Out Now: Possession

Just because you finish a series, doesn’t always mean the series is over. Sometimes there’s always more to a story.

And that’s what has happened. The Supervisor Sexcapades Saga had another line running through it about the club owned by Breanna and financially supported by Quinn. Possession is a BDSM-Lifestyle club that offers more than just a place to tie someone up and spank them. It offers an introduction to the lifestyle as well. Training and a safe haven for those into kinky fun.

Possession will be an exclusive for Radish Fiction as an ongoing serial that follows Kendrick. A college athlete, injured and operated on. He’s lost his athletic scholarship and is unable to do his part-time construction job. Looking through the classifieds, he finds an ad for a bartender paying twice what he’s currently making. It would help him stay in college, so he takes a chance and applies.

Todd, a buddy of his, tells him that Possession is a sex club. When Kendrick doesn’t believe him, he shows a little video someone else sent to him. It still doesn’t give any indication, other than a woman being spanked, what he’s getting himself into. Kendrick goes forth anyway, and accepts the position.

And, even though I wrote the Supervisor Sexcapades Saga in third person, Possession will be written in first. You’ll have a front row seat to experience what each character is feeling and enjoying. Breanna, Maryann, and other familiar faces will make appearances along with new faces and fetishes. If you’re looking for a new adventure in BDSM, then Possession just might have what you’re looking for.

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Possession is now available on Radish! New Episode Every Thursday

Adventures in Writing: Negative Influences

So, I sort of missed Masturbation Monday this week, but that’s okay! It’s been stressful because I’m doing two jobs, sometimes three, at once and something had to give. 

Since I am going through an extra busy week, I thought I would chat about negative influences and how to use them in a positive way with your story writing. If there is one thing I have learned over the years, people love to be miserable. I cannot figure out why, though. It completely befuddles me. They also love to do their best to drag you into their misery and hold you hostage until you’re just as down and out as they are. 

I do my best to be a good influence to everyone. Dr. J., Oleander Plume, and I, among others in the #TwitterTribe are constantly helping one another to find the silver lining in our dark clouds. I have allowed myself to wallow in misery and let me tell you, it’s so much easier to get out of when you give yourself permission to 1. wallow in misery and 2. allow others to pull you out of it. 

When one of us is going through this, the first thing I say is ‘Remember how you are feeling RIGHT NOW, this moment, in this misery or pain or emotional upheaval’. Why do I want people to remember? Because you can use it in your story. You can write it out, pour your emotions into a character, and people will feel what you felt, what your character felt, when they read those words. They may even reach for a box of tissues and if you can get them to do that, you know you’ve hit the honey pot. 

Use the negative things people say and do around you. Give those traits to a character. They don’t even have to be the villain or antagonist of the story. There’s always one person who’s negative in your life – and if you say ‘no there isn’t’, well, I’m sorry to say, it might be you. 

I tell people I try to be good. That’s all I want in life. I want to be good. I want to do good things. I want to help people get their dreams realized. I want to pump them up and pimp out what they create from being uplifted and feeling like they can do anything.  

Are you feeling down and out like you’re being swallowed up by the darkest clouds imaginable? Write it out. Paint it. Sculpt. Do something to remove those negative thoughts outside of your mind. Use them to your advantage. Did someone say something to you that put you in that mood? Did you absorb someone else’s emotional madness and are caught in their sticky web of sorrow? Even if you end up not using what you create from these emotions, putting them to good use will help you remove them. 

You can rephrase the backhanded compliment someone said to you in a story to create conflict and emotional attachment with your readers. While I prefer lighthearted, adventurous, everyone gets happy stories lately, you’ve got to have something for those characters to fight for, to yearn for – because otherwise, it may not grab your reader by the collar and hold them there. 

I consider lots of my stories and characters to be fluffy because they tend to get what they want. Especially when I’m writing shorts here on the blog. However, they do have emotions and backgrounds. They do have thoughts and desires. So, while they aren’t all fluffy, they are full of fluff. It’s difficult to write complicated characters when writing short, but it can be done. Don’t sell yourself short.  

What is happening to you today? This week? This month? This year? Have you been documenting the feelings and events of your life? You should. They say ‘write what you know’ and we all know how we are feeling more often than not. Grab those feelings and shove them into a box, keep them ready to be used to bring your readers to tears from either pain or joy, to make them laugh out loud so people give them the side-eye on the subway. 

What are you working on that will make me feel for your characters today? 


Reviewed: Consensually Speaking with Gio

Okay, first, let me say why I’m writing a review here on the blog. I dislike Apple and I will never ever download iTunes again. The only time I downloaded it was the best reason ever – The Librarians pilot episode had extended scenes and the first one was free. I couldn’t say no. 

On to the podcast. If you don’t follow me on Twitter (you really should, I’m a hoot along with my #CoffeeCrew and #TwitterTribe), this guy (Gio) started a podcast. He was looking for people to come onto the podcast and chat about kinky fuckery. We chatted in direct messages and I found him to be non-creepy and quite fun to chat with – therefore, he gets good marks just for that.

So, I pimped out his podcast. In fact, I did a pretty good job, because my amazing #SisterInSmut Oleander Plume scheduled a chat with him. This excited me. Then, I get messages on Twitter again from Gio that made me laugh out loud – and if it makes me actually laugh out loud, then even more good marks. He wanted to know why I would spread word far and wide about his podcast but not make a date to chat myself.

And so I did. And not just me, either. Professor Sex has been in the hot seat and Dr. J. when life returns to non-hurricane madness will be making an appointment. AND, there may be an episode where Oleander, Dr. J. and I are all on together. At once. Yes, you should feel for Gio, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into there.

I had a lot of fun and so will you. If you aren’t sure, listen to what he has published out there now. You’ll enjoy learning about him and the people he’s chatting with about how they got into bdsm and their take on the lifestyle, various levels of kink and more.

I don’t know when the episode goes live but, yes, I chatted with Gio on the podcast – lil ole me. Talking about KINKY FUCKERY and writing and twitter and writer friends. And I have no idea what else. Try the podcast out, then make your date with Gio, he’s worth it. FIVE STARS if you need an actual rating.

So, if you are an author, a sex blogger, into the kinky bdsm lifestyle, and just want to say “HEY, this is me and my kinky life and why I am a kinky fucker” please follow Gio on twitter. He’s a great guy, he’s fun to chat with, and you might even get to take the “How Kinky are You?” quiz.


Podcast on iTunes | Twitter

(And you’ll get the really cool badge I somehow instigated him into making… Yep, that was me. I did it.)

A Penny for Your Thoughts: Reviewing Books

I know I don’t write the best reviews when it comes to reviewing period, but there are some things I look for specifically when I read them. Here’s a rundown!

I will actually start with the lowest ratings. I want to know what annoyed readers about a book. Is there a specific reason they didn’t care for it or are they just being a troll? I’ll look for things about the characters themselves and the writing as well. I can handle it if the grammar isn’t perfect (mine is nowhere near) but if the heroine or hero are unlikable, then I won’t bother reading.

If I want to read something that has a ton of conflict or emotional strife, I’ll read something dystopian. I’ve read both the Hunger Games and the Divergent series. I’ve also seen the movies. I enjoyed both (so far). In fact, I think you should read the Hunger Games books before seeing the movies because you have a ton of insight the movies aren’t able to offer – such as what’s going through Katniss’ mind while she’s wandering the woods in the dome.

I get that new lovers are going to have issues finding balance – but if the hero is an absolute dick and treats everyone like shit – and has less emotional quotient than Walter O’Brien from Scorpion – then I highly doubt they are going to be interested in a simpering heroine who is unable to function properly without someone yanking her puppet strings.

After reading the lowest ranking reviews, I go to the top ranking reviews and find out what they have to say. Did they just LOVE LOVE LOVE the book? Why did they love it? Are they in absolute contradiction from the low-rated reviews? Do they list specific reasons why they love the hero, the heroine, and which parts made them squeal in delight? Do they list the parts that they could’ve done without? This is a big thing with me, if there is something you dislike about a book, I want to know because that helps me both as a reader AND as a writer. I know I can’t please everyone – and I certainly don’t aim for those standards – but it’s still insightful information.

I also look to see if the person is a verified sale or if they received an advanced reader’s copy. You have to state it if you received an ARC on Amazon.. There are books that I have received an ARC for that I’ve also bought because that is how much I loved the title. Does the person posting the review have a website specifically for reviewing books? I look for this because then there might be more to the review on their website than on GoodReads or Amazon.

If nothing has put me off via the reviews, then I go to the Look Inside to see what the author has to offer in the first 10% of the book. Did you know there are authors who will put a snippet of a sexy scene in the first 10% to get you tempted to buy the book? If not, they do when you’re buying erotica. I keep scrolling and find out what kind of action the book starts out with and which POV they are in. If I’m psyched from the first 10% then I will most-likely do a 1-click gimme that now.

I enjoy character-driven stories. I like consequences for actions. I like adventure. I absolutely need more humor in my life. Make me laugh, make me hold my sides because they ache. Make me fall in love with these characters. I get that there are people out there who seem to go for the ‘bad boy’ who’s a real dick, and to each their own, but they aren’t welcome in my Kindle any longer. I’m tired of the assholes, the guys who are technically raping the woman because she’s told them to leave several times, has said the word no several times. In my world – no means no. No doesn’t mean maybe, No doesn’t mean yes. No doesn’t mean I’ll think about it. No means no. There are also differences between No, don’t stop! and No. Don’t. Stop. I see a lot more of the latter than the former these days.

Are you looking to join a Kinky Book Club? Check out Loving BDSM – they have what you’re looking for!

How do you judge a book by a review? Do you have an exhausting process to go through? Have you been burned by reviews before? I have, that’s why I read the lowest ratings – they’re the ones who will mention if the guy is a dick or rapist. They are the ones that will complain the loudest, the longest, without being a troll.


Masturbation Monday: Traffic Jam – Part Two

Sometimes when you think you have privacy, you don’t. Someone might be watching and enjoying everything that you’re doing.

“I’m bored.” I craned my neck looking at the line of traffic before and after us. Everyone, stopped, most people had put their vehicles in park. Some had even shut them off. Being stuck on the highway could be bad, especially if you forgot to fill your gas tank. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about any of that.

“Relax, sweetheart, we’ll be there soon enough.” Eddie patted me on my bare knee. The dress I wore was flirty and swayed when I turned quickly. I loved the little pleats in it and the pattern of flowers on the white fabric. His fingers lingered a little longer than normal.

I couldn’t help myself and I squirmed in my seat. “But I’m bored out of my mind.” I whined and tried to get comfortable. The giant SUV had amazing seats, but not when you were stuck in traffic. Eddie’s hand ended up further along my thigh. He squeezed hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt.

“Calm down now or I’ll spank you right here and now.” The firmness in his voice settled me. But not for long. I kept playing with the window button. Up and down. Up and down. I checked out the guy in the car next to us.

“He’s kind of hot. Do you think he’d like to watch if you spanked me?” The giggle escaped and Eddie loosened his belt, then leaned over as far as he could to glance at the guy. “Hey, easy there. You’re such a big brute!”

Eddie squished me into my seat, his shoulder grinding against my breast in a very pleasant way. My nipples peaked and I shuddered at the lust he’d incited inside me. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to stay still now. “Daddy… I need you. Right now.”

“Nope, not happening.” I watched him move back into his seat and fiddle with the radio. He’d turned on the traffic station, but they weren’t reporting anything new. Channel surfing made me even more fidgety. I looked out the window again, pouting.

“Baby, please don’t be upset. We’re in the middle of a traffic jam. They could have this cleaned up any second and the last thing we need is a cop coming to knock on the window to find us playing around.” Eddie pouted back at me, giving me puppy eyes, blinking those stormy grey eyes at me. I couldn’t resist. I melted.

“If we don’t get moving soon, this seat is going to need detailed. I’m so wet right now for you, Daddy.” I crooned at him. I made kissy faces at him. I ran my hands down the top of my dress, pulling it to give him a peek at the bra I was wearing underneath – his favorite.

“Oh damn, baby girl, you get me so hot.” Eddie fumbled in between his legs, getting himself resituated. Then he looked in the car on his other side. “This chick over here is eating her lunch. I don’t think we’ll be moving as soon as I thought.”

“Not yet, baby. Wait for him. I want you to come when he comes.”

“Oh. My. God.” I leaned out my window so far, Eddie grabbed my clothing. I don’t know what he was thinking. I wasn’t going to fall out or anything. I mean, damn, I had the seatbelt on.

“What’s going on, baby?” He leaned over behind me, but I was taking up as much space in the window as possible.

“This guy over here is whacking off. Like, seriously, he’s yanking his junk right now.” I licked my lips. “Daddy, I want to taste him. Can I invite him over here with us?”

“No baby girl, you cannot invite him here with us.” Eddie slid fingers along my thigh, then under my skirt. “You’re not wearing the panties I told you to wear.”

I wiggled against his fingers. “They’re in my purse. I was going to put them on when we got there.” Eddie’s fingers slid along my crack while I watched the guy in the car next to us stroke his meat to whatever he was listening to. I could see his lips moving, probably mouthing the lyrics of the song I couldn’t quite hear.

“Daddy, please.” Eddie continued sliding his fingers along a pre-determined path. I bit my lip and moaned. I grabbed the door and rocked against his hand, willing him to at least fingerbang me. And then it happened, his fingers slid inside and heat suffused me.

“Yes, that’s it Daddy. Keep rocking with me while the boy in that car wanks off.” A long, low moan tried to escape, but I clamped my lips tight against it. I probably sounded like a cat in heat to anyone that could hear us. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. I needed this.

“Can I come, Daddy?” Eddie nipped the back of my neck, he was right with me now, looking over my shoulder at the man in the next car, watching him as he stroked himself.

“Not yet baby.” Eddie reached around and squeezed my breast, making sure to pinch the nipple hard. When he breathed, his hot breath coated the back of my neck, causing shivers in other now chilly areas. I could hear the sounds his fingers made as I rode him, harder and faster, in time with the boy in the next lane.

“Now, Daddy?” Eddie was breathing hard, his hair stirring my styled hair. Lips grazed my neck and then his tongue.

“Not yet, baby. Wait for him. I want you to come when he comes.” He moved his hand from my breast and feeling rushed back into my nipple, only to glide down the front of me and under my skirt to pinch my clit. It wasn’t as hard as my nipple, but it caused me to cry out.

“You see him, baby? He’s about to come. He’s about to spurt all over.” The young man was searching for something, and then found it. A napkin. “Are you ready baby? Come for me.”

As the young man writhed against his seat in what he believed to be the privacy of his own vehicle, I came hard on my Daddy’s strong, long fingers. I held onto the door, knuckles white from the strain as I clamped my lips closed to keep from screaming out my pleasure.

I rested my head against the door for a moment, but Eddie, after licking his fingers clean, pulled me back into my seat and hit his button to roll my window back up.

“Oh Daddy, that was fanfuckingtastic. Can we do that again sometime?” I sat boneless in my seat, a dreamy state fogging my brain.

“Traffic is moving. Maybe we can do it again sometime. I’ll give you five minutes to recover and then you’re going to suck my cock like a good little slut for Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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