A humorous adult erotic fairy tale
Once upon a time, no that can’t be right. A long time ago in a castle far far away. “What? Get on with it.
Yes Ma’am. Don’t call you that. OK, you dirty little slut princess.”
A humorous adult erotic fairy tale
Once upon a time, no that can’t be right. A long time ago in a castle far far away. “What? Get on with it.
Yes Ma’am. Don’t call you that. OK, you dirty little slut princess.”
A series of three lesbian office spanking stories. In the second story Lucilia attends a BDSM party in the company of a mysterious man. The story of this night is featured in The Mistress’s Pet Show out now. Don’t worry dear reader, I am not going to leave you wondering what happens if you do not buy the ebook. All the stories are standalone and complete pieces of erotica.
In The Bookshop Amelia Slone is invited to administer some Edwardian style discipline to a maid. The Maid’s first Punishment tells of how the maid came to be in that position.
You can read the scene where Amelia administers the discipline and more in Caning the Maid
Caning the maid is an excerpt from my first full length novel The Bookshop. It is a complete scene, not just a teaser, so won’t leave you hanging but hopefully you will want more.
Warning: This story is about BDSM punishment and has an explicit lesbian sex scene.
It’s 1908 and Amelia Slone is on the trail of an organisation that seduces women, lures them in with promises of sexual gratification and has kidnapped her friend. To infiltrate The Order she must awaken her own desires.
Author, Dianne Herbert wrote a piece on Medium Can I be your sexual submissive? She asked for tasks to perform as a submissive beyond the usual ‘Get her flat on her back on the floor and fuck her brains out’.
Now, I know Dianne’s alter ego, Dirty Dianne is quite turned on by getting literally dirty, public nudity and submission. These are my instructions to her based on her initial article and her stories so far.
If you like the idea of giving or receiving a good caning this fetish story is for you.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
Natasha is whipped and fucked in this short story.
“Are you going to ride me?” Natasha asks as she assumes the position.
Bondage & submission illustrated short story
Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites, pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. The only clue to our purpose, the gag between my teeth, its buckle behind my head, catching strands of hair and causing pinpricks on my scalp.