Smut for Good: Curves Rule!

It’s here! It’s the Smut for Good: Curves Rule blog hop with masses of voluptuous flesh and prizes galore. I’m sharing an excerpt from my story, Six Lengths of Red Hemp, from the charity anthology Coming Together With Curves. 

I’m also giving away a paperback copy of Best Bondage Erotica 2014 to one lucky visitor who posts their email address and a brief comment by midnight GMT on April 13. I’ll post worldwide. Read on for some saucy curvaceous bondage fun, but first a little more about the charity appeal:

Smut for Good: Curves Rule is a blog hop with prizes galore to raise funds for Parkinson’s UK as this is Parkinson’s Awareness Week. To find more curves, and more prizes, please visit http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-good and if you can take a minute to visit the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Just Giving page and donate whatever you can to help us reach our target of £100 to raise awareness of Parkinson’s and to support the charity Parkinson’s UK who help those with the disease learn to cope with the challenges, give out information and search for a cure.

In my excerpt, Daniel has just presented Louisa with her birthday present – an album of pictures taken of them indulging their love of bondage in a photographer friend’s luscious, Japanese-inspired garden:

When she met him, he already had a collection of art that included Botticelli prints and a replica cast of the little Venus of Willendorf statue with her round belly and full breasts. His print of Woman After Bathing by Renoir was the one he loved the best, the long slope of the woman’s back under her piled-up hair. Louisa soon realised she didn’t have to settle for the hope that her personality would dazzle him into forgetting she wasn’t built like a supermodel. Dan had first struck up a conversation precisely because of that fact.

Most of all, he loved to blindfold her, then tie her in intricate shibari in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom. The ropes would vibrate against Louisa’s body as he pulled each length through, the weave rubbing against itself and thrumming through her skin. She would try to guess where the rope would be wound next and when she would feel its embrace against her pussy. It wouldn’t take long for her mouth to fall open and the little gasps of longing to start in her throat. She struggled to remain still, fighting the desire to writhe against the restraints. Dan would take his time, and then, when he was completely satisfied with his work, he would draw off the blindfold and allow Louisa to study herself in the mirror.

Now she had other images to study. The photographer, Jonas, a pal of Daniel’s, had provided them with a beautiful, leather-bound album of pictures. Flicking through, Louisa saw herself bound to the trunk of a big old sycamore, dangling on tip toes from a branch, hogtied on a slick slab of wet slate, bent over a mossy stone bench with her ass red from spanking. But the piece de resistance was a four foot by three foot framed, glossy print of Louisa in a stunning suspension, her body curved gracefully backwards as it hung from a maple in the spray of a rocky waterfall.

So, if that’s whet your appetite, get commenting for a chance to win a super collection of more bondage stories.