BDSM erotica flash sale: Serving Him is $1.99 through Wednesday, April 22

Good news, for those of you looking for your next kinky read: my anthology Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is on sale at U.S. ebook retailers for three days only! If you haven't read it yet, snap it up between now and Wednesday, April 20 (and if you have, now's the perfect time to give it as a gift). More details and buy links below. And follow me on follow me on BookBub if you want to see what sexy books I'm recommending and find out when my books are on sale, which happens through the year.

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About the book:

Serving Him pays homage to those irresistible men who control their partners with a glance, a pair of handcuffs, or a firm smack on the bottom. As true tops, the bossy hunks in these stories understand that erotic BDSM is about exulting in power that is freely yielded. Rachel and her coterie of contributors cover the full range of the male dom's brand of sensual sadism, from spanking and bondage to public sex and power exchange.

Table of contents:

Introduction: Lucky Naughty Girls

What You Deserve Lori Selke

Coffee Break Kristina Wright

Chattel Errica Liekos

Under Direction Teresa Noelle Roberts

The Letter Tiffany Reisz

Run, Baby, Run Vida Bailey

Tackling Jessica Maxine Marsh

Safe, Sane and Consensual Ariel Graham

The Golden Ruler Giselle Renarde

I Always Do Kiki DeLovely

Pinky Kissa Starling

The Breaking Point Cole Riley

Shining in the Dark Bex vanKoot

Room #3 Emily Bingham

Duo J. Sinclaire

Breath Mollena Williams

Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool Gina Marie

The Secret of Time Travel Jacqueline Applebee

Bared Gray Miller

In His Control Jade Melisande

Paper Doll joy

Subbing Rachel Kramer Bussel

Lucky Naughty Girls

"I'm so lucky to have such a naughty girl like you in my lap," Jake tells Deirdre in "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke, the opening story in the book you're about to read. In many ways, that sentence, its promise and passion, its claim and command, is what this book of kinky erotica is all about. There are a lot of naughty girls, a lot of laps, and a lot of men who understand that, in fact, they are lucky--whether they ever voice it or not--to have a hot, eager, filthy-minded woman eagerly awaiting the chance to serve them.

The other half of the equation, one that is vital to any BDSM story, but especially those told with an eye toward female submission, is that the naughty girls themselves know how lucky they are--and if they don't at the start of the story, they do by the end. They know they are lucky to have discovered a seed of submission somewhere within them and someone to complement and nurture that growing seed. They are lucky because they own their darkest, dirtiest desires, even the ones they struggle with, the ones that turn them on despite being taboo or unnerving in some way.

Actually, they are more than lucky; finding a master, a top, a boyfriend, a husband, a lover or simply a man who gets an essential truth about their submissive nature doesn't just happen. Well, sometimes it does, but I believe it takes a certain kind of prowess to activate and draw forth those kinds of dominants, the kind you can trust with your body and soul, your pussy and your power. What I'm trying to say is that the women here don't just wander down an alley and find a man to pin them against the wall; even when they encounter a sexy stranger, they are making a choice to obey him, to follow their own lust as much as another's command.

In "Room #3," when author Emily Bingham shuts the door on her characters, she invites us into a tale where we don't know who is touching the narrator, nor does she; we only know how much she likes it. When the narrator offers up her body, she enters into the unknown, a thrill in and of itself. "The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I've made a wise choice." In all the stories you will read here, a woman makes a similar choice, and we get to luxuriate in the ways that actively making that choice, owning up to our most dastardly, wanton, wicked fantasies can be a ticket to a ride we never want to get off.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop in San Francisco as I quote from Kristina Wright's "Coffee Break," wondering what I would do if a hot barista said to me, "Go to the bathroom now. Leave the door unlocked. Get undressed. Kneel on the floor facing the door." Actually, it's not the barista who delivers that message in her story, but it made me picture what I would do if I were handed a steaming cup of joe and such a command.

The stories in Serving Him are about everything from scenes in dungeons to the ways playing with power can extend beyond what we do when we are "playing." In "Safe, Sane and Consensual," by Ariel Graham, she takes that hallmark of BDSM safety and reflects on the ways we "safeword" when dealing with polite society. "May I ask what the spanking is for?" Aaron asks Annie, and his answer just may surprise you. There are plenty of surprises in store in this book, and whether you're a novice or a seasoned BDSM player, I hope you'll enjoy the exchanges to be found here--of dirty talk, power, roles, toys, games. These characters test each other, pushing boundaries from both sides of the top/bottom equation. Often it's the women who push their men to push them, to stop being polite and start holding them down, making them open wide, forcing them to relinquish a kind of power they are eager to let go off.

Many of the stories here are as intense as the acts described; I see them as tender, but they are likely to take your breath away, make you tremble or quiver, make you just a little bit afraid. That edge of awe and fear, of want and need, of excitement and surrender, is just where I hope these stories keep you. You don't have to be a naughty girl (or boy), in real life or in your dreams, to enjoy the twenty-two stories in this book, but I have a feeling they will bring out your inner naughtiness, whatever form that takes. I feel lucky to get to share them with you.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

And as a little extra enticement, a snippet of my closing story, "Subbing," which, I promise, if you like the excerpt, the rest is totally worth reading:

She was aching, dripping, frantic before the crop even touched her. The first touch wasn’t a strike but a tease, as it brushed against her hard right nipple like a feather would, except this feather was made of leather, and she knew it wasn’t always going to feel so gentle. The man ran the crop all along her front, under each breast, along her gently sloping belly, up her neck. He let it rest gently against her cheek and meandered it along her underarm until she almost sighed in frustration. It was on; he tapped it against one nipple then hit the other one. Each nipple rose to attention, and after only a few slaps of the crop, Taylor was gritting her teeth, torn between watching the leather tip strike her tender nubs and closing her eyes to try to deal with the pain, the heat, the glorious rush she got each time the toy landed on her.

Just when her nipples felt like they were on fire, the man once again moved the crop down her body, this time to her inner thighs. He lifted her skirt and nudged her legs apart with his knee, then whapped her inner thighs. Taylor clutched the metal tightly, lest she sink down to the ground or be tempted to grab the crop and rub it against her wetness. The tender, padded flesh leading up to her sex had never been given quite so much attention, and Taylor bit her lip, aching with the sharp, pointed heat he managed to convey so expertly, like he was born to beat girls like her. She could almost forget they were actually playing a game, one in which she got paid for this, and simply be a girl who liked pain, craved it, needed it. It wasn’t until that exact moment that Taylor—as Tina—fully owned her innate submissiveness, her masochism that made even the hint of pain, like when the head of the crop teased her by merely resting against her skin, cause her to feel like she wanted to writhe in ecstasy.

Taylor mashed her lips together, suddenly longing for something between them, something to suck on or simply fill her up, and the look she gave the stranger was one of pure desire, one she was sure he could read just as clearly as the tears that sprouted to her eyes when he let the crop dangle and brushed a thumb lightly over her trembling lower lip. He moved closer, pressing her tight to the wall for a few seconds, then withdrew and raised his hand to her cheek. She shuddered so hard she thought she might come. “There’s so much I’d love to do to you, sweet girl,” he said softly, an equally fervent need crashing right through his voice. Taylor knew they were sharing a moment, a real one, despite its trappings, and her pussy actually hurt as it clenched around nothing. He’d landed one slap across her tender face and brushed away the tear that trickled down, when a buzzer sounded, signaling they only had five minutes left. Taylor twitched, wondering if the sub could request more time.

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Flash sale on BDSM erotica anthology Serving Him

The U.S. ebook of my Cleis Press BDSM erotica anthology Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is on sale for just $1.99 for a limited time! I didn't get a chance to post this on Sunday, the official sale date, and I don't know exactly when the sale is ending but I'm seeing the sale price Monday morning so I know it's still active.

Get it while it's hot (well, this book is always hot, but at the moment you can get it for a super low bargain price). And to find out when my books are on sale, which happens at various times throughout the year, follow me on BookBub. Get these 22 super hot stories now at these ebook retailers. And as always, leaving a review at any of these retailers, BookBub and/or Goodreads makes a HUGE IMPACT and helps me reach new readers and, ultimately, get the opportunity to keep editing new anthologies (that goes for all my books, and anyone's books you're a fan of).



Buy these BDSM adult stories for just $1.99 for:

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About the book:

Serving Him pays homage to those irresistible men who control their partners with a glance, a pair of handcuffs, or a firm smack on the bottom. As true tops, the bossy hunks in these stories understand that erotic BDSM is about exulting in power that is freely yielded. Rachel and her coterie of contributors cover the full range of the male dom's brand of sensual sadism, from spanking and bondage to public sex and power exchange.

Table of contents:

Introduction: Lucky Naughty Girls

What You Deserve Lori Selke

Coffee Break Kristina Wright

Chattel Errica Liekos

Under Direction Teresa Noelle Roberts

The Letter Tiffany Reisz

Run, Baby, Run Vida Bailey

Tackling Jessica Maxine Marsh

Safe, Sane and Consensual Ariel Graham

The Golden Ruler Giselle Renarde

I Always Do Kiki DeLovely

Pinky Kissa Starling

The Breaking Point Cole Riley

Shining in the Dark Bex vanKoot

Room #3 Emily Bingham

Duo J. Sinclaire

Breath Mollena Williams

Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool Gina Marie

The Secret of Time Travel Jacqueline Applebee

Bared Gray Miller

In His Control Jade Melisande

Paper Doll joy

Subbing Rachel Kramer Bussel

Lucky Naughty Girls

"I'm so lucky to have such a naughty girl like you in my lap," Jake tells Deirdre in "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke, the opening story in the book you're about to read. In many ways, that sentence, its promise and passion, its claim and command, is what this book of kinky erotica is all about. There are a lot of naughty girls, a lot of laps, and a lot of men who understand that, in fact, they are lucky--whether they ever voice it or not--to have a hot, eager, filthy-minded woman eagerly awaiting the chance to serve them.

The other half of the equation, one that is vital to any BDSM story, but especially those told with an eye toward female submission, is that the naughty girls themselves know how lucky they are--and if they don't at the start of the story, they do by the end. They know they are lucky to have discovered a seed of submission somewhere within them and someone to complement and nurture that growing seed. They are lucky because they own their darkest, dirtiest desires, even the ones they struggle with, the ones that turn them on despite being taboo or unnerving in some way.

Actually, they are more than lucky; finding a master, a top, a boyfriend, a husband, a lover or simply a man who gets an essential truth about their submissive nature doesn't just happen. Well, sometimes it does, but I believe it takes a certain kind of prowess to activate and draw forth those kinds of dominants, the kind you can trust with your body and soul, your pussy and your power. What I'm trying to say is that the women here don't just wander down an alley and find a man to pin them against the wall; even when they encounter a sexy stranger, they are making a choice to obey him, to follow their own lust as much as another's command.

In "Room #3," when author Emily Bingham shuts the door on her characters, she invites us into a tale where we don't know who is touching the narrator, nor does she; we only know how much she likes it. When the narrator offers up her body, she enters into the unknown, a thrill in and of itself. "The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I've made a wise choice." In all the stories you will read here, a woman makes a similar choice, and we get to luxuriate in the ways that actively making that choice, owning up to our most dastardly, wanton, wicked fantasies can be a ticket to a ride we never want to get off.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop in San Francisco as I quote from Kristina Wright's "Coffee Break," wondering what I would do if a hot barista said to me, "Go to the bathroom now. Leave the door unlocked. Get undressed. Kneel on the floor facing the door." Actually, it's not the barista who delivers that message in her story, but it made me picture what I would do if I were handed a steaming cup of joe and such a command.

The stories in Serving Him are about everything from scenes in dungeons to the ways playing with power can extend beyond what we do when we are "playing." In "Safe, Sane and Consensual," by Ariel Graham, she takes that hallmark of BDSM safety and reflects on the ways we "safeword" when dealing with polite society. "May I ask what the spanking is for?" Aaron asks Annie, and his answer just may surprise you. There are plenty of surprises in store in this book, and whether you're a novice or a seasoned BDSM player, I hope you'll enjoy the exchanges to be found here--of dirty talk, power, roles, toys, games. These characters test each other, pushing boundaries from both sides of the top/bottom equation. Often it's the women who push their men to push them, to stop being polite and start holding them down, making them open wide, forcing them to relinquish a kind of power they are eager to let go off.

Many of the stories here are as intense as the acts described; I see them as tender, but they are likely to take your breath away, make you tremble or quiver, make you just a little bit afraid. That edge of awe and fear, of want and need, of excitement and surrender, is just where I hope these stories keep you. You don't have to be a naughty girl (or boy), in real life or in your dreams, to enjoy the twenty-two stories in this book, but I have a feeling they will bring out your inner naughtiness, whatever form that takes. I feel lucky to get to share them with you.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

And as a little extra enticement, a snippet of my closing story, "Subbing," which, I promise, if you like the excerpt, the rest is totally worth reading:

She was aching, dripping, frantic before the crop even touched her. The first touch wasn’t a strike but a tease, as it brushed against her hard right nipple like a feather would, except this feather was made of leather, and she knew it wasn’t always going to feel so gentle. The man ran the crop all along her front, under each breast, along her gently sloping belly, up her neck. He let it rest gently against her cheek and meandered it along her underarm until she almost sighed in frustration. It was on; he tapped it against one nipple then hit the other one. Each nipple rose to attention, and after only a few slaps of the crop, Taylor was gritting her teeth, torn between watching the leather tip strike her tender nubs and closing her eyes to try to deal with the pain, the heat, the glorious rush she got each time the toy landed on her.

Just when her nipples felt like they were on fire, the man once again moved the crop down her body, this time to her inner thighs. He lifted her skirt and nudged her legs apart with his knee, then whapped her inner thighs. Taylor clutched the metal tightly, lest she sink down to the ground or be tempted to grab the crop and rub it against her wetness. The tender, padded flesh leading up to her sex had never been given quite so much attention, and Taylor bit her lip, aching with the sharp, pointed heat he managed to convey so expertly, like he was born to beat girls like her. She could almost forget they were actually playing a game, one in which she got paid for this, and simply be a girl who liked pain, craved it, needed it. It wasn’t until that exact moment that Taylor—as Tina—fully owned her innate submissiveness, her masochism that made even the hint of pain, like when the head of the crop teased her by merely resting against her skin, cause her to feel like she wanted to writhe in ecstasy.

Taylor mashed her lips together, suddenly longing for something between them, something to suck on or simply fill her up, and the look she gave the stranger was one of pure desire, one she was sure he could read just as clearly as the tears that sprouted to her eyes when he let the crop dangle and brushed a thumb lightly over her trembling lower lip. He moved closer, pressing her tight to the wall for a few seconds, then withdrew and raised his hand to her cheek. She shuddered so hard she thought she might come. “There’s so much I’d love to do to you, sweet girl,” he said softly, an equally fervent need crashing right through his voice. Taylor knew they were sharing a moment, a real one, despite its trappings, and her pussy actually hurt as it clenched around nothing. He’d landed one slap across her tender face and brushed away the tear that trickled down, when a buzzer sounded, signaling they only had five minutes left. Taylor twitched, wondering if the sub could request more time.

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BDSM erotica sale this week only: Yes, Sir is $1.99!

It's time for another cheap erotica sale from my publisher Cleis Press! This week only, my BDSM erotica anthology Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission is only $1.99 from U.S. ebook retailers.



There are more sales coming this year, including one in April, on my anthologies and you can find out as soon as they happen by following me on BookBub. For now, don't miss Please, Sir, which is full of kinky, sexy stories and makes a perfect treat for yourself or a gift for someone else. Buy it for $1.99 through Sunday, March 11 for the following services:

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Reading this after March 11, 2018 and missed out? You can check the links above as sometimes the sale prices get extended by a few days. Do make sure you're following me on BookBub so you never miss a sale. Subscribe to my monthly newsletter for book giveaways every month too!

Here's more about Yes, Sir: How bad do you want to be bound, gagged, spanked, or slapped? How bad do you want to pant, gasp, scream, and squirm? How bad do you want to turn over some part of yourself to a man just dying to strip you bare and take you somewhere you've never been? Here you'll find all sorts of women for whom their own personal "Sir"s (or Masters or Daddies) hold the reins to their erotic pleasure. For them, saying yes (or a bratty, defiant "no" for which they'll be duly punished) is as powerful as a good, hard smack on the bottom. Playing at "Sir," let's these players take their kinky to a whole new level.

Table of contents:
The Art of Darkness * Alison Tyler
Dear Professor Pervert * Donna George Storey
A Necessary Connection * Debra Hyde
The Editor * Amanda Earl
Ribbons * Kathryn O'Halloran
The Day I Came in Public * D. L. King
Lunch * Elizabeth Coldwell
When Penny Met Harry * Stan Kent
The Power of No * Teresa Noelle Roberts
In the Corner * Sommer Marsden
Stuck at Work and Late for a Date * Chelsea Summers
Running Wild * Shanna Germain
Pink Is the Enemy * Jocelyn Bringas
Sitting on Ice Cream * Lisette Ashton
Under His Hand, I Blossom * Nikki Magennis
Make Me * Rachel Kramer Bussel
Body Electric * Lisabet Sarai
Reclaiming the Sofa * Maddy Stuart
How Bad Do You Want It? * Gwen Masters

Introduction: Ready to Say Yes (Sir)

When I started working on Yes, Sir, I didn't expect the title phrase to be taken as a literal motto, but more as a call to arms (or rather, to surrender one's arms) for submissive women who seek out dominant men. I intended Yes, Sir and its companion volume Yes, Ma'am to be the bottoms' answers to my previous collections, He's on Top and She's on Top, to showcase our fantasies, desires, and deepest wishes. I wanted those of us who love to be tied up, spanked, blindfolded,bound, or "used" for another's pleasure, to tell it like it is, to explore why and how we get off in these ways, and the authors presented here gave me what I was looking for--and more.

Here you'll find all sorts of women for whom their personalSirs (or Masters or Daddies) hold the reins to their erotic pleasure. For them,saying yes (or a bratty, defiant no for which they'll be duly punished) is as powerful as a good, hard smack on the ass. They give up control in all kinds of ways, letting their doms decide who they'll fuck to when they'll come, to which color panties are acceptable--and which aren't. In one of these stories (you'll have to keep reading to figure out which one), playing at Sir, having your lover become the Sir of your dreams when real life may dictate otherwise, lets the two players take their kink to a whole new level.

Some are old pros at BDSM, and have had many masters, while for others, the language of domination and submission is a novelty. They may not know exactly why they thrill to being told what to do, but they now for sure that they like it, as in the case of the newbie in "Sitting on Ice Cream."D.L. King's Libby overcomes her natural shyness in "The Day I Ca me in Public,"proving that the very acts she first scoffs at are ones that give her no end of delight. It's almost as if the doms who enter their lives see the potential for submission in these women, and want to bring it forth for their own naughty motives, along with making the women come harder than they ever have before.

The inherent power dynamics of the classroom are brought to light in Donna George Storey's "Dear Professor Pervert," a story in which, once official class time ends, the real learning (about everything from masturbation to butt plugs) begins, as well as in Lisabet Sarai's "Body Electric," wherein a prominent professor shows a colleague his very intriguing "apparatus." In Sommer Marsden's "In the Corner," the man who first introduced Amelia to kink lures her away from her current "nice guy" date.

These women aren't pushovers by any means. They make rules and negotiate with their masters, though sometimes they also get off on being pushed just a little too far by men they know they can trust. In "The Art of Darkness," Alison Tyler writes, "Once Killian understood my fear, his mission became not to save me from my phobia, but to exploit it, every chance he could." She objects, but when she finally surrenders, she experiences a whole new world, where a blindfold is the path to ecstasy. And the woman who lets herman dictate her meals in Elizabeth Coldwell's delicious "Lunch"? Well, she knows exactly what she's doing. "I could go home and just tell Michael I'd done as he instructed. But he would know. He always knows when I try to disobey him,however careful or sneaky I try to be." In other words, she's not doing what he says simply because he says it, but because something inside her gets off on obeying. So too in Shanna Germain's story, the protagonist makes an active choice to go where her inner ache to submit compels her: "'Follow,' he said.Something in me resisted, but the power of his voice, the way he walked away from me as though he knew I would trail after him, made it so I couldn't say no." And the woman getting fucked on the sofa in Maddy Stuart's short, sexy tale flinches at the words slut and whore, even as her body responds to them. This duality, with the brain protesting but the blood rushing to the surface, is also part of the thrill of submission, especially for strong,powerful women.

These writers make clear just how much their characters get off when they say "Yes, Sir," whether literally or figuratively. Sure, they maybe doing their masters' bidding, but the masters are often doing the subs' bidding, in their own way, as well, making them ache, moan, quiver, and, yes,come. They know just how to draw out their subs' pleasure (and pain), how to make the most of a woman whether she's on her knees, or bent over, or at her computer waiting for the next command. They know that denial, temptation, and frustration can be the most arousing acts of all. They know that, as Teresa Noelle Roberts puts it, "The Power of No" can often be just as hot as the power of yes.

Gwen Masters asks in her title, "How Bad Do You Want It?" I turn that question over to you, dear reader. How bad do you want to be bound, gagged, spanked, or slapped? How bad do you want to have your hair pulled, your nipples clamped,your body strung up? How bad do you want to pant, gasp, scream, and squirm? How bad do you want to turn over some part of yourself to a man just dying to strip you bare and take you somewhere you've never been? I don't know about you, but I want all of those things, very much, and, I'm thankful to say, I (and you)have them all right here. Just turn the pages, and be prepared not to get up for a good long while.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

My BDSM erotica anthology Please, Sir is only $1.99 on Kindle this week

Get your kinky stories while they're cheap! $1.99 all this week for lots of hotness in one of my favorite of my BDSM erotica anthologies, Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Female Submission.

3 BDSM erotica anthologies for $1.99 each on Kindle in June

It's a new month, which means new Kindle ebook sales on 3 of my BDSM erotica books. For the female dominant/male submissive (femdom) fans, there's She's on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission (which was one of my earliest books with Cleis Press, from 2007, and has one of my favorite covers) and Please, Ma'am: Erotic Stories of Male Submission and in the female sub/male dom category, with a hot cover by Barbara Nitke, Surrender: Erotic Tales of Female Pleasure and Submission, which has one of my favorite story titles ever ("Dear Professor Pervert"). More details on each below and they are available in print and from other stores too but the sale price is on the Kindle edition. Also if you like aural erotica as well, you can get the Audible audiobook versions for only $3.99 once you buy the Kindle edition. And I was in the middle of posting this when I remembered that the cover of Please, Ma'am was shot by the incredibly talented Christine Kessler, who recently passed away. Lots of people are posting photos she took and remembrances on Twitter.


She's on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission

Description:

Turning the tables on rigid gender roles, the stories in She’s on Top honor the Amazon, the dominatrix, the handcuff-toting, whip-wielding she-devil of the male bottom’s deepest dreams. Employing every item in their bag of tricks, from strap-ons to metal cinches, these hot dommes like nothing better than teasing and tormenting their devoted subjects – often at the same time. With stories by some of the best writers in the field of BDSM erotica such as Stan Kent, Debra Hyde, and Saskia Walker, She’s on Top shows that pleasure’s best when dispensed by a firm female hand.

Please, Ma'am: Erotic Stories of Male Submission

Description:

Men are the ones gifted with all sorts of power in our society, but a dirty little secret is that so many of them long to strip themselves of this power, to be tied down, gagged, spanked, taken, and owned. They want to ease the burdens of manliness, if only for a little while, to be "ordered" to do all the naughty things of which they've dreamed. Please, Ma'am shows some of the tantalizing possibilities out there for sniveling men and the women who love them. Best-selling erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel has gathered together top voices in the genre, including Stephen Elliott, Alison Tyler, Dominic Santi, and many more. In Please, Ma'am, men willingly submit to the deliciously dominant women who entertain their deepest desires and give them the treatment they crave.

Surrender: Erotic Tales of Female Pleasure and Submission

Description:

Rachel Kramer Bussel's bestselling books of submissive women and dominant men showcase our fantasies, desires, and deepest wishes. For those (and there are MANY) who love to be tired up, spanked, blindfolded, bound, or "used," for another's pleasure, these are books of inspiration. And, of course, these smart subs are getting exactly what THEY really want in very many ways.

Good BDSM erotica makes us understand all the emotions that can come into play when, well, playing: there can be uncertainty, nervousness, fear, excitement. Each of the 22 stories in Surrender are blazingly hot and because they illuminate some aspect of submission. The authors of the stories understand the art of submission and the thrill of surrender, whether that’s personal space, sight (“Without Eyes” by Terri Pray) or culinary choices (“Lunch” by Elizabeth Coldwell).What the women here want is to give up part of themselves to gain something else. They may still be skittish, but overcoming their fears, surrendering to them, yields beauty, pleasure and, in its way, power.

Kinky fashion: see-through clothes at his command in "Paper Doll" by joy

This excerpt from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is from "Paper Doll" by joy, and I'm dedicating it to all the kinky fashionistas out there!



Previous excerpts: "In His Control" by Jade Melisande, "Bared" by Gray Miller, "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Paper Doll" by joy

The dress was, in a word, scandalous. Hope had never worn anything so revealing in her life, a little black number made completely of lace. It hit her thigh dangerously close to her sex and had an embarrassing tendency to ride up, revealing her beautifully rounded ass.

The day before, Matthew had pulled ten crisp twenty-dollar bills from his leather wallet, pressing them into her waiting palm with a grin. “You may buy anything you like, my beauty,” he’d told Hope quietly, his expression free of emotion save the familiar glint in his dark eyes. “But there are a few provisions. Nothing below your knees. At least one piece of lingerie. One pair of shoes, and something made of leather.”

“Yes, Sir,” she’d replied. Hope had thought he was done giving his instructions and gave him a reluctant smile, lifting herself from his white leather couch and stuffing the brand-new bills into her jeans pocket. She could have sworn she saw Matthew cringe as the crisp bills were crumpled and wrinkled beneath her fingers. He had such an eye for beauty that he could not stand to see something that had been perfect suddenly ruined with carelessness. Hope hid an amused grin and slung her purse over her shoulder, leaning upward on her toes to kiss him. Matthew returned the kiss cordially before breaking it and holding one finger up to her, then playfully turning to press it on the tip of her nose.

“And I want something see-through.”

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BDSM erotica excerpt: "Bared" by Gray Miller

Below is an excerpt from "Bared" by Gray Miller from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out this month from Cleis Press.



Previous excerpts: "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Bared" by Gray Miller

It is dark. There is no subtle mood lighting, no moonlight, no sharp diagonal streetlight cast on the wall through a slitted shade. It is black in the bedroom, the bed and chair and dresser hidden. Even the usual contrast of their skin—her rich chocolate against his pale cream—remains unseen. Everything is by touch, by sound and by breath, catching, hissing, grunting as they move together.

Foreplay is not the stroking of gentle fingers along the back, or the kiss of soft lips against neck. Foreplay is the rough dishevelment of clothing almost ripped off, of teeth bared and muscles flexed in the violent pursuit of pleasure. Tonight is rope and sweat, strong hands pulling her body this way and that, twisting her arms behind and tightly strapping her forearms together. Her chest thrusts forward, naked tits swollen and heavy from his hard grasp, nipples taut with longing. He surrounds them with rope, over and under, fingers pinching as they pass over the points, her moans adding a soft melody to the rhythm of their bodies moving with and against each other. Other nights he suckles her breasts almost reverently. This night he feasts on them, drawing as much into his mouth as he can, then pulling back, thickening nipple captured between soft tongue and hard teeth. He bites hard, harder, more than most could take, but she is feral and a growl rises from deep in her throat. It escalates into a throaty cry as her head flies back, teeth flashing as she drinks in the dark joy of the pain made pleasure. This is love, yes, but this is not sweet. They are reaching for the animal, the deep, the primal, extracting the pleasure with violent struggle.

Strong fingers pull at her waistband, ripping the delicate lace from her hips. He slides them across the slick wetness of her hot and swollen cunt. Two fingers plunge deep with a come-hither motion again and again, causing her hips to buck with longing, sharp breath gasping out a low murmuring, “Yes…” He echoes the word back, intoxicated by the feeling of her strong body under his hands, his mouth. She pushes up, harder, until it seems it is his hand that is captured, enveloped over and over, by the driving urgency of her cunt. His cock presses against her leg as he fingers her, thumb pressing her mons as her hips piston up against the web of his hand. He begins slow circles around her clit, fingers pressing harder, up and forward, up and forward. She rewards him with an “Oh…oh…oh…” song like a triumphant melody of conquest, her body capturing pleasure from him even within the ropes.

Then his hand is gone, and the triumph becomes a frustrated whimper at the loss. He reaches up, hand still slick with juices, twisting his fingers in the soft, tiny tangles of her hair, pulling face down to cock, to take her mouth. But she is hungry for this, too, drawing him in, sucking and licking. She lets his cock pop out of her mouth for a moment and twists her head down, laving his balls, and now it is his mouth that opens, a wordless “Ahhhh…” escaping into the darkness at the sweet sensation.

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Interracial BDSM play in "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee

"The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee starts out: "I am black. My lover is white. I call him Sir, partly out of respect, but mostly because it makes him smile." There's a small snippet from the story below, and you can read the whole thing in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission.



Previous excerpts: "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee

Sir beats me with fast light swats. His belt makes a whooshing noise as he moves. I giggle; I can’t help myself. This is how I always respond at first.

“What are you laughing at, girl?” He tickles my side. “What’s so funny?”

I squirm, wriggle with delight. I feel like a happy little soul. My lover’s fingers are like fireworks. I crackle and sparkle when he touches me. The room glows bright with color.

“Silly little thing.” He suddenly throws down his belt. He uses his hand instead. Sir’s blows are hard and solid on my bottom. My breathing slows as I suck in big gulps of air. This is the second stage of my arousal. All the noise in my throat stops as I absorb the feel of his hand.

“You still with me?” he asks, bending his head to look at me. I nod, unable to speak. My voice escaped me a little while ago. My mind moves back in time to a place where everything was warm and snug; sensation was all I knew. My body follows with every breath I take. The secret of time travel is simply my lover’s hand on my skin. Each impact of flesh against flesh pulls me into a sparkling vortex. Adventure lies beyond a curtain of pain.

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"Tree whore" outdoor bondage in "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" in Serving Him

Outdoor bondage with a tree lover in "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission. Tree whores unite!



Previous excerpts: "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie

Later, he will tell me that he thought about that scene, planned it, choreographed it to the smallest detail. He knew when I would whimper, when I would beg, when I would twist against the bark and spread my quivering legs. Later, he will grin and lick his lips and tell me how beautiful I looked in the sunshine, how when I collapsed backward against the ropes, then forward into his arms, I made an ethereal, animalistic sound, like an angel being fucked by the devil.

But right now it’s happening, and so intense, so immediate, so raw that I can barely express what it feels like. We’re out in the weeds and the trees on the dry side of the mountain. Ponderosa country. The air is hot and dry and smells of branches and dust, the vanilla of ponderosa sap, the bitter salt of sweat, come, pheromones and thick, sweet musk rising.

“The tree has my name on it,” Alec says, grinning like a boy and looking it up and down, giving it a loving pat on the belly, tapping me gently on the ass.

“This is a perfect tree for the tree whore.”

My tree is sturdy and rough. The bark is warm against my skin. I can smell the pine oil in my tree’s exhalations. My tree. My lover. My ropes and buckles and straps.

My lover knows what I want and why I want it. He knows that the sun on my flesh is like food, that his lips against my blinded face and muted mouth are like fire that stokes my soul into believing that all things are possible. He knows that pain is pleasure and that my need to walk on the steep edge of it is marrow deep. Alec strips me naked in the sunshine and begins teasing my flesh. Our skin begins to melt in the heat, and our bodies become indistinguishable from each other.

Before Alec wraps the scarf around my eyes, he buckles the thick vinyl cuffs around my wrists. The sound of metal and vinyl, the smell of it heating up in the sun and against my damp skin makes me weak. I can feel my clit pulsing in the warm breeze. I can smell the molten core of my earth, bark and moss and spore, as it is lifted gently by the wind in the trees.

A creek gurgles in the distance, “Let go, let go, let go, let go.”

Next, my lover binds my torso and legs, the bark hot and harsh against my naked ass and back. He can’t stop grinning. He knows. He knows I have lived every day of my life for these few moments.

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Breath play in "Breath" by Mollena Williams in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

Mollena Williams' story "Breath" is about a breath play at a kinky event and is one of the most intense stories in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission.



Previous excerpts: "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Breath" by Mollena Williams

This particular event was held, as so many kink events are, in a hotel. I found myself on the floor in a playspace that had been assembled thanks to the labor and intentions of a close-knit group of people who run the event. My dominant is one of them, and so taking time off from the work of running an event to stop and play is a precious connection indeed.

There isn’t anything particularly special about a hotel ballroom. And there sure as hell wasn’t anything special about the hideous carpeting in said ballroom.

But there is magic when you realize that you are being pushed into the aforementioned hideous carpet and you feel every inch of skin being abraded against it as you writhe on the floor, trying to breathe. I was past coherency. I didn’t think about anything clearly except how it was becoming more and more difficult to inhale. I was surprised to learn that my previous issues with breath-play had been neatly circumvented. I was aroused to see him smiling at me, calmly, as I struggled for breath.

How did I wind up in a breath-play scene? Why can’t I breathe? He isn’t choking me… What is happening? Oh, god.

This did not start out as a breath-play scene at all. It started out with one of my favorite toys, a flexible-handled cat-o’-nine-tails. A thuddy whip will get my attention every time. We’d started out with a silly opening to our scene, a playful teasing series of orders to strip, which I obeyed with a faux reluctance, a wink and a smile. The long crimson and saffron scarf that floated about my shoulders wound around my throat as I found the other end of it wound around his hand, but of course he wouldn’t strangle me with it…that was off the table.

Warm-up consisted of the whip finding its flicker-tongued way across the back of my thighs, eliciting sighs and squeals alike from me. But there was an odd impermanence to the rhythm and before long he had put down the whip in favor of availing himself of my pain with his hands.

Fair enough, I thought, since his hands are fairly fucking formidable. This thought was followed by my wailing scream as he dug his fingers deep into the big muscles of my thighs, fingers pushing with insane force into the crease where my hip socket hid within muscle and tendons, pushing me to the place where speech becomes an eel in my mouth and I can’t quite manage words, stuttering and spitting syllables to beg for…what? Mercy? That is a fucking laugh because when I start to feel that real pain; when I can see him observing the edges of my composure fraying: it is just getting good, and mercy simply isn’t in the cards.

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M/M/F BDSM erotica in "Duo" by J. Sincalir from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

"Duo" by J. Sinclaire features two dominant men and one submissive woman looking to get her kinky fantasies fulfilled. Read the whole thing in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out this month from Cleis Press.



Previous excerpts: "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Duo" by J. Sinclaire

There is a delicate balance to submission, whether it is physical or emotional, that is part intuition and part (oh, the perverse irony of it) faith. Not existential, “this is simply not enough” faith, but the willful belief in something or someone that allows us to completely let go. To not be caught up in the self-conscious pretense of day-to-day work and life and cubicles. To not be concerned with ourselves beyond the flush on our cheeks and the cock between our lips. To just let go of anything that could in any way prevent this—this release. This roiling storm of ecstasy. This orgasm that shatters our bodies, again and again, until we are weak and spent, and can fuck no more. This, at any sane cost.

Submission is the first step on a path fraught with pleasure.

I suppose that’s why I’m here. Here being standing between two handsome men who are more than willing to assist me with any desire I could conceive of, or even concoct a few new ones if need be. We’re somewhere private enough, with seating nearby and a counter behind us. They are stocky, solid and strong, similar but all part of a delightful combination when submission comes into play. We are at that moment when intent becomes action, and my heart is already racing.

James makes the first move. Bridging the gap between us in a single step, his hand snakes around my waist and draws our bodies close. Though only slightly taller than me, it is enough that he has to lower his lips to meet mine and he does so slowly, allowing us a few shared breaths first. The anticipation swells, and the eventual kiss makes my cunt ache with demands for attention.

We are frenzied. I tease him with my tongue. He nips at my lip. His fingers dig into the curve of my hip and I can feel his cock stirring against me. My arms lift to drape around his neck and we both lean into each other instinctively. A murmur of pleasure passes my lips, unbidden, as he coils his hand into my hair and tugs sharply.

Our lips part, my head is thrown back, and his tongue and teeth graze along my jawline to my neck.

“What do you want?” he questions me, blunt and demanding.

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BDSM erotica excerpt: Held captive by two men in "Room #3" by Emily Bingham from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

This excerpt from "Room #3" by Emily Bingham from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission needs no introduction because it starts off and grabs the reader, as it does its protagonist!



Previous excerpts: "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Room #3" by Emily Bingham

The door is barely open a couple of inches before a strong arm is grabbing my wrist to pull me into the room. His fingers grip with a firmness that means I can’t pull away as he twists it behind me and into the small of my back. Using this leverage on my wrist, he pushes me against the wall hard enough to knock the air out of me as he kicks the door closed with a sinister slam.

He locks it, the finality of the clicking of that bolt echoing in the room and my head, a reminder that the time to turn back has come and gone. The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I’ve made a wise choice.

My body is pressed against the cold wall, him leaning into my back, wrenching my wrist at intervals to elicit small pained gasps. Already I’m panting, which makes him chuckle sadistically in my ear. All I can hear is my heart racing and his breath against my neck. He spends what feels like forever enjoying this moment, allowing my adrenaline to build.

I move my head a bit to the side in order to see him. This is a mistake. He grabs my hair with his free hand, the one that until now had been resting tenderly against my waist. My head is pulled at a sharp angle so that all I can see is ceiling. Each breath is a struggle with my head tipped this far back, but at least he has unpinned me from the wall.

With my unbound hand, I ineffectually claw at the fingers in my hair until he takes that limb out of the equation by grasping both my hands in his, now trapped between our bodies and twisted between my shoulder blades. His other hand is on my neck now, a soft lover’s caress, all tenderness and reassurance, a messy contrast to the pain in my shoulders. Even I know what comes next, that he’s messing with my mind, letting me get comfortable before his next move.

Though I’m prepared for the moment his grip on my neck becomes tighter, the suddenness still takes me by surprise. He cradles my head into the crook of his shoulder while very literally holding my breath in his hand. The pressure on my throat means if I hold very still I can get enough air to stay conscious but also requires me to fight the very strong urge to not panic.

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Albert Camus, BDSM and discipline in "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley

How can I not love an erotica story that starts by talking about Albert Camus? Here's an excerpt from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission story "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley.



Previous excerpts: "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley

Submission is totally giving up control to another person. That was how the French writer Albert Camus described it. It didn’t matter that Camus was talking years ago about the Algerian people being very submissive to the colonist Frenchmen.

When I encountered submission in my life, it was of a different sort. Let me go back to a few weeks ago. After getting off work—as a reporter for a daily newspaper—I went to one of my favorite bars, Costello’s, where I saw the mysterious redheaded girl chatting with the bartender. Teddy, the mixologist, was always good for a laugh or two. I sat near the redhead and watched her down shots of bourbon. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with an exotic cocoa face and a body that could bewitch most men and many women.

“I do it because I like it,” the girl laughed. “It’s not about the money. There’s something in my makeup that draws me to it. I still haven’t figured it out.”

Which were the only words I overheard, but they stuck with me. She smelled delicious, incredibly enticing. Her aroma filled the space at the bar, a whiff of foreign cigarettes, face powder, rouge and an aura of expensive perfume. It made my heart beat fast.

Two days later, I was standing outside my building in Midtown. I had just been handed an infant by a total stranger who asked me to hold her baby while she tied the laces on a running shoe. I looked up and saw the mysterious girl smiling warmly at me as I readjusted the baby in my arms. The infant wet on me.

“Water sports, huh?” the girl smirked. “What a pretty picture.” I shook my head, replying. “She’s not mine. By the way, are you following me?”

The girl laughed gently. She seemed to be eternally happy. Her steps took her away from me to the curb, where she caught a cab. She waved to me from the backseat.

The next time I saw her, it was in the basement of a downtown sex club, and she was hoisted up on this medieval device surrounded by men in suits. Her naked body was trussed up, tied at her waist and at the feet. I was mesmerized by what the men were doing to her; her back was an ugly mess of welts, her buttocks bright red and glowing.

One man reached around her battered body, his fingers going between her legs, dipping inside then lifting them to his mouth to taste her. The other men looked envious.

“I love to discipline young girls,” the man said, turning to me. “Are you a member of the club? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

“A member brought me, I’m just a guest,” I answered, watching the others sniff her citrus female scent like randy bloodhounds.

“And who was that?”

“Hugh brought me down,” I said, seeing the girl trying to glance over her shoulder at me. She recognized the voice.

“Do you like to be disciplined, slave?” another man, with his tie off, asked her.

“Yes, Sir, I do.” The girl stared at her feet.

Without warning, the first man slashed her with a leather whip across the buttocks, not too hard. The girl clearly wanted to yell out, but did not. He leaned toward the girl, stroked her tenderly and put his thick thumb between her pouting, bruised lips. He smiled wickedly at her, reared back and brought the whip down in sharp, stinging strokes. I could tell she loved the pain, the burn and prick of each blow.

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Pink hair and BDSM disobedience in "Pinky" by Kissa Starling in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is almost here (I believe my copies are shipping from the printer any day, and the Kindle ebook edition should be out on Monday, and as soon as I hear about audio and Nook, I will post), so I'm sharing excerpts from the stories I haven't posted yet. "Pinky" is about a woman with pink hair with a penchant for misbehavior.



Previous excerpts: "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Pinky" by Kissa Starling"

Pinky twirled her long, pale locks around her index finger as she read the last page of Wuthering Heights. Her American history book lay unopened on the grass even though she had a test the next day. Thoughts of Bruce’s face flashed through her mind. His eyes and raised eyebrows signaled anger personified. I guess I should have asked permission, but it is my hair. Besides, it matches my name. How juvenile was that? She might as well stick out her tongue and yell “Nana, nana, boo, boo,” like she did to her father when she was young.

“Exactly the kind of thinking that got you into this mess, isn’t it, babe?” And there he stood. How in the world does he always know what I’m thinking?

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re more than hot with the pale-pink curly locks thing going on, but that isn’t a decision you should have made without me. In case you’ve forgotten, you shouldn’t make any decisions without me.” All six foot four of him towered above her. He pushed a strand of his long black hair behind his ear, a habit that endeared her to him even more.

“If it weren’t for a good cause I would have already tanned your hide good. As it is, your punishment will fit your crime.”

How could he say that? He’d yet to tell her what the punishment was. He knew how she hated not knowing. She held back the sarcastic remark that flowed so readily to the tip of her tongue. Pinky stood, letting the novel fall to the ground. She didn’t say a word, but let her gaze wander over his black leather biker boots with the silver chains, which were slightly scuffed and a little more than sexy. Oh, how she’d like to see him use those chains on her.

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Daddy/girl roleplay in "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely

I wrote my first Daddy/girl roleplay in my story "Subbing" in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, but whereas mine is a small snippet of a larger story about a professional submissive, Kiki DeLovely has written "I Always Do" an entire story about Daddy/girl roleplay. Here's the first four paragraphs, and without giving too much away, I will say that I love the turnabout that happens in the story, the way that whatever you might be expecting of a dom, you get that subverted in a wonderful way. We see that getting what you want, demanding what you want, comes with plenty of nuance, even in an intense power dynamic relationship. This is a vivid, riveting, gripping story of kink and desire and love, and I treasure how it offers up the unexpected. That's what I look for in an erotica story, and this one stands out to my mind, in part because I've only published a handful of Daddy/girl stories, and in part because these characters have distinct needs and desires and they get played out masterfully (yes, double entendre intended) here. So while I'm posting the beginning of the story here, trust me, it gets much, much better, and I hope you will check out the full story in Serving Him, whether this is your kink or not. This is also a lesson in defying readers' expectations and drawing them in so they must keep reading.

Previous excerpts: "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely

My Daddy calls me a word architect. So I pick up my pencil and start drawing up the blueprints to thank him. I make painstakingly precise calculations, planning out every last detail, figuring out how to write him into my life and make the design structurally sound, but it inevitably seems to wobble. Perhaps the most beautiful compositions must.

I’ve had plenty of Daddies in my day. They’ve come and gone, dropping in on my life, some having greater impact than others. No matter how many times I’ve tried to deviate and experiment with other forms of submission, it’s always the archetype of Daddy I find myself kneeling at the feet of, time and time again. Daddy/babygirl play just does it for me. It’s what gets me going, what gets me off, what gets me there.

This particular Daddy, however, makes me bow my head in an all-new way—I look up at him through thick lashes in awe, batting them just slightly. From the first time I saw him, it was as if he was walking into my life again. He’s always felt familiar; we’ve had a certain amount of ease and comfort between us. After the first weekend we spent together, I knew this was…different. This was it.

If I hadn’t believed in past lives before, his inexplicable presence in my life surely would’ve sold me on the concept. How could someone—someone who’s hardly known me—know me so well? And I him? There’s a certain vibration we feel in each other’s cells, and the hum of it can be sensed across great distances. It’s this unspoken connection that magnifies his dominance over me. And still, amidst the depth between us exists a level of playfulness in the ways we spark off of each other. Before we even got together, he was already my Daddy. And the very first time we played, it started off innocently enough.

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Begging to be spanked in "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde

I love the story excerpted here, "The Golden Ruler," by Giselle Renarde, because it highlights what happens when one half of a couple wants something and is trying--urgently, desperately--to convey it to the other. Sometimes directly asking is not an option, either because the person is nervous about the response, or because part of their fantasy if of the other person to see and feel their desire, especially if what they want is for that person to take over, to take control. Sometimes people and characters can eroticize the asking, and that is dramatized here. It's fertile ground for erotic writing because it's so real and common and human, that desire to have someone else see you for who you are, who you believe yourself to be on an extremely fundamental level. This story is about a woman's interior monologue, and it's riveting. Author Giselle Renarde makes us feel her impatience, her need, her yearning, and the push/pull of wanting what she wants rightnow and, somewhere inside, knowing that being made to wait is part of the power play.

I hope you'll read the entire story in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out later this month, and if you like this excerpt, please like Serving Him on Amazon (yes, we got to 100, but I'd love to keep going). Previous excerpts: "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde

Hit me, Lowell. Oh, god, I need to feel the sting of your palm on my ass. I need it; I need it; I need it. Are you listening, Lowell? Can you hear me? I need a spanking. Now.

Meghan’s face burned as she inched across the carpet. He was sitting on the couch, scotch in hand, acting like she didn’t exist. There she was, buck naked, wrists bound behind her back, ankles tied together, and he was pretending she wasn’t there. If she had to crawl across the living room like a caterpillar, so be it. Anything to get closer to him.

And he just sat on that leather couch, cool as a cucumber. She wasn’t even on his radar, was she?

Look at me, Lowell. I’m down here, laid out at your feet. Can’t you see me? Can’t you see how much I want you? How much I need you? God, Lowell, just spank me now!

Of course, she couldn’t say anything—not with her own cotton panties stuffed in her mouth. Meghan looked up at him pleadingly, but he still wasn’t paying attention. He had that jazz station on the radio, and he just sat there with one leg crossed over the other, listening intently. Meghan couldn’t see past his knees, but she was pretty sure his eyes were open. His eyes were open, he just wasn’t looking at her.

Lowell? Lowell, you know what I need. You’re the only man in the world who knows. Why can’t you just give it to me? Why can’t you look down here at the woman on the carpet and bloody well spank me already?

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BDSM erotica excerpt: "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham

I love that the title of this story, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, takes a hallmark of the BDSM community and uses it for erotic purposes, and to illuminate and expand on what that concept means. Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission will be here very soon, and I can't wait! Also, postcards are coming soon; I'm taking some to London for Eroticon and to Catalyst, and will be sending them out to anyone who wants one (in the U.S.). If you like this excerpt (or just want to help out my book), please like Serving Him on Amazon (yes, we got to 100, but I'd love to keep going). Previous excerpts: "Tackling Jessica" by Maxine Marsh, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham

The evening ended eventually. They always do. It only feels as if they don’t.

“Now,” I said to Annie the minute the door closed behind them. She didn’t even glance at the unlocked door or the carelessly drawn curtains over the living room windows. She removed her shirt, her bra and her watch and laid them on the end table beside the door, then knelt at my feet.

“You may,” I said, and admired the way the lamplight picked out the gold highlights in her hair and the silver tints on the collar I’d locked around her throat on our honeymoon. She wears charms on it, and polite society pretends it’s a necklace.

She paused long enough to give me a dazzling grin that said everything she needed to say about the evening being over, then unzipped my trousers and found me naked under them, rock hard and beaded with want. She pulled my cock out and leaned forward, her tongue out to catch the drops of precome at the head.

“No,” I said and put both hands on either side of her head, pulling her roughly to me. Her mouth hollowed, making room in the instant before I slammed into her, fucking her mouth, making her head bob. She made little grunts and moans, her eyes fluttering open and closed, and when she was deep and as lost as I was, I ordered her to stand, her arms clasped behind her, breasts thrust out at me. I took her strawberry nipples between thumbs and forefingers and began to pinch.

Annie has the most exquisitely sensitive nipples I’ve ever played with. There are times I’ve almost made her come by playing with them. When she’s on top and I’m slapping them, biting them, pinching them, it all takes her over the edge time after time.

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