Posts Tagged ‘BDSM’

Polyamory Girl reviews Please, Sir!

May 14, 2010

Love this review of Please, Sir from Polyamory Girl (a note from me: we try to correct all British spellings to American English, but sometimes things fall through the cracks, hence “arse”):

Please, Sir is amazing and addicting. I have a time putting down the book. But then I have to because I admit, it gets me worked up in a good way. I can definitely connect with many of the stories I have read. I guess one thing that amazes me is that some of the people who submitted their stories to Rachel aren’t exactly completely open with their sexuality. I would expect one who is open like Rachel to just lay it out and not care about being proper. In one story I was reading the word arse was there. Arse? I use arse around my kids, around my traditional family and friends. I would definitely like to see more openness in the stories.

Words like cunt, wet pussy, ass get me riled up reminding me of every time I am with my boyfriend. For me I can connect with stories that are graphic in nature: fingers slide into my wet pussy, smacking my ass cheeks so hard I can feel the blood at the surface wanting to come out, buries his cock inside, thrusting deeply.

There are stories of pain, torment, being tied up, handcuffed besides the erotic nibbling of the ears, kissing the neck, making out in the shower. In some there are high levels of perversion while some are down to earth. Most of them are completely open about their sexuality, not afraid to do things out in the open such as the story of Knot Here!

Rachel’s story at the end definitely reminds me of my own life. I don’t know about others as far as the connectivity with the stories are. This book grabs my attention and keeps it there to a point it torments me when I am alone wanting my boyfriend to be near.

Hands around my neck as I feel the blood reaching the surface of my skin. I feel like I am ready to pass out and then he releases for a moment to kiss me. He knows what buttons to push that turn me on that leave me at the edge of craziness. Being turned on and made to wait.

Kindle version of Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission is available now

May 3, 2010

The paperbacks are getting released a bit sooner (as soon as stock is in) than the Kindle editions, so for those Kindle readers, I wanted to let you know that Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission is now for sale in Kindle form at Amazon!

Virtual book tour for kinky anthology Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission

April 30, 2010

Every day in May a new blogger will post about Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission. Join us! Links will be updated below as they’re posted.

Please, Sir virtual book tour dates for May 2010

May 1 Baser Instincts
May 2 Man Eater Book
May 3 Hard and Fast
May 4 Erobintica
May 5 Dangerous Lilly
May 6 Sugarbutch Chronicles
May 7 The Sex Carnival
May 8 My Kinky World
May 9 Lusty Literati
May 10 Prurient Interests
May 11 Sarah Sloane
May 12 Hello Saraid
May 13 Desk Full of Dildos (That Toy Chick)
May 14 Julian Arancia (Flavius Iulianus)
May 15 Kristina Wright
May 16 Exploring Intimacy
May 17 Erotica Electronica
May 18 Our Goings On
May 19 SpastikFantastik
May 20 Alpine Subdreams
May 21 Orlando Sex & Relationships Examiner
May 22 Beth Wylde
May 23 Heather Lin
May 24 Pieces of Jade
May 25 Heartbreak Nympho
May 26 Yolanda Shoshana
May 27 ¡Qué sinvergüenza!
May 28 Leather Yenta (Lolita Wolf)
May 29 Marilyn’s Room (Marilyn Jaye Lewis)
May 30 Wanton Lotus Reviews
May 31 Curvaceous Dee

“On availability” from Beautiful, depraved

April 27, 2010

A snippet from an old post at Beautiful, depraved – do read the whole thing:

For as long as I can remember, I’ve imagined myself amongst groups of men, their plaything, at their service, absolutely willing to do anything that will please them. And make them come. There’s a part of me that could happily spend the remainder of my days as a fuck-cum-slut whose only purpose is to please men. I love this idea and it turns me on immeasurably.

From the beginning, I felt that this experience with Andre would be a powerful one if I was willing to give myself completely to it. And so I did. There could be no half measures, or I might as well not be doing it at all. This required complete trust. There were a few ground rules in this dynamic: 1) I was to tell him everything and keep nothing back. 2) I deferred all sexual activity to him – including masturbation and other partners. My entire being – my body, my thoughts, my feelings – all were his domain. My autonomy no longer existed.

Transformational pain and BDSM

April 27, 2010

This is from a blog post on “Transformation and transcendence in BDSM” by Come Hither and Different Loving author Dr. Gloria Brame – do read the whole thing:

Some crave pain as a form of expiation which relieves of stress or guilt. For some, it’s a shock to the system that wakes them up and makes them feel more alive. No time to think about a fight you had last week when a needle is piercing your nipple. The intense focus and concentration needed to endure pain is both draining and liberating: some people walk away feeling as if they’ve been on a mental vacation from their worldly woes, and can revel in the afterglow for days, even weeks. I’ve known people who view pain as an endurance contest, a sober, invigorating test of courage whose pay-off is the sense of personal triumph. I’ve known many who just think spankings and whippings are fun, and feel happier, lighter, connecting with a more playful and child-like side of themselves.

For sexual submissives, pain blasts opens doors to psychological surrender. Consenting to pain means the submissive accepts that the dominant has special rights and powers over the submissive’s body. Acting out the rituals of pain are, in a sense, object lessons in dominance and submission. Pain play is also an exercise in trust: to make yourself completely vulnerable or, conversely, to accept full responsibility for the trust you’ve been given, is an ultimate form of intimacy that cements the emotional bonds between partners:

At its darkest and most intense, people may explore the edges of pain uniquely for the intense biological rushes. The brain releases intoxicating flushes of natural opiates and adrenalin to remedy pain and even casual players relish the high of those natural chemicals. But those who explore the edges learn to ride the surges with skill and grace, sometimes all the way to euphoria.

Discipline spanking tolerance?

April 23, 2010

I’m also going to be posting things on this blog that are just related to female submission, not about the book per se. This is one of them.

From AngelBrat’s blog:

I think……my bottom is getting tender on me. I got spanked last Saturday. This spanking was intended to have some meaning behind it. A number of things kept me distracted last week, and my housekeeping was less than stellar. Nick was unhappy with that, and we also got into a bit of an argument Saturday night. The details aren’t worth going over, but he was pretty pissed and yelled at me for a bit. By the time bedtime rolled around he was over it, but I was still pretty nervous, afraid the fight was going to factor into the spanking and knowing the housework (or lack of) was going to. So when he pulled out the Patty Paddle I was not happy (although let’s be honest, very few items would have looked good in his hand at that moment).

After all that nervousness, I got…25 swats. Now if you’ve read my blog at all, you know that Nick very rarely gets the paddle out for less than 50, and usually 100 is just a good starting point. BUT…25 had me howling! I absolutely could not handle it! And so, wise man that he is, he saw that he’d gotten his point across and stopped there. I thought getting spanked regularly toughened you up!

“Your Hand on My Neck” erotic choking story by Rachel Kramer Bussel from Please, Sir

April 23, 2010

Here’s both me (Rachel Kramer Bussel) reading my story “Your Hand on My Neck” from Please, Sir at In The Flesh Reading Series, as well as a separate excerpt.

Last week, you gave me a special gift: two hands there, each taking half, the pressure greater than one alone could handle. Your dick got even harder as you slammed into me, your weight shifting into your arms, making it hard for me to swallow. The shallow sound of my breath was loud in my ears as I willed you to twist a little. I longed for clothespins, imagined them standing upright on my nipples. You pulled one hand away to slap my clit, and I turned my head to the side, beckoning to the sheet, asking it for something I couldn’t ask of you. You knew, though, and tightening your grip on my neck, you slapped my cheek, the sting ringing in my ear. Slapping my face requires much more precision than spanking my ass. A stray slap down there can be corrected easily; a misplaced stroke can stop everything up above. Maybe because you’ve hit my sweet spot countless times, you know where on my face I crave it most, that fleshy apple bulge of my cheekbone, the part that makes me flinch, my teeth clamped. I look up at you through filmy eyes; I can’t look too directly because that would be too much, for both of us. There has to be a veil for me to let you do this. It’s why you’d stroke my neck across the table at a restaurant, or even lightly pinch my cheek, but would never in a million years slap me like this. Even a tap on the ass can be tolerated in public, but not this. This is more depraved somehow, and we both know it. My lips start to tremble and you lift your hand from my neck to cover them. You wind up covering part of my nose, too, and I force the panic to wind its way back down my throat before you slap my cheek again. Your dick is still inside me, but I wouldn’t say you’re fucking me with it, more like holding me in place, making sure I know you could fuck me at any time.

You switch hands and smack my right cheek, and I make sure my eyes are adamantly shut so I don’t see the blows coming, don’t know what’s going to happen, because that would ruin it a little bit for me. I feel you pull out and fear it’s over, fear you’ve tired of me, are bored by what’s increasingly becoming less of a game and more of a need. But instead your hand lingers on my face, seeing how much of it you can cover. I arch up against you, my back curving, straining to be covered by you. You give me what I want, pinching my nose, just for a minute, but long enough to make my insides seize up. You let go but then your face is right next to mine, the stubble I adore so much brushing against my cheek. I think you’re going to whisper something to me, but instead you bite me there, the fleshy part of my lower jaw. Not hard, but I’m sure it’ll leave an imprint. My clit is aching, but I can’t think about that too much because you grab my hands in yours and then tickle me under my arms. You’re not supposed to do that; tickling is off limits, but you do it anyway, followed by a sharp slap across my face, first one, then the other cheek. I want to ask you to do it harder, but I just think it, wondering if you’d be insulted were I to make such a request.

Read all of “Your Hand on My Neck” in Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission.

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“So you want to play rough, Tess?” Erotica excerpt: “I Breathe Your Name” by Tess Danesi

April 22, 2010

In the Please, Sir book trailer, you both see Tess Danesi and hear lines from her story “I Breathe Your Name,” including “So you want to play rough, Tess?” I thought you might appreciate this short excerpt from her story, but do be sure to read the whole thing:

He lifts me and presses my back hard against the marble wall, still cool despite the heated water. My legs, crossed at the ankles, are tight around his waist. His hands are flat against the wall, my fingers interlaced together behind his neck. My chin falls into the hollow of his shoulder, my tongue trailing up to his ear, licking up the plump water droplets that define my path. I feel his cock stiffening against my pelvis and thoughts of him buried inside me make me nearly feral. I bite harder than I’d planned into his soft earlobe. He doesn’t jerk away; he doesn’t even move, but he whispers words that I barely have time to comprehend, “So you want to play rough, Tess?” before he’s pushed me tighter against the wall with his hips. One of his large hands guides his cock into my ready cunt. A deep sigh, of relief, of satisfaction, is the last sound I make before both his hands are on my neck.

Fixing me in his dark gaze, his deep voice speaks softly, nearly drowned out between the dual cascades of water and the pulse beating a steady rhythm in my ears, “You should know by now, Tess, I repay pain with pain.”

Even as his hands tighten on my throat, I can’t take my eyes off his. I’m not sure what I hope to see in his stare. Sometimes he can go so cold that even while his eyes are fixed on mine, I know he’s looking beyond me, looking somewhere into the darkness that resides so close to the edge of his surface civility. And sometimes, like now, I know he’s watching me intently to gauge my reaction, and as my breathing gets more and more impaired as he cuts off my respiration, to determine when to stop.

Kink, bondage and spanking in Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission

April 21, 2010

It’s here and is the hottest book trailer I’ve ever seen! (Immodest, perhaps, but true.)

Kinky college reunion in “Long Time Gone” by Heidi Champa

April 16, 2010

This is the fourth in a series of interviews with contributors to the anthology Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission (Cleis Press), out now. (Read the first interview, with Emerald about kinky Krav Mag, here, the second, with Isabelle Gray, here, and the third, about a kinky college reunion, with Mercy Loomis, here.)

Name: Heidi Champa
URL: http://heidichampa.blogspot.com/

How did you come up with the idea for your story in Please, Sir?

The notice for my ten-year college reunion had come in the mail, and I was struck with an idea for a story. I think there is always a certain amount of dread that goes along with reunions and seeing people from our pasts after many years. As I sat in a random ballroom and caught up with old friends, I started to think about all the stories that were in that room; all the secrets and late night encounters. It seemed like such fertile ground for a good, hot story. It seems I was right.

For “Long Time Gone,” I wanted to show how desire and compatibility can be rekindled after so many years apart, and how certain times in our lives can be so transforming, like the college years.

Was it a challenging story or did the writing come easily?

It started out easy, but I found that my original idea began to change. I probably rewrote this story more times than most, but in the end, I’m extremely pleased with the result. It was worth all the work, for sure. Sometimes, the stories that you think are going to be easy and just flow end up posing the most challenge. That was certainly the case here.

Do you have a favorite sentence or paragraph from your story?

I think this paragraph is hot and sets the tone for the whole story. Like people always say: it’s the little things.

I had unofficially met Ethan soon after arriving at school, barely exchanging a few words. It was his touch that hooked me. From the outside, it looked incidental. As I stood on the outskirts of the group, I didn’t notice a handcart full of books headed my way. I was too busy staring at him. Ethan pulled me out of the way, never missing a beat. His rough hands dug into my arms, and on one bicep, there was a thumb-shaped bruise the next day. I was fascinated. The tiny pinch of pain I felt every time I touched it caused my stomach to tighten and my heart to flutter. No kiss, no handholding had ever given me such a thrill. The bruise took over my mind. If a simple touch could leave me marked, what could he do if he really meant it?

I decided that “Risk and Reward” is an applicable theme for Please,
Sir
. Does this theme resonate with you for your story?

Absolutely. I think the entire relationship between Diana and Ethan is based on that very phenomenon. Diana takes a risk in listening to her desires for Ethan, and what giving herself over to those desires might mean. However, when she does just that, the reward is the fulfillment she so craved. Again, Diana takes a risk showing up for her reunion, in the hopes of seeing Ethan. She had put that part of her life behind her and went back to a sort of safe existence. Going back to that time in her life, and to Ethan, is a risk, but the rewards are just to great for her to pass up.

It is a concept that is very appealing to me, especially as an erotica writer, but also in other aspects of my life. This story really allowed me to explore that and take it to another level.

5)Is this story similar to or different from the other erotica you’ve written?

I’d say it is similar in style and voice to some of my previous work, but obviously, the subject matter isn’t something I’ve tackled a lot in the past. Power in relationships and more specifically in sex, is something that intrigues me, so it was a great chance for me to dig a little deeper into that dynamic and really have some fun with it.

What do you think makes an erotica story successful?

The building and developing of that lovely, delicious, almost unbearable tension between the characters is what I think makes an erotica story hot and ultimately successful. Good writing, strong character development and great turns of phrase don’t hurt either.

But, I want a story to transport me, slap me down on the bed (or backseat, or kitchen floor) right next to the characters and make me feel it. To me, if you can do that, even in a small way, then the story is successful.

Do you have any advice for budding erotica writers?

My advice would be to write as much as you can, write what turns you on, and be persistent if you want to get your stories published. It is so easy to get discouraged by rejection, but sometimes finding the right home for a story can take a long time. As long as you are writing what you love, I find the rest takes care of itself, it just may take longer than you want it to.

And, most importantly, check out Erotica Readers and Writers website. It has invaluable information and there is always something new.

What are you working on now?

I’m always working on several short stories that I hope will find there way into collections. I have stories coming soon in anthologies like Xcite Books Ultimate Spanking, Hard Working Men edited by Shane Allison, and Alison’s Wonderland edited by the wonderful Alison Tyler.

I do want to move on to some longer pieces, novella and my first novel. I’ve had the desire to write a novel for a long time now, and I’m trying to eliminate all my excuses so I’ll have to choice but to start writing.

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