Cute Children’s Book that deals with a child’s understanding of their father working the night shift.

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About the author:
Christopher Surratt tells the stories of the many ways a child’s life could change in this day and age. Born in South Bend, Indiana, he now resides in Monterey, California.

Alycia Gingles is a second grade student. Originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, she now lives in California. Where she enjoys playing sports and reading.

My Dad is a Vampire
Authored by Christopher S Surratt
Drawings by Alycia L Gingles
Edited by Jolene L Boyles

My Dad is a Vampire is a children’s picture book told from the point of view of a young boy that is experiencing happiness and difficulties from his Father sleeping during the day and leaving during the night, like a vampire.

Publication Date:
Nov 23 2011
ISBN/EAN13:
1467955620 / 9781467955621
Page Count:
28
Binding Type:
US Trade Paper
Trim Size:
8.5″ x 8.5″
Language:
English
Color:
Full Color
Related Categories:
Juvenile Fiction / Imagination…

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Review & Information on Lapiz Lazuli….the Perfect Way to Turn Up the Heat

This book has some pretty hot stories…..be sure to check it out 😉

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I really enjoyed this anthology, it contains eight stories that exhibit a renewal of the enjoyment of sexuality and sensuality. The eight stories are very diverse covering BDSM,LGBTQ (Q), mythology, and couples of varying age and race. This book contains something for everyone, whether your looking for something that’s hot and spicy to read or validation that it’s possible to reignite the flame in a relationship. This book is a quick read, so if you’re looking for something to relax you on your commute or you’re planning to catch some rays on the beach, make sure you take Lapiz Lazuli, with you.
Lapiz Lazuli – The Leigh Clark Collection
From fetishistic and rough, to sapphic or sweet, this anthology of eight hand-picked dirty stories spans the whole erotica range.
If stories of frantic, sensual lovemaking excite you, Lapiz Lazuli is guaranteed to grab your attention. These short stories explore…

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Henrietta and George Go Bananas Part One

 

Model Monique at Saltire Deutsch: Fotomodell M...

Model Monique at Saltire Deutsch: Fotomodell Monique im schwarzen Bustier und Minirock aus Lack/PVC, gefesselt am Andreaskreuz (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

Henrietta was sitting on her bed, trying to process all of the feelings that were running through her body. She loved her husband Aaron, after all they had been together for over twenty years, but she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was missing from their relationship. She’d tried once before to tell Aaron what she felt was missing, that she yearned to be dominated by a man. Unfortunately, all the promises that he’d made about dominating her never came to fruition. Now, Henri was teetering on the edge, and deep in her heart she knew that her need to be dominated would eventually win the battle. Henri knew that there would be grave consequences if she gave into her desires; she didn’t know if she would be strong enough to pick up all of the pieces from the fallout.As Henri sat curled into a ball, all her mind could think of was him. She leaned her head back against her pillow, closed her eyes and saw Him. The person that she referred to as him, was George Mason. God, she’d do anything if she could travel back and change things so that she didn’t run into George Mason’s cart in the grocery store. Henri can remember  everything that occurred the day they met.She’d just reached over the piles of fruit in order to grab a bunch of bananas, of course the ripest bunch that she desired was at the very back of the pile. As she leaned over to grab it, her long brown hair flew into her eyes; She used her right hand to push her hair out of her face. That same moment, George decided that he wanted the same bunch of bright yellow bananas, with a few brown spots on them. George’s hand slightly graved Henri’s palm, instantly she felt her desire all the way down to her pussy.She jerked her hand back as fast as she could, and tried to grab her shopping cart. All she kept thinking, is that she had to get away from George as fast as she could. But George had other plans for her. He’d felt the charge of sexual attraction when their hands touched, as well. George had only had that kind of experience once, and it was with his former submissive, Susan. George and Henri had known each other for years, but neither of them had experienced this kind of attraction to the other one throughout the years.When Henri noticed that George had blocked her cart so that she was unable to exit, she looked up at him with her big honey brown eyes.”Umm, hi George. I’m, umm, really sorry about bumping into your cart. I’ll have to pay closer attention to my surroundings the next time I reach for bananas.””Henri, look at me directly in the eyes. I know you felt the attraction, just as much as I did,” said George.Henri tried to force herself to look at him, but she just couldn’t do it. She looked down at the ground and closed her eyes. Henri thought that perhaps George would be gone when she opened her eyes. She didn’t know how to deal with the situation; hell, it had been ages since her pussy had clenched like that. Henri, took a deep breath and opened her eyes…..Damn it still here.”Henri, I told you to look at me. I meant right now!”Henri slowly lifted her head up, and she looked into George’s piercing blue eyes. She straightened her body out, and made sure that she had her head held high. Then she glued a plastic smile on her face and said,” Yes George, I felt the attraction, alright. So what?”

Ghosts from the Past

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GOP Sexual Freedom Belt (Photo credit: DonkeyHotey)

 

 

 

 

Today, is the first time in 21 years that I didn’t spend my time continuously thinking about you breaking my wooden Louisville Slugger on my back, on December 26, 1990. For the first time on the anniversary, I didn’t feel hatred towards you or for myself. I actually started to feel some forgiveness towards you; that isn’t to say that there’s not going to be a time in the future when I feel anger towards you again, but TODAY, I tried to feel compassion.

 

I actually thought to myself that you behaved the way that you did because you were sick. I mean, something obviously had to be wrong with you to go from the man that I once worshipped, to the monster that I feared. I still don’t have the answers for what happened to make you act the way that you did, and I just can’t find it in my heart to accept the excuse of PTSD, that the therapist at the VA claimed. Don’t get me wrong, I know you went through some fucked up shit, Dad. In fact, I’ve learned more about you and the things you endured since your death in September.

When I was going through pictures to post on the display for your memorial service, I found one that was taken of a prisoner at war. I’m talking fucked up, black bag over the head Abu Greid torture shit. And for a minute, I wondered if you had been scared when that picture was taken. You weren’t actually in the picture, so I don’t know if you were the photographer, or if you were even present when that specific picture was taken. But seeing it, I realized that it wasn’t the first time a prisoner was treated that way; I don’t think anyone could be desensitized enough to take the picture the first time that they decided to torture someone. It also made me wonder, what other crazy shit you were a part of; it’s wrong to be cruel to someone who’s a prisoner of war, but I can understand it  on a visceral level. But it’s another thing to torture you’re own child, don’t you think?

I wish you were here so that I could ask you what happened in 1986, what was it that made you decide that it was okay to hurt me? I never told you, but I too was diagnosed with PTSD; I actually told my therapist that it wasn’t possible for me to have PTSD, because that was what they said was wrong with you. And, I never have and I’ll be damned if I ever do abuse my kids like you abused me. My therapist took her time and explained to me, that all of the times that I had dreams where you were trying to kill me, were really symptoms of PTSD. Obviously, I knew that it wasn’t normal for my husband to have to wake me up because I was screaming in my sleep, but I was terrified of being like you.

But today, I actually wondered if you felt terrified when your anger got out of control. I don’t remember you ever acting scared during or after an incident when you hurt me; in fact, I can remember the time when you were choking me on the stairs and as I looked into your eyes, it was like you were somewhere else and you were looking right through me. Then in the next instant it was like you were your “normal” loving self; you made me go into the kitchen/family room with you, and you forced me to sit at the kitchen table with you. You actually had the audacity to have me get my math book so that you could help me with my algebra assignment.

How were you able to change your emotions and behavior so quickly? Did you learn how to do that when you were performing recon missions as a Marine in Vietnam, or is it something that you perfected as a cop?The most important thing that I learned on the 21st anniversary of the bat incident, is that there are so many things that I should’ve asked you. There are so many conversations that you and I should’ve had before you died, conversations that I still need to have with you. I know that you can’t actually answer me back now, but until I “voice” all of my questions and attempt to search within myself, my memories of you, and the things I learn about you from asking people who had meaningful relationships with you for the answers to the questions that I have, then I’ll never be completely at peace. But I know that I’m moving in the right direction, because I didn’t shed a single tear, have any feelings of hatred or have an ounce of self doubt today.

It’s been almost three months since I started this piece, some days I have the same feelings of forgiveness as when I started this piece and some days I have anger in it’s place. I’m angry because as I take steps toward healing, I have to face all of the fucked up ideas that you placed in my head; I’ve got to face the memories and the pain before I can complete my journey.

In the past few weeks, I’ve realized that I’m often uncomfortable with my body’s natural reactions-I’m embarrassed by desires and feelings, and I’ve realized that it was you who planted the seeds of self-doubt and shame that I’m battling. I find myself asking why repeatedly; why does my body react that way, way does that make me cry, but the biggest why is why did you do it. Why did you work so hard to instill feelings of shame and guilt into my psyche, when it comes to sex? Why did you work so hard to ruin something that has the potential to be so beautiful? Did you really want me to equate arousal with guilt, and if so, why? Do you know what a massive burden it is to try and repress and control every sexual reaction that one’s body has?

Let me tell you, it’s not only damn near impossible, it’s also exhausting! I can’t do it any more; I’m breaking free, and it’s time for me to be the person that I was meant to be. So even though it’s a struggle to accept my desires and cravings, without the extra side of guilt that you’ve created; I’m going to try. I realize that it will be a difficult battle to overcome these things, but I plan on doing it one orgasm at a time…hmmm, I just realized that I could have a hell of a lot of fun with this journey & I think it will require a lot of practice ;)!

Day 6 in My 30 Days of Kink

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Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.
That’s easy: Have a guy in the Klan fall so in love with my chocolate covered cherry, he donates a small fortune to the United Negro College Fund. Okay, I’m just joking…but, you’ve got to admit that would be a totally intoxicating amount of power. Perhaps I do have a little bit of Domanitrix in me; I’m not even going to try and analyze that tidbit.
I honestly can’t think of any weird or interesting fantasies that I have, they’re all pretty much run of the mill things that you can read in any piece of erotica. I don’t know if this is because it is still difficult to admit my sexual desires, let alone have them stay in my mind long enough to create a fantasy.
Generally, my fantasies consist of your basic two guys and one girl, two girls and one guy, several guys and one girl type of thing. I guess my weirdest fantasy isn’t weird because other people don’t have it, but it’s weird because I want it given my history.
So, here it goes: I want to have my Dom blindfold me, and then take me into a room with a bed. Then I want him to tie me up to the bed; I briefly want him to take the blindfold off of my eyes, and then tell me what’s about to happen. I guess, I need to know that whatever happens, he’ll be there to protect and monitor me…he’ll of course be able to tell if I’m being triggered in someway, and will put a stop to everything.
Then I want my Dom to tie my ass up to the bed & let the fun begin….I want to have sex with at least three men at one time, I want the blindfold on so that I don’t know who’s touching me, when or where. I’m talking fucked hard, well at least the first time ;)…hopefully, it won’t trigger me and if it doesn’t then I think I’d like to try it when I can see what’s going on and I can move freely. But, that’s really a pretty common fantasy.
Hey boys and girls, guess what…I did think of a weird fantasy…I’d like to combine my to loves…SEX & BOOKS ;). I’d like to have sex in a bookstore, preferably when it’s closed (in case a certain Dom is reading this post)…I’d like to have butt ass wild sex on a table with books all around me. Or, we could always go at it in the romance/erotica section….can you imagine it??? He could bend me over some of the furniture that they keep in bookstores…spank my with a nice hardback copy of Screw the Roses, Give Me the Thorns…-

Day 5 of My 30 Days Kink

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Standard nipple piercings. East Bay CA Deutsch: Gepiercte weibliche Brustwarzen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience?  If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.

Well, this summer I was able to spend a little one-on-one time with a female “friends w/benefits”…..I’d by lying if I didn’t say it was an AMAZING experience, because it was. I wasn’t able to taste her wonderful pussy that day, due to an act of nature ;). But that really didn’t bother me, because one of the things that I fantasized about the most, was taking her beautiful peach nipples into my mouth…hell, looking at the contrast of her pale mouth wrapped around my nipple was enough to make me wet!!!

But, that’s not the kinky experience that I crave….I CRAVE BEING WITH A DOM!!!!! I want to sit before him on my knees, with the bottoms of my feet touching my ass. I want him to take my head into his hands and turn my face up too look into his eyes. I want to hear him say that the way I presented myself to him was beautiful. Then I want him to lean down and kiss me; I want him to pull me up & place a blindfold type item over my eyes,then lead me to a bench or bed. Then I want him to place me in position to use a flogger on my ass and pussy, sliding his fingers into my wet hole in an unpredictable pattern. I want him to take me right to the precipice of cumming, and then stop touching me completely. Then I want my master to leave me in that position for a few minutes, allowing my mind to wander and imagine all of the things he’s about to do to me, to the body I’m offering up to him to use as he sees fit.

When he slides his finger into my wet hole, I can feel my muscles clench around his fingers. I try to cover my face so he can’t see how embarrassed I am about being so wet. Then as he’s shoving more fingers in and out of my juices, he tells me not to be embarrassed because he loves the gift that I’m giving to him. He can tell that I’m holding back,trying not to cum. As he leans down to nip my neck, he whispers into my ear that he knows what I’m trying to do, but I need to be prepared because he’s going to have me screaming his name when he makes me cum in a few minutes

Why BDSM

 

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A BDSM-style collar that buckles in the back. This was a featured picture of Lady Byron (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

http://themusingsofasub.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/dilemma/

This post could’ve been written by me, it explains the dilemma that a sub faces….it also helps explain what I mean when I say that being a submissive is freeing. I know that some of you reading this are wondering how I can say being a submissive is freeing, when the act of submitting requires a sub to given in to their Dom’s wishes. It means that you are willing giving control over to your Dom. But that is exactly why it is freeing to me.

You see, the first time that I ever had sex was at a leadership conference. I had gotten onto the elevator with a friend that I’d met at the conference, I didn’t even consider that I could be putting myself in a dangerous situation. I did. As soon as we got off of the elevator, the guy that I was with started trying to get me to have sex with him. I thought that he would leave me alone when I told him no, I was very wrong.

Instead, he pulled out a knife and placed it against my throat; I knew I was getting ready to be raped, but I didn’t know if I was going to live. In that instant, I decided to do whatever was required of me in order to ensure I survived. It turns out the rape wasn’t the worst thing that happened to me that day, the worst thing was the way my body reacted to the sexual stimulation. I was horrified by what the person who I’d thought was a friend, was doing to me. But that afternoon my body betrayed me.

That day, my body enjoyed the sexual stimulation. I can’t even begin to tell you the amount of guilt and shame I’ve felt over the years because of this. I would always wonder what in the hell was wrong with me; something had to be wrong with me, if my body enjoyed the touch of my rapist. It wasn’t until last year, that I realized it wasn’t the touch of a rapist I enjoyed….my body enjoyed being touched in a way that it was designed to react to and enjoy, at least if the human race is supposed to survive. Here’s the rub: I still feel guilt at times.

For 20 years, I felt like I had to be in charge and in control of every reaction my body had to sexual stimulation. If I had mind shattering sex, and gave into my body, not giving my reaction a second thought….I was wrecked with guilt. I felt guilty because I’d alllowed myself to lose control.

If I give over control to a Dom, all I’m required to do is enjoy the way my body feels. I don’t feel guilt because the decision is out of my hands; my only decision is do I trust my Dom to protect and care for me…do I trust that my Dom is looking after me with care and concern….that’s it, that’s the only decision I’m responsible for. Does a Dom push me? Hell yes, he pushes me. He pushes the limits of what I find sexually acceptable, and he makes me feel wonderful. Because I choose to give over my power to him, he’s able to pry my true sexual desires out of me. He’s able to get me to move beyond my comfort level and try new things…..he’s able to get me so worked up, that I crave his touch.

I still feel guilt and shame about my sexual desires, but somehow he’s also able to ease them.

Day 4 in My 30 Days of Kink

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Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hinted at your kinks?

I think that this is the hardest question that I’ve had to answer so far, in my 30 Days of Kink series. It’s not because I’m having a difficult time remembering any early experiences that might have hinted at my future kinkiness. While I’ve made HUGE strides towards accepting my sexual desires and trying to reclaim and embrace my sexuality, I’d be lying if I said I’d overcome all the shame that I feel too.
****Takes Deep Breath****
I can remember finding an old copy of one my dad’s Playboy’s, and carefully studying the poses of the models that were pictured. I remember thinking that I had to learn how to copy those poses exactly, because I wanted to make sure that the boys I hung-out with liked them. I should’ve prefaced this by saying I was the biggest tomboy around, but I can still remember striking the naked poses for my friends. I didn’t know at the time that the behavior I was participating in was sexual, but I can still recall the pleasure I felt at making them happy….and I can remember the amazing things I felt when they touched me.
As a teenager, a friend and I had a mutual attraction to one another but we were so good of friends, we never wanted to take the chance of messing up our friendship. However, that didn’t stop us from frequently enjoying mutual masturbation sessions on the bus….and yes, it was a rush to know we were doing these things in public.
But, the biggest thing that I can think of as a sign that hinted at my kinkiness, was the fact that I used to write erotica. The stories didn’t include any instances where BDSM occurred, but at the time it wasn’t a common thing for 8th and 9th grade students to write erotic stories. Although, as I think about it I’m wondering if my stories weren’t another part of my sexually submissive nature. My friends would give me requests for subject matter, and while I obviously enjoyed writing the stories and the way I physically felt while writing them….that was nothing compared to the feelings I got when I saw the pleasure on the face of the person who requested the story.
I haven’t written any erotic material since before I realized/admitted to myself, that I was sexually submissive….but, I’m sure if someone requested one I would jump on it 😉