50 Shades of Kink – Beginners’ BDSM


Do you know your top from your bottom? Your flogger from your quirt? Your Ben Wa from your butt plug? If you can answer yes to all three questions – woah, you’ve got it going on! But if you’re not so sure or you’re looking for a little expert guidance for your play, I’ve got the perfect book for you:



Tristan Taormino has written the perfect beginners guide to kink-so if 50 Shades of Grey made you feel a little more adventurous but also slightly nervous, let Tristan run a soothing hand down your back and tell you all you need to know about BDSM. In other words, submit yourself into the hands of an expert!

This is, frankly, a gorgeous little book! It really is a pocket guide that, should you want to, you could sneak into a coat pocket or purse for speedy reference. (Fabulous work, as usual, from Cleis Press!) But despite being dinky it’s packed with advice and information to take you on  a journey that your body desires, even if your hand’s a little shaky to start with. You can use it to explore your own newly awoken interests or give it to a partner who’s new to something you know and love. It’s the ultimate beginners’ guide to the world of kinky sex, BDSM, roleplay and a whole host more. From the basic techniques involved to inspired suggestions, you’ll learn about bondage and spanking, how to eroticize power and cultivate deeper connections. Tristan will teach you the language of kink as she lifts the veil on popular taboos and fabulous fantasies.

Inside, you’ll find chapters on:

  • Embrace Your Inner Kinkster: Myths, Truths, and Communication
  • BDSM Basics: Terms, Roles and Principles
  • Dominant/Submissive Role Play
  • Sexual Power Games: Pleasure and Orgasm Control
  • Sensory Deprivation: Blindfolds, Hoods, and Earplugs
  • Sensation Play: Massage Oil Candles, Nipple Clamps, and More
  • Bondage: Basics and DIY
  • More Bondage: Restraints, Bondage Tape, Gags, and Collars
  • Smack! Spanking, Paddles, and Crops
  • Smack Harder: Floggers and Canes
  • Rough Sex
  • Fifty Items for Your Toy Bag
  • Reading List

Here’s a delightful excerpt on sexual power games:

Sexual Power Games: Pleasure and Orgasm Control

One way to explore dominance and submission is through sexual power games. Sexual power games are role-playing scenarios that use sex as the central tool for control. They often revolve around giving or withholding certain types of stimulation and pleasure, ordering the submissive to perform sex on herself or you, and controlling the submissive’s orgasms. Remember that as with other kinky activities, consent is key; so when I use the terms control, order, force, or torture, I use them in the context of a scene where people have agreed to consensual dominance and submission.

Tease and Torment

Tease and torment is a fun game where the dominant is not only clearly in charge but uses that power to torment the submissive. The idea here is to get your submissive nice and turned on, squirming in pleasure, and then, back off. This is where you stop what you’re doing to him, and watch him squirm even more. Put your mouth just an inch away from her pussy and stay there. Turn the vibrator down or off suddenly and don’t let her have the controls. Stop fucking her. Hover over her lips just barely touching them. Then, tease. Don’t let her get close enough to your hand, mouth, cock, or body to have what she craves. You can combine this game with bondage to make it even more difficult for her to get what she wants. Teasing builds tension, anticipation, and arousal. It puts what your partner desires just out of reach. This can lead to someone asking, begging, pleading, or even bargaining (“I’ll give you the best blow job if you just fuck me afterward.”) Eventually, you will give in and let her have what she wants, and by then, she’ll be so beside herself, the payoff for both of you will be even bigger.

Forced Masturbation

This is a good one to play whether you’re in the same room, in separate places, or connecting long distance via phone, instant messenger, text, or Skype. It’s easy—the dominant orders the submissive to masturbate. This is a great way to exercise control over her pleasure: she gets to have it, but only when you say so. In fact, maybe she can only touch herself with your permission. Perhaps you give her instructions about exactly how she should do it, and she must follow your directions to the letter or risk punishment. Maybe she needs to describe to you in detail what she’s doing, what she’s fantasizing about, and what she wants you to do to her. Maybe she needs to get over her shyness and perform for you, give you a show. Maybe she must dedicate her orgasm to you or say your name when she comes, or ask your permission before she has an orgasm. Whatever way you design it, this once solitary activity which was her domain alone now belongs to you.

You can also direct your submissive to masturbate when you’re not around. Order her to do it with a specific toy or wearing a particular outfit. Tell her to write up a report of her activities and send it to you. Get creative with your requests; you’ll keep her on her toes and you on her mind whenever she masturbates. These can be great homework exercises for couples in long- distance relationships, and they help keep the D/s dynamic present even when you are not physically near each other.

Orgasm Control

Imagine if your ability to orgasm was decided by someone else. If you like being at someone’s mercy, handing over control of your pleasure, then this kind of surrender may really appeal to you as a submissive. For dominants, do you like to take charge of your partner’s body and use sex as a way to control her? Orgasm control can take several different forms, each of them a different kind of sexual power play.

One very popular element of dominance/submissive role play is when the dominant requires the submissive to first ask permission in order to have an orgasm. It’s a simple, yet deeply symbolic act that says, “I control you. Your orgasms belong to me.” Some people write it into their contracts. Basically, the submissive must always ask the dominant’s permission before having an orgasm. Usually, the rule means that as the submissive is right on the edge of coming, he has to pause, ask (or beg), and the dominant can decide to extend or deny permission for him to have an orgasm. Creative dominants can require a task first (“Lick my boots!”) or administer ten strokes of the paddle before permission is given. Orgasm control is a ritual that not only reinforces the dominant/submissive dynamic but is also such a fun power game to play!

Speaking of denying permission, orgasm denial is another form of control—one that’s a bit more devious (and, yes, even sadistic). When the submissive asks for permission, your answer is confident and resounding: “No.” You can do it as a correction, punishment, or just to see the look on her face. Denying orgasm makes a submissive squirm, squeal, beg, plead, all while getting more turned on in the process. It’s a great way to take someone to the edge of climax, then flip the switch. You get bonus points for incorporating sex toys into this game, like vibrators, Kegel balls (also called Ben Wa balls), dildos, or butt plugs—since they’ll make it even more difficult for her to not come. It’s another kind of tease and torment sure to drive her crazy, where the reward—a much- anticipated orgasm when you say so—is even sweeter. Or perhaps the reward is delayed, a few hours or a few days.

On the other end of the spectrum is the forced orgasm. Let me start with a disclaimer: if your partner has trouble achieving orgasm, this is not the game to play. It could create tension, anxiety, shame, and fear, and that’s not what we’re after at all. But if your partner is reliably orgasmic, then this is another fun way to control her. Think of it as making your partner have an orgasm on demand. When you feel like she’s getting close (or she has told you she is, as instructed), you can demand that she come. Or you can put her in some nice bondage, then strap a vibrator to her clitoris, so she has no choice but to come. The dominant gets to call the shots, the submissive gets to follow the command and come: win- win!


Tristan Taormino is an award-winning author, sex educator, film maker and radio host. She is the author of more than seven books including The Secrets of Great G-Spot Orgasms and Female Ejaculation, The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women, and Opening Up: A Guide to Creating and Sustaining Open Relationships. She is the editor of more than 25 anthologies, as well as being the creator and series editor of the Best Lesbian Erotica anthology series. Her books have sold over 500,000 copies.

You can buy 50 Shades of Kink from:

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Elust #57 – hottest sex on the net!

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Welcome to Elust #57 -

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #58? Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

I’ve Got 99 Problems

Vasectomy Blues

I’ve always wanted to call myself queer.


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Aoyama Yuki and My Very First Times

I don’t know how to be happy


~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Prostitution Laundering
That Body-safe Sex Toy Could Make You Sick
“Nice Shoes. Wanna Fuck?” — On Pick Up Lines
Rape prevention
Life of a Sheltered Child: Sex Toys (Part II)
A Tour of Fucking Sculptures Sex Toy Studio
Bashing Belle Knox: Because You GET Porn
Would You Pay $133 to See Midori Eat Fruit?

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Heart of Glass
Talking BDSM: Are safewords really necessary?
45 Seconds
I want
Whispered Words
Aftercare: In Kink and Erotica
Ariel Castro: The Man in the Mirror?
We Are Ethical
Apology tokens, punishments, and forgiveness

Erotic Fiction

Very Short Stories – If We Hadn’t Had Sex
Larry Knew Better
Lasting Impressions
The Boys
Sounds of a Kitten
Chemical (se)X
Shopping Together
Enjoy Being Seduced on the South Bank
Room 6
Caught In The Act
Packing Light
For your thighs only (007 Parody)

Erotic Non-Fiction

Dental Torture
My hand around your throat
Conversations With My Owner
Cuming Without You.
On My Knees Again
It Always Starts With A Kiss
World Champion, Yes, I Can!
Omne Trium Perfectum
When Good Sex Tapes Go Bad
Submission: An Initiation (Part Four)

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Hidden No More
Female condoms are fucking awesome!
Female Ejaculation and How to Achieve It
Mommy Doesn’t Want Sex
How To Train Your Vagina
Camp Dildo
Being slut shamed made me want more sex
Don’t say my name


“Hidden” memes
A Brief History of Sex Blogging

Writing About Writing

Openings and Grabbing Your Reader


Sense Memory – a Lusty Limerick


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Want to join Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Mile High Club?


Buckle up, strap down and put your seat in the upright position – we’re about to take off for a flight of fancy! Rachel Kramer Bussel is inviting you to join the Mile High Club with her latest Cleis Press anthology, High Flying. Destination? Nowhere in particular – it’s just an exercise in revving up your engines!

FlyingHigh_hiresAs usual, Miss Kramer Bussel has gathered together some of the most talented erotica writers around and this time she’s tasked them writing sex on a plane. And, as there’s nothing I love more than a bad pun, I’m delighted to say they’ve reached new heights. More seriously, there’s a lot to like about this book. Firstly, the cover’s cute – though whenever I try to hang my feet out in the aisle, some trolly dolly threatens to mow them down with the drinks cart! Next, the table of contents is like a roll call for fabulous writing, featuring Alison Tyler, Rachel herself, Kristina Wright, Cheyenne Blue, Donna George Storey, Thomas S Roche, Elizabeth Caldwell, Sommer Marsden, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Bill Kte’pi, Zach Lindley, Desiree, Jeremy Edwards, Matt Conklin, Vanessa Vaughn, Craig J Sorensen, Stan Kent, Geneva King and Ryan Field. So now you know you’re in for some fun!

Despite the limitations of the theme, there’s plenty of variety between these covers. Craig J Sorensen finds a novel use for a banana, Jeremy Edwards invents a whole new flight class, Sommer Marsden finds new meaning in the term ‘scream queen’, while Kristina Wright revisits first love, or should I say, lust. All in all, the pilots, the passengers and the flight crew simply can’t keep their hands off each other once they reach 30,000 feet.

Here’s a teaser from Donna George Storey’s Nasty Little Habit to encourage you to book your ticket…I mean buy the book!


He begins to strum.

Each stroke of his finger sends sparks sizzling through my pussy. My cheeks burn and I’m trying so hard not to moan, my ribs ache. I squeeze Paul’s wrist to steady myself but – devilishly – he only quickens the pace. There’s no turning back now, because I’m a slave to that jiggling finger. I’m a horny slut who wants it so bad, she’ll let a stranger finger her twat on an airplane, yes, she’ll let him rub her wet, swollen pussy until she comes, which is just what I’m doing right now, yes, I’m coming all over Paul’s hand. I grit my teeth to hold back the scream rising from my belly, ricocheting through my body as my ass jerks rhythmically into the cushion.

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Welcome to the Mile High Club – I hope you’ve enjoyed your flight!



Smut for Good – Curves Rule!



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He watched her sleeping. She’d kicked the sheets away in the heat of the tropical night and now, as dawn broke and the screeches of the macaws invaded his sleep, he lay motionless at her side, drinking in the magnificence of her naked form.
A fine sheen of perspiration caught the light, exaggerating the contours of her breasts, belly and thighs—a creamy landscape he’d explored so thoroughly the previous evening. Beads of sweat trickled down the gully between her heavy breasts and he was conflicted between his urge to catch them with his tongue and his desire not to wake her. To simply lie and watch the rise and fall of her chest and listen to the soft sigh of her breathing.
She rolled in her sleep, turning away from him, presenting him with the outward jut of her muscular buttocks. He caught the smell of her sex as her thighs rubbed lightly together and it reminded him of last night. He could still taste her in his mouth and he breathed in deeply, enjoying the sensation as his cock grew hard.
He reached out with his hand to find the moist warmth at the juncture between her thighs and buttocks. She moaned in her sleep and pushed back against him.

(From a work in progress)

Smut for Good: Curves Rule is a blog hop with prizes galore to raise funds for Parkinson’s UK as this is Parkinson’s Awareness week. Please leave a comment below to be entered into a prize draw for a copy of my latest release, Her Boss & His Client.

To find more curves, and seek out further prizes please visit http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-good and if you can take a minute to please visit the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Just Giving Page at http://www.justgiving.com/curvesrule and donate whatever you can to help us reach our target of £100 to raise awareness of Parkinson’s and to support the charity Parkinson’s UK http://www.parkinsons.org.uk/ who help those with the disease learn to cope with the challenges, give out information and search for a cure.

Enjoy Being Seduced on the South Bank!


Time I caught you up with some of my new releases – last week saw the full release of Doing It For the Coach from Totally Bound, the week before that it was Her Boss and His Client from Xcite Books and just days earlier, South Bank Seduction from Velvet Books. But now-phew!-I’ve got time for a breather. Nothing due to come out for a little while so I can get back to writing. In the meantime, I thought you might like to do some reading, in terms of excerpts from my latest titles.9781783755851_FC

doingitforthecoach_800You’ll find a couple of spicy scenes from Doing It For the Coach on Day 18 of the Superotica Advent Calendar and Day 12 of the Valentine countdown. For a sizzling hot taster of Her Boss and His Client, try Day 3 of the Superotica Advent Calendar and Day 14 of the Valentine countdown.




However, here’s a first peak at my story Sweet Bird from South Bank Seduction. This anthology has been brilliantly collated by Ruby Kiddell from stories written by delegates to last year’s Eroticon 2013 conference which did indeed take place on London’s South Bank. My story moves from the riverside into the National Theatre, one of the South Bank’s landmark buildings for a sultry encounter between an actor and actress appearing together in the Tennessee Williams play, Sweet Bird of Youth. 

Enjoy the excerpt!

41GxAJestfL._SS140_SH35_The ovations still rang in my ears as I stood alone at the centre of stage later. It was much later. We’d taken more bows than were tasteful. Kelvin had scooped up bunches of roses that were thrown for me. We’d spoken to the press and drank champagne. And now I’d come back in the silence and the darkness to savour the moment alone. Because—deep breath—it had been a triumph. And I wanted to live in that moment for as long as I could. I wanted to hold the taste of it in my mouth because we only get two or three moments like that in a lifetime and they pass in the blink of an eye.
There was a single overhead spot that had been left on, creating a pool of light at the left side of the stage, away from the big bed which stood on the right. I stepped into the light and held out my arms, eyes shut.
‘What are you doing?’ called a voice from high up in the seats above me. An English accent.
I knew it was Kelvin. Even though he performed on stage with a perfect American accent—Chance Wayne talking with just the right amount of soft southern inflection for a native of the Florida gulf coast—he could turn it on and off like a tap. Now he was back to being Kelvin. London all through, a touch theatrical. The Brits don’t use the method, don’t inhabit a character other than their own.
I stepped out of the bright pool so I could see better where he was sitting.
‘Holding onto the moment,’ I said. ‘Ironing it onto my memory like a t-shirt transfer.’
Kelvin laughed and came down the aisle between the seats, then up onto the stage.
‘That was magic that we created here tonight,’ he said.
‘It did seem that way for a while,’ I said.
‘No one can ever take that from us.’
We stood looking at each other.
‘Dance with me,’ he said suddenly.
I looked around and shrugged my shoulders—there was no music. But he held out his arms and so I went to him. He started to sing. It was an old Bobby Darin song. Low and soft. His voice wasn’t brilliant but it sounded sweet in my ear as we rotated around the huge stage in a slow foxtrot. I hadn’t danced like this with anyone since my second wedding and I didn’t care to think how long ago that had been.
We got used to each other’s movement and he sped things up, swinging me out of his arms in a loop and back in against his chest again, until I laughed and lost my footing.
‘You know what we should do?’ he said.
I shook my head, breathing in the scent of him.
‘We should christen that big old bed. God knows, we’re going to be spending enough time lying in it over the next seven weeks.’
Was he being serious? I looked up at his face and there was intensity in the gaze that returned mine.
‘I thought you were gay,’ I said.
‘Bi-curious, if you like,’ he said with a bark of laughter. He started singing again and we twirled toward the bed.
And in those two spins, over two lines of an old, old song, I made up my mind to see where he wanted to lead me. I was Alexandra and he was Chance, alone in our room at the Royal Palms Hotel, St Cloud, Florida. 1950-something. And if I was making a grab at youth and beauty in the same way as Alexandra, what the hell?
We stood by the bed and he kissed me. A long, leisurely exploration of my mouth, his tongue soft against mine. He tasted of wine and that was grand, and I let the enjoyment of that kiss wash over me. I wasn’t in a hurry. His stubble scratched my chin and my cheeks. He clamped his teeth on my bottom lip and I pulled against it. Then he let go and plundered my mouth again, while his hands slid up and down my back, warm and firm with their touch.
‘I’m a star fucker,’ he said, as he broke away. ‘I can’t resist and you’re one of the biggest..
‘Everyone who screws me is a star fucker,’ I said. ‘Comes with the territory.’
I think I pulled him down onto the bed, but it may have been he that pulled me. In any case, we were first sitting on the edge and then lying, facing each other, on the tangle of sheets as they’d been left after the performance. We kissed again and I never gave a thought to the fact that we were on stage, in one of London’s most celebrated theatres. The building was silent, the players and the audience had left. The place was ours. The bed was ours. I pushed Kelvin onto his back and straddled him, pinning his arms at his side and unbuttoning his shirt deliberately slowly. I peeled the two sides back to reveal his smooth, hard chest and touched it with my hands. It was hairless—waxed—and I could feel the muscles under his hot skin. Just touching him like that sent a tremor up through me. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and even longer since I’d been with someone as beautiful as Kelvin.
‘Are you up for it?’ he said. And I thought how typically English that was. If I wasn’t up for it, I’d hardly be sitting astride him, pinching his nipples and grinding my ass against his growing erection.
‘Yes,’ I said, my voice already hoarse.
After that he was all action. He pushed me off and rolled me over onto my back. With nimble fingers he worked out the fastenings on all my clothes— the buckles on my waist cinching belt, the side zip and hook eye fastenings on the LBD I’d worn for the after party, the catch on my bra— and within moments I was spread upon the bed in nothing but my panties and my heels. All the while his breathing became heavier and more laboured. If Kelvin Adair was 100 per cent gay I was an orangutan’s grandmother.
Without shifting his gaze from the shadowed contours of my body, he peeled away his own clothes just as quickly. He paused momentarily as he scooted his pants down, producing from his pocket the familiar square package of a condom. I was staring up at his cock. It was already hard enough, so I held out my hand for a condom. The thought of rolling the fine rubber down the length of his shaft made my mouth water. But he dropped the condom down on the bed.
‘Patience,’ he said, dropping down on top of me.
His body was warm against the length of mine, and his cock was hot, pushing hard against my belly. His mouth found mine and his hands caressed — my back and shoulders, my breasts, the curve of my waist and the flair of my hips, the fleshiness of my buttocks and the soft skin inside my thighs. I explored his body, hard and muscular in contrast to my own, lean and strong and young. He kissed me hard and then, with one hand behind my head, and with lips as soft as breath, he moved his mouth across my neck. His tongue explored the hollow above my clavicle and his other hand cupped my breast and tugged at my nipple. Small bursts of pleasure collided and combined inside me like beads of mercury coalescing into a larger pool and then scattering apart again.
I reached down and grasped his cock with my hand. He grunted as my fingers tightened around it and I felt a tremor run through him as I started to slide my fist up and down its length. I wanted to feel it pulsing underneath my fingers, I wanted to taste the pearly fluid leaking out of its tip with my tongue, I wanted to guide it into the dark crevice between my legs until he could push forward to fill me with burning sensation.


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Pucker Up for Violet Blue’s Kissing: A Field Guide


Kiss me quick, kiss me slow, pucker your lips, here we go…

I love kissing and I love to be kissed – from a chaste peck on the cheek to a languorous French kiss with tongues entwined and twisting, to stolen and secret kisses freighted with meaning and message… Mouth to mouth kissing, to me, is the most intimate act between lovers, far more intimate than intercourse, and yet we take our technique for granted and assume we’re doing it right. Have you ever considered how you kiss, why you kiss and whether you could kiss better?

Here, at last, is a practical manual on all things kissing – Violet Blue’s Kissing: A Field Guide, published by Cleis Press, and I’m thrilled to bring you an exclusive excerpt – now you have no excuse for not going on a kissing tour of your loved one’s erogenous hot spots!


Kissing: A Field Guide

Sometimes words are not enough and the only way to express how much someone means is through the language of a kiss. Kissing is a form of expression and a form of art. Like a dance, it can be a passionate whirlwind of desire, or it can be a sweet and tender harmony between two souls perfectly in sync. Kisses are seals of approval, invitations for more, a reminder of love when words can’t measure up.

A book that will have you grabbing your loved one to practice a few smooches, Kissing: A Field Guide by bestselling author and columnist Violet Blue presents an indispensible guide to everything you need to know about kissing. Learn how to time your kisses, when to receive and give a kiss, and to choose and perfect your own unforgettable kissing style. Recognize when to create tension and take your kiss to the next level. Discover all the secrets and techniques to this overlooked sensual art form and become a master of the kiss.


Hot Spots

Also known as erogenous zones, hot spots on the body make terrifically sensuous places to use your kissing techniques. While genitals are definitely an erogenous zone, I have left them out of the discussion for the purposes of this book.

 Cheek. Kissing, grazing, and nuzzling the cheek feels wonderful and is almost guaranteed to make anyone smile. A light peck on the cheek can be a friendly greeting, a good-bye, or an excellent first-date kiss.

 Ears. Kisses, licks, and gentle sucking can drive some guys absolutely wild. This is a serious hot spot, and even the lightest breath here will send shivers up his spine, raise ample goose bumps, and generally get instant attention. Some men become extremely aroused when you lick their ears or suck on an earlobe. Be highly aware that everything you do near an ear is very, very loud.

 Eyes. There’s something uniquely tender about kissing someone’s closed eyelid. Not many people do it, but it’s very pleasant and quite unforgettable. Give him sweet kisses on his (closed) eyelids, eyebrows, the outside corners of the eyes, or just beneath the eyes.

 Fingers and hands. Grab a hand and kiss and lick the upturned palm, or kiss, lick, and suck the fingertips. This technique is a man-melter, especially if you simulate fellatio on a finger (or fingers), while making eye contact.24435530_s

 Feet and toes. Admittedly not a technique for everyone, yet one that some people really love giving and receiving. Some might get so turned on by having their (clean) feet kissed (top and underside), or having their toes sucked, or the sole of their foot licked, that they can barely control themselves. Others may be too ticklish or too self-conscious about their feet to enjoy it. Ask first. If he likes it, you can also rub his foot on your face and neck (or breasts!), and massage a foot as you kiss.

 Forehead. A very tender, romantic place to kiss. A kiss here says, I care about you.

 Neck. Like the ears, the neck is super sensitive and a sexually supercharged place to kiss. Lick, kiss, nibble, graze, even suck and bite on it—though be aware that your kissee may not want you to leave any marks. Make his neck a canvas for all the different brushstrokes your tongue can paint, and remember that the harder you press with lips and tongue, the more aroused he’ll get.

 Shoulders. An often-neglected area for kissing that communicates romance and tenderness. Not as sensitive as the neck, the shoulders do respond erotically to kisses, and they can give any human deep shivers.

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Her Boss and His Client – how can she choose between them?

Good morning!

I’m so excited today because my new release, Her Boss and His Client, has just gone up on Amazon. It’s a sizzling story of a hot threesome in the fast-paced world of London advertising and it’s published by Xcite Books – and I have to say, I absolutely love the cover of this one.



When Dana Lewis starts her new job at a prestigious London advertising agency, she vows to herself that she won’t sleep with her new boss – a mistake that got her fired from her last job. But that was before she was allocated to work on Jack Brent’s team, writing copy for the most devastatingly handsome man she’d ever met. And when he starts playing footsie with her under the table at lunch on her first day, she knows it’s only a matter of time…

Nathan Drake is a travel tycoon and he expects the very best from the agency he employs to create his advertising campaigns. Jack puts Dana on the job and Nathan makes it clear he likes what he sees, whisking her away to his country retreat.

Before she knows it, Dana is burning the candle at both ends – and her new lovers are complete opposites in the bedroom. Nathan is as calm and controlling as Jack is fiery and tempestuous… However, she doesn’t want to risk being caught as a two-timer, so she knows she needs to make a decision. But which man should she choose?


Nathan bent closer, so close I could feel his breath on my forehead, my cheek, my chin, my throat.  I gasped but as I moved my head forwards, he inched back, teasing me still, making me wait for what I needed so desperately.

‘Please, let me kiss you.’ 

My voice sounded breathy in my ears but he only answered with another question.

‘Can I blindfold you?’

He didn’t wait for my response.  Like a conjurer he suddenly held a silk scarf in his hands and then placed the soft fabric across my face and tied deftly at the back of my head.  I bridled against it in a moment’s panic and put my hand up to pull it away.  But Nathan caught my wrist.

‘Shhhhh, it’s okay,’ he whispered in my ear.  ‘Nothing bad will happen.  Only good, only things you want.’

His hand stroked my cheek and the panic subsided a little.

‘Why the blindfold?  I want to see you.’

‘But I need you to feel me.  To smell me.  To taste me.  We use our eyes too much, Dana.  Making love needs to draw upon our other senses.’

He trailed his tongue down my neck and across to my clavicle.  My breath hitched and as I drew in air I became aware of his musky, male scent.  I slumped forward against him as my legs turned to water and in one sweeping move he lifted me into his arms.

‘Okay, yes, I surrender,’ I said, letting my head fall against his chest.  ‘Do with me what you will.’

I felt myself being carried upstairs and then along a straight landing or corridor.  A door swung open with a creek and then fell shut behind us and then, although I could feel we were still moving, Nathan’s footsteps made no noise upon the floor.

He put me down gently and I found myself lying on a soft, warm surface, a little firm for a bed.  I felt around with my hands. If it was a bed, it was huge; I couldn’t feel an edge in any direction.  The room was silent.

‘Nathan?’ I said, suddenly nervous again.

‘I’m here,’ he said, and the smile in his voice reassured me.

But then his actions did anything but.  With a sudden flurry of move and a metallic clicking noise, he had cuffed one of my wrists to something secure somewhere above my head.  I thrashed my other arm but he had the advantage of sight and a moment later that wrist was cuffed too.

‘Nathan,’ I said, ‘I don’t like this.  Please let me go.’

‘Dana, you gave yourself to me.’

‘You said you wouldn’t hurt me.’

‘Have I?’

He stroked my forehead and then I felt his lips on my neck again.

‘No,’ I whimpered, fear and desire colliding within me.

Slowly and gently his hand reached underneath me and found its way to the zipper of my dress.  He pulled it down and then equally slowly I felt him peeling my dress away, as if he were unwrapping a present.  He uncuffed each arm in turn to release my arms from the garment, then recuffed them.  I lay still, just slightly raising my hips to allow him to slide the dress down and away; I heard the soft rustle as the slip of fabric landed somewhere down beyond my feet.  At the same time, there was a sharp intake of breath.

‘God, you’re beautiful, Dana.  I pictured you like this in my mind but, Jesus, I didn’t come close.’

I sensed the weight of his body straddling me, even though he hardly touched me.  Then his hands came to rest along my forearms and for the first time I felt his lips on mine.  I lifted my head to receive his kiss and his tongue pushed gently into my mouth, rubbing itself against my tongue, exploring with leisured insistence.  He tasted good, a little sweet with the memory of the alcohol we’d drunk earlier.

My whole body responded, my tongue hungrily invading his mouth as I writhed beneath him.  His hands slid down my arms and softly skimmed the lacy bra against which my breasts now strained.  He hooked a finger into one of the delicate cups and yanked the material down to free its occupant.  As he did the same on the other side, his mouth pulled away from mine and then I felt his tongue, followed swiftly by his teeth, on my nipple.  He pulled and cajoled and nipped, and under his ministrations my hips strained up against his thighs and then pushed down hard against the mattress.  He caught my other nipple with his finger and thumb, making me gasp as he twisted it hard, and the fact that both breasts were still confined by the pushed down bra made it feel even sexier.

But then suddenly he vanished, his mouth and his fingers absent, his weight lifting from the bed.

‘Nathan?’ I said.

Absolute silence.  Absolute darkness.  I was breathing heavily and I needed to be touched.  Deep inside the dull ache of longing had become more akin to a sharp pain.  I strained against the restraints at my wrists.  If Nathan had gone, I needed to be able to touch myself.

‘Behave, my darling, or you’ll have to wait longer.’

He sounded a long way off, on the other side of the room; a very large room.

I tried to stay still, pushing my thighs together in attempt to salve the pain and need between my legs.  But immediately Nathan’s hands were on my ankles and my legs were gently separated.  I felt him slip something round my ankle and then I heard the metallic jangle of a buckle being pulled tight; my leg was immobile.  The same treatment for the other leg and there I was, pinned down and vulnerable, in just my panties and my pushed-aside bra.

I whimpered.  I wanted to feel his touch, firmly, and I shivered in anticipation, not knowing where to expect it.

But Nathan made me wait.  I don’t know how long I lay there captive.  And all I could think about was him.  My mouth watered, my cunt grew wet and warm, me breathing fast and nervous.  My hips started writhing of their own volition and I felt on the verge of tears, ready to cry with frustration if I didn’t feel his hand on me soon.

Momentarily something brushed against my ribs and I yelped, my breath hard and fast as I fought against my restraints.  But then nothing.  Perhaps I had imagined it.

‘Nathan?  Are you here?’

‘I’m here,’ he whispered right in my ear, making me jump.  ‘Are you ready for me?’

‘More than ready.’  I could hardly speak.

He kissed me again, long and hard on the mouth.  And then he let his tongue wander, down the side of my neck, across my shoulders and onto my breasts.  As it brushed my nipple, I let out a low groan; it was as if my skin caught fire under his touch.  A hand slid down my belly and crept inside the top of my panties, making my hips buck and my back arch.  My whole body had become hyper-responsive, making me moan and cry out, so brutal was my need for satisfaction.

As I writhed and wriggled, he quickly ripped away my panties and I thrust my hips forwards to meet his hand.  But they met nothing and once again the room was quiet.

‘Please, Nathan.’  I’d never heard myself beg before.  ‘Please.’

‘What do you want?’

I felt his breath like a soft caress on my inner thigh.

‘I want to come.  I want you to make me come.’

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