#MasturbationMonday – Elastic Band Nipple Torture! #BDSM


It’s time for another MOAN day, and what better way than with a naughty smattering of erotica. Let’s have it with a little honey, shall we? 😉

Chocolate and strawberries

Named and Shamed

“It’s honey. I like my fruit sweet and my submissives even sweeter.” The statement was accompanied by a chuckle.

Marianna was glad someone was laughing. Honey was now being trickled down her ass cheeks and thick globs dripped to the chair below. Someone was going to have lots of fun clearing up this mess. Marianna could only be glad that the office toilets contained showers because she was certainly going to need one after this little episode.

“And now for the piece de resistance Mark said, and there was a lilt to his voice that Marianna did not like. The next thing she knew, something was pressed against her sphincter. Oh God. The man was twisting what had to be a small cylindrical piece of apple into her rectum. The honey made his job considerably easier. He applied considerable pressure for a minute or two before the apple slotted soundly inside her. All conscious thought disappeared and she moaned in heat.

Mark stood back to admire his breakfast. She was fresh and hopefully ready to be plucked, bitten, sucked, chewed and swallowed. He intended to do each and every one of those actions on her body before he’d finished his meal. Smiling, as her ass squirmed at the intrusion of his carefully constructed ‘apple cork,’ he took two elastic bands out of his trouser pocket. They were of the small and thin variety. Squeezing a hand under the top of her dress, he pulled on her nipple and was rewarded with a groan of protest. Pinching the nub between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled at it gently. When the point had hardened in his fingers he began to wrap the elastic around it, over and over. He repeated the action on the other side.

When he had finished his ministrations, Marianna barely managed to stifle a sob. There was no question that the insistent throb of pain through her teats had taken her arousal to the next level. Breathing deeply she braced herself for what she felt sure was coming next: the riding crop. It was no secret that it was Matthew’s favourite instrument of torture.


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Naked / Nearly Naked Wedding Dresses Hitting The Catwalk! #wedding #sexy



Original article by Sara Barnes for the MAILONLINE

Brides-to-be, forget making a statement with a mile-long train, diamond-studded tiara and meringue-like skirt – the way to really court attention on your big day is to don a nearly-naked gown.
Not for the faint-hearted, flesh-flashing dresses appeared to be the go-to look for 2016. New York’s Bridal Fashion Week saw models storm the runway in daring designs that wouldn’t look out of place in a racy underwear shop.
Demure frocks were dropped for nipple-exposing lace, plunging necklines and daring thigh-high splits.

Leading the way with a collection of controversial dresses was Israeli-based label Alon Livne.
One perfectly-polished model turned heads in a sleeveless, mermaid-tail dress that was completely transparent and revealed her plain black underwear.
The costumier also dressed a model in a breathtaking gown that had a see-through beaded top with feather-trimmed sleeves and a plain ivory skirt with a striking split.
Some brave stunners decided to ditch their smalls altogether and brazenly showed off their privates in feather-tasselled dresses, elaborate-beaded gowns and floor-skimming frocks.

Echoing a look seen previously on the Stella McCartney catwalk, a blonde model in the Pronovias show walked in a dress that had an clear S-shape that ran from underneath her left breast and down to her right leg.

The Spanish fashion house, the talent behind the wedding dresses of Jade Goody and Doutzen Kroes, did try to keep things slightly more covered up with their other creations, which just flashed hints of leg, thigh and hip.
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#SatSpanks -Forced #Orgasms! BDSM


Hello Spankos – another week has flown by and January is racing by! It is a great month to stay inside wrapped up under the duvet covers, whilst reading something a wee bit naughty though, right? Go on… admit it 😉


The Ties That Bind

By the time the Chateau Briand arrived, she had climaxed exactly four times. Her body felt as limp as a week-old lettuce and all the fight and aggression that she had harboured over the last week had dissipated swiftly into the room’s now very frigid air. Mark hadn’t uttered a word and Jenny was beginning to realise that her chances of being returned to Albrecht were increasing with each passing second. As the fifth orgasm hit her, she nearly smeared her face in the beef before her, and could have cried, because there was no way on earth she could eat the stuff now. Stifling the tears that wanted to flow waterfall-style, she looked up at her antagonist and thumped both fists upon the table. She had his attention. Pushing her plate roughly to one side, she closed her eyes and bit down on the scream that she couldn’t utter, mostly because she was too damn exhausted.


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Fetish 101 – Feederism #Kink – Feeder Fetishes

In this episode of Sex + Food, host Kimberly Kane meets Tammy Jung, a woman who experiences sexual pleasure from eating massive amounts of food and being fed. In the fetish world, she’s known as a “feedee”—under the control of a partner called a “feeder,” who encourages her to eat as much as possible. Kim spends the day with Tammy and her boyfriend Johan to learn more about their fetish and lifestyle.

Christina: Getting paid to eat on the internet? That’s an awesome gig if you can get it! 

#WIPITUP Wednesday – Virgins! #BDSM


Howdy Wipsters! I’m still waiting on a release date for The Velvet Chair, but it shouldn’t be long now. For now, I’ll leave you with another little snippet from ‘The Darkest Knight.’

The Darkest Knight

Three Days Hence…

Looks: Very unlike horse. Tick.

Size: Much smaller than even small pony. Tick.

Sounds like: No neighing in sight. Tick.

Virgin: Tick. Cough.

Byron looked mightily pleased with himself. Lucius less so, it’d been a few months now and life on the open road had less friendly female company than he’d hoped for.

‘Right, I’m off for a viewing then,’ said the Prince squaring his broad, stately shoulders.

‘Oh and Byron?’ he said with one final look back, ‘if I find you’ve lied about ANY of the above, you and your head will be parting company shortly.’

A rather loud gulp followed the hooves of the departing stallion.

* * *

What Byron had failed to mention was that Princess what’s her name was being sold as a slave to the highest bidder at auction. Lucius’ cohort hadn’t even seen her, just read one of the numerous posters plastered to the Castle walls and ramparts. These read something along the lines of:

Sale of the century:

Much famed for her beauty, Princess Rosalind will take to the Auction

Block tonight to be sold as chattel in an honourable attempt

To save her kingdom from impending penury.

Amongst her many and differing talents one lucky bidder will be

The Owner of an honest to God, pure as the driven snow

100% Genuine Virgin. Yes really.

Now that had Lucius’ interest.

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RELEASE DAY! The DARK LEGENDS Boxed Set: Amazon ~ ORIGINAL COLLECTION: For a limited time ONLY! ASMSG #DarkLegends #99c FBParty Giveaway

RELEASE DAY! The DARK LEGENDS Boxed Set: Amazon ~ ORIGINAL COLLECTION: For a limited time ONLY! #ASMSG #DarkLegends #99c #FBParty #Giveaway



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Monica Corwin with Soulless
J.L. Weil with White Raven
Laxmi Hariharan with Redemption
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Muffy Wilson and The Para-Portage of Emily
GK DeRosa with Wilder: The Guardian Series
Marilyn Peake with Shade
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Carissa Ann Lynch with Midnight Moss
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HJ Lawson with New Order
Emma Nichols with Blood Moon
Shelley Munro with Claimed & Seduced
J.A.Armitage with Two of Clubs
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Claimed By The Cyborg by Cara Bristol #NewRelease

Claimed by the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 5)

By Cara Bristol


Release date: January 10, 2017

Format: ebook and paperback

A cyborg never gives up.

He lost her once. He won’t let it happen again.




March Fellows assumed he had all the time in the galaxy to pursue a relationship with Jules, an alien exchange student from Xenia, until she vanished without a trace. After years of searching, he finds his lost love on the eve of her arranged marriage.

The daughter of the Xenian emperor, Julietta never meant to fall in love with a Terran man while visiting Earth. Leaving to fulfill her responsibilities on her home planet opened up a hole in her heart that could never be filled. When March, now a cyborg, unexpectedly shows up just before she is to be bonded, she struggles to find the courage to turn him away a second time and follow through with her duty. Before she can act, the lovers are thrust into a political conspiracy that threatens the Xenian empire and their lives.


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Cara Bristol Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has been the no. 1 best seller in science fiction romance, bdsm erotica, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She’s the author of two science fiction romance series featuring tough alpha heroes: the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance cyborg series and the Breeder science fiction romance series, which emphasize character-driven stories written with a touch of humor and sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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Claimed by the Cyborg Excerpt

(It’s the eve of Julietta’s bonding to a man she’s never met. Her completed bonding tunic has arrived and her sister Marji urges her to try it on)

Marji’s eyes were wide. “You don’t want to see what it looks like? Come, on! I’ll help you.” She scooted off the bed. “Try it on, please?”

“All right,” she capitulated. The tailors had done an excellent job, but it wouldn’t hurt to verify the garment fit—and it would make Marji happy. At only sixteen solar cycles, her younger sister’s bonding wouldn’t occur for several years. Like most girls her age, she talked about her future ceremony constantly, planning what she would wear, who would attend—and wondering who her mate would be.

Julietta stripped down to her panties and a lacy bra. She’d adopted Terran undergarments when she’d attended school off planet. For the bonding ceremony—and thereafter for the rest of her life—she would wear the traditional one-piece Xenian undergarment. Her choice of underwear—one more thing bonding would force her to give up.

She pulled on the pantaloons sewn in the royal huber fabric. Shimmering threads of pale rose were woven throughout so that the garment sparkled. Marji undid the fastening of the shift and held it out. Julietta slipped her arms through it, and her sister did up the back.

The weight of her world rested on her shoulders.

Her sister reached for the headdress.

“That, too?” she protested, but bent at the knees so the crown could be settled on her head. Her legs threatened to buckle, but she shored up her strength and remained upright.

“You look beautiful. Just like an empress!” Marji gushed.

“How appropriate, considering,” she replied dryly.

The ceremony brought her closer to becoming the sovereign. The bonding—and production of an heir—were the only two hurdles left. Then, when her father passed the scepter upon his fifty-first solar cycle, she would rule with her consort at her side.

The last time she’d tried on the dress, the crystals hadn’t yet been sewn on. She took a few exploratory steps.

“How does it feel?”

Crushing. “Fine.”

“It’s perfect!” Marji said.

Could she walk down the aisle without toppling over, without bursting into tears, without making a spectacle of herself in front of thousands?

She would have to—what choice did she have? As firstborn, she was heir apparent. Her future had been decided on the day of her birth, twenty-five solar cycles ago. “Let’s take it off now.” She lifted the crown from her head and tilted her neck from side to side in relief. Marji undid the back of the shift and removed the garment. While she hung up the tunic, Julietta donned her clothing.

“I can’t sleep, I’m so excited for you,” Marji said. “Tomorrow night, you get to see your consort! I don’t know why you never chose to see him before this. As future empress, you receive special dispensation and could have seen him if you’d wanted to. I would have jumped at the chance!” She sighed. “But, like everyone else, I won’t see my future mate until the Sha’A’la and won’t meet him until the bonding ceremony.”

“Whether I see him or not, the future will proceed as scheduled,” Julietta said.

“Father says he’s very kind. Mother says he’s supernova!” she said. “That’s means handsome.”

“I know what it means. Mother has been watching too many Terran vids.”

Marji giggled, and, despite herself, Julietta smiled.

Though she hadn’t seen Earth herself, their mother loved Terran culture and had encouraged her eldest daughter to study there and explore the wonders of the Blue Planet before fulfilling her duty. Julietta had had two glorious years of freedom, two glorious years of being “Jules,” two glorious years of being just another Terran Technical Institute student, two glorious years with a man who most definitely qualified as supernova, two glorious years to pretend the future would never come.

* * * *


#MasturbationMonday – Forced To Please The Vampire #Paranormal Romance


Hello a big shout out for MOAN DAY! Who doesn’t love a good moan on a Monday? So without further ado, let’s have some wicked naughtiness…


Dancing With Death

Whimpering under the image he had planted in her mind, she tried to shake her head to get rid of it, but he had locked her whole body in a state of paralysis. Fear flooded her as his visualisation continued. Her hands continued their exploration, finding the hard, long length of his manhood, captured and restrained within several cloth boundaries, and her need to free him increased. She caressed him with her fingertips, gripped him softly in her hands, and ran her soft, wet tongue along his fly before letting the tips of her teeth nip lightly at the head of his covered cock. Her hot breath spilled over him, and he jumped and pulsed underneath her. The ache in her loins grew. She could feel moisture pooling between her legs and a gnawing hunger that could not be appeased with anything less than his domination of her body. Body, mind, and soul – everything hungered for his touch. No! Another whimper left her as she continued to fight his control and tried to think of anything bar the images he was propelling into her brain. A crucifixion cross, her mother’s face, the setting sun on an ocean of tranquillity; all of these images managed to flutter across her eyes before he pushed them roughly away and forced her to continue with his monstrous vision.
Her body now made its way up his, hands taking a gentle hold of his balls as she palpated them softly in her fingers. Her teeth found the shiny buckle of his belt, and her tongue lapped at the cold lines of steel before her teeth worked at the supple leather, anxiously trying to free it. Her hands encircled his waist before they impatiently pulled the dark fabric of both trousers and pants down his legs. As his cock sprang up to meet her, eager for the touch of her lips and tongue, she cared not that they were in a semi-public place, and she didn’t spare a thought for her embarrassment at the possibility of being caught. She simply speared her throat with the beautiful, hot essence of male hood and worshipped him with her lips and tongue, too impatient to continue any games of teasing. He suddenly released her from his vision, and her jaw opened in a silent O of shock.
“Perfect. Come over here, and I’ll put that hole to good use,” he said with dark amusement. Her mouth snapped closed, and she stared at him, dazed and confused at her body’s response.



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