Teaser Time!

  As I sat down in front of the computer this morning, coffee in hand, I thought it might be fun to read over some of my older pieces.  If it helped jump start my writing for the day, even better.  I picked At The Manor, Part 1, the second book from my series The Society.  I had forgotten how much I loved the character Sean, the Irish born male slave of Susan and Arnold.  That's when I decided that a scene with him in it would be the very first teaser to go on my blog.  This scene is from At The Manor, Pt. 1, chapter 1.  The  heroin Annie has just attended her first party at Susan and Arnold's home (which is The Manor), and realized that she has really missed being with a man.  Feeling comfortable with Susan, she confesses this fact, and a solution is quickly found.

So, without further delay, here it is!  Enjoy, and Happy Friday!
(Warning: Coarse language)

I ran a hot bath as I stripped out of my party clothes and laid them on the window seat. After looping my hair on top of my head and pouring myself a glass of the burgundy laced with spices and restorative herbs, I slipped in to the steaming water and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off, because next thing I knew, a firm hand was on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.

“Miss?” The male voice had more than just a hint of an Irish brogue in it. I shook myself awake and looked up.

“I've a towel for ya, Miss, if ya would like to get out o' the tub.”

I smiled.

“Yes, thank you Sean.”

I took his hand to steady myself as I stepped out of the tub and in to the warm, fluffy towel that Sean held out to me. When I was dry, Andy held out a deep red silk robe and I slipped happily in to its softness. Pouring myself another glass of the wine, I went out in to the bedroom and settled myself among the plush pillows on the bed. The boys stood on either side of the large bed, awaiting my instructions. Sipping my wine, I took a moment to look each of them over. No longer in their formal serving uniforms as they had been when I had seen them earlier, the boys were dressed in what could be best described as black leather loincloths.

Sean seemed to be just under six feet tall, with a lean, well muscled body, creamy pale skin with surprisingly few freckles and a thin cover of golden red hair across the top of his chest. The wavy, golden red hair on his head was just long enough to cover the tops of his ears, and gave him a carefree look without seeming poorly groomed, and his deep green eyes had a glint of respectful laughter. Andy was taller, though only by an inch or two, and while he was similarly lean and well muscled, his lightly tanned olive skin and lack of chest hair made a lovely contrast to his slave brother. His hair, with more curl than wave, was a beautiful chestnut brown that barely touched his shoulders, and his eyes looked to be almost amber in color.

“Remove your uniforms.” I commanded them softly. It had been too long since I had been able to be with a man.

They were quickly devoid of garments, each sporting a bare pubic region and partially erect cock that I could tell would be more than satisfying despite their semi-flacid state. I could feel my body beginning to tingle just from the sight of them, and so, placing my wine glass on the bedside table, took a deep breath and said,

“I assume Susan told the two of you what I would like?” They nodded, and my control over what happened in my bed ended there.

Andy grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me from the bed, looping his arms through mine and effectively trapping me against him. Sean moved around the bed to where we were and pulled the robe open, then took his time in looking me over. He nodded to Andy, and next thing I knew I was fully naked and bound over a small, padded table that they had brought in while I was in my bath. My legs were spread, a small, angled pillow was placed under my hips to keep them at just the right height and my breasts had been pushed through holes that were just the slightest bit too small. I made a mental note of this unique form of breast bondage just before a pair of clamps dug in to my nipples and impaired my ability to think clearly. Andy stepped in front of me and presented his cock to me as Sean ran a hand over my pussy, wiggling a finger in to my slit and finding me wet already.

I happily opened my mouth and began to suck on the cock in front of my face, thoroughly enjoying the taste of a man for the first time in I don't know how long. He moaned and wrapped my hair around one hand, pushing his cock in deeper. Sean found my clit and began to play with it while spreading me open with his other hand and inserting two fingers in to my pussy. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth and Andy gave a little chuckle that had just a hint of cruelty to it.

“Sounds like this little slut is really enjoying herself.” He said, pushing his cock even further in to my mouth and down my throat just a little.

“Oh, for certain she is. Her cunt's drippin' wet already.” Was Sean's reply. “Though I bet I know what she really wants.”

He slapped my ass hard on each side.

“Ya want my cock in yer tight little hole, slut?” He said in a teasing tone and I nodded my head as best I could while sucking hungrily on Andy's throbbing cock.

Andy pulled out of my mouth, yanked my head up by the hair and said,

“Ask for it then, you horny little bitch. Beg for it.”

I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation at his words and his tone.

“Please, may I have a cock in my pussy? Please, please let me have your cock in my pussy?” The words seemed foreign yet natural and I could feel my own juices begin to drip down my thighs. He yanked a littler harder on my hair and said,

“I said beg, slut!”

“Please, please put your cock in me! Please, I need your cock, I need to be fucked! Please let me have your cock!”

“That's better!” They said in chorus.

Before I knew what was happening, Andy had shoved his cock back in to my mouth and Sean had slammed his in to my pussy. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as they simultaneously pounded in to my body, fucking back against Sean as best I could while bound to the table. After a while, he reached around me and began to play with my clit again and I could feel orgasm building. Andy sensed this and began to work his cock down in to my throat, cutting off my ability to breath while Sean fucked me harder and rubbed furiously at my clit.

When I was right on the edge, Andy pulled back and just as I took a huge gulp of air, the orgasm hit me. My screams of ecstasy were cut short by Andy's cock being pushed back in to my mouth and I began to suck hard once more, without even thinking about it. As Andy fucked my mouth in a way very similar to how Sean was fucking my pussy, I was pushed over the edge to a second orgasm at the same time that I felt them both emptying their loads in to me. This only served to arouse me further, making the orgasm much more intense.

It didn't end there. Before sitting down to catch their breath, Andy attached a small yet high powered vibrator to my clit. They watched from the bed as I moaned and writhed in my bondage, cum leaking from my freshly fucked twat and my lips swollen from the abuse my mouth had taken. After what seemed like forever to me, I heard one of them unzip a bag and take something from it. I didn't know what it was until I felt Sean behind me, lubing the large butt plug with the juices leaking from my pussy.

Andy grabbed each of my ass cheeks firmly and spread them wide, eliciting a loud moan from me that only rose in volume as I felt the large toy being pressed firmly against my as-yet unused hole. There was a sharp pain as it forced my body to stretch to its girth, and then it was in, stuffing my tight little asshole completely. It was then that I was unbound and placed on my back on the bed, my head hanging over the edge. Andy was now between my legs, his cock hardening again and Sean was rubbing the tip of his own partial erection over my lips, prodding my mouth open. I swirled my tongue around it until it was long and firm once more while Andy rubbed his up and down my wet and swollen pussy.

The angle my head was at was just right so as to allow Sean to push his cock in to my mouth and strait down my throat with minimal resistance, and I gagged only a little as he did so. Andy took his turn with my pussy, pushing in to me just as slowly as Sean was pushing his in to my throat, until I was completely impaled on their massive cocks from both ends. The combination of their cocks filling my cunt and mouth, and the large plug up my ass was enough to push me over the edge right there and I convulsed under them as I orgasmed again. As though it had all been choreographed, they slowly and simultaneously fucked me, the long, slow thrusts driving me wild with desire. They pushed me to the edge and held me there for some time before the cock in my mouth was once more pushed deep enough to prevent breathing and the one in my pussy began to pound in to me hard.

I arched off the bed involuntarily, cumming hard and almost forcing Andy's cock out of my pussy with it's convulsions. Both cocks were slammed deep in to their respective holes as they began to pulse and shoot their hot cum in to my body. Sean's cock was so far down my throat that I had no choice but to swallow it, though I knew I would have chosen that on my own if given the chance. Andy's cock was pumping a large load in to my pussy and the feel of it was heavenly.

Even as I could feel his member receding from my throat on it's own, Sean kept my face pulled against his pelvis, stroking my hair as one might stroke the head of a favorite pet. Andy pulled slowly out of my pussy, but I wasn't empty for long as he inserted a plug in to my recently vacated hole. For a fleeting moment, I thought that there was no way I could manage to hold that small toy inside my body. That thought vanished as I felt it being inflated, stretching and filling my pussy until it simply could not be inflated any further. That was when Sean pulled out of my mouth and bent down to look me in the eyes. In that voice with the tantalizing hint of Ireland, he said to me,

“Looks like the little slut is enjoying herself. Did ya like having my cum forced down yer throat?”

Kink and Sexuality in the News

  My normal morning routine is usually this; stumble out of bed, find my way to the coffee maker while still half asleep, silently thank the Coffee Faerie for having it ready for me, pour a cup and stumble over to the computer, hopefully without spilling any on myself.  I'll check my email, and Facebook, in the search for something to read while waiting for my brain to come to full functionality.  Imagine my surprise this Monday morning past when I open Facebook to find my feed filled with posts regarding an underground "sex" club having been unearthed on Whiskey Row, right here in my own conservative little home town!  I had driven by the building hundreds of times in my life, been a regular at a nightclub that used to be across the street from it and even attended a local munch at a restaurant in the same row a few doors down.  Never had I imagined something like this lay hidden two floors below street level.

  Louisville is known to the public for many things - the Louisville Slugger Museum and factory, The Belle of Louisville, Actors Theater, the first hand transplant in the US, Muhammad Ali and of course the Derby Festival leading up to the "Greatest Two Minutes in Sports", the Kentucky Derby.  Louisville is not, however, widely known by the public for its kink scene. While it's not as hard to get info on local munches and parties as it was even just five years ago, it still takes looking in the right places.  This discovery, however, may very well put the local scene on the map!

  I will admit that when I read the first article on this discovery on the WHAS11 website, I was a bit put off.  As is all too common in the mainstream media, it was initially described as a "sex club", and portrayed as something dark, sinister and borderline evil.  The words "torture chamber" were used more than once, even though the people who were there when it was a functioning club were probably enjoying themselves thoroughly.  It was described by one of the people who discovered it as "the weirdest thing I've ever found" and "very disturbing".  Of course, everyone is entitled to their opinion, however those words used to describe something form the history of Louisville's kink scene still made me cringe.

  Knowing how passionately I can react to things like this, and how people in this part of the country tend to react to "abnormal sexuality", I told myself I wasn't going to read anything more that was posted about this, that I was going to ignore the constant appearance of this in my FB news feed.  Finally today, my curiosity got the better of me and I revisited the original article, where I was pleased to find two more articles on the subject.  One was very short, mostly serving to announce that the word "LATEX" that had been discovered painted on one wall was presumed to be the name of the club, and to share more photos taken of the inside after crews had managed to stabilize the building.  It was the one linked to from that article that made my day, even if the title "50 Shade of Louisville" did make me roll my eyes and groan loud enough to garner the attention of my previously sleeping cats.

  I was thrilled when in the first line of the article they addressed the club as what it was - a sadomasochism club - instead of the previous title it had been given.  I mean, this is a piece of kink community history here!  Apparently the local community, upon seeing the initial article, rose to the occasion and set the news strait as the second paragraph of the article mentions receiving a number of emails, as well as posts to their FB and Twitter accounts.  Asking WHAS to withhold his name (and understandably so), a former founding member of LATEX came forward to set the record strait.  "We employed safety personnel and guards to insure nothing dangerous, non-consensual, or untoward ever took place, and to my knowledge never did." was mentioned at one point, and at another He added that the room was a private space for receptions and demonstrations but "never, ever any nudity or sex acts."  I don't think I have ever been more proud of the local community.  It takes guts to come forward about something like this, even after asking your name be withheld, at least in my opinion.  If that little piece of information were to be leaked, it could ruin more than one life.  Placing his trust in the media, a hard thing to do in this day and age, this person stepped forward and in doing so has helped to prevent the media from portraying this in the stereotypical way things like this usually are, as well as helping to insure that pieces from this discovery are preserved as the pieces of history they are.  Thank you.

  While among online kink related forums there are a number of folks from around here expressing their concern that this discovery will bring an influx of newbies seeking out the munches and play parties for all the wrong reasons, there is one person who has made a very good point several times over.  We were all newbies once.  We all had our reasons for seeking out the kink lifestyle, for attending our first munch or play party, and those reasons are as varied as the people one would meet at such an event.  Yes, there is a chance that someone may see the articles and begin to investigate the local BDSM scene because in reality they are an abusive asshole looking for someone they think wont notice if it's under the guise of such a relationship.  However, there is just as much a chance that someone like I once was, someone who's spent years thinking they were a freak because of their sexual and relationship preferences, someone who has spent years alone because of these feelings, will see these articles and realize that there are others out there like them.  If this discovery brings even just one person to this revelation, or to an event where they find there is a whole community waiting to welcome them in, answer their questions and give their support, then all this coverage, and anything negative that comes from it, is worth it.  Of course, that is just my humble opinion.  Your mileage may vary.

Read the articles here: http://www.whas11.com/home/Works-crews-discover-underground-sex-club-in-Whiskey-Row-167597465.html

http://www.whas11.com/home/50-Shades-of-Louisville-Whiskey-Row-club-had-recent-history--167744715.html

  In other happy news, I read a heartwarming story this morning about a dad in a small town in Germany who instead of belittling his son for wanting to wear skirts and dresses decided to stand up for him by doing the same.  Since it's a short article, I've copied and pasted it below.  Way to go, Mr. Pickert!

Shed A Tear & Go Call Your Dad: This Adorable Man Wears A Skirt In Solidarity With His Son

By Lexi Nisita

Got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? This should more than take care of it. We've basically been speechless from a disease caused by the adorable-itis superfluous bacterium since we read this story about the World's Greatest Dad (for real this time), a resident of Germany and generally the nicest guy we've ever heard of. Nils Pickert's young son likes to wears dresses, and instead of freaking out and forcing the poor kid to repress the urge, this guy decided to wear a skirt as a sign of solidarity.

It's understandable that even the most progressive of parents would be concerned about young boys cross-dressing (although for some reason the same issues don't seem to apply to female "tomboys"). After all, even if they genuinely don't mind their sons wearing dresses, painting their nails, or playing with dolls, no parent wants to see a child bullied and tormented at school. That certainly occurred to Pickert, but he quickly came around and decided that rather than make his son conform to the rules of their "very traditional" town, he would stand up for his child's rights.

And apparently it worked: Now, when kids tease him at school, Pickert's son just says, "You only don't dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don't dare to either." Go ahead, wipe away that tear. We won't say we told you so or anything.

  Well, here goes nothing - my first foray into the world of blogging.  As a life long writer of both fiction and non-fiction, you would think this would come more easily for me.  Alas, things like this have always been my downfall.  I suppose the topic I'm already on wouldn't be a bad one to start with - me as a writer.

  As cliche as it may sound, I've been writing as long as I can remember.  Pretty much since I learned to.  As a kid, it was a way of bringing the people in my mind, my imaginary friends, in to reality.  As a teenager, it was an escape.  I could create my own worlds, worlds that I usually preferred over the real one.  Over the years, my stories became more and more romance based.  Historical fiction became a favorite of mine to read, and that naturally bled over in to my own work.  In time, romance turned to erotica, though looking back it was all fairly tame.  Then I discovered BDSM, and a whole new world of literary possibilities opened up to me.  Writing became a way to explore new ideas, new fetishes, new fantasies, whether they were based on my personal feelings or research and input from others.

  When I started in on my first piece of BDSM erotica, I had no intention of publishing.  It was an outlet for frustrations, an escape from a painful break-up and a better remedy for bordem than anything on TV during my waking hours.  I worked largely third shift at the time and late night TV when you don't have cable is usually pretty awful.  Occasionally I would let someone I trusted read everything I had up to that point, just to see what they thought and to get ideas.  Eventually, I began putting it up a chapter or two at a time, amusingly enough on a blog.  Needless to say, that was all I ever put on it.  Then, one day, someone asked if I had ever considered publishing the piece when it was finished.  I laughed it off.  I'd never even thought about giving it a concrete ending, figured I would just keep writing it until I lost interest or it came to a natural conclusion.  But the seed of the idea had been planted, and as I kept working on it the idea of being published grew.  So I caved in and starting doing some research.

  As is probably the case for many burgeoning authors, I quickly became discouraged.  The traditional publishers had requirements I couldn't meet.  I turned to ebook publishers, but most required a romantic sub-plot, something my piece didn't have at all at the time.  With it already fairly long, I had no desire to go back and attempt to work one in.  Aside from being time consuming, it would have seemed forced.  I gave up and went back to simply writing for myself, and the friends who had come to look forward to getting the next chapter.  It was several years before I began contemplating publication again.

  By then I had discovered FetLife, joined a handful of writing groups and even shared pieces of my story.  Again, someone mentioned having it published.  That's when I realized that I finally found the right forum to get input from other writers on which publishers were good to work with, and would take something like what I had written.  After years of thinking about it, I found a publisher that would take my work and shortly my first book was released.  With that, what had started as something just for me became the start of a published series.

  Now a new series is beginning, practically writing itself.  I can hardly wait to see where it takes me!