Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Just went live!!

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Anna loves hard bondage, and craves a night of rough sex as a slave to Henry. She pushes him father than ever before in an attempt to make him mad enough to satisfy her craving, but can she handle what Henry is about to dish out?
This smoking hot short story is 4700 words of intense bondage, and includes M/F domination, extreme bondage, whips, and one woman’s astonishing revelation of how the worlds of pain and pleasure mix.



Excerpt:
I really hoped the night would be one of harsh spanking and torture. It had been quite some time since he took me that way, and in all honesty I needed a night of complete domination.
I pulled my car into the driveway and made my way to the front door. I was already moist between my thighs in anticipation. I let the door slam shut behind me. Henry was nowhere to be seen. Time to stomp my feet, be overly demanding, and then submit to the whims of my lover. It was our game, and we both loved it.
I stomped down the hall, shouting obscenities at the top of my lungs.
“Get out here you asshole,” I shouted, “Let’s finish this!”
Henry emerged from the spare bedroom that had been converted into our personal dungeon by his own hands. My heart skipped a beat in a rush of excitement filled adrenaline surged directly to my pussy.
He wore nothing except the tiny black zippered thong that always signified a rough night in our dungeon. His lean powerful frame still gleamed with moisture of a fresh shower, and his dirty blonde hair combed back and still wet. Even after all the years we had been together, I could not help but get excited at the sight of his athletic form in next to nothing.
“You know what bitch, I am tired of listening to your mouth,” he shouted right back.
“Well get used to it because I am tired of your dumb ass all the way around,” I cursed.
We squared off at opposite ends of the hall, like a couple of gunfighters preparing for a duel.
Henry’s large frame filled the hall, and I almost broke character for a moment, as I resisted the urge to run up and hug him. His powerful arms, the scent of his clean body, and the rock hard muscles of his chest tempted me. I managed to resist, since I wanted a rough night in the worst way.
Henry was a rather gentle soul that fed off the energy I exuded. If I gave in and ran to him for a hug, he would turn the night mellow, and make love to me. While that is all well and good, it is not what either of us wanted for tonight. So I refrained, held my ground, and instinctively knew that I would get the hardcore torment and rough fucking we both craved. It had been far too long.
“You’re a mouthy bitch tonight,” he growled.
“And you’re an arrogant ass,” I prodded, “why don’t you kiss my ass.”
He started towards me, long strides that covered the short distance in about five paces.
“We’ll see who kisses ass tonight,” he said as he grabbed a handful of my long brunette hair.
A moan escaped my lips as my head wrenched sideways under his grip.
“You're just looking for an ass busting tonight aren’t you,” he asked in a low devious tone.
“Fuck you pencil dick,” I retorted, knowing full well I just sealed my fate for the night.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Now On Amazon!

The Monster Within

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A beast is now on the loose, and even Devon doesn’t know how control the sexual monster that somehow now resides inside him. After too much to drink one night, he wakes to find a strange symbol embedded on his chest. How it got there is something he doesn’t know, and in retracing his steps from the night before he discovers that the monster is an insatiable sex fiend triggered by the sight of bare butt cheeks.
The only clue he finds as to what happened to him comes from a waitress at a bar he barely remembers being in, but she has ulterior motives of her own.
Will she help him recover his memory of that fateful night, or try to tame the beast for her own twisted desires?
This 6000 word wild and sexual tale contains rough sex, uncontrollable lust, and one woman who seeks to tame the monster for her own use.


 Excerpt:
So any one that mooned him would be in for a rough sexual encounter at the hands of a mindless beast. That shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. Honestly how many people run around mooning strangers anyway?
An odd smile flashed on her face as she thought about some hapless college kid who in an effort to get into a fraternity agreed to moon passersby as part of his initiation. Wouldn’t he be shocked at the result of mooning Devon?
She guessed the hard part of controlling him would be to keep him from running off like he did last night.
Did he run home, or out into the middle of the woods somewhere? If a crowd of people didn’t surround him would he run off at all?
So many questions to answer, and she really wished to see the woman who had done this to him and ask her these questions.
The only question that truly mattered at the moment was where to find him. It would be kind of pointless to debate everything else if she never found him.
The line inched forward, and she moved with it. When her eyes looked back out the windows, she glimpsed a figure that resembled Devon disappear at the edge of the glass.
Without even pulling her cart out of line, she bolted for the doors, nearly knocking over the old man as he slowly progressed in the same direction.
“Sorry,” she said as she rushed by, not slowing a bit.
As she looked down the sidewalk, she saw him disappear around the corner of the building and into an alley. Brenda hurried after him, certain that it was Devon just by the way he carried himself, the stride that propelled him along his path.
As she rushed down the alleyway behind him, the question became how to get his attention. Should she call his name, and hoped he turned around? Then what? Tell him she knew his secret? No she had a better idea.
She upped her pace to a jog in order to gain on him faster. Her long blonde curls bounced off her shoulders until only about thirty paces separated them, then she slowed and scanned the alley for the right spot to put her plan into action.
A small indent in the fence on her left revealed itself with a plush tall grass that would help conceal the event seemed just too perfect. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, placed her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties in such a rush that they remained around one ankle. She then turned her back to the figure still walking down the alley, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Hey Devon,” she hollered as loud as she could.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The entire sequence of events only took mere seconds, but to Brenda it all happened in slow motion.
The powerful frame of the man turned, and his gaze fell upon her. She made eye contact with him, and hoisted the bottom of her skirt up to the waist, and shook her bare flesh from side to side.
His body twitched as his eyes suddenly glowed that eerie golden color she remembered from the night before.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Live on Amazon this morning!

Following His Lead (BBW Billionare Erotica)


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Julie has a serious crush on her boss, a dreamy powerful man whom she is certain would never be attracted to a middle aged woman like herself with a few extra pounds. One slow day at work, he appears unannounced in her office to catch her in a compromising and unprofessional situation.
When she is called to his office she fears the worst, but James has something else in mind that could change Julie’s life, and her low self-esteem forever. The offer is made for her to travel with him as his personal assistant. She accepts after expressing concern about not being qualified. James’s only statement to her-“Just follow my lead.”
Will Julie read the right signals to follow, or will her crush on James get in the way?
This 6000 word romantic tale whisks a curvy woman away from her everyday life, and into a world dreams are made of.

Excerpt:


Julie could say nothing, she just sat there, the embarrassment further heated her face, it went from light red to deep red, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl under her desk and hide from him.
Unable to meet his gaze, she focused her vision on the impeccable suit. Now it seemed full of tension, and she could not help but notice the bulge that grew in his pants.
He cleared his throat to bring her attention back up to his face, which was now back to all business.
“Julie I need you to come to my office, and leave your panties in the drawer.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he turned sharply on his heel and strode out the door.
Her heart was in her throat as she watched him stride confidently out of sight, her mind a dark cloud of uneasy questions. How had he known she had taken off her panties? How long had he been standing there? What was going to happen now? Would he write a disciplinary report for this? She couldn’t be fired for it could she?
If he had knocked, he would not have seen or known anything. But it was obviously to late for what if’s, now it was a matter of what to say. Should she stand firm and point out he had not knocked? She truly didn’t have the nerve to stand up to him like that. Maybe she should apologize, but for what exactly? Is it inappropriate behavior when you are alone behind the closed door of your own office?
In truth she had to admit that she was glad he caught her. The excitement of having been caught by him was a rush for sure, but not as big as the glimpse she caught of his member as it grew in his trousers. Could he really want a plain simple girl with some meat on her bones?
“Yeah right,” she sighed as she composed herself in preparation for facing him again.
She stood in front of his closed office door and smoothed out her skirt. She felt vulnerable and exposed without her panties on, was that part of his point? Only one way to find out.
With a deep breath she knocked on the door.
“Enter,” came the command from the other side.
Julie opened the door and stepped in, every nerve in her body was on edge.
James leaned against the front of his desk, his jacket removed, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing off one thick forearm as his arms were crossed.
The sight of him almost made her freeze in place. Never before had she seen him in anything less than a full suit. The image he portrayed at this moment was one of an angry parent about to discipline a child. A mixture of fear, and desire flowed through her body.
“You wanted to see me Sir,” she stated the obvious.