on receiving pleasure

I think this is a beautiful point: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/06/the-art-of-receiving-pleasure/

Veronica Wilde, author of “Devil’s Night”

Welcome to Veronica, and her story Devil's Night, from Bound By Lust. 

Who doesn’t love a play party? And who doesn’t love Halloween?

My story “Devil’s Night” actually takes place on the night before Halloween – the night when mischief reigns and tricks of a diabolical kind might be played. But it does take place at a play party, the very first one my character Ariel attends. And wow, is there some mischief afoot.

First Ariel’s boyfriend Tanner takes her to a party where topless maids and leashed boys are the norm. Then she sees Devin, the bike messenger from her office – young, arrogant and dangerously cute. Though she wants to play innocent with him, she winds up in a compromising position in a laundry room, then lies to her boyfriend about it. But the joke’s on her when she finds out that both men already know each other and were testing her loyalty. As punishment, she’s going to be the central attraction at the play party:

Ariel wobbled on her high heels as Tanner forced her to walk in front of him into the living room. Here the play party was fully underway with floggings, spankings and other scenes everywhere she looked. Yet to her rising panic, almost everyone stopped to look curiously at her. Of course, she thought miserably, I’m the new girl here. Her head reeled as Tanner clapped his hands.

“Hello everyone. This is Ariel. She was dishonest tonight and you know how we all feel about that. So now she’s going to be punished.”

She stared desperately at thick dark carpet. She felt like an object, a sex doll displayed for everyone to see.

Tanner smiled deviously. “Darren, Mitch, put the footstool in front of the mirror. I want everyone to watch this but I want to force her to watch as well.”

Watch what?

 “Go lay down across the footstool,” Tanner commanded and pushed her in front of him.

Catching sight of Devin’s smirk, her first instinct was to protest. But she obeyed. The footstool was a wide black leather ottoman big enough to cradle most of her. She was aware of every eye in the room on her as she awkwardly knelt on the floor and lowered herself onto the leather until her arms and head dangled from one end, her ass and legs from the other. It was an undignified position and the knowledge that cocky Devin was watching made it even worse. How could she ever face him in the office again?

Her panic intensified as the two men Tanner had called on bent over. One quickly cuffed her wrists together in black leather restraints while the other slipped her ankles into an iron spreader bar with two circular enclosures. It forced her legs apart until her red velvet dress strained tight against her thighs. Her face and bound wrists faced the mirror so she could see all of the guests gathering behind her. Her heart began to pound like a trapped animal’s. What were they planning on doing to her?

Tanner spoke to someone else, who handed him a black leather paddle. Oh god no. Was he really going to spank her here in front of everyone? He spanked her at home of course, and she loved it, but that was different from being spanked in public as a punishment. Unable to stop herself, Ariel twisted helplessly on the footstool. “Tanner, please.”

The first ringing slap on her bottom silenced her immediately. “Any further protests will result in additional blows,” Tanner said in a severe tone. “Is that understood?”

She nodded miserably.

“Excellent.”

She cringed, waiting for the next. Instead Tanner gently rubbed her ass through her dress, stroking her inner thighs. Abruptly, he pulled her dress up to her waist. She cringed, knowing everyone was looking at her tiny thong and thigh-high stockings.

“Well, now. Let’s see what you showed Devin.”

To her mortification, he slid her thong down her thighs and exposed her pussy to the entire room. Reflexively she tried to close her legs but the spreader bar held them far apart. Her face burned with embarrassment as everyone crowded around for a closer look.

I love writing M/M/F scenes, so this was a very fun story for me to write.

BoundBy Lust  is an incredibly hot read, with naughty stories of all kind to inspire your summer nights. Don’t forget to stop by the next stop on the tour with Teresa Noelle Roberts tomorrow - and of course you can always stop by and visit me , too.

Happy reading. ;)

Morning, Noon and Night

24/7 by Aisling Weaver
4 a.m. Wake-Up Call by Jax Baynard
5 a.m. Walk of Shame by Dante Davidson
6 a.m. Coffee by Heidi Champa
7 a.m. Change of Shift by Cheyenne Blue
8 a.m. Morning Wood by Georgia E. Jones
9 a.m. Office Briefing by Justine Elyot
10 a.m. Kickoff by Donna George Storey
11 a.m. Elevenses by Jeremy Edwards
Noon: Lunchtime Rendezvous by Kat Watson
1 p.m. Test Drive by Angell Brooks
2 p.m. Biker Bar by Thomas Roche
3 p.m. Closed-Door Meeting by Sasha White
4 p.m. No Show by Cora Zane
5 p.m. Somewhere by Kristina Lloyd
6 p.m. The After-Dinner Hour by Sommer Marsden
7 p.m. Kinky Craft Night by Teresa Noelle Roberts
8:00 p.m. Appointment Tee Vee by Victoria Janssen
9 p.m. Victoria Coach Station by Kate Pearce
10 p.m. Portraits by Preston Avery
11 p.m. Strip Poker by Ashley Lister
Midnight: Movie Date by N.T. Morley
1 a.m. Girls’ Night Out by Vida Bailey
2 a.m. Date Night by Sophia Valenti
3 a.m. Last Call by Alison Tyler

I quite like my story in this one, I must say. Remember the days when it seemed taboo to admit to really liking the person you were sleeping with? Ireland doesn't really do dating... at least it didn't back when I was ... not dating. People tend to get drunk and hook up, and if they REALLY like each other then they MIGHT consider sex sober, and if that goes well they MIGHT go out together in a non-sex situation. And then at some point they MIGHT admit to having feelings of affection. Maybe. 

So that's what inspired Girls' Night Out. I lurve the cover, isn't it pretty? 

The Big Book of Bondage

Some more titles with stories of mine in them are hopefully to follow. It feels like I've been waiting a long time  for things to come to fruition.

Here is one! This antho began life a looong time ago now, and I think got put on hold. In the meantime, I confess, I sent the story I subbed for it elsewhere (more to come on that soon) and then when this one awoke, reborn, I started writing something else I'd had in my head for a long time, and I thought it would be easy to just shoot it out onto the page. It didn't really work like that, though, and the deadline passed me by and I'd still only written one page. Which was annoying, as I saw the story so clearly, and really wanted to be in the book. But... nothing was flowing.

And then there was a call for two extra stories, as the publisher loved it and wanted a little bit more - so, readers, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I finished it, having moved my PC to the kitchen table and strung the phone line and modem across the floor, at 2 am on a Sunday night.

And BAM, I was in. And look at all the other people who are in too!



Commuter Training by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Small Mercies by Rita Winchester
The Naughty Chair by Donna George Storey
Eleven O’clock Deadline by Thomas S. Roche
Prey by Madeline Elayne
In Charge by ADR Forte
Too Strong to Break by Sophia Valenti
Filthy Rich by Shanna Germain
Life Drawing by Vida Bailey
Cute Boy Gets Squeezed by D.L. King
On the Rocks by Heidi Champa
Golf Spelled Backwards by Andrea Dale
Eye Contact by Derek McDaniel
Double Dutch by Giselle Renarde
Senseless by Stella Harris
Just Desserts by Kiki DeLovely
Balancing the Books by Lucy Felthouse
Meltdown by Jax Baynard
You Say This is a Testament by Maria See
River of Beauty by Sharon Wachsler
When My Boyfriend Has a Party by Devin Phillips
Butter the Bird by Sommer Marsden
The Bondage Pig by Kristina Lloyd
Curry, Extra Hot by N.T. Morley
Burned by Alison Tyler

Woo! 

I have one confession to make - I presume the body part of the woman on the cover is her waist. But it also could be a neck or armpit or... what? I'm worried that I can't quite tell. What am I missing? Perhaps body hair is a label for THIS WAY UP :) 

sex in the open

I've lost friends, I think, by being too open about sex. Liberal people, but old school liberal - people who think it should all be sacred and intimate and personal, behind closed doors. You think they'd be really tolerant and accepting, but either their experience doesn't go that far, or they're old school feminist anti-porn, maybe, or they're scared or they don't have the vocabulary or they're Christian about it maybe, or, or... ? I dunno, really. 

So I like to write about sex. I like this tumblr gathering of people who are so unabashedly positive about their enjoyment and appreciation of sex. A group of women who talk about masturbating, with humour and hunger and joy, oh my! It's groundbreaking, really. 

I like to read about sex, and write about it, and look at pictures like this one, and feel not only the tiny earthquate vibration of arousal but also... the awe, the wonder at the beauty of people, of sex, of the communion with each other and ourselves that can take place. See what's revealed, what's experienced. Look at this woman stripped bare, and glowing, and gone to another place, and ... held there. I love that there's a space to talk about that, now. As far away as it may be. 

amusing things from the world of language learning

My Brazilian student, who can't understand why no one understands her, informed me the other day that she loves drinking cock. She drinks cock all the time.

I hurrried to correct her, and retold the story yesterday, when I as bravely teaching them the words for genitals.

Backstory: one is a young Spanish guy who likes hunting. I'm trying to stop him saying Hhhhhello! like Inigo Montoya, and I told him he sounds like a Romantic Spanish Man when he does. Especially when he keeps telling us he sings flamenco all the time. And he's very tactile. Thankfully, he has a good sense of humour, and we've started a running 'Hhhello! joke.

As soon as I mentioned the 'drinking cock' story, he laughed and suggested using it as a chat up line in a nightclub, following up with a delighted, HHELLO!

Fantastic. I hope noone was listening at the door...

Another teacher then reported an ex Japanese student of mine, whose pronunciation isn't so hot, saying 'copulation' instead of cooperation. And the whole class jumping in to help her get it right. Then later she talked about a Japanese masturbation charity and they all rushed to stop her, until it turned out that she really did mean masturbation volunteers- they're called White Hands, for their latex gloves, and they perform the very worthy service of helping out disabled with hand jobs. More power to them, I think this is really excellent, and honest, and ... right. 

bow down,,,

Oh, oh my.

I just had a sudden urge to listen to Head Like a Hole on this sunny Saturday evening. I'm about to go erect a ... sandpit. But still.

I think I responded to those lyrics, you know the ones, way before I ever really understood the connotation and significance of 'bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve', maybe on any level.

I should be listening to this stuff more. May as well stay in touch with 15 a little bit. I miss the boots...

I see an Alice in Chains link too... I might click it. Oh, the nostalgia.