Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Kimberly's Confession

One of the reasons it was a long time before I tried my hand at writing erotica is because I always wanted to write fiction that left my little mark on the world. Funny, then, to realize after I started that writing erotica gives me that feeling just as much as writing other fiction does. This part, from Serving Her, feels especially personal, even though I'm purely projecting something a beloved person in my life might have been experiencing.


“I’m going to confess something I’ve never told anyone, and you are under strict orders to not tell me it’s okay or anything similar. My first year of college I had a best friend, a boy. We hung out all the time. We talked on the phone every day. We talked about everything. I told him about the boys I liked, the boys I was dating, the boys who hurt me. He would tell me everything, too. He told me he was in love with me.

“I told him I loved him, too, just in a different way. I encouraged him to meet other girls, but he never did. He was just there, for me, whenever I needed him. When I dumped a boy, or a boy dumped me and I felt sad, he was always the first person I called. I would cry. He would help me feel better. Every so often—not that often, because he was stoic and brave—he would call crying over me, and I would always listen. We would talk for hours. He would tell me how much he loved me, and I would reassure him that my love for him was just as real, just different. I would, again, encourage him to date. I would name girls I knew would like him. I truly felt awful for him. It was a long time before I realized I was turned on by it.”

            “Kimberly…”

            “Don’t. You’re under orders.” Her voice sounded thick with tears. Her hand came off the steering wheel and wiped her face. “After listening to him crying over me for hours—after crying with him—I would pleasure myself. Somehow my mind managed to separate it. Enjoying being loved without fully loving back and getting off on it didn’t seem to conflict with trying to be a good friend and help him get over me. I felt like I was doing the best I could with the best intentions, and my arousal just seemed…incidental—stupid as that sounds.

            “He moved back home after our freshman year and wrote me a good-bye letter. He wrote he had to break off contact to move forward in his life. He was very nice, very sorry. I think he’d met someone and needed me out of his life to make room for her, and I was glad. I was hurt, but I was glad for him. I was fully aware of my dominant fantasies, well before that, but I didn’t plan or expect to ever act them out. They, also, seemed incidental to my real life, but I decided, from that point on, to always be clear with boys about who would be in charge if we dated and the exact behavior and respect I would command. I wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again.” Kimberly had kept her composure, besides trace evidence of tears in her voice, but now she got choked up and had trouble speaking. “I mean, everyone remembers their first year of college. It’s supposed to be when you come-of-age or discover who you are or whatever. What does he have to remember, some girl stringing him along all year?”

            “It sounds like,” Alex said. Kimberly fired a look at him, and Alex took a deep breath—torn between wanting to comfort Kimberly and obeying the order she had given—before continuing. “It sounds like the two of you went through an intense experience together. You learned from it and it helped you to become the person you are today. I’m sure the experience had the same effect on him.”

            “Maybe. I hope you’re right. Still, he deserved better. He deserved to have me spank him and sit on his face.”
 
From Serving Her (Pink Flamingo, 2012), available in paperback and as an Ebook

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Back Cover of Serving Her

My favorite moments of Protege Mistress plan has been held up by my participation in NaNo. I'll be back with that soon.

My latest femdom novel, published by Pink Flamingo, is a standalone novel continuing the story of Kimberly and Alex, which began in Courting Her. Here is the back cover synopsis:


After courting her, Alex feels happy and content belonging to a woman he adores, but Kimberly is not about to let her new submissive boyfriend get complacent. She introduces him to taking snaps in a sensitive area, and Alex agrees to that being a punishment she can inflict on him anytime she pleases. His duty is to strive to obey any directive his mistress gives. When his friends come over to meet her, Alex is so overcome by her assertive demeanor, he breaks the one rule she gave him for the evening—to not treat her like his ruler in front of them. Kimberly sneaks him into the bedroom to take care of his punishment. She then demands a goodnight kiss, which Alex eagerly applies. She returns him to his friends and devises a test for them, with Alex’s humiliation the penalty if they fail. Alex soon discovers that Kimberly’s openly dominant nature will make keeping his place in their female-led relationship a secret impossible.

 
Alex spends a typical Sunday afternoon with his mistress: being trained to properly paint her toenails, getting punished to alleviate Kimberly’s annoyance with the maleishness of their neighbor, and enduring the tantalizing torment of remaining on the verge of an orgasm, without knowing if she will permit him one. During an intimate foot worship session, Alex confesses to an unfortunate encounter with a woman from his past. Kimberly surprises him with a creative and apropos punishment. Alex realizes he will have to fully integrate his submissive desires into his new life with Kimberly, if he is to reach the level of dedication she requires for serving her.

 
Includes: female domination, male submission, female body worship, male orgasm denial and edging, cock punishments, spanking, caning, humiliation, and romantic sex