Be My Guest On Tuesday: R.A. Robbins & L.A. Carey Invite You To Cougar Camp

tuesdayIt’s afternoon and it’s time for something hot and spicy to get you ready for the evening. In case you missed the steamy author L.M.Mountford, my morning guest, you can catch up now by reading his guest post here.

For the afternoon slot, I promised you some southern erotica and racy adventures. I have two lovely ladies in here who would like to spread the word of their joined work. Becky Robbins and Lorraine Carey are known for their writings in different genres. Their friendship and love of humor for adults mixed with steamy situations brought to the setting up of Camp CougarOne of its readers suggests that every man should not be without a copy of this book in the bedroom”.

Camp Cougar: Erotica with a Southern Twist

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L.A.Carey and R.A. Robbins

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Erotica with a Southern Twist
You’ll want to have a standing reservation at Cougar Creek Resort where you will find a team of provocative and professional Cougar women to play out your fantasies.
Catching and entertaining Cubs requires some intense training. Grab a glass of wine or a cold beer and get ready for nonstop action in this brazen adult adventure. Our two naughty southern belles, Leona Patrone and Falynn Johnson, team up to create a most provocative dating and cyber service for young men. Things get heated when the classes begin at camp for the prospective Cougars who will be trained in the art of Tawdry Cyber Seduction from some of the best highly trained instructors. Only the best of the best will be chosen to represent Southern Charm Dating and Cyber Service. You’ll cry, laugh, and maybe learn a few new techniques from our Cougars.
The hilarious twists and turns of the story wrap around a surprising, budding romance. This novel is a full ride, so saddle up and get ready to be entertained.

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Not since The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas has a story been able to capture the humorous side of scandalous tawdry sex in a southern theme. Our main character and brazen hussy, Leona Patrone is today’s version of Blanche Devereaux from the Golden Girls. Camp Cougar will whet the appetite for those looking for something steamy, provocative and humorous.

Check out Camp Cougar’s official Facebook Page here.

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Leona was pleased to see Falynn arriving on time. Actually, I thought, she’d be a ‘No Show’. She answered the door in her white fluffy robe.

“Well, this guy must be into cozy things,” Falynn remarked as she stepped inside.

“Not really, but rather this.” Leona opened her robe to reveal a black lace teddy that was tied up the front with red ribbons and matching thong panties with little bows on the sides.

“Oh, my!” Falynn’s hand lightly slapped her mouth.

“I told ya, this guy is conservative.”

“Well, if that’s conservative, I would hate to see what your definition of kinky is!”

“So how did you meet Sam, pray tell?”

“Social Media. I’ve known him for a year now. As a lover of country music myself, I saw he was trying to be an up and coming artist in the industry.”

“Uh yeah, I bet he’s cuming. You worry me, Leona. You do know these relationships aren’t real, don’t you?

“That’s the best part. I have no intentions of building any long lasting bonds with these young men. It’s a simple Fantasy Fest. It’s a win-win situation for both parties. It’s just a wild, fun romp with no strings attached.”

Leona led Falynn into the kitchen and made her a martini. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm, girl?”

“Excuse me?” Falynn almost dropped her glass.

“You heard me.” Leona stood with her hands on her hips.

“Look, hon. You can either hide out in that damn dusty library behind the shelves or come out from behind those books and live a little – or let me say, live a lot.”

Falynn shrugged. “So what gives?”

“Lesson number one – you have to be relaxed. If you are uptight, you won’t perform well. Besides, we’re the experienced ones here. We need to show these Cubs just what we got.”

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B.A. Robbins & L.A. Carey

So what brought children’s author Becky Robbins and paranormal author Lorraine Carey together to create a fun and humorous adult novel?

Not too long ago, Lorraine Carey had read Becky’s children’s book, but what really caught her eye was the hilarious Redneck Poems Becky had written about sex. They were edgy, fun and out of the box. The two authors became cyber friends after reading each other’s works.

Not long after, Lorraine had a vision for a comedy adult book with Becky’s southern flare. So our two authors began to create Camp Cougar from their homes via Skype sessions. Mid book Becky flew from her home in Virginia to Miami to meet Lorraine in person who had flown in from the Cayman Islands where our ladies worked out of a hotel for a week to finish the book.

The weeklong stay in Miami was an adventure in itself. It was as if they had known each other all their lives. Our ladies found out they had similar interests and even completed each other’s sentences.

Needless to say our authors continue to collaborate on a daily basis from their homes with building a brand for Camp Cougar along with a sequel. 

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I hope that the Camp Cougar ladies turned your blood to boiling hot. Join me in a few hours when I’d present the last guest and his collection of erotic poems and short stories that delve into to the physical and mental reality of the BDSM lifestyle.

Be My Guest On Tuesday: L.M. Mountford has some Confessions and Sweet Temptations For You

tuesdayWelcome to the Second Edition of Tuesday Guest Spotlight. Last week I presented three lovely ladies to your attention whose posts you can revisit now, Felicity Brandon, Lisette Kristensen, and Bree M. LewandowskiToday, if you follow my posts you’d get to meet a male erotica author, two ladies and their tawdry Cougar Camp, as well as a man who’d introduce you to the poetry of BDSM.

Now, Meet L.M.Mountford, known under the FanFiction.net penname Dark Inferno. His work is not for the faint of heart and those easily offended by harsh language and graphic sex. Still, if you are excited by the idea of menage, dubious content, filthy sex and shameless seduction Mr. Mountford might be just the author you were looking for. Have a taste of his two works, currently available on Amazon and other retailers, Confessions and Sweet Temptations

CONFESSIONS

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When Mina returns for her stepbrother’s 21st birthday, she thinks her days of lusting after him are over. Caught up in the heat and passion of the moment, she is stunned to find them back in bed together; their feelings clearly far from resolved. Haunted by her desire, and her growing appetite for , Mina now has another problem… she must head down a path of lust and desire; torn between the dark delights of the handsome bad boy down the street and her adorable stepbrother who has always been there for her. Can she confront the truth she has long tried to bury? How far will she go to save the one she wants, but knows she can never truly have?

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Sweet Temptations: The Babysitter (Special Extended Edition)

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L.M. Mountford

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Meet Richard Martin. Tall, dark and handsome; he’s well mannered, married to his beautiful university sweetheart, works in a job he can’t stand with people who infuriate him, and so sexually frustrated he’s about ready to blow like Mount Vesuvius…
Enter Rebecca, Scarlet and Samantha, three sirens sent by god to plague and tempt him. Will he be able to do what’s right and resist their advances, or will these temptresses lure him to the rocks?
In this first volume in Dark Inferno’s sizzling new series: Sweet Temptations, A naughty babysitter sets out to seduce her man. No matter what his wife might think, sweet and innocent, but also seductive and sexy, this tempting siren will rock your world while babysitting your kids and she is determined to lure her man into her bed…
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L.M.Mountford

avatarI’m L.M. Mountford.

I’m an erotica author, but please don’t judge me by that alone. I’m also trying to break into dark romance, historical action, and sci-fi/ fantasy. Honestly, though, I’m interested in anything plot that involves sex and violence. They make up some of the greatest stories in my opinion. A story is like any portrait, it needs to be made up of many colours, but make sure it has these two and you’re bound to be a susses.

When I was in school, I wanted to be an actor. I gave that up after a Final ‘E’ grade in GCSE Drama. That was a knock as everyone told me I was great. Before that and now, my dream is to be a successful author. I may be an author but I doubt I’ll ever be successful, so I largely write for the love and challenge of it.
I wrote my first story when I was 14/15. A fanfiction story that I posted online. I’m something of a anime aficionado you see, and like any little boy, my mind had a tendency to wander. After that it wasn’t long before I moved into the erotica genre, after all, what is it a boy that age thinks about, and I have been in the genre ever since.

Although I’d never really thought about self-publishing, it occurred to me when I was 21 after running across the kindle section of Amazon and seeing how many short stories had been published and were selling. It was something of an eye-opener. Until then, I’d thought KDP was for novels. Shortly after, I wrote and published Sweet Temptations: The Babysitter. I’d thought that would be the hard part, but after publishing, I came to realise it was only the beginning. Not only that, but I was woefully unprepared.

Would love to get to know you all, here are my social network and blog links, feel free to drop by and say hi.
 
 
 

 

I hope you’d enjoy spending time with L.M.Mountford and you’d stay tuned for the afternoon episode when you’d meet R.A. Robbins and L.A.Carey and their Erotica with a Southern Twist.

#MasturbationMonday – A Special Wine Tasting – Unorthodox Therapy #BDSM

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It’s another Manic Monday in need of sweetening so I thought of sharing a little of my favorite way to drink wine. Not recommended for mulled wine lovers yet hot enough to lift your Monday blues.

UnorthodoxTherapy“I always thought the most important thing about drinking wine was the proper glass. I couldn’t ask for a better one. The question is whether my sweet sub deserves her dessert. You’ve been very naughty today.”
“But, Sir, I was punished already.” I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him in the hope of earning his mercy. He said nothing and inclined the bottle over my breasts, pouring the cold ruby liquid down my engorged nipples. I gasped loudly and dug nails into the bend of my knees when Thomas leaned forward to lick the wine straight off my breasts. Rivulets of liquid ran down my stomach and streamed over my swollen pussy lips. He hurried to catch them with his lips before they spilled onto, the table and licked all over my skin. I couldn’t have looked away in that moment even if I’d tried. I was caught in the magic of his green gaze and the contrasting red droplets smearing his lips. Thomas pushed two fingers inside my raw pussy and opened it enough to fill my inner walls with the Syrah. My thighs trembled and I screamed with shock at the cool drink pouring inside me. The mild pain of the contact made my bruised clit throb.

You want to know what happens next? Unorthodox Therapy is live on Amazon, you can buy it for the price of a cup of coffee and enjoy its scalding hot and sweet taste.

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Meanwhile, make sure to stop by Masturbation Monday HQ for more Moaning Monday sweetness.

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I Crave Your #Discipline In My Life #SatSpanks #BDSM

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Hello there, spankos, and everyone who find their way to my depraved, little kingdom. I thought of treating you to a small piece of my Yuletide short story that is coming out next week focusing on some Christmas spanking and body harnesses. I’m at 1k of writing it and I  the weekend. Instead, enjoy that fresh burst of summer with The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo.

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Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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I ran my nails hard down her back and started spanking her ass with loud, hard cracks,
making it nice and red. My other hand had Sage by the throat, limiting the oxygen supply more. The pleasure of hearing her struggles matched perfectly the way her tight cunt felt around me. She was growing soft and a little limp in my arms so I gave her more air, even if I was not letting go of the strap.

Sage squeezed her tight fists and tossed her hair back, trying to look me in the eyes.
“I lied…” I raised my eyebrow at her, too lost in fucking and nearly strangling her to
fully comprehend her words. “No one ever fucked me in the ass before. I want you to be my first.”

That simple sentence knocked me down and I breathed hard, staring at her in disbelief.
The knowledge I could do something that sexual hellcat was naive and virginal about shot
through my cock just like the wand’s electricity, just like the tight embrace of her cleft around me.

“It’s time to correct that mistake, pet.” I hissed sinisterly and yanked her by the strap so
hard she coughed. Our lips crushed together in the same violent way. My mouth stole her breath and I grabbed the base of the butt plug deeply pushed inside her. She purred and closed her eyes using my moment of distraction to impale herself harder against me.

“Play with your clit piercing now. Keep pulling it and don’t forget what a bad girl you
are for lying to me. It won’t get unpunished.”

“I crave your discipline in my life.” She uttered as in a dream and placed her head on the
floor, breathless, with wide open eyes and black pupils.

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I hope that little moment between my two messed up but charming in their own ways characters peaked your curiosity. You can buy the book here if you are in the mood for hot, sweaty summer nights in December.

Now, head back to Saturday Spanking Inc. for more Saturday naughtiness and disciplinary delights.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Bree M. Lewandowski and Under White Lights

tuesdayI hope you have had the chance to take a look at my morning and afternoon guests. If not, check out what Lisette Kristensen and Felicity Brandon have to offer you.

My final guest for the day is Bree M. Lewandowski, a new writer who released her debut novel, Under Winter Lights: Part 1, last month. I haven’t read it yet but judging by the beautiful excerpt she chose to share with Bree is a promising author with a great literary voice who knows how to bring out the beauty of ballet dancing in her writing. I’d strongly recommend that you give her a chance and get her novel, it is only .99cents and it offers a lot.

UNDER WINTER LIGHTS

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Bree M. Lewandowski

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The world of Ballet had always been Martina’s world, made of music and magic. But the seasons are changing and like the snow tumbling over Chicago, Martina’s music-box world is swirling.
Director of The Bellus Ballet Company, Alan Jung, can offer her luxury and fame. But Russian rebel Maraav, “a wolf with gray eyes,” has everything Martina needs.
Three hearts made of hope, flesh and stone…
With the curtain set to rise…

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“It’s none of my business about all this, even if you agreed to it.”

     He didn’t answer. Instead, Maraav took her coat from the back of the chair and held it up for Martina to slide her arms through. Confused, she slipped in, still looking at him for some sort of answer. But Maraav hooked his arm through Martina’s and led her out of Nuevo Leon.
     The white SUV hummed to a start as they approached, like some kind of mechanical sled dog to whisk them home in the artic night air. Inside the seats were already losing their chill and the heaters warmed the space around them. A quiet melody played from the stereo. The Russian words were sung thoughtfully, along with the reflective nature of the piece.
     Maraav stated he would never return to his country. But he clearly still felt ties to it. And the idea struck Martina heavily. The directors, or whoever who denied him the right to go to his dying mother-they were at fault. Grievous fault. But they weren’t Russia. He came to this country, leaving one that he both hated and cared for. The white nights he told her about, the mild sweet summers, going to Kofe Haus in the mornings before rehearsal to get a coffee-under the mild melody that played now, Martina felt she could almost see the faraway gaze in Maraav’s eyes. A land that reared him and the people that betrayed him.
     Next to him, the street lamps alternately lighting the interior of the car, Martina felt petty. Sore toes, wild worries-did she have a right to complain? Her home was only two hours away and right now her mother was probably in bed. She had not come to an entirely new life under a burden like the loss of a parent. And Maraav did not let on that he carried any such pain with him. Without the hint of Mayerling, Martina would never have guessed.
     Next to him, glancing up as the light from headlights and street lights flickered in the deep grey eyes, Martina wanted to bubble out how sorry she was for being such a child.
     “Eighteenth, you said? Eighteenth and what again?”
     “Halstead,” Martina replied quietly.
     Shortly the white vehicle pulled up in front of the Uribe store. The stick shift was slid into park and the headlights clicked off. The street lamp overhead lit the dashboard, leaving Martina and Maraav in partial darkness. Carefully, Martina undid her seatbelt, but lingered.
     She didn’t want to get out. Not yet. Part of her wanted to say how awful she felt and how sorry she was. Another part of Martina wanted to explain that she did not really expect him to take her to dinner every night. But he had been sweet to make her feel special. And part of Martina just did not want to go. The apartment was so small. And maybe there was a note on the door. Tonight had been so wonderful. Even this. Just sitting with him was wonderful.
     Maraav waited, noticing her hesitation.
     At length, Martina managed, “Thank you so much. For everything today.”
     “That sounds like a sad goodbye, Mooshka.”
     She flapped her hands somewhat. “Well, I mean it. Thank you, Maraav. Tonight was…wonderful.”
     The blue eyes found his in the dim light. Maraav met her gaze without waver.
     “We won’t be able to go to dinner tomorrow night,” he said gently.
     “I understand. I didn’t really expect you to do this every night.”
     “What are you talking about?”
     “You said-”
   “We have the benefit dinner at the Hotel Baker tomorrow night, Mooshka. Did you forget? Tomorrow is Friday.”
     “Oh!” Laughing to break up the catch in her voice from the lump that appeared while Maraav spoke, Martina replied, “I forgot completely about that!”
     He smiled. “Let me take you.”
     “Okay,” Martina answered, without a beat missed.
     “And then we’ll start our dinners again on Monday,” he added, offering her his hand.
     “Okay,” Martina replied again, conscious of the grin she wore as she placed her hand in his.
    The grey eyes sparkled in mischief as Maraav brought Martina’s hand to his lips. “Spokoynoy nochi Mooshka,” he said, turning her hand over and softly pressing his mouth into her palm.
     Every inch of Martina flushed hot then cold. And then hot again, sending a tremble throughout her entire frame. The giggle that followed was made of confusion and delight. With a hope to high Heaven that the giggle would not be followed by a snort, Martina squirmed and pulled her hand away.
     “Goodnight,” she squealed, her hand alive with tingles and her face beaming.
     “Goodnight again, Mooshka.”
     Hopping from the SUV, hardly aware her feet touched the ground, or the stairs as she climbed up to her apartment, Martina held the hand he kissed close, not sure of anything, but so, so happy.
     Maraav was a tease and he did it well.
     But Martina had never been teased like that before and she loved it.

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BREE M. LEWANDOWSKI

avatarbreeWriting has been a part of my life since I was a little girl. In my twenties, I fell into the world of fanfiction and developed a love for writing for an audience. But it wasn’t until National Novel Writing Month three years ago that I earnestly wanted my work published. And NaNoWriMo provided me with that opportunity. I’m a dance teacher of sixteen years in my day job. My husband and I have three furry babies. What else do I say? I love coffee and pasta. And I can’t swim. 

I hope you have had a good time with the Tuesday Guest Spotlight and I hope to meet you next week. If you liked that format and my guests, leave them a comment.

Be My Guest On Tuesday: Lisette Kristensen and The Dark Desire Series Boxed Set

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Welcome to the afternoon edition of Be My Guest On Tuesday. In case you missed Felicity Brandon‘s morning appearance, you can read hot excerpts of her historical novel Viking’s Conquest  here. Now I’d like to greet another lady with a wicked imagination, Lisette Kristensen. She is an avid explorer of the dark side of BDSM, a writer of a modern day, character-driven “bodice rippers”. If you haven’t met Lisette and her writing now is the time for that. Her series Dark Desire, a boxed set of 4 books, is currently available for the reduced price of $1.50 from $2.99. You can claim your copy today on Smashwords.

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“All fours.”

The strength of his voice coursed through her. She dropped into position. “Spread open your thighs.” Without thought she opened herself, feeling the warm air float over her soaked sex. His fingernails raked along her spine, causing her stomach to knot until they reached her shoulders. Trying to fathom everything around her, the platform began to move. A slow turning effect that startled her. She looked at the men seated before her. Mask hid their identities, but what they wanted with her was a mystery, that alone made her heart thunder with anticipation.

The dais kept turning; she couldn’t comprehend what would happen next. It didn’t take long. The first strange noise behind her, led to a burn to her backside, like she had never felt before. Her eyes bulged, and before she could yelp, another blow ripped across her backside. Her ass felt on fire, then another strike hit her aching ass. The pain was excruciating at first. Tears welled in her eyes, trying to comprehend what felt like pleasure racing up her spine. A part of her wanted it to stop; the desire to sob was overwhelming, but each stroke brought a pain-pleasure confusion that seized her soul.

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“He grunted harder now as each stroke came faster. The blows rang deeper into her soul, every sense that poured through her was like tiny hot daggers poking her. Every thought worry or concern evaporated. A change inside her swept in, thoughts drifted into a place, like a growing mist, ethereal and warm. Her body flailed, sweat trickled in rivulets over her welted flesh.”

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Whoever wielded the belt had a strong arm. The lashes were heavy, and the leather lacquered her backside raw. The pain rippled through her body. Her eyes remained closed, to let the sensations control her feelings.  Jocelyn let it go, letting her depraved soul take over, funneling the dark bliss to her core.

Each blow across her sore ass brought a thickening to her sex. Oh, how she wanted to wiggle it at them, to tease them to fuck her insane.  Jocelyn kicked into a sensual overdrive; the wish to be used came faster. The signals of deviancy were present under the surface. Soon, that depravity would rise to the surface.

The slaps of leather slowed; she figured the man grew tired.  She could sense the men teasing him; they called him Dieter.  Jocelyn tried to peek to get a good view.  Her vision was blocked, but she could make out parts of him. No shirt, large cock jutting out through his jeans. Muscles layered over his chest and abs.  Her body tingled, her sex slathering with rampant need.  She wanted to scream, “Fuck me!”. Everything blistered hot, aching for this party to get started.

She tried to watch, but her eyes had been blocked by a black cock.  It was gigantic.  Where did it come from? She’d not seen a black man before. Thick dark fingers wrapped onto it, waving it back and forth over her face.  She sighed, relishing the silky texture of it.  The veins throbbed along her cheek, the gorged head brushing her lips.  A droplet of his anticipation coated her chin.  Jocelyn wanted that monster stuffed into her mouth.  The thought of sucking his beast of a prick made her delirious.

Instinctively her fingers lifted from the table. Fingernails danced magically down the shaft.  His hips nudged forward, enticing her, seducing her wantonness.  Jocelyn spread her mouth and devoured his shaft. The second her lips caressed his cock; he slammed forward with his hips. Nailing his big cock down her throat. She gagged, spit drooling down her chin.  She heard the men cheer, and that only egged on her desires.

Jocelyn found that place of relaxation, letting him fuck her face the way he wanted it. He stroked his prick ruthlessly into her mouth. She wouldn’t be out done. She sucked on it hard, almost biting that thick knob.  Her fingers found his balls, massive in their own right. They tightened around them, squeezing them as he plundered her mouth. Jocelyn heard the groans with each ramming thrust.

So lost in sucking his black cock, it took a moment for her senses to register the shoving of another cock into her pussy.  It too was thick. She pushed her hips up, to take it all the way. She went crazy to the feelings that consumed her. Her body relished it, craved every delicious raping of her flesh.  Two cocks hammered at her with a fury: one almost at the breaking point in her mouth and the other finding his groove in her sopping sex.

The darkness of pleasure cloaked her; they couldn’t hurt her. The hedonistic delights took over all her senses. She was back on that magic carpet of lust. She sucked the black meat with a fury, fingernails combing his balls. They twitched to her touch; her tongue flattened out to the underside of his shaft. Jocelyn took pleasure in feeling is cum vein filling up, stiffening an already hardened cock. The first sprinkles of his seed coated her mouth.

A cock riding her writhing snatch drove her into another direction.  The mingling of divergent sensations pushed her to a breaking point. Every part of her sparked the wick lit and was ready to explode.  Her ass throbbed from the belt, and these two cocks nailed her dark soul to the plank of wicked delights.

The tidal wave of her need now rose to a crushing desire.  Her pussy shuddered, no resistance in its own wants.  She tried to cry out, moan, anything but couldn’t. Her mouth smothered with thick cum; his cock shattered at the same time she did. Gulping his hot seed, she tried to keep up with the intensity of his cumming.

Everything inside Jocelyn sheared off into another plane. Her body quivered, her sex collapsed around the intruding prick. She didn’t care what man plundered her pussy; she wanted more of it. Her hips wiggled, begging for more of the assault of cock.  Her eyes opened to a blur of movement. They circled her, stroking their cocks. Jocelyn blinked, trying to focus but the hard thrust behind her pulled her back into the sexual deviancy that consumed her.

She groaned out loud when his hands smacked her tender ass.  His cock ram-rodded her pussy, with her shoving back to get it all. She craved this man, unseen, unknown, but how he took her. The ravaging took over her senses; again she drifted into that place of salacious need. Jocelyn didn’t hold back; her pussy clenched around the plunging shaft that buried to her core. She thrashed to the table, out of control as another orgasm swept over her like a wave.

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 She heard Devin laugh in that mocking tone.  Jocelyn was pissed, at herself for being careless mooning over Stafford.  She admonished herself for being stupid.  Her eyes wheeled back to Devin. Spotting the arrogant pricks pleasure in what he had done.  Now the game was on. Her body slowly took back control, the dark winds of need whipped through.  The next blow slapped hard against her breast.  That strike sent her breast swaying, and the weights clashed together sending a ripple effect into her aching nipples. That sensation was wicked. The multiple effects where hard to fathom. Pain, misery, and torture filled her soul.

Every whack of the crop delivered various bolts of pain into her body.  Her pussy ached to feel it, when it landed to her clit she flailed like a whore getting fucked. Her back couldn’t stay off the tines of wire.  Those sharp points devoured her back, eating her flesh like cannibals.  Each spike caressed a part of her. Drawing a deeper wantonness within her, it is her desires would focus. The crop and nipples clamps were like beacons to her darkest desires.

Jocelyn now found her spot. Eyes closed. Letting the depravity take over. She crossed into that space of hedonism where the pain became the magic carpet of pleasure. She no longer cared what Devin did; she wanted to scream at him to hit her harder, pull her deeper into the thundering waves of bleakness.

Her back and ass rode the wall of wire, letting the tines nourish themselves as the crop slapped her clit to the breaking point. Jocelyn held nothing back. She whimpered, writhed and moaned wantonly as each sensation tripped her spirit into a place of depraved peace.  Like all her scenes, the men tuned out, the whole focus on those sparks of pain that sent Jocelyn reeling into the abyss of her own.

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LISETTE KRISTENSEN

avatarI started writing in 2009 on a dare by a friend.  I am a huge “bodice ripper” fan of Historical Romance. Still read it all the time, in fact, I am mired in a long series of books by Barbara Devlin.  Anyway, I was bitching there was not enough sex in them, she said, well do better loudmouth.

The result is we both won. I did write a short story, Unveiling Façade, but it was not historical romance.  I had no patience to do the research and all that. So, dove into writing dark erotica, or as my friend would say “glorified porn.”  I took Unveiling Façade and sold it to a small publishing house and did okay. They closed, sold my rights to another house which sadly did nothing with it. The rights have reverted to me, and I have self-published it.

One last note on Historical Romance. There is one wicked author that writes them. Jess Michaels. She has several different series running, and some are not erotic enough. But she does have some titles that are hot hot! 

Back to dark filth …

I had intended to leave it as a one off, short story, but you fans wanted more, and that resulted in the four book series, called Dark Desire.

I like to write stories of a flawed woman, full of insecurities, find their personal awakening in the dark world of BDSM.  Slowly as she takes this journey and is challenged by an assortment of evil/wicked men. She will find her true power in being a pain slut, slave or deep submission.  A place where no man can hurt her and where she has the ultimate control.  

Her new world is tested time and again as she runs into situations that would strain even the darkest of women.  Until one man comes into her life to steal her heart, or does he?  Even the most depraved woman wants some romance, right?

Thank you for joining me this afternoon and meeting Lisette, her flawed leading ladies and wicked heroes. In the evening you’d get to know my last guest, the lovely debutante Bree Lewandowski, and her ballet dancer romance novel, Under Winter Lights.

Be My Guest On Tuesday: Felicity Brandon and The Viking's Conquest

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Hello, and welcome to the new column on my website, the Be My Guest Spotlight. If you missed last week’s episode, check out R.B. O’Brien’s Imogen boxed set  and its sale.

Today I’ll meet you with three charming and talented writers who agreed to share their latest work and special promotions. You’ll get to meet them at different times of the day so you’d handle their awesomeness in equal parts.

The morning guest I have the pleasure to introduce to you is Felicity Brandon, writer of the salacious, erotic and romantic BDSM, as well as a Golden Flogger finalist  (you can also read her interview and spotlight in here.)

She is here to present to you her new historical erotic novel, The Viking’s Conquest.

THE VIKING’S CONQUEST

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Felicity Brandon

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Blurb:

When she is left all but alone to defend her family’s castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.

Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.

Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie’s submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?

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Excerpt 1

… in which we see Aurelie and Anders’ chemistry

He pauses his analysis of my chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the predator—he has been all along—and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose, it seems, was no match for this invader from the northlands.

“Unexpected?” he repeats.

He rises with care to a standing position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans toward me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.

“Does that mean my captive is warming to her new master?”

I open my eyes to find his face right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey. “I… I don’t know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer that disconcerts me.

Anders shifts his weight slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer to him. My throbbing wet centre, already pushed forward by the bondage holding my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh.

“You are not sure, Aurelie, or you are just too afraid to say?”

I blush at his accurate analysis of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upward to meet his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.

He eyes me intently and I realise that he is expecting an answer.

“Too afraid…”

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Excerpt 2

… in which Aurelie gets spanked

“Drop the fruit. I want to hear your voice whilst you’re spanked.”

In a moment of uncharacteristic obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit. I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.

“Good,” he says from over me. “Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”

I flinch as he vocalises my predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy of it.

“I…” I pause, trying to make myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.

“True,” Anders replies, slapping the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard, but is just enough to wake the flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me: this is mine. “And why did you spill the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?”

I cringe inwardly, knowing he intends to revel fully in my disgrace. “I was your table,” I say in the smallest voice possible.

“My what?” he asks, raising his voice. “I have never known the lady be so coy before this moment!”

“Your table, my Lofðungr,” I reply, pushing back the humiliated emotion that threatens to surface.

“Yes!” he cries, finally satisfied with my answer. “A table for holding my refreshments. You had one purpose only: to hold the tray of drinks and Aurelie, you failed, my sweeting. You failed in the most spectacular fashion!”

The old indignation rises in me. “I am no table!” I spit, my voice now full of venom.

He lands a hard smack against my upturned cheeks, the sound swilling around my head before the sting of the impact even registers.

“You are mine!” he says evenly. “Mine to do whatever I please with. The sooner you come to learn this, the easier your new life will be, my lady.”

He smacks me again; not full-throttle this time, but I know he means it. I take a sharp intake of breath at the impact, willing the pain to be done so that I may experience a little of that odd arousal the previous spanking had produced. A further three smacks ensue. The loud sound of his palm connecting with my flesh echoes through the confines of his quarters. I lie here over his knee, forced to accept this new dynamic: Anders, the foreign invader, now apparently the master of me. A man who can chain me up, and use me as furniture at his will.

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I push against the pain as he spanks me again. The sheer force of my own obstinate pride somehow makes the process easier, although there’s no denying it does hurt. My behind feels red and inflamed already and I have no idea how long Anders intends to keep me here.

“Are you beginning to understand?” His voice booms from someplace over my head. It sounds oddly distant to my ears.

“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say through gritted teeth as yet another smack lands across both cheeks, but even as I speak I know I do not mean it.

“Tell me then. Let me hear your learning, Aurelie. What are you?”

He pauses the spanking, perhaps to allow me to speak and I take a deep breath. Can I really say these things just to appease him? I consider my position: naked, chained, and over his lap. What choice do I have?

“I am yours, my Lofðungr,” I say, trying to detach myself from the words.

“My what?” he says, stroking the hot area he has punished.

I bite hard on my lip again, despising him for reducing me to this. “Your property!” I spit the last word out as though it threatens to choke me if I keep it inside.

“Hmm,” says Anders and I swear I can hear him smiling. “Better—but I do not believe that you mean it. Not yet anyway…”

He draws my body back a few inches from the hips, so that my aching core rises from his hard body and I am effectively bent over him from the waist.

“Spread your legs,” he says softly.

With extreme reluctance I move myself into this new, even more humiliating pose. My breasts, previously crushed under my weight, are now freed and swing softly beneath me. My face is also now less concealed and I unwittingly catch his smiling gaze in my peripheral vision. I look away at once, but not before he has noticed my error. Leaning forward, he wraps my unruly hair toward my right shoulder, exposing my face, now burning with the shame and excitement I am feeling.

“Look at me,” he commands sensually.

Slowly I turn my head ever so slightly to the left and look unwillingly into those smirking blue eyes.

“I have a feeling about you, Aurelie. Shall I share it with you?” he asks casually.

I stare at him, unwilling to answer and play his game. I can feel the old defiance rising to the surface for just the briefest moment. When I say nothing, he spanks my behind again. It feels harder from this position somehow. The sound is different and the sting feels crueller. My previously fleshy bottom is now stretched into a new stance and unbelievably I think I miss the reassurance of his body heat. I am even more exposed this way.

“Answer me!” he snaps, his hand connecting with my skin again.

“Please share it, my Lofðungr,” I reply, my voice breaking ever so slightly as the fresh pain registers.

There is a pause and I fear that he will choose to just continue spanking me like this, and then finally, he speaks again:

“I have a feeling that you actually like being treated this way, my lady.”

I look at him, my eyes no doubt sharing the indignation, resentment, and disbelief I am feeling as I register his words. How in Donrose can he know this about me? These are feelings that I myself had never known until this day!

“You’re wrong,” I splutter, but we both know I don’t mean it.

“Really?” he asks, spanking me again. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new impact, before opening them again. Anders has moved in even closer to my body in the interim. I notice for this first time that he too appears to be a little out of breath, and I wonder if this is exciting him as well. “So you don’t want me to touch your body then, Aurelie?”

His hand moves to within an inch of my left breast as he speaks. Sensing his approach, my already hard buds contract even further, betraying my need.

“No,” I say, continuing the reassuring pretense that I do in fact not want him anywhere near me.

Ignoring me, his hand finally reaches my breast, cupping it gently at first, before moving his fingers south to the nipple. I gasp as he circles it and then grabs the end, tugging at it hard. Despite my veil of disgust, his touch feels astonishingly good, goading my body. My head falls forward, no longer able to contain the desire I feel. Wordlessly he moves closer, reaching for the right breast and repeating his treatment of the left. Both nipples tighten in excitement, silently begging him for more.

A soft moan leaves my lips before I can contain myself. He laughs at the sound and I mean to chastise myself, but already my whole entity is fixed on where his hands will explore next. The left hand that had so ruthlessly, yet beautifully, tormented my breasts, runs a line down my midriff, over my tense belly to the hot, damp patch of hair between my thighs. I take short, shallow breaths, my hands planted firmly on the wooden chest beneath us, as my mind races at the sensations he creates. Anticipation about what he will choose to do next courses through me. I gasp aloud, wondering how I can possibly permit these actions to continue. At the same time his other hand spanks me hard again, sending my body into a trembling mess. The reverberations travel through my growing wetness, to where his left hand waits. Slowly he presses his palm against my skin, pushing through the soft hair, into the moist folds trembling below.

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FELICITY BRANDON

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Thanks for sharing the deliciously dark and strangely romantic world of Felicity Brandon. Pass by later to see my next guest, Ms. Lisette Kristensen.

#MasturbationMonday – Sweet, Spicy Taste of a #Punished Girl – Professor's Brat #BDSM

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Last week we had some oral fixation and mouth fucking. Now it’s the ladies’ turn, with some additional pain to sweeten the pleasure.

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My quiet words are followed by another loud crack against her sore and painful pussy. Scarlett closes her eyes and lets the tears flow freely, ruining her make up. Her young body is torn between the conflicting sensations, but she raises her ass as if begging for more. The moment she prepares her pussy for the next smack it never comes. Instead, my wet, warm tongue surprises her with a few long licks from her clit to her ass crack. From my kneeling position, I see how her nails dig against her palm.

“Moan as much as you want, brat, you got your prize. But don’t think you’re off the hook. Don’t you dare cum.” I slide my tongue in her drenched pussy and collect as much of her juice as I can slurping it like a nectar. That sweet, spicy taste overwhelms me and I lap at her essence like a man dying of thirst who had finally reached an oasis. While I feast on her I use her wetness to probe her tight ass. Scarlett makes her sweet, whimpering sounds that slowly increase to loud cries of lust.

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If you want more snippets to provoke your Monday Moaning pleasure head for Masturbation Monday HQ.

Lina Gets Her First Dungeon Spanking #SatSpanks

Hello, spank lovers! Today I’m giving you a little excerpt of the piece of work I’m most proud with so far, Unorthodox Therapy. I’m writing its sequel right now that you could be checking out during the Wednesdays. Either way, I hope it’d warm up your Saturday.

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Blurb:

Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win.

To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger.

Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction… but she’ll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?

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Thomas’s teeth sank hard into my collarbone and left a purple mark at the bottom of my neck. My soft moan of pleasure increased my shame, but the flesh often had a different agenda than the mind. The pain was unexpected and laced with pleasure, especially when his soft tongue moved in circles around the place where he’d bit me. Then, without further ado, Thomas smacked his hard palm against my ass cheek and raked his nails into it.

“What was that for?” I cried out at the swift spanking and he repeated the pattern on my other cheek. The pain that ran through me was stinging and rough, punishing rather than playful, but as he dug his fingers into my soft flesh, the fire of physical discomfort crept down my heated skin. It mingled with the pleasurable sensations of his touch. He was quick to react and landed another hard palm on my burning cheek. There was no time to protect myself from the rush of lust. It was shocking to hear my own loud groan of bliss and longing.

“That was for trying to rile me up, for thinking you could get the upper hand with your sexy body. Also, for talking back instead of following orders like a good pet should.”

Thomas raised his hand again and I squeezed my butt muscles in expectation of the next harsh blow, but it never happened. He stood there with a sinister smile and enjoyed the sight of me squirming in anticipation. “Interesting,” he said and rubbed his chin. “You enjoy it way too much. I would have never thought you might be into pain.”

“W-what? No, I’m not…”

Thomas waved his hand dismissively and took a step away from my shivering frame. The pleasant burning from his spanking made my clit throb even harder. If he continued, I’d soon form a puddle at my feet.

“What a shame,” he uttered. “It’s a crime all your beauty should be covered up with those clothes your wear to work. You ought to be forbidden from wearing any clothes except for hot lingerie and a leather collar.”

I knew I’d probably get more spanking for the next sassy retort but I said it anyway. Maybe punishment was what I secretly craved.

“Not only have you watched too much BDSM porn but you’ve already mixed it with reality.”

He grinned and reached out between my breasts to undo the bra clasp. It thrilled me to have him take it off for me. He was depriving me of any protection as he roughly took it off, pushing the straps down my forearms and baring my breasts, one of my symbols of sexuality and allure. I’d never known how erotic vulnerability could be before this moment. He discarded it on the ground without blinking an eye. I expected him to start fondling and squeezing my breasts. Instead, he focused his efforts on my gumdrop-shaped nipples. He tugged them even harder than before and twisted them slowly, testing the limits of my body and mind.

If you enjoyed that little piece you can buy the book here. Meanwhile, check the other hot Saturday authors who shared their pleasure and pain with you at the Saturday Spanking HQ.

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