Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Nine

Welcome to Tease – Part Nine. Right this way to pleasure… and torment.

“Pet. Downstairs now. Get my gear. You know where it’s kept.” Piper extracted herself from me, her hands gliding down my chest to stroke my cock before turning and speeding towards the door. I hadn’t noticed she’d removed her shoes earlier. I had no idea if she was wearing panties.

I stripped, wanting to be naked tonight. When I made it downstairs, I saw she did the same. Her clothing was folded neatly and set on top of the tool chest I kept my rope and other items of torment. She’d pulled out the rope and I found a nice photo in black and white set on top of the coil. “I want you to do that to me.”

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“I don’t think you’re ready for this yet.” I ripped up the photo and put it out of my mind. With one glance it was racing, sweat beaded my forehead. I wanted nothing more than to make her look like the photo and then use her as my fucktoy. I knew she wasn’t ready. Or, perhaps I wasn’t ready to see her trussed up like that. “Don’t pout at me like that. I’ll make sure to bind you like that sooner than you think.”

Working fast and careful, I had her wrists and ankles wrapped in cuffs. Using the suspension rig, I raised her, legs splayed between two struts. “Now there’s what I’ve been aching for.” Without another word, I sank my tongue between her spread thighs. Piper moaned and I delved deeper.

“Is this what you want, pet?” Another moan was my reply. I kept her on the edge, taking joy in the way she writhed and blubbered. I flicked my tongue against her clit and her thighs twitched as though an electric current ran through her muscles.

I kissed and nibbled my way up her body. Delving my fingers into her tight hole and sucking her nipples made Piper writhe against my mouth and her bonds. It was too much even for me.

“I could do this forever and never get tired of the taste of your skin.”

“You can do this as much as you want,” Piper gasped, “but please tell me you’re going to fuck me at some point, Sir.” Sir was drawn out and turned into another moan when I distracted her with my thumb massaging her clit and my teeth sinking into her flesh for a touch of pain.

“I’ll do to you whatever I want, pet.” I rubbed and squeezed both ass cheeks. I reached up and pulled, then reset the lines holding her ankles. With her ass fully exposed, I gave a playful smack. “I think you need a spanking for being so sassy, but how many smacks?”

With each smack, her cheeks turned pink and the little squeak she made focused my intent on squeezing every ounce of pleasure from both of us that I could. “From the wetness dripping from between your thighs, I have a thought you may be enjoying this.”

“Harder, Sir. You can spank me harder.” Piper’s voice had a dreamy quality to it as if she’d spent the day getting a deep tissue massage. I couldn’t stop the wicked grin from forming and slapped her hard. I watched her flesh ripple.

Reaching between her legs, I slid my fingers up and pinched her nipple. “God, I love how you writhe and gasp and the way your eyes roll when you’re overloaded with pleasure and pain.” I licked and nibbled on her thighs. When I made my way to her apex, I licked her the same way I had the first time, from the top of her ass crack all the way to her clit. I fluttered my tongue against her most sensitive areas.

“Please fuck me. Please let me come, Sir. I’ll do anything, let you do anything.” Listening to Piper beg and plead made me want to give in, to fuck her until I passed out from absolute pleasure. It also made me want to torment her even longer, to listen to her whimper and moan on the edge.

Can you handle more? Then check out Part Ten!

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Adventures in Writing: Sisters in Smut

Twitter Tribe and Sisters in Smut

If you follow me on Twitter along with my Twitter Tribe (you really should, we’re a party in your pants), there’s always one of us saying (probably me) “I need that on a t-shirt!”. I created a little something for the Sisters in Smut and I’m actually considering a campaign. Proceeds would most likely benefit Planned Parenthood.

I believe Eliza David is the first person to coin #SistersinSmut, so if she has other ideas, I’m open to them, of course. But a bunch of us chatted over the weekend about creating a t-shirt. I can’t help myself when my muse bites me (and why would I want to anyway) and started fiddling around with designs.

And if there’s enough interest garnered, I’ll go ahead and create the campaign.

I’ve also created a badge for those interested: Just copy and paste and post to your site if so interested:





Adventures in Writing: Being a Good Influence

This post is a little… okay, a lot emotional. This is post two in my “Being a Good Author Friend” series. Stay Tuned, there’s always more. I recommend tissues if you watch This is Water. I highly recommend watching This is Water.

Everyone is influenced by someone or something happening around them. While I attribute a lot of my good author influences to my fellow authors, I also attribute them to watching someone and seeing how they work. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know I’m a fan of Christian Kane. If you check his Twitter or Instagram, you’ll see something intriguing. He not only promotes himself, he also promotes his fellow singers, songwriters, actors, and the people who work with him in those fields.

So, I took a page out of his book. I wanted to share people who shared my values in life. Good food, good drinks, good times, and most of all, good stories. I wanted to be a good influence for others and I hoped that in being good to them, they would do the same. It appears to be working (insert evil laughter here). If there is one thing anyone should ever strive for in life – it’s to be good. Nothing more, nothing less. Be good. Make good choices.

No, it isn’t an easy thing to make good choices. But it is easy to share, be friendly, smile when you don’t mean it, and be cordial. A lot of people in the world have lost this ability to talk to each other in a respectful manner. Instead, we snipe and snark and get snippy. The thing about being an author – a lot of our conversations are in text. Cold, boring, emotionless text.

We can pretty it up with emojis, LOLs, or GIFs, but it’s still text. There’s no voice other than the one in your head reading it, and if you’re feeling hurt or battered, then most of the things you read are going to leave you feeling beaten down and hitting rock bottom. It happens to all of us so don’t feel alone or weird or whatever when this happens to you.

My best recommendation before you reply is to walk away. If you don’t have a day job to drag you away from it, then go for a walk in the woods or around the block. Play with the kids if you’ve got them at home, or chase the cat around with the vacuum cleaner. Anything that doesn’t involve a screen. Anything that will give you time to focus on everything else. Rebalance. Listen to loud music, dance badly. Whatever you need to do to get back to good.

I’m going to share a shortened video made based on This is Water by David Foster Wallace. I’m sure most, if not all, of you have seen or heard This is Water, but perhaps it’s time for a reminder. Not everyone’s day is like yours. The hardest thing in life is to be kind and we are running short on kindness more and more each day. Don’t be the one that ruins someone’s day because you couldn’t take a moment to breathe, to count, to walk away. It’s so easy for someone to say the wrong thing – it doesn’t matter if they purposefully were mean or not – it’s how you react, how you handle it that makes the difference.

Some people have short fuses and explode immediately, while others are a sleeping volcano, where the magma is rising and rising and rising until one day – ka-boom – there’s just one thing too many and their top blows. When that happens, the person they burn is the nearest or latest in a long line of offenses, upsets, emotionally draining incidents. It happens. We all have this happen. The best way is to take some time alone after it happens and try to come back and apologize. Agree to disagree. If you can come back together after some time, that’s great. If not, then that’s okay, too. We are all allowed our own personal preferences.

Ask anyone that follows me. Anytime they thank me for something publicly or privately, my usual reply is “I do my best.” Because that’s the truth. We all need to try to do our best.

This is Water-David Foster Wallace from alexander correll on Vimeo.

In short: Don’t be a dick.

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Eight

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I have for you here today exactly what you’ve been waiting for – another naughty, teasing, delectable part of Tease. We’re still inside Mack’s head as he tries to gain insight into his own wants and needs.

Cold showers weren’t working. It had been a week since I touched Piper. By the time I got back in town, it was the middle of the night. Pouty lips and her sweet voice begging me to take her filled my dreams. I ached deep inside. No woman ever got a hold of me like this. Figuring out what made Piper special drove me into madness. 

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Ten thousand times I caught myself musing ways to torment her. Ten thousand times I watched the ten-second video she sent me. At this point, I feared being a two-pump chump when I did plunge deep into her. Distracted, reporters had to repeat their questions, photographers had to snap photos two or three times because I was staring off into space. The models all whined that I didn’t pay attention to them any longer. Feelings boiled inside me and I was incapable of deciphering them. 

I had stopped calling Piper during the past week. Every time I heard her voice, I wanted to ask her what she was wearing. I wanted to order her to slide her fingers deep inside and pummel herself until she came, moaning my name over the phone. Hurt feelings poked at me from her text messages. She’d asked me if I was okay and I replied I was fine. It was an outright lie. I wasn’t fine. No, my assessment had been correct. I was screwed. 

All night I tossed and turned, sheets tangled in a mess, sweat breaking out every time I went to touch Piper and she vanished. Rolling out of bed when my alarm blared to life, I decided today was a hot shower kind of day. I stood under the spray, imagining Piper soaked in front of me, on her knees, her mouth wrapped around me as I tangled her hair in my fists. The things I was going to do to her might scare her away. I didn’t want to scare her, I wanted her close, wrapped in my arms, her legs around my waist as she screamed for more. 

When I got to the office, late, she was already there. Setting a cup of coffee and her favorite donut on her desk made her look up at me. “Good morning. I’m sorry if it seemed I was short with you this past week. Can you stay late tonight? There’s a ton of stuff to go over from the show.”

I might let you climax tonight since you greeted me in such a glorious manner.

Piper stared at the donut and then glanced up at me. She was wearing glasses today and when her eyes looked at me over the rims, I almost soaked my pants in jizz. I felt pierced to the soul with the hurt in them. “Please, pet?” 

Something changed then, warmth filled her cheeks and her eyes defrosted. I no longer felt as though I’d been stabbed with a dagger. The slight nod she gave me was enough to boost my ego. “Thank you.” 

When I heard people packing up to go, I blinked and looked around. I had no idea what work I had done today. It was a complete blur. I saw notes from meetings, notes from last week’s show, and emails that I received replies on, but the only thing in my mind was Piper, bound and suspended, while I tasted and ravaged her body with my hands and mouth. 

The last person left the building, the heavy door clanking loud from their exit, I rose out of my chair. Piper did the same and she was kneeling before me moments later. My pants were around my ankles within seconds. I’d never had my belt undone so fast. Hands and lips wrapped around me and I groaned in need. “Fuck, Piper, wait.” 

There was no stopping her. I didn’t want to stop her. I tangled my hands in her hair and took what I wanted. I forced myself deeper into her mouth. I pulled back when she choked and then pushed in again. I wanted down her throat. I wanted to fill her belly with every drop my heavy balls held. I wanted to write her name on the glass wall of the office overlooking the work area below in dripping semen. 

Before any of that could happen, she released me and pulled back, and sat on her heels. “Apologies, Sir. I might have missed you last week.” It took every ounce of effort not to coat her face and hair in a river of white stickiness. 

“I couldn’t tell. Redress me, pet. We’ll go play downstairs. I might let you climax tonight since you greeted me in such a glorious manner.” Piper pulled up my pants and redressed me. Pulling her to her feet and into my arms, I kissed her. I kissed her hard and leaving no chance of a doubt in her mind that I wanted her. I bit her pouty lips and sucked on her tongue the way she had sucked on my cock. Feeling her muscles relax as her body softened against mine, I held her tighter. 

Wanting her, wanting to claim her, wanting to make her mine pounded through my mind. I wanted no one else to touch this woman but me. No other woman had ever made me feel this way. I needed her and only her. If I didn’t need food and water to live, I could live off her taste and touch.

Oh, Mack. You’ve got it BAD and it’s only going to get harder the further you go. Continue on to Part Nine!

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Adventures in Writing: Being a Good Author Friend

I want all authors to take a deep breath. And then let it out. Take another and let it out. One more time, breathe with me.


I feel it’s been very difficult for some authors out there to be good author friends. Or, perhaps they are only good author friends to authors who fit a certain criteria. Either way, I want to help you realize your potential as a good author friend. Good author friends don’t go around bashing other authors or their readers to their author friends. They don’t go whispering about their secrets. Good author friends support and help lift their author friends to reach their potential.

Think of it in terms of climbing Mt. Everest. You can’t do it alone. You need a team. You need a guide. You need good people around you to help you get as far up as you can go, and if you’re in any kind of danger, you need the type of people around you that will yank on your rope and say “Hey man, not that way. That way leads to danger and death.” Danger and Death mean bashing other authors or your readers.

I keep seeing all these posts about authors behaving badly and it just hurts. There’s plenty of fucking sand in the box, folks. Everyone can play. It doesn’t matter who is successful and can quit their day job and who can’t. It doesn’t matter who scored that advance and contract and who didn’t. What matters is that you did what you could to help your author friend to achieve their goal.

Being a good author friend means helping not hurting.

I love helping my author friends. I love conversing with them on Twitter. I enjoy being at the Facebook Parties. Even if I don’t know who they really are, I know that I am helping them possibly make a sale or gain a reader. I enjoy bringing people into the Twitter Tribe (also known as my Coffee Crew and other fun names). It doesn’t even matter if you write completely different genres or for different reasons. I have a friend who has a religious blog and occasionally gives a sermon. I read and edit her sermons and I’m not a religious person at all. I learn some things when reading her sermons. I let her know what’s too wordy or too ambiguous (which may just be me since I don’t study religion the way she does). I don’t judge her for being a religious writer and she doesn’t judge me for writing smut – which she’s also read.

Being a good author friend means being there for authors. If an author is behaving badly… if they are treating other authors like their hard work doesn’t matter as much as theirs, and they treat their readers like they are stupid and didn’t get what they were trying to say – let it go because it will bite them in the ass.

Pay attention to this website because I’m going to be doing a round-up of good author friends of mine and what I like about them and why you may want to read them, friend them, write like them. Until then, have a fantastic Thursday.

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Seven

Good evening, my kinky fans! I know you’ve waited extra long for this installment and I hope it teases you enough to stick around for another. This time, we’re inside Mack’s mind. Enjoy!

I hated being out of the shop, but I was the face of the company. Going to a few shows now and then helped us gain recognition. We could do less work and make more money. Restoration was a rich man’s game and I enjoyed collecting all those bills. However, not having Piper up close and personal was rough. While my pet didn’t know it, I followed the same rules she did. No masturbation.

Skipping parts is against the rules, kinky fuckers.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Not sinking myself deep and fucking her like a rag doll was difficult, but I wouldn’t go back to being that guy. My years of using and throwing women aside were done and over. Entering the D/s lifestyle brought about rules and structure. Respect. But sometimes, I really just wanted be a naughty motherfucker and I couldn’t resist it today.

Send me a photo, pet.

What kind of photo?

I could picture Piper flushing from her toes to her nose. She knew exactly what kind of photo I wanted. Something naughty, dammit. Her panties. Her pussy. Her tits. I didn’t care. I needed to see her. I wanted to see all of her, but that would have to wait until I returned.

You pick. Panties, pussy, tits. Surprise me, pet.

Waiting was the difficult part. What would she choose? Would she follow through?

I’ll reward you when I return if you send me something I like, pet.

Camera flashes blinded me as the pack of reporters made their way over. I answered questions on auto-pilot. In the front of my mind, I pictured Piper finding a secluded place in the shop to take a naughty photo. I smiled, a model in a skimpy dress on each arm.

“Hey, can you text me that photo? I’d like to share it on my social profiles.” I pointed at the car geek blogger with a cell phone.

“Oh fuck, I’m so screwed.”

“Hell yeah, man. What number?” I rattled off the digits and moments later it popped up on my phone.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure your credit is on the photo as well.” I shook his hand and the pack moved on to the next platform.

Here’s a little something for social media, pet.

I attached the photo and the credit details for the photo. People were breaking away for lunch and I followed the crowd, tucking my phone away. Every time it buzzed, I froze, wondering if it was Piper’s photo. I ignored it, though.

Finally, when I got back to the hotel room, I pulled out my phone. I read and replied to text messages concerning work matters first, then went to Piper’s message. Seeing what she sent me about knocked my socks off. She’d gone beyond just a photo and sent me a little clip of her caressing herself from collarbone all the way down to between her legs. I played it again and again.

That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my pet.

I sent a photo of my torso, shirt open, just a peek of how my cock stood out against my pants.

Do you see what you do to me? I’m all excited and you aren’t here to help me out of this predicament. You’re such a tease.

Imagining Piper reading that and smirking made me smile. The day she came back to the shop, I knew all about it. I knew exactly what she would see when she returned. Hiding her phone had been the best idea because these days people hated being separated from them. Binding women who looked a little like her had stopped being enough a few weeks prior and it was time to up the game.

I’m quite sure the tease is you. I’m the one that gets sent home after being tormented, remember?

If you’re a good pet, maybe I’ll take care of a few of those needs when I get back.

Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good pet.

Moments after the last text, she sent me another photo, this time of her giving me that sexy pout that had attracted me to her in the first place.

“Oh fuck, I’m so screwed.”

Mack is back in town and he’s missed Piper…but has she missed him?

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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Technical Blather: Losses and Gains

Welcome, friends. I implore you to take some time out of your super busy day/night/life to visit my dear friend Dr. J.

For the past few weeks, we’ve been pouring over the internet for fixes and help, but when it came down to it, the easiest thing to do was to rebuild almost from scratch. It’s hard enough when you lose files due to a hard drive crash (been there, done that, twice… it really sucks) but it’s hell when you lose your webby home and can’t back anything up.

I’m not a master, but I’m good enough when it comes down to it and I did what I could to help. I downloaded every page and image. I installed WordPress. I created a header (which may or may not change). I copied and pasted each post starting with the oldest post, even though they’d have appeared in the proper order since in WordPress you can change the posting date.

So, now you know why I’ve been fairly quiet all week and all weekend. Researching, scouring the web, adding on the WordPress forums to input. It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend, though, and it’s fairly close to done.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t save the comments, so if you’ve commented in the past at Dr. J’s blog, please stop by over there and look around. You may have a link going to one or more of her posts that may be broken now. Apologies for that, even if I could have done an import, they’d have probably been broken anyway.

However, she has used links in the past, so those will go to the new site and most likely give the visitor a list of items they may be trying to get to. With luck, we won’t have any issues in the future. Also, she’s on WordPress now, so you can like her posts and follow her blog using the Reader.

Forgive us as we continue to tweak it to her preferences! And thanks for being an amazing bunch of writers and readers and supporters of the incredible Dr. J!

Excerpt: Knead

Well hello there! This is a story near and dear to my heart. I actually chatted with someone who regularly makes homemade pizza – so yeah, actual research – for this story. It was originally shorter for Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Between the Sheets class. I hope you enjoy the longer, naughtier version.

Zane turned around, laughter bubbling up and out of him, then gone as he pointed at me. “Now you look like a baker.” 

“What does that mean?” I could feel my forehead scrunch in confusion as I looked at him in confusion. 

“Oh, nothing. Just some flour on your face. It looks good on you.” He rejoined me behind the island, but beside me to chop vegetables. I bit back a sigh of regret that he didn’t stand directly behind me again, but I knew we had to get things done. 

“I think this dough is ready, but I’m not sure.” I’d watched him chop peppers and mushrooms. He was about to grate cheese when I spoke up. 

“Okay, switch me, and I’ll shape it.” I didn’t mind going back to grating cheese. Shaping the dough, getting the thickness just right, and then forming the crust were still beyond me. I hoped the dough was elastic and not too dry. 

I munched on a slice of green pepper as I watched him work. “You will grate some cheese, right? I need it before the vegetables.” He winked at me when I stared at him, my eyes almost popping out of my head. 

“Yes, sorry, I wanted to watch,” I shrugged a little, “and nibble.” Zane’s smile eased my mind and I grabbed the block of cheese to grate. 

“No worries. Feed me a pepper, would you? I am getting hungry, all this pizza and ingredients lying around.” He leaned into my space and I froze. 

“Uh, yeah, okay.” Giddiness filled my head as I grabbed a green pepper and held it out. He chopped them long and fine. Zane opened his mouth to take it from me, his lips grazing the tips of my fingers when he pulls away. 

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Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Six

In case you missed it, I placed a poll on Twitter asking people if they wanted Tease Part Six NOW or LATER. Now won, so here you go! I almost feel bad for those of you that voted yes… but you get what you asked for. I have a feeling John Brownstone (@SouthernSirsPl) will be quite proud of me.

“Do you want to be hog-tied and blindfolded and left untouched for an hour?” Mack’s fingers pressed into my crack over my skirt. “You would look delectable tied up like that.” My hips lifted to his touch. 

“No, Sir, please. Touch me, use me, make me yours.” The words escaped before I knew what I was saying. I froze, a chill running through me as I panicked.

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“That’s what I wanted to hear, pet.” Teeth nipped at my thigh before I realized he’d kneeled down in front of me. Guiding my legs, Mack spread me open and went straight for gold. Sucking on my clit caused my knees to turn to water, but he held me below while the ropes held me above. 

Within a few moments, my thighs were slick. I couldn’t help but gush with the way he worked his tongue and lips around my nub. The echoes of my moans reverberated off the metal doors and concrete walls. Without time to recover, Mack slid up my body, popping buttons open on my blouse. Teeth and tongue marked my skin and I pressed into each nip. 

Mack nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear. “Do you want my cock, pet? Do you want me to ride you like a rock star? How about a rodeo cowboy? Fast and out of control?” Lips wrapped around my nipple and he sucked my breast into his mouth until he couldn’t take any more. I knew I’d have teeth marks and didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted him. 

“Please, Sir.” I dared to glance up into his eyes. Mack’s stubbly chin glistened with my juices, the smirk on his face held a wicked edge that matched the glint in his eyes. I knew that glint, that smirk. It had appeared many times in my dreams last night. 

Unzipping his pants, Mack pressed himself against me. He held himself with a rigid hand, controlling every dip into my slick lips. He leaned close to my face and smeared his chin against my lips. I licked with the tip of my tongue, the taste of myself exploded in my mouth. I darted forward and licked more off of him. 

“See, you hit the nail on the head there. I will use you as I see fit.”

“You’re a daring pet.” His voice had lost its edge. I could tell he wanted to lose control, but all he kept doing was dragging the head of his cock back and forth over my opening, occasionally dipping just inside, only to pull back out. 

Deciding bold was the way to go, I moved my hips back and forth and lowered myself when he dipped inside, matching his movements with my own. Mack grabbed me by the hips, fingers splayed and pressed hard into me. “Naughty pet. We have plenty of time to play. There’s no need to rush to the end. If all you want is a hard fuck and forgotten, then you shouldn’t be here with me.” 

“No, I just want you to use me as you see fit. Fuck me, Mack. I know you want to. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Please.” I bit my lip, remembering where I was, in the position I had chosen. “Sir, fuck me.” 

“See, you hit the nail on the head there. I will use you as I see fit.” Mack sank his length into me, pulling me down onto him. Every nerve-ending lit up like flipping on light switches. Then he stopped, holding me there in place with those strong hands. 

Unmoving. Unmovable. Mack prevented me from rocking against him and held us in place like statues trapped in an eternal pause. “Oh, Piper. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.” He licked my lips, then kissed me hard. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, hoping the simulation of sex would force him to give in, but all he did was pull back and laugh. 

“Nice try, but my control is outstanding.” Mack removed his cock from me and I whimpered. “No, wait, I need-“ 

Mack placed two fingers on my lips. “I will dictate what you need.” He zipped himself away and reached up to untie the ropes that bound my wrists. He rubbed them gently, turning them over in his hands, checking my reflexes. “Any pain? Or numbness?” 

I shook my head no, to devastated to speak. I swallowed back the tears stinging my eyes. I couldn’t figure out what game he was playing with me. 

“Look, Piper, I do want you. But I have specific needs. I think if you’re willing, you’ll meet every single one of them and we’ll have some explosive sex. Go home.” He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed me by the back of the neck to whisper in my ear. “No masturbation tonight. You signed the contract. Be a good pet.” Mack turned me towards the door and slapped me on the ass. When I looked over my shoulder, he was cleaning up the mess I’d made on the floor and putting the rope into a bucket. 

Emotions warred within me, but I decided he had to be worth the wait. Just feeling him inside me had made me have a minor orgasm. I wanted to know what it would feel like going all the way and fucking like animals with him. Not masturbating tonight was going to be the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.

Oh Dear… what I have done? Yes… I’ve made you wait, yet again, at the edge, this time with no release. Tsk… 

Check out Part Seven – From Mack’s mind to your … libido.

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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Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Five

Welcome to another installment of Tease. Does Piper have any clue as to what she’s getting herself into with Mack? Will Mack be able to control himself – and if not, will Piper be able to handle him?

The entire day at work, I was a mess. I tripped twice, dropped two folders full of paperwork – which I then had to sort and put back together – and screamed when Mack walked up behind me ninja quiet to get a fresh cup of coffee. By the time the day was over, everyone had given me side-eye at least twice. And I may have given whiplash to two people. I was sure to be recommended for drug testing.

Folded and stuffed into an envelope that I tucked under my keyboard was the contract filled out and signed. I had circled a few items and had put red x’s next to the ones that were an absolute hard limit. The ones I didn’t have time to research this morning were simply crossed-out, to be researched some other time.

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Everyone was gone by six. Except Mack and myself. I took a deep breath and pulled the envelope with his name scrawled onto the front.

“Please tell me that isn’t your resignation. I really can’t afford to lose you and you know I can barely afford you.” The warmth of his breath tickled the back of my neck. I swallowed hard and gasped for air.

“No, it’s um,” I licked my lips, “it’s the contract. Signed, sealed, and delivered.” I handed him the envelope. I felt the flush moving up my skin, but didn’t care. Let him see the desire and embarrassment it caused.

Mack opened the envelope, looked over the pages, then folded everything back up and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “Is this the reason you’ve been on edge all day?” He slid his fingers along my jaw, towards my ear, then into my hair. “Why don’t I help you relax a little?”

Husky voice, eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his kissable lips. He kneaded the back of my neck with his strong fingers. So gentle, squeezing and releasing, helping the tension melt from my body. “Yes, that’s nice.” I couldn’t help my eyes sliding closed, a sigh escaping my lips as I leaned into his touch.

“Sweet Piper, I had so much trouble sleeping last night. I wanted to call you. I wanted to order you to come to me and get on your knees. I wanted to fuck you until I couldn’t move.” He splayed his fingers and pressed his hand into my upper back. I was breathless.

“I would have, Mack.” Slipping his hand down my spine, Mack lifted my skirt. My eyes had closed and I didn’t have the urge to open them and look at him, but I imagined his naughty smirk when he found that I wasn’t wearing anything beneath it.

“Oh yes, please.” I received another smack.

Instead, I got a hard smack, bringing me out of the pleasant feeling and into an adrenaline rush. “You.” Another hard smack. “Will address me.” I didn’t flinch this time when he spanked me again. “As Sir.” I prepared for another, but instead received a warm hand rubbing my sore ass cheek. It melted into a desire that rivaled how I felt yesterday.

“My apologies, Sir.” I shifted my gaze down, even though all I wanted was to see approval in his eyes. I took a slow deep breath, then let it out even slower than I had taken it in. All that yoga taught me breathing was essential to many things in life and I figured it wouldn’t hurt jumping into something completely alien to me.

“Come with me.” Mack, Sir, took my hand and led me out of the offices and into the garage. He positioned me under one of the lifts. “Stay.” Pulling out his keys, he unlocked the bottom drawer on his personal tool chest. He pulled out rope and walked back over.

Binding my wrists, he looped the rope over a left of the lift. He didn’t even try to suspend me, just hold me in place. “For simplicity, I stick to basic safe words. Red means stop. Green means keep going. Yellow means you need a moment.” His hands rested on my hips, teeth nipped the back of my bare neck. Wearing my hair in a bun had been an excellent decision.

I pressed my hips back into him, wanting him to do something to me. Anything. Tongue, fingers, cock. I didn’t care, I wanted him to take me. “Oh yes, please.” I received another smack. “Sir, please, I beg you.”

“Beg me for what, Piper? Do you even know what you want? Do you want spanked?” Three more smacks rang through the garage. The feel of his palm rubbing the hot skin to sooth the ache caused my heart to race faster than the smacks. It was that touch that caused me to sizzle.

What choices will Mack offer Piper and which one will she choose?

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Reviewed: Horatio Slice by Oleander Plume

Please know that this is a passionate review for a passionate book. Enjoy!

I have so many titles running through my head for this post, but I went with a plain title/author combo because I wanted to share them here in the post. P.S. Reading this might feel as though you’re on a roller coaster after smoking crack. Sorry, not sorry.

First and foremost, if you don’t like male/male combinations, then you might not enjoy this book. However, it’s been told to me that there are guys who don’t like male/male combinations and they did enjoy this book. Try having an open mind! It is chock full of fun and you won’t be sorry. I feel very lucky to have been chosen to receive an ARC of Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe. It’s been a long time since I have opened a novel and was sucked in so deeply I didn’t want to move until I absorbed every last letter.

Alternate Title One: “Kissing is better when you’re naked.” – A quote from the Guitar Slayer himself.

Oleander Plume sent me a message on Twitter asking if I’d be interested in reading it prior to release. I needed to change my panties after that because holy crap – getting the guitar slayer in my hot little hands before release? I was NOT turning that offer down!

I opened the book as soon as I downloaded the file – I mean, why wait? It was a Sunday and at the moment I thought my plans had fallen through. I had to tear myself away to change the laundry from washer to dryer, which is when I found the text message from my best friend she sent two hours earlier about the beach. I would have cancelled, but I haven’t seen her in forever, so I apologized for missing the text, then ate my lunch and skedaddled out of the house.

Alternate Title Two: Love, Lust, and Sexy Man Butts! – from the pervy mind of… okay, me.

The entire time I was gone, I fretted for Gunner. I kept thinking “This guy is either dead or in a coma, wrapped like a mummy from burns, with his best friend Steve sitting there wondering what the fuck happened after he left.” I had a great time at the beach, but holy fuck, I needed to know Gunner wasn’t dead or dying.

Let’s just say, when I got home, I showered, then went back to reading, because I had an hour or so before I needed to get to bed. Queue quarter til 11, when I said “Oh fuck, it’s past my bedtime.” I wasn’t talking to myself, I was talking to the cat. He gave me a look that said “Duh.”

Alternate Title Three: They’re having sex again? Oh, wait, that’s so hot, keep going!

When I say there’s a ton of sex in this book, I mean there’s literally a fuck ton of sex in this book. There are also space adventures and near death experiences and prophecies and questions answered. I will be completely honest with you, the book is good. It’s a fast-paced space odyssey with lots of glorious sex that will give you new ideas for your deviant mind. I felt truly bad for Horatio because he couldn’t sing or play music due to catastrophic results.

Someone, I won’t spoil it, you have to read the book, almost dies, I felt my heart clench. There are so many inner feelings bubbling around the crew and if I had a problem dealing with the potential loss of this person, I couldn’t imagine how it was for Oleander to write this scene. Were there tears running down her cheeks or was she cackling in glee since she knew the outcome already? I am thinking she got choked up writing it because the guy is so lovable and sweet there’s no way losing him wouldn’t affect even the most callous person.

Alternate Title Four: He loves you, dammit. Please don’t be scared!

I consider this more of a romance story because on one hand you have a couple who have been together for decades and one is hiding secrets. He’s terrible at it, so his partner knows all his dirty little secrets. Luckily, he’s convinced to come clean.

And on the other hand, you’ve got the other couple, struggling with the feelings inside, squelching them down the second they start to bubble up because, this is just a bros who fuck sort of fling thing, right? Oh and, bunk together, yeah?

Alternate Title Five: Love Wins. (Because love should always win. Love Yourself First. Love Others as you Love Yourself.)

If you enjoy stories about people who overcome their fear of being hurt, lots of sex (LOTS of sex), and adventure, you’ll enjoy reading Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe.

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Sharing is Caring: Teaching her Mistress by Nicci Haydon

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know I promote the hell out of Nicci Haydon – for good reason, her stories are always scorching hot. Don’t believe me? Try out Teaching Her Mistress.


What will society think?

Victorian aristocrat Lady Agnes knows that her husband is cheating on her with a member of the household staff, and not for the first time. Using a secret passage she discovered years earlier, she follows the unmistakable sounds of sex to the servants’ quarters, and there discovers him in the act with their beautiful young maid, Ivy.

But when Agnes confronts Ivy over the affair, passions are awakened in her own heart. Passions that she thought she had put to bed long ago. Can she resist the temptation put in front of her, or will she allow Ivy to teach her the true meaning of desire?

This is a short story of sex, passion and lesbian desire, set in Victorian England. It includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults.


“Agnes,” I said, suddenly thinking of a new angle I hadn’t tried. “Call me Agnes. We can be friends, you and I. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I need a friend, Ivy.”

“My lady—”


Ivy hesitated, her breasts rising and falling with a sigh.

“Agnes.” Carefully, she pulled her hand from mine. “I can’t teach you. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I can say or do to convince you, but I simply can’t do what you’re asking.” She held up a finger against the protest on my lips. “It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me. You’re being so kind and I would do anything to stop you feeling this way but I can’t. There’s no secret to tell. Either you love him or you don’t.”

I wiped away my tears as I nodded. My body shook with cold, fear and an abyss that threatened to take me. I heard her push her chair back and this time I didn’t try to stop her. What would be the point? I thought about running away, I could do it. I could use the secret passage to collect my daughter and get away. By the time it was discovered, I could be miles away. We could take a ship to France or America.

Ivy’s fingers on my shoulder felt warm and comforting. I placed my hand over hers.

“Thank you,” I said, grateful that she hadn’t left. “I’m sorry.”

“My l—” She squeezed my shoulder. “Agnes.” I heard her inhale. “I am the one who’s sorry.”

I shook my head. “It’s not your fault.” I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “It’s my fault. Why would he choose me over you or the others?”

She sat next to me, and I studied her. I was a fool to believe it would be any other way. Poor or rich, Ivy would always have been the one he picked. Her narrow face, her short nose, her curls. Eyes that shone with intelligence and warmth from beneath brows that formed perfect arches. Her cheeks slanted like iron cliffs that God Himself had smithed just for her. A strong, confident face, I could never compete with her.

When she leaned forward, I expected a few kind words followed by excuses to leave. I would not have stopped her. The smell of my husband’s semen still lay on her, along with the scent of the cheap soap we purchased for the servants. She tilted her head, and placed her lips lightly upon mine. They were cool, or perhaps they were hot. It’s the softness I remember. Not soft like a bedspread or a silk cushion, but like ripe fruit that is ready to eat. Her eyes met mine, and searched for a response.

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Nicci has worked as a ghostwriter for hire and as a successful freelance editor and creative assistant, often helping at every stage of the development process. She loves plotting out the highs and lows of a good romance story and seeing the final piece come together.

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Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Four

Another Happy Masturbation Monday here, my lovelies! Enjoy some naughty time with the next part to Tease.

I squeezed my eyes shut and scrunched my shoulders at the slam the door to my apartment makes. Hopefully, it wouldn’t bother the neighbors, it was an accident. I dropped my purse and the bag of food onto the floor, so I could get out of these heels.

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Once that was done, I grabbed the food and purse and put them on the little dinette table. The envelope poked out of my purse, causing my mouth to purse in thought. Grabbing it, the paper rustled as I stripped my way to the bedroom. What I required was an orgasm or three. Or five. No, that’s wrong. What I really needed – okay wanted – was to be fucked until I couldn’t see straight.

After tossing my skirt and top into the hamper, I hung my bra on the doorknob. The envelope mocked me as I stared at it, vivid white against my tanned flesh. Opening it with care, I pulled the freshly printed pages out, the smell of ink wafting off the sheets.

Eyes boggling over the number of pages, thoughts ran through my mind. There was no way he printed all this while I was bent over mewling for his attention. He had to have a master file on his machine to edit when the need arose. I flipped through, glancing here and there, and realized the contract was only the first two pages. The rest was a list of kinks – some I’d have to research to figure out what exactly they were.

“Jesus, Mack. You’re one kinky fucker, that’s for sure.” I had no idea where to start. Flipping back to the first two pages, I read over them, paying better attention this time. One line popped off the page and slapped me good.

The submissive will not masturbate to completion without permission.

I stared at the paper to my toy drawer and back again. Would he know if I masturbated with my toy and gave myself the orgasms he denied? Would he punish me if he did? How?

Grumbling under my breath, I set the paper down on my vanity. “I haven’t signed them. I haven’t even really read them. Would it count?” Need pulsed through me and an echo of being bound made me rub my wrists. An itch led me to scratch the underside of my boob, which led me to squeezing them in my hands, and then I was pinching my nipples. All the things I wanted Mack to do to me poured through my mind in a jumbled mess.

“Loophole. If I don’t sign, it isn’t breaking the rules.” In a flash, I was at my toy drawer, pulling out my favorite toy. It was powerful and purple and hit all the right nerves. Spreading out onto my bed, I pressed the head of the toy to myself and hit the button.

When nothing happened, disappointment flared. I tried pressing the power button again. “Dammit. Dead batteries?” I forgot to grab them on my last trip to the store. I still hadn’t worked up the urge to purchase something with a power cord.

Determined, I headed to the bathroom and my pulsing shower head. I would get off tonight, at least one strong orgasm would lessen my need to be fucked until I couldn’t remember what name to scream. The water pulsed and I waited for it to heat up. Climbing under the spray, taking time to caress my slick skin, I couldn’t help but play with my nipples and breasts again.

Dragging my nails down my abdomen, I slipped them between my legs. Sticky warmth covered my fingers as I pulled the shower head down with my other hand. In a few breaths, I was crying out Mack’s name as the spurting water coursed over me. I crawled into bed after I finished washing, Mack’s name on my mind and the zen of several orgasms lulling me to sleep.

Thanks so much for reading Tease – Part Four! Please see if Mack finds out about Piper’s secret play time.

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A Penny for your Thoughts: Peek Behind the Curtains

Actually, only the bedroom curtains and blinds are closed, but the other curtains are all wide open. You’d have to walk halfway into my yard to see inside and yes, I’d see you coming.

I’ve been wracking my brain for something to share all week long. It has been one crazy day after another. I blame the muggy heat and the full moon. Having fun on Twitter with Dr. J, Oleander, John Brownstone, Kayla, and many others has been keeping me sane this week as well. There’s more than one person I wanted to tell them they’re fucking nuts and need to shut their mouth.

Why am I sharing this? Because we all have these days, these weeks, these months. I’m not alone, and neither are you. Unfortunately, we can’t all have a fun-filled, slightly illegal, sex-fest like that episode in Hart of Dixie where Zoe gave in and slept with Wade, only to be found by George. (Oh, sorry, you haven’t watched the show? It’s a blast.)

This week I’ve been focusing on my mental health. Yes, twitter is fun with my tribe. They’re fun, intelligent people who aren’t afraid to ask questions or share the things going on in their mind. They take the time to do research on topics even when it isn’t writing-related. They’re trying to further people’s minds, sex education, and more. I am also fairly sure they wouldn’t call a company and start screaming at people, too. Unless it was warranted, but that’s very rare.

“Finish Your Shit!” – Chuck Wendig of Terrible Minds

I haven’t published anything since Public Affairs: a bundle of erotic tales. Yeah, that long ago. It’s breaking my heart, too. I can’t seem to get off my ass and finish my shit. (I really need that Chuck Wendig doll.) I’m always writing or rewriting. Even during this stressful week. And the ideas keep coming. I keep writing them down, hoping that I will get to them.

Perhaps I need a change of scenery. Or a kick in the ass. Or an intervention. Either way, I will take my time and get my stories written and do all the things I want to do. There is time. But for right this moment, I’m going to finish this coffee and then head out to the day job wearing my Slay All Day shirt. I hope everyone has a beautiful, stress-free, sunshiney day. XoXo

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Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Three

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Things are heating up between Piper and Mack, but will she take the next step?

Back arching to stick my ass higher, I dug my nails into the desk. Or tried to, anyway. The hard surface wasn’t about to give into me. Mack thrust his tongue deep inside, then wriggled it around like a Water Wiggle. After a few rounds, he’d shift and stick it in my ass, then repeat the motion. I squirmed, begged, and moaned incessantly, to no avail.

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“How dare you–” another moan ripped out of me as I reached the edge, only to be yanked back again. “I’m not the fucking tease.” Mack bit me on the ass, causing a white-hot flash of lust to scorch through my insides. “You’re the…” My eyes rolled back into my head as he suckled my clit and finger-banged me. His thumb teased my asshole, just enough pressure to make me squeal.

A full second went by, my chest heaving against the hard desk, wrists chafed from writhing in my binding. Mack wasn’t tormenting me now, but the feel of his tongue, his teeth, and his touch were embedded on my skin. “If you want more, my succulent Piper, you’ll have to look this over.” He moved to stand in front of me and placed a stack of papers on the desk, then knelt and untied my wrists.

Mack swore softly under his breath and grabbed lotion off my desk behind him. Squeezing some out, he rubbed it into my wrists gently. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the proper rope to bind you with, but if you had touched me, I would’ve most likely lost control. Then we’d be in a real bind.” The smirk on his face told me he was quite aware of his word choice.

A mouth sticky with my juices.

Grabbing the papers off his desk, he slid them into an envelope. “Take this with you, and the food, too. You should eat. Read over this and let me know what you decide. We’ll go from there.” It took me a few moments to process the words coming out of his sticky mouth. A mouth sticky with my juices.

He looked so calm and collected, even though his chin was glistening and his fingers smelled like me. I grabbed the envelope from him, trying to regain my sense of self. “I don’t understand. You’re sending me home… we didn’t even…” I was at a loss for words.

Reaching out, he fixed my hair, putting it back to rights. My curls were wild without any naughty play, I couldn’t imagine the mess they were right now. “Trust me, pet. We’ll get there if that’s what you’re looking for, but I need rules and regulations in my life. I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t be late.” He turned then, grabbing his keys, and sauntered out of the office after grabbing one of the bags of food.

I heard the metal door to the outside world, which had stopped existing entirely for a few moments, clang shut. At first, it sounded final and my heart plummeted. I looked at the envelope and went to peek at the contents, but he’d sealed it and written Read this at home. Now go. on the outside. Biting my nail, I paused. He wouldn’t know, would he? That’s when I remembered the cameras in the building and decided it was best to wait.

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