Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Researching Blow Jobs~ The Beginnings of a Smut Writer Part Two

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to make this a series on my blog. I posted the first one (which you can read here) almost a month ago. I thought I would make it a weekly thing... and then life happened. You know?

Anyway, where were we? Oh, right. I had attempted my first blow job and almost puked on Mr. McKay's penis. If you need to catch up go ahead. I will wait.

There, now we are all caught up! I'm a nerdy girl by nature, which may have contributed to my original downfall with the whole oral sex thing. I didn't know what I was doing. It freaked me out, I don't like going into situations half cocked (pun intended).

I had tried, I had failed, there was no pressure to ever do it again. But the thing was, now that I had tried, I wanted to succeed. I just didn't know how.

Then one day I was walking around a bookstore with Mr. McKay and this book caught my eye, The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex by Barbara Keesling, Ph.D. It was on the bargain table. I honestly think it jumped out at me because it said something about bad girls and I was still in the spanko closet. I remember wondering if it would have a section on how to get your man to spank you.

I tried to look at it like I wasn't looking at it. I remember being very self conscious that someone was going to see me. But I must have flipped through it just enough to know that it would help, because I ended up with it.

Mr. McKay reminded me that he actually bought it for me. I forgot that part of the story, but it would make sense that I was so crippled with embarrassment and self consciousness that I couldn't actually walk it up to the register.

He bought some random things from around the check out and a self help book about sex for women. (I have said before how much I love him, right?)

Flipping through it now, I know I never read the whole thing. Like any good nerd I went straight for the index and looked up the parts that had what I wanted to know. There were tips on giving a blow job. I pretty much memorized them, and looking at them now, yeah, that's how I give a blow job.

I do remember skimming other parts of the book which seemed kind of ridiculous to me. One part was talking to yourself in the mirror. You know, finding your inner bad girl and coaxing her out. Another part has you record yourself while you walk and some exercises that go along with that.

There is also a whole section about masturbating, which yes, if women reading this book aren't masturbating then I am glad someone is telling them to! But I didn't need to read that part. Even though I was pretty virginal I was always—ahem—proficient in the department of self pleasure.

I mean, I'm sure all of these exercises help some people, but really I just needed a road map to a blow job.

I don't want to plagiarize this woman's book, and really there is no need to. It just breaks down what you can do in 6 steps. I remember being like, "Yes! Finally, give me some goddamn steps to follow!" (If you happen to buy the book, it's Exercise 10 in Chapter 8)

They are all like- lick the penis, put it in your mouth, flick it with your tongue. Probably nothing that I wouldn't have figured out on my own, but I feel like the book gave me some confidence. "Well now I know I'm doing this right, I read it in a book."

She even finishes up this section by urging you to perform the blow job with the lights on, so you can see each other. Apparently people normally do this in the dark and under the covers? Clearly, I have never been normal.

The book glosses over what to do when the man actually comes from your spectacular blow job skills. I will not lie to you, for the longest time I would not swallow. I could not make myself do it. It was just within the last few years that I got over that. I do all the time now, and I actually like to, it's not just a begrudging thing I do.

Thinking about all of this in depth has made me come to the conclusion that sex is all mind over matter. If you really think about any of it. I mean really think about it, it's all gross. It's all an exchange of fluids and noises and weirdness. If you overanalyze anything you're going to kill it.

Without really reading all of The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex I will say that the author tries to communicate the same point that I came to. A lot of sex and being sexy is a state of mind, you have to be into what you're doing to do it. I don't know why that took me such a long time to figure out. 

As for the first actual successful blow job? I don't remember it. It wasn't disastrous so it doesn't really stand out in my memory. But I think the whole journey in general kind of set the stage for the way we handle new kinky things in my marriage. The framework was set up. We established something we wanted to try, we tried it, we talked about it, we figured out what worked and didn't, we talked about it some more, and tried it again. And there was never any judgment or criticizing, just an open dialogue. Really, that's how we do a lot of things.

So that is my story about learning how to give a blow job. It's kind of a common sexual act, but I doubt I am the only person who had a little trouble with it at first.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Bent Over the Desk~ Saturday Spankings

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I have another tasty tidbit from my BDSM romance Cherished.

Ethan's taking Serena to task for a habit she wants to break. I'm not sure she appreciates his efforts in helping her. 

He didn’t make her wait. He slapped the ruler along the top of her right thigh.

Serena squealed and threw her hand back. “Fuck! That hurt.”

He grabbed her wrist, putting her hand back on the desk. “And smoking will kill you. What’s worse?”

“I’d rather die,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Smart ass.” 

Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Bound, Whipped, and Taken to Completion~ WIP It Up Wednesday

It's WIP It Up Wednesday!! I'm signing up late, but I am still proud of myself that I remembered. I spent my day writing away on this one, so I figured I may as well share!

I'm picking up where I left off last week, so if you want to read the beginning of my first chapter for my upcoming release Bound you should read last week's post and then today's.

Melissa has woken up her Dom boyfriend, Martin, and coaxed into a little action in the middle of the night. (You might recognize these two if you read my previous releases Mastered and Cherished.)

“Hands,” he barked.
Melissa stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her hands around the wrought iron headboard. Martin secured her wrists in the handcuffs that permanently hung there. Something was already slipping into place, making her feel calm and he’d barely touched her. She was already nude, having shucked her clothes before attempting to seduce him. He rose from the bed, just a pair of boxer briefs clinging to his body.
Martin opened the closet door and rustled around before coming back to her. “Up.” He motioned for her to lift her legs in the air as he doubled over his belt.
She barely held back a groan. He could have at least left her hands free if he was going to force her to hold her legs up. But she had asked for this, beggars couldn’t be choosers. She promised herself she’d skip yoga in the morning, her core would be getting a workout tonight.
“Keep them up, or you’ll get extra,” he warned.
Bastard. He already knew she’d never be able to keep them raised the whole time. He did this on purpose. She wanted to call him names, but at the same time liquid gushed between her thighs. He knew exactly what she needed. And that was the very thing that was keeping her awake. “Yes, Master,” she murmured, when he seemed to be waiting for a response.
His lips tilted up in the slightest of smirks, then he raised the belt and cracked it down across her ass.
Fire. Fire lit up her skin. She forgot to breathe. She barely could anyway with the angle her legs were in. The belt cracked again and she let out a shriek, her breath whooshing from her body as the second line of fire burned across her ass. The third one came quickly and she bucked her hips. Pulling on the restraints and twisting to the side. She rested on one hip and thrashed, the edges of the cuffs biting into her skin.
“Up.” Martin sat back on his heels, waiting patiently with the belt in his hand for her to get back in position.
It took another few seconds, forcing air in and out of her lungs before she rolled back and raised her legs again.
“What do you say?” He raised an eyebrow at her and waited.
It was their signal. He was asking her what she wanted to do. If she told him to stop now, he would—no questions asked. “More, please.”
He pushed her legs back further, wrapping his hand around the back of one knee. The stretch was uncomfortable, but his hand there meant she couldn’t move again, she felt grateful for it. “Three more, those you were already getting,” he explained. “Then the extra.”
“Thank you, Master.” She bit her lip as he swung the belt at full force. It jarred her, pushing her up the mattress despite his hold on her. 
He swung again. 
Her ass felt like one big, giant welt. A throbbing mass of pain. It shot right to her core.
Two more in quick succession and she hissed a curse out between her teeth.
“Almost done,” Martin assured her as he rubbed the leather over her abraded skin. He lifted the belt, adjusted his aim, and then swung.
She bucked her hips and pushed against him with her legs when the belt smacked her upper thighs. “Wait!” she yelled.
He lashed her again, in the same exact spot, not heeding her cry. But then he threw the belt to the floor.
She heaved out a sigh as he lowered her legs. 
“Open up, buttercup.” He winked at her as he shoved his underwear down his hips.
Sliding her thighs apart, she invited him in. Silently, she begged for him to take her fast and hard. But she would make no more requests. Her ass throbbed beneath her and her wrists felt chafed from pulling at the cuffs.
Martin settled between her thighs and slid into her. 
She gasped as he stilled and allowed her to adjust around him. Tilting her hips up, she gave him a silent signal to continue. She was ready, she needed everything he gave her. 
He pounded into her at a punishing speed. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass. Their bodies smacked together, filling the bedroom with sounds of sex. Her pussy clenched, her walls clamping down around him. “I’m coming,” she warned.
“Yes, come for me, beautiful. Fucking come.”
She felt his cock thicken as her body convulsed. Her muscles tensed, as if trying to suck him up inside of her.
Martin groaned and his hot seed spurted into her. 
She arched her back, inviting him to thrust deeper as she crashed down in a haze of pleasure. Unwinding her legs from his body, her head fell back against the pillows. Her eyes fell shut. She felt him around her. Sliding himself out. Uncuffing her wrists. Massaging her arms. All before he tucked her against his body and she finally fell into a dreamless sleep, free of thoughts and crippling doubt. He was the only one who could make her mind go quiet. She just didn’t want to admit she needed him.  

Definitely better than a warm glass of milk, right?

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Not Your Average Wake Up Call~ #ScintillatingSunday

 Welcome back to Scintillating Sunday, hosted by the Mile High Muses! Today I have an excerpt from my new BDSM romance Cherished.

Serena and Ethan are newly acquainted, but they have mutual friends. He escorted her home safely the night before and they both fell asleep watching a movie. They're sharing breakfast the next morning and getting to know each other a little better. Serena's just discovered that Ethan takes his exercise regimen pretty seriously, he's asked her to join him running.  

“Hailey said you’re a dancer. Don’t you exercise outside of that?” Ethan asked.

“Sure, sometimes,” Serena said with a shrug.

Which really meant, no, she didn’t. He wasn’t an idiot. “Running’s good for you.”

It looked like she fought to keep the smile from her face. It didn’t work. “Okay, whatever you say,” she said with a smirk.

Was she laughing at him? The thought should infuriate him. He didn’t like people laughing at him, or take too kindly to patronizing tones. But coming from her, it just seemed—sweet. It didn’t mean he still didn’t want to spank her ass, but more in a fun way where they both came at the end. “Watch yourself, baby girl.”

“Oh, is big, bad daddy getting angry?” she mocked as she rose from her chair. Her plate was empty, when the hell had she finished her eggs?

“You’ll know when daddy’s angry, you won’t have to ask.”

She blushed crimson from her neck to the tips of her ears and hustled out into the kitchen. 

Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

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Saturday, October 10, 2015

"Am I in Trouble?"~ Saturday Spankings

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! This week I have a snippet from Mastered, my BDSM menage romance.

She never knew what to expect from them, trying to guess the actions of one man was hard enough, nevermind two. She knew they had been on edge all day—they all had—and she figured they would both want release, a sexual release. She had expected perhaps giving one of them a blow job before the other fucked her. She figured they would be anxious to start in on the sex stuff, so Tom preparing to spank her caught her off guard.

Unless… “Am I in trouble?” she asked, hanging over his lap. Her hands and toes finding the carpet beneath her, her head dangling. It wasn't a comfortable position, it made the blood run to her head, and her breathing became shallow.

“Do you think you should be in trouble?” Tom asked, his hand rubbing up the back of one thigh.

Yes, because she was in trouble.

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club. 

One weekend. 

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive. 

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

"You're Disobeying Me?"~ WIP It Up Wednesday

It's WIP It Up Wednesday!! I definitely haven't been here in a while, and sometimes I forget about the midweek blog hop. At least scheduling-wise I forget, I do like reading them :)

This week I am bringing you something brandy new! I am almost finished writing it and hope to have it out this month.

I am still not certain on a title. I thought it was titled, and then I didn't like it, so now I am waffling.

I also don't have a blurb. I feel a little bit like I am parading around in public without any clothes on. But I am going to share anyway!

A little bit of a set up—Martin and Melissa have been in a committed relationship for ten years. They're both feeling some tension lately and know they need a change. (You might recognize these two if you read my previous releases Mastered and Cherished.)

This is the very beginning of the book, so I guess it doesn't need much set up except I haven't edited this yet, and I hope you enjoy!

Melissa couldn’t sleep. And it was all his fault really. How could he sleep away peacefully beside her while she tossed and turned?

She rolled over and nudged Martin, trying to rouse him. He mumbled a protest in his sleep and turned his back to her, taking all of the covers with him. She followed him across the bed and pressed up against his back. Trailing her fingers up his arm, she blew on his neck.

“Stop,” Martin commanded.

Knowing he was awake, Melissa pressed on. Hoisting her leg up onto his hip, she slid her hand down over his chest.

“Melissa, I’m sleeping.” His voice was gruff and grumpy and still she persisted.

They had fought today. A rare occasion for them. And it hadn’t been a tiny argument, it had been a big, ugly thing. Issues came to light. She feared things had changed. They’d made up, they were back on even ground. But something wasn’t right. Melissa felt it in her gut. She couldn’t let it go. Even after magnificent make-up sex, she still felt amiss. Martin had fallen asleep. She had gone downstairs and puttered around for a few hours. She had read, watched TV, and even looked up a few recipes she had thought about experimenting with. She’d tried to quiet her mind, but nothing had helped. 

“You’re not sleeping,” she countered. If he were sleeping, would his cock be hard? she thought as her hand grasped him.

Martin rolled toward her, forcing her to her back. He turned, pushing himself onto an elbow and looking down at her. “We have a big day tomorrow, you need to get some rest.”

“I know what I need, and it isn’t rest.” Sliding her legs open, she gave him a seductive look. Their post argument lovemaking had been just that, lovemaking. She needed him to pound the shit out of her. She needed it rough and she needed it hard. And she needed it yesterday. Otherwise the thoughts in her head wouldn’t quit. She hated that she needed this and she hated asking. It made her feel vulnerable and weak. It opened her up for ridicule.

Martin looked down at her, but judgment seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. A look of concern crossed his features as he blinked out of his foggy haze. “I’m telling you it’s time to sleep.”

“I can’t.” It was a plea, the closest thing to a whine that would ever cross her lips. 

“So you’re disobeying me?” His face darkened.

She almost argued with him, her chest tightening that he was disappointed with her. She wasn’t disobeying him, but she couldn’t make herself fall asleep. Then she realized why he was asking. “Yes,” she agreed.

Oops, did I cut it off right before the fun part? *evil laugh*

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

He Knows How to Handle Me

Why is it that when I am in the mood, I've been reading some sexy stuff on my e-reader and I am all relaxed and ready to get my freak on that Mr. McKay is busy with work? Or watching football? Or tired?

Why is it when we are busy and rushing and I am stressing about every minute detail I have to keep swatting his hands away from my waistband?

Finally, he traps me, he lures me in. His hands tug at my pants. I groan and make a distressed noise (but really don't try so hard to get away).

He pushes me down, over his knee, whips my pants and panties down to my knees. I wriggle a little and try to get my mind to be quiet.

He begins to spank me, hard, and it makes me rear back. The running list I have in my mind gets jumbled. Wait, what did I need to do again?

His hand presses down between my shoulder blades, pushing me back down. I let out a sigh of defeat and rest my cheek against the mattress beneath me. He continues to spank, hard, loud slaps against my unprotected ass.

My feet dance beneath me, I stomp against the floor as he has me effectively pinned and I have no other place to wriggle. My body heat elevates and I push out the breath I've been holding. "Ouch," I pout. Although, the beginning was worse. The sting has built now and I am warm all over.

But he stops at my word. Rubs a hand over my heated skin. Gives me one extra smack that makes me squeal and pulls me up.

"Better?" he asks, as he kisses my forehead.

"Yes." Because I am. The anxiety welling up inside of me is gone. I still have the list in my mind, but it no longer seems so daunting.

"We don't have time now, but I am going to fuck you later."

"Okay," I say with a smile. Disappointed that we have no time.

"Come on," he says, pushing me to my feet. "We're going to be late."

We weren't late, we were right on time. And without all the snapping and snarling that happened earlier in the day. I love that he knows how to handle me.