The Payment Series
CASSANDRA CARR

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Prized: The Payment series, part 1
After agreeing to a one-year term of service with a benefactor who can pay her debt, Catrina Carter begins training in how to please a man. But will a benefactor be willing to spend such an astronomical sum-one hundred and fifty thousand dollars-just to have her for a year? She’s about to find out.

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Possessed: The Payment series, part 2
Jared, Catrina’s “benefactor”, has agreed to pay off her debt in exchange for one year of service to him. In addition to taking his own pleasure with her, Jared offers Catrina to friends, colleagues, and even total strangers on his whim. But it’s not all fun and pleasure for Jared. As part of the agreement, he’s tasked with helping Catrina get her life back on track. He’ll succeed even if he has to spank every piece of financial information into her, and he finds he just might have to do that.
 

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Purgatory: The Payment series, part 3
Catrina has finished her year-long term of service to Jared, her benefactor, who paid all her debt off. Now she’s on her own again. Will she be able to keep the lessons Jared literally spanked into her topmost in her mind, or will old habits rear their designer heads?

Author bio
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions/Twenty or Less Press, Decadent Publishing, Siren Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Currently Cassandra also serves as president of Western New York Romance Writers.
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Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

As you can tell if you’ve been reading my posts, I am in the middle of combining several blogs that I started. I will now be posting erotic book and toy reviews on my blog. I’m excited about becoming a sex toy reviewer ;). I will also be posting pieces that I’ve written or am currently working on. Most Importantly: I will be blogging about BDSM, Daddy/babygirl Relationships, Polyamory, and Getting Your Kink On When You Have a Disability.

I will also be starting a question and answer segment, so if there any questions about BDSM that you’ve been dying to ask since you read 50 Shades, then I’m your girl. I will caution you though, and say that bdsm in the real world isn’t “really” like 50 Shades. There are a ton of different relationships that fall under the BDSM umbrella, and then there are people who just like to get freaky every once in a blue moon.

I have Multiple Sclerosis, and seeing as how this is MS Awareness month I decided to checkout the resources available to us kinky disabled folks. Sadly, there wasn’t as many as I’d hoped & some that looked promising had simply died out. So, I feel like I need to take one for the team and be the “Official Disabled Sexy Toy Testing Goddess”. I will do my duty & serve my community proudly; I will face the day, one toy at a time ;).

I will also be discussing polyamory, because I have recently begun a poly relationship. If someone had asked me about being poly five years ago, I would have looked at them like they were crazy. I’ve changed a lot in that time. I’ve learned that it’s important to be loved unconditionally & be happy, for me that happens to be as a member of a triad…and Daddy’s babygirl. Image

First Time

20120616-003510.jpgJapan), that I wasn’t with my husband or talking to him. He officially started staying at his place on Friday, and honestly, I felt kinda lost for part of the time. I started to doubt myself &began to question if I’d made the right decision to try and be on my own. I missed him & my children terribly; I felt like my heart was breaking. When my kids had to come by and grab things from the house, I held them tightly & told them how much I loved them, and that I missed them. I even missed my husband, even though we’ve not really been able to truly communicate for over a year. I missed knowing that he was upstairs from me.
However, I decided to really think about how I was feeling with regards to my husband. I missed him, but I missed him as a friend. I missed him as a co-parent, I didn’t miss him as a lover. When I masturbated, I didn’t picture him. I imagined being with Daddy, and the things he has said to me. I got wet thinking about him asking if his nbg’s ( naughty babygirl) pussy was wet for Daddy. I pictured him spanking my ass, and his fingers & tongue going in and out of my pussy between swats. I recalled him telling me that he’s going to take my pretty ass, as I’m bent over the bed for him. I was soaking wet. My nipples were like Hershey’s kisses, as I played with them. I came so fucking hard.
I knew I made the right decision, no matter how much I love my husband as a person I don’t feel that way about him sexually. When he makes sexual jokes it doesn’t turn me on; we don’t have the trust in one another that is needed to allow me to feels that way towards him. Is it possible that one day I’ll feel that way towards him, anything is possible. Right now, I feel like I have to take care of myself. I need to become more physically and emotionally healthy, and I know that I can’t do it as long as we’re together romantically. This week, I have a bariatric surgery consultation & I’ll find out which surgery my doctor recommends. I will be taking a big step towards healing, and I know it’s the right thing.

 

Tainted Love: A Memoir

Black Hippie Chick's Take On Books & The World

 

 

Tainted Love By Kamala Brown-Sparks (blackhippiechick@rocketmail.com) Copyright ©6/5/2013 Kamala Brown-Sparks   All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

 

When the primary relationship that teaches you how to interact with the world, models how you are supposed to give and receive love, and provides the foundation for how you see yourself is tainted, it spills out into every other relationship that you have. The infection begins in small doses that you are able to manage in the beginning, but eventually it will devour your soul. Eventually you are forced to make a decision, you can either stay in that situation or you can risk the little part of your soul that hasn’t been tainted in order to find a place where you can survive.

 

My experience describes what it was like to escape a home…

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Phoenix Rising…I hope ;)

I’m sure most of you knew that a divorce was in my future, surprisingly from my perspective it didn’t really have anything to do with my need/desire to incorporate BDSM into my life. My husband and I grew apart. He became so wrapped up in his goal to complete his Master’s Degree, he put everything else on the back burner. No one, or nothing was as important as what he was doing….at least to him, and it hasn’t only been his relationship with me that has suffered.

I got pregnant with my oldest daughter at 18, during my second year of college. I started dating my husband shortly before she was born, I was 19. I have & haven’t been on my own before so I’m a little nervous about what it will be like once our divorce is final. I know you’re trying to figure out how it’s possible to be & not to be on my own, so I will try to explain. I grew up in a house where abuse occurred. A week after my 16th birthday, my father beat me with a baseball bat. The next week on New Year’s, my resolution was to never let him hit me again. I’ve been in shelters, foster care, group homes, a runaway so I have been in situations where I was on my own. The difference is that I didn’t have anyone else to take care of, and I can’t screw this up.

I am still a submissive, I know that now more than ever. I also know that I can only be submissive with the right person. I have a better understanding of what my limits are than I did a year ago, and I know that I am much stronger than I once thought. A lot of people think that D/s relationships are all about sex, but in my case I know that it’s about trust, love, caring and commitment.

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Rough Surrender by Cari Silverwood

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Title: Rough Surrender
Author: Cari Silverwood
Genre: BDSM, Historical Romance/Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, Suspense,
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Ebook
Words: 78,000

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Book Description:

At a time when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the telephone, Faith dares to fly.

The one territory she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she discovers the man who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body and her mind. However, Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own learning to do. He doesn’t have the right to keep Faith from flying, even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy death-traps made of canvas, timber and their inventor’s prayers.

Faith has her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest people get murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can save the woman he loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the hardest one of all.

WARNING: BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his property with pen, ink and bondage.

Excerpt:

“That’s better. Relax, darling. You’re meant to enjoy this.” His hands moved, untangling and unrolling the last lengths of her hair, drifting lower, following the contours of her upper back to her waist and circling her there, pausing for a moment before leisurely curving across the mounds of her bottom.
What she was allowing this man to do stunned her.
“You have lovely hair, Faith, a beautiful body. I could touch you like this all night.” He kissed her neck, tickling her with small nibbles. “I’m taking your dress off now. Your answer, my dear?”
An answer? He wanted speech when her throat had seized up? “Yes. Sir.”
The wall behind the chaise lounge was cream…the lounge was timber and blue and her legs shook. Already.
From the sound, he’d knelt then his hands encompassed her ankles and ran a little way up beneath the dress. Cool air caressed her body as he took the garment up. “Raise your arms, Faith.”
She did so. The dress pooled on the lounge where he tossed it. She’d never stood before a man in her underwear before–in corset, drawers and stockings–and this was a man who knew how to control her with mere words. The longing to know what he meant to do made her breath come harsh to her ears. Her lips parted.
“I like a woman who obeys my commands.” He rested his hands on her shoulders.
Before she could stop herself a small noise escaped her lips.
“Do you have a question?” His hands moved on her muscles, massaging and spreading a delicious warmth that pooled in her breasts and groin.
“Yes. Uh, sir.”
“Ask then.”
“I don’t obey.” She let her head slowly drop forward as he continued the massage, and his body moved in to mold against her back. A hard length pressed along the crevice of her bottom. “I don’t. Not normally. Just you. And here. Uh. That’s all, so nice.”
He laughed a little, softly, near her ear. “I could tell you liked it, sweetheart. Obeying me here and now is all I want.” He stepped away, keeping a single finger in the center of her back. “I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, Faith and bind you.”
Oh my God.
“Now is when you should say, no, my dear. Then I’ll go.”
She licked her lips. Say, no? And miss what her body craved? He’d done what he had at the workshop–made her throb exquisitely in all her private places. She said nothing, wanting, needing, to see what else he could do.
“You want me to stay then.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” This time she heard roughness in his voice. “Good.”
He drew off her shoes, her drawers, her hose and corset until she waited there naked with the air caressing her skin. The man in her room was still clothed…and she was naked. Her heart thudded, fast and anxious.
“Put your wrists together, behind your back.” His voice softened as he moved away. Something knocked, then came muted noises. Mr. Meisner returned and stopped there, just behind her, within reach, where she couldn’t see, waiting.
She sucked in a breath, let it out slowly, and did as he ordered–put her arms at her back. He wrapped some sort of rope around her wrists, tightened the bindings until she could do no more than twist her hands one against the other.
“The curtain cords,” he murmured. “Being an engineer, I like to use chains and metal when I can, but this will do, for your first time. How does that feel, Faith?” He set his hands on her hips. His skin on her naked skin. She shuddered, feeling wetness seep between her legs. “Turn around and look at me. Now.”
Of a sudden, seeing him looking at her was scarier than staring at the wall and knowing he did things to her behind her back. She bowed her head, felt her hands again–roped together. The position made her breasts jut out and as she looked, her nipples puckered and poked out like fat buttons.
“Faith. Turn and face me.”
“Yes, sir.” She shuffled around and his hands stayed on her, sliding at her hips, just above there, where she ached. His big brown eyes were on her and she couldn’t help but look up into them and be caught, the sensation turning topsy-turvy, messing with every thought in her head. Mr. Meisner had her in his hands.
“There, love. I do believe you like this.” His eyes crinkled and his mouth moved in the most heartwarming smile she’d yet observed. “You don’t need to answer that. I can see. In this.” He put both hands on her breasts, cupping them then brushing each thumb once across her nipples.
“Oh.” She swayed and found her eyes half closing.
“And this.” Deliberately, while his gaze still locked with hers, he let one hand leave her breast, trail down her stomach, across the triangle of hair…
No. He wouldn’t. She tugged at the ropes around her wrists but nothing gave. Her helplessness fed into the heaviness curling tight and low in her stomach. The nub of flesh inches from his fingers peaked and hardened. She tensed then arched into his hold, and still he watched.
His hand slid between her legs and paused there. “You’ve no hair on your lips down here, Faith.” His eyebrows rose a smidgeon.
He wanted her to speak? Just being there, still, his finger confused her, kept her thoughts centered on the minute details of what he did. “I…I remove it. A friend in Paris showed me. For cleanliness and all…um.” Her explanation trailed away, swallowed by the sensations bubbling up.
“Hmm, I like the result.” His gentle baritone hum…the spot his finger touched…her nakedness and the power this man had over her, and, oh, the way he watched, it all roiled deliciously around inside her.
She gulped then held her breath as…his finger followed the line of her slit, where wetness collected, and slow as a tongue licking the edge of an ice cream, nudged aside her lips, and dipped inside her. There. Oh. Yes. A coil of simmering energy seemed to squeeze down into the tightest ball, and quiver to be released. His thumb found her nub and pressed down firmly. Over and over and over.
Her heart stopped. The room shattered. Her breath came out in a choking squeak from her gaping mouth. Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure bursting upward from where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she jerked and moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry of the very last shudder.
When the room centered and she raised her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held her in his arms, snuggled to his chest. He rubbed her back, just like he had on the boat. “There you go, sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that easily. You do like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.”
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About the Author:

Though I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my words, here’s a little snippet of my world.

I have a lovely family, here in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.

I write stories that will blast you from your bed & heroes who will drag you back there by your hair and ravish you endlessly – think kink, adventure and alpha men.

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Heart Stopping Orgasm in Under 200 Words

 

Heart Stopping Orgasm  By BlackHippieChick
Summer looks up at Sir, and feels the wetness spread between her legs. She looks back down at the floor, but not before he sees the flush of her cheeks. Sir knows her well; that look means that she was trying to hide her arousal from him.”Spread ’em,” Sir barks at Summer.
She turns so quickly towards the wall she doesn’t see the smile on his face, or the huge bulge of his cock. Summer raises her arms above her head and spreads her legs until they’re two feet apart. Her heart begins to race because she knows Sir is about to find out how wet she is. She wishes that she could make the need go away, but it begins to pull at her clit. Just as she begins to take a deep calming breath, Sir’s finger begins to softly graze against the outer lips of her pussy.
The room begins to spin, darkness engulfs Summer as she falls to the floor. Sir drops to the ground and begins to check for her pulse. She opens her eyes. “Damn, did you give me another heart stopping orgasm ?””Guilty as charged,” he says with a smile.Copyright BlackHippieChick ©9/9/2012   All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

 

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