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!
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Kindle version of Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission is available now
May 3, 2010Virtual book tour for kinky anthology Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission
April 30, 2010Every 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
Sexy corset on the cover is by Exquisite Restraint
April 23, 2010I was delighted to find out this week that Exquisite Restraint are the makers of the gorgeous, gorgeous magenta corset in the photo by Christine Kessler gracing the cover of Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission. When I posted the cover online a few months ago, I got such wonderful reactions and know it makes the book stand out from the pack. Here’s another image of the corset, via the Exquisite Restraint blog:
Simone of Exquisite Restraint has a blog with more information about her pieces and custom corsets, including this post, on tightlacing:
An Exquisite Restraint Corset will nip your waist in quite naturally and comfortably without needing to lace it even tighter. Hence, our corsets are capable of being “tightlaced” but don’t have to be. You will still look incredible in Exquisite Restraint. For your first corset, you will be quite happy with ours and then can graduate to a custom-fitted corset when you are ready to embark on your tighlacing journey. For custom-fitted, we use your measurements to create a paper pattern just for you to cut out and construct your corset. If you live in Southern California, or will be visiting, we most certainly want to see you in person. If not, we are confident we can work with you long distance by e-mail or phone.
An Exquisite Restraint Underbust Corset, off-the-rack
An Exquisite Restraint Underbust Corset, off-the-rack
Tightlacing is a personal choice and I like to use it interchangeably with “waist-training.”
Many people like- no, LOVE- the aesthetic of a tiny wasp waist. Women AND Men love and admire it… Both Women AND Men also love being wasp waisted!
Do visit the beautiful corset photo gallery on the Exquisite Restraint site, featuring models like Aria Giovanni and Darenzia!
And from their FAQ:
Will my waist really get smaller in a corset?
Your corset will allow you to “lose“ 2-4 inches, plus you must have an approximate two-inch gap opening at the back of the corset (where the laces are.) If the back edges of a corset meet, it is “too big” for you. We all have squishy flesh under our ribcage and essentially a corset is squeezing and redistributing that. You are not actually losing weight when you wear a corset—you must be on some sort of weight loss program.
What is True Corsetry™?
True Corsetry™ for us means proper coutil fabric, all steel boning and a front opening in order to put yourself in and take yourself out of your Exquisite Restraint corset without removing all of the laces every time. The front of our corsets contain a steel “busc”, a fabricated component that has been in use since the early 1800’s.
“Your Hand on My Neck” erotic choking story by Rachel Kramer Bussel from Please, Sir
April 23, 2010Here’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, 2010In 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, 2010It’s here and is the hottest book trailer I’ve ever seen! (Immodest, perhaps, but true.)