, never needed to tease out meaning from any passive-aggressive statement. I was merely her instrument, and I adored that position above all others.

Happy reading this weekend, everyone!