Nicole Gestalt - Valves and Vixens

Today, I have Nicole Gestalt with me, on her blog tour sharing news of her latest publication as editor, Valves & Vixens, a collection of steampunk erotica. So, welcome Nicole, and over to you:

Valves & Vixens

Today I wanted to give a little sneak peek into each of the stories within Valves & Vixens.

Coming Aboard the Greatest of the Great Ships by Jim Lee

The three of them strolled the grounds unhurriedly - not touching but engaged in good, quiet small talk. They discussed the Great Ship, current news and the lush vegetation around them. Personal items came up next, though in a nature and unforced manner all around.

With delight, Cassandra realised that she truly liked - not just admired or felt dutifully grateful to, but actually and honestly liked both of these respected and - she finally admitted it to herself - profoundly, exotically desirable individuals.

The three of them stopped as one near one of the garden’s outer walls.

Cassandra stood between the men - now not merely fabled Engineers to her, but vividly distinct persons that she wished to share something wonderful with.

At random, she turned her head to the left. She raised a hand, lightly caressed the older man’s neck.

The Waiting Future by Crysta K. Coburn

As we re-approached the house, Nakamura crowed, “Oh-ho! Fukui is lucky today! Is that not Miss Yuki walking there?”

We altered our direction to join Mr. Itoh’s daughter and her young maid. She turned when she heard us, and I was struck dumb. I had not noticed when her back was to us, for she held a paper parasol over one shoulder, that Miss Yuki was entirely white. Her delicate flesh was pale as the moon, and her hair the whitest I had ever seen, while her eyes sparkled blue like the clear summer’s sky. She was like a Japanese porcelain doll. It was no wonder she had been named after snow.

The Musica by J. T. Seate

The room was lit by both candle and gaslight. Jonathan’s eyes nearly popped at the sight of a young woman holding a bow that swept ever so gently over the strings of her cello - a bass member of the violin family an octave below a viola. She had chosen to play in a most uninhibited fashion - in the nude. Without clothing, the cello seemed a part of her, providing an aesthetic appeal. She possessed a naked prettiness that set her above mere sensuality. After the shock of the delightful sight, Jonathan dissected the image one portion at a time and realised he was moved by more than the artistic aspect of the scene.

Boson's Mate by Nikko Lee

Beckett used his mech hand to open the door. His obsidian fingers convulsed before finally releasing the wheel. The tremors were getting worse. It wouldn’t be long before he wouldn’t be able to open his hand at all.

As soon as Beckett closed the door behind them, Boson’s mouth captured Beckett’s. Boson was halfway to undressing Beckett before Beckett caught up to him. The boy was eager; that wasn’t something Beckett was used to with the men he paid for. The stiffness of Boson’s erection burnt against Beckett’s thigh even as his own member began to swell.

Les Lettres Dangereuses by V. C.

As I was cleaning Lady Olivia’s room, I discovered a diary. It was made of tough dark brown leather and embellished with brass, copper, and silver gears from watch parts. I knew I shouldn’t have even been touching it. In the end my curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but open it and read what stories laid inside of it. In her first diary entry, dated 29 August 1847, she wrote.....

Dr Williams Discovery – The Curious Truth by Zak Jane Keir

Roger Williams lay in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was filled with images of Lady Isidore; her perfect features, the glowing red of her hair, cropped fashionably short - and the cold fury in her eyes when she spoke of her great-aunt. He was aware that his grandfather, the inventor of Williams Carnality-Pulsation technology, had employed a Miss O’Brien as his assistant.

On Gossamer Wings by Blair Erotica

When the party finally broke up she still wasn’t sleepy and decided to walk the deck, enjoying the dark night and watch the moon, which had just begun its rise. The only lights were soft ones in the rigging and the stars bright in the sky. She walked through that muted dark and listened to the sensual pulsing hiss of the ocean slipping along the hull.

“It’s a nice night to be at sea,” a voice said and she turned slightly startled to see Captain Stanley.

“It is. Quite lovely.”

One Cheek or Two? By Regina Kammer

Miss Bennett! I need you in the laboratory at once!”

Delia looked up from steadying the convex glass cover of the massive clockwork while Sebastian screwed in a side bolt, a little flutter of excitement tickling just below her belly upon hearing her name. Professor Edward Ockham’s baritone was like a siren song to her heart. She was powerless before it.

Except if she let go of the glass it would surely smash into bits.

Captain Barnabus by Nicole Gestalt

They looked at one another for a moment silence covering the words they didn't want to think about. It was a subtle shift in the engines and Barnabus remembered how short the time they had together was.

“Whatever the future holds and no matter how far apart we all end up being we need to remember to live in the moment and grab what opportunity we can.” His voice dropped low as he spoke and he leaned forward to her.

Valves & Vixens is available here:
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00LAD2QKS
Amazon USA: http://amzn.com/B00LAD2QKS
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-valvesvixens-1556820-362.html

And if you visit here: http://www.nicolegestalt.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/valves-vixens-give-away.html you can learn all about the great give-away we are doing!

New release... Smut by the Sea 3

Smut by the Sea Volume 3 is with us just in time for summer holiday season! The perfect companion to lazy days on the beach...

Here's the blurb:

Light-hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From exotic locales such as Croatia and Australia to the coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats, sexy cougars, hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Did someone say kinky role play? Here's an excerpt from my story, A Hint of Piracy.

Smut by the Sea Volume 3, published by House of Erotica, is available at:

Amazon UK
Amazon.com
All Romance eBooks

Chocolate V Cheese

So it seems that while we like to fantasise about stuffing our faces full of an endless supply of chocolate, if that was all we could eat the appeal would soon wear off. What we need here is a proper system of rankings. I asked our More Smut for Chocoholics authors:

How would you rate chocolate against a) cheese, b) red wine, c) bacon.

Victoria Blisse: I love my cheese, I have to say but I’m not a bacon fan and I don’t drink wine so it’s down to a fight between cheese and chocolate. Hmmm, not sure I could pick between the two!

Slave Nano: Oh, that’s cruel! Do I have to choose? Can I have a cheese and bacon toastie followed by a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk all washed down with a glass (no, bottle!) of red wine? (TH: No, that's against the rules!)

Anna Sky: Chocolate vs. mature cheddar, baked Brie or Camembert? No contest – CHEESE!

Chocolate vs. red wine? Sorry chocolate, have you not read my Twitter profile?

Chocolate vs. bacon? If it’s really crispy bacon when hungover then bacon otherwise chocolate, you stand a chance!

Jillian Boyd: a) Depending on which kind of cheese. b) I don't drink alcohol any more, so I definitely prefer chocolate. c) I'd say about 50/50 either way. 

Vanessa de Sade: Cheese: no contest

Red wine: never drink the stuff, who cares!

Bacon: oh, that's a hard one, but I think chocolate still wins, but only just!

Lucy Felthouse: Slightly higher

Massively higher – I hate wine!

Probably about the same, providing the bacon is crispy and you’ve cut the fat off.

Wendi Zwaduk: Wow. Tough question. I like cheese, but I’d take chocolate over cheese. Red wine gives me the worst headache, so definitely chocolate over red wine...but bacon. There’s the rub. I’m a bacon girl, too. I think it’s a toss-up between the two. :-)

Aurelia T Evans: I’m not a huge red wine or bacon fan, but cheese is another vice of mine, go figure. I love cheese almost as much as I love chocolate. For different reasons, of course. Cheese can be melted between two slices of grilled bread. Nutella spread is awesome on bagels. Both can be put in fondue pots. But they hit very different emotional strings.

Nicole Gestalt: Cheese – Okay I love cheese, especially the chilli cheese. Now if someone could put together cheese, chocolate and chilli together I would be in heaven!

Red wine – I don't like wine so chocolate wins that one hands down.

Chocolate and bacon....hmmm I think I'd have them together on top of a pancake stack with maple syrup.

Annabeth Leong:I feel guilty for admitting this in this context, but my ratings would be 1) cheese 2) bacon 3) red wine and 4) chocolate.

Tilly Hunter: I think all three win over chocolate. Just.

On Monday, I asked: What is your favourite kind of chocolate and why?
And on Tuesday, I asked: Why did you want to write for More Smut for Chocoholics?
On Wednesday, I asked: How would you cope in a world without chocolate?

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance and other online book shops.

Chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner...

Maybe a world without chocolate is not your worst nightmare after all. I mean, not everyone’s a chocoholic. So what if you had to give up everything else and live in a world in which all you could eat was chocolate? Let’s see what our More Smut for Chocoholics authors think. And come back tomorrow for the final interview question: How does chocolate rate against a) cheese, b) red wine, c) bacon?

How would you cope in a world in which all you could eat was chocolate?

Victoria Blisse: There’s all kinds of chocolate, so you could probably have quite a varied diet. I’d survive happily!

Slave Nano: I suppose you ought to be careful what you wish for. Is this a King Midas question? Imagine if everything you touched turned to chocolate!

Anna Sky: Ah well. Chocolate doesn’t have to be sweet, there’s lots of ways to eat it. Think venison in chocolate sauce…oh hang on, all I could eat was chocolate? That would make for an unhappy Anna very quickly.

Jillian Boyd: That would be tough, because in the end you'd get so sick of eating chocolate all the time, you'd stop eating all together, which is not at all good. 

Vanessa de Sade: Oh, I'd so love it, but I suspect that I might become a clandestine sneaker of contraband bacon rolls.

Lucy Felthouse: I’m not sure. I think I’d probably miss chips, cheese and meat.

Wendi Zwaduk: I’d definitely have to pace myself. I assume after a while I might get tired of it, but if there’s enough I wonder if I wouldn’t. Hmm. I know I would be a happy girl.

Aurelia T Evans: I don’t think I could handle it. As I get older, I’m more and more fascinated with variety. Even though I like a food routine (that includes chocolate in it, because reasons), I break from that routine every so often and rarely regret it. (There was this one Hawaiian barbecue place, but we will never speak of it again.) I think my appreciation for chocolate would be greatly reduced if it was all I had to eat. It’s more meaningful to me as a treat.

Nicole Gestalt: Well chocolate is good for you! So I think I'd be totally fine although I can imagine trying to come up with creative ways to eat the chocolate!

Annabeth Leong:This would be much harder for me. I'd have to find something bitter and not too sweet, or I'd be loopy from the sugar rush all the time.

Tilly Hunter: That would totally spoil my occasional urges to indulge. I would be seriously craving a slice of hot buttered toast.

On Monday, I asked: What is your favourite kind of chocolate and why?
And on Tuesday, I asked: Why did you want to write for More Smut for Chocoholics?
On Wednesday, I asked: How would you cope in a world without chocolate?

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance and other online book shops.

A world without chocolate?!

A world without chocolate? Your worst nightmare? Or would you tuck into a slice of Victoria sponge, snarf a custard cream, or opt for the cheeseboard instead? I asked our More Smut for Chocoholics authors what they thought. Tomorrow, I turn the tables and ask them how they’d cope in a world in which all they could eat was chocolate....

How would you cope in a world without chocolate?

Victoria Blisse: I’ve given up chocolate for Lent before now, I think I could cope…just.

Slave Nano: The question you should really pose is – how would other people cope with me if I didn’t have chocolate?

Anna Sky: To be honest, I am more of a savoury girl, so it would be hard but not impossible. If I had to choose to save either chips or chocolate, I’m afraid that chips would win and I’d have to find something else for my breakfast. Of everyone that I’ve ever polled with this question (it’s a drunken pub conversation), I’m the only one not to side with chocolate.

Jillian Boyd: A world... without chocolate? *sobs quietly to herself*

Vanessa de Sade: I wouldn't. Life would not be worth living. Or maybe I could just have more sex! Hmmm…

Lucy Felthouse: I’d be a lot grumpier, for sure. Possibly thinner, though. But I’m sure I’d find something else to eat instead, so maybe not. I have a real sweet tooth! I hope I never have to find out.

Wendi Zwaduk: I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to function. Grin.

Aurelia T Evans: I’d probably eat a lot of glazed doughnuts, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Nicole Gestalt: I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that.

Annabeth Leong: I've heard that this is really going to happen, all too soon! Honestly, much as I love chocolate, I think I'd be all right. It's an indulgence because it isn't actually necessary for life, no matter how much it may seem to be that way. I'd switch to berries and cream, and pray those didn't disappear, too.

Tilly Hunter: As long as I could still have the occasional stroopwafel, I’d probably get by fine most of the time. But every now and again I might turn into something resembling the Incredible Hulk.

On Monday, I asked: What is your favourite kind of chocolate and why?
And on Tuesday, I asked: Why did you want to write for More Smut for Chocoholics?

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance and other online book shops.

Why would anyone want to write about chocolate and sex?

It's Day Two of my interviews with the More Smut for Chocoholics authors and today they're talking about why they wanted to write for the anthology. Yeah, yeah, I know, why wouldn't you want to? Tomorrow, I'll be turning really mean and asking them how they'd cope in a world without chocolate. Catch up on yesterday's post here.

What made you want to write for More Smut for Chocoholics?

Victoria Blisse: My husband made me. Heh, no, not really. He is one of the editors and he might have reminded me a time or two about the call but I love smut and chocolate so I didn’t need much persuading to get one written.

Slave Nano: Love of chocolate + Pagan Goddess = story. I just couldn’t miss the opportunity of putting Ixcacao, the Aztec Goddess of Chocolate, into a sexy story.

Anna Sky: Chocolate and sex, what could be better?! I had a few ideas but really needed to get a spanking in there, to stay true to my writing form. A friendly dom teasing his girlfriend seemed the perfect way to do it.

Jillian Boyd: I'd missed out on writing for the first Smut for Chocoholics and felt a bit bummed out about it. So when this call came around, I jumped on it and wrote my story.

Vanessa de Sade: The combination of my two passions. Sex and chocolate, with the added bonus of being able to indulge in a voluptuous Victorian setting complete with Rubenesque ladies being very naughty…

Lucy Felthouse: Because I love chocolate—simple as that. I’m definitely a chocoholic!

Wendi Zwaduk: Easy! I love chocolate and adding play to having chocolate equals YUM! Plus I love working with Mitnik and Tilly. They are awesome. (Aww, thanks Wendi.)

Aurelia T Evans: I think playing with chocolate and whipped cream might have been one of my first sexual fantasies. I’m glad I was finally able to use that in one of my stories. In addition, I’m fascinated by fairy tales. “Crumbs” is loosely based on the “Hansel & Gretel” story, because who doesn’t like a gingerbread house full of desserts that they’re compelled to eat?

Nicole Gestalt: I have a story in Smut for Chocoholics and, well, I love chocolate! I'd had the idea for The Competition for a while and was just looking for a reason to get down to writing it, the submission call for More Smut for Chocoholics was the perfect excuse.

Annabeth Leong: I'd written for the original Smut for Chocoholics and had a great time (and loved reading the resulting book)! When I heard there was a follow-up planned, I knew I had to be in on it.

Tilly Hunter: I like to approach a theme like this from unexpected angles (so to speak). So Chocoholics gave me the chance to think about some unusual aspects – like the fact that Aztec women were forbidden from consuming cacao, and, in my other story, the development of a chocolate beer (not so unexpected for anyone who knows me, I guess!).

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance and other online book shops.

Chocoholic authors share their sweet secrets...

Feeling a bit peckish? How about a couple of squares of deliciously velvety dark chocolate? Or maybe you prefer the melt-in-the-mouth feel of something creamier and packed with sugar? I asked our More Smut for Chocoholics authors what they thought, and the answers made me, well, hungry. Tomorrow, they'll be sharing all about why they wanted to write for the anthology.

What is your favourite kind of chocolate and why?

Victoria Blisse: The chocolate in my hand…no, seriously now. I am a complete sucker for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Oh, they are my sweet, sweet downfall.

Slave Nano: Cadbury’s flake. I love collecting all the bits in the wrapper and shovelling them into my mouth. And they’re so crumbly and sensuous (influenced by TV advertising – me? No!).

Anna Sky: Fairtrade, organic, dark as possible. I let it melt on my tongue, and savour it for as long as possible. Otherwise, I’m a fan of “peanutella” – a crazy concoction of chocolate spread and peanut butter on my toast in the mornings!

Jillian Boyd: Green & Black’s milk chocolate with sea salt. Because it never fails to make me feel better when I'm down in the dumps. 

Vanessa de Sade: The blackest, darkest chocolate there is, as untainted by sugar as possible and potent and deadly.  I prefer pure chocolate but if it must be filled I go for pralines and Gianduja, whole nuts and dried fruits soaked in liqueurs.  (Hotel Chocolat Rum-Soaked Raisins, for example!)

Lucy Felthouse: Cadbury’s Dairy Milk, just because I love the taste. If you want more in depth information than that, I’m afraid you’ll have to ask my taste buds ;)

Wendi Zwaduk: Hmm... This is tough. I’d say either the chocolate from Grandpa’s Cheese Barn in Ashland, Ohio, Suzin L Chocolates out of Elyria, Ohio. or Daffin’s Chocolates in Sharon, Pennsylvania. Daffin’s was actually my inspiration for the original Smut story, Drizzle Me in Chocolate.

Aurelia T Evans: I am in total love with dark chocolate. It’s my not so secret vice to have three or four of the little wrapped chocolates every day. I also love hot chocolate in wintertime and truffles at Valentine’s Day. Chocolate with hazelnut is also love.

Nicole Gestalt: I go through phases of what chocolate I enjoy. This Christmas just gone I found myself in London and managed to get to Hotel Chocolat and ended up with a large bag of them! After rationing them I'm still left with a few (just).

Annabeth Leong: I like chocolate infused with other things. My favorite things for it to be mixed with are salt, orange, and cardamom.

Tilly Hunter: I actually bought a bag of cacao bean nibs as research for my story, A Steamy Brew. They were truly disgusting. Give me a Cadbury's Dairy Milk any day (preferably every day).

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK, All Romance and other online book shops.

Dungeon Crawl: More Smut for Chocoholics

Howdy, Dungeon Crawlers and welcome to my part of this week's offerings, brought to you by RTK Dungeon Crawl.. I'm bringing you an excerpt from the newly released More Smut for Chocoholics, published by House of Erotica. As co-editor with Kev 'Mitnik' Blisse, I claimed the privilege of writing two stories for the collection. This one is a delightful bit of femdom in which a naive young Spaniard stumbles upon a camp of Aztecs who have left their city in order to escape the strict regulations that ban women from consuming the revered cacao. 

September 8th, 1521

I have burnt the pages of this diary that recounted my earlier explorations in the Aztec territory. They are no longer of any consequence. Botany, geology, zoology... what attraction can these subjects hold to me, now that I have known Ixchel? I came here to test my mettle as an explorer, knowing that I would endure arduous treks, hunger, thirst, and great physical challenges. The prospect excited me; I knew that from my hardships would come great advancements in scientific knowledge. Little did I know the real danger, and ecstasy, I would face.

I stumbled right into the midst of their encampment before I realised. I was so thirsty, and the waterfall tumbled over the cliff face behind their clearing. It was all I focused on as I left the trees. But when Ixchel—for I know now the name of my captor, my enchantress—stepped in front of me, I turned and saw that I was surrounded by some dozen or so of the native people of this area.

I tried to utter some words of peace, thinking perhaps that a placatory tone would convince them I was no threat. But after the treachery and violence I had witnessed in their capital city, Tenochtitlan, I could understand their wariness of a Spaniard. How were they to know that I had joined the expedition out of a desire for knowledge and understanding rather than conquest?

Ixchel raised her arm towards me and placed one finger on my lips to silence me, then spoke a few words of command to her companions. Two men stepped to my sides; they removed my backpack and took my arms. The pressure they applied was gentle but firm and I allowed them to lead me, though it meant stumbling backwards over the stony ground, until I felt at my back the trunk of a tree. Another woman now came before me, carrying a length of twisted vine. She took it behind me and wound it about my wrists until I was bound inescapably in place.

You may wonder why I did not try to run, or to fight them off before I became helpless. And my rational explanation would be to call to mind my extreme exhaustion, the hunger and thirst I had endured in the three days since becoming separated from my companions and lost in this great valley. Perhaps I was indeed delirious. But the truth is that already Ixchel’s dark eyes had bewitched me. I felt as if I had no choice but to comply with her wishes. And it gave me the greatest of joy to surrender myself to her, a joy that I felt flare inside me like the heat of one of the Aztecs’ spiced dishes as it passes down one’s throat.

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK and All Romance.

Keep crawling for more delicious excerpts and kinky musings...

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New release! More Smut for Chocoholics

It's here! More Smut for Chocoholics, published by House of Erotica and edited by yours truly and Kev 'Mitnik' Blisse has hit the virtual bookshelves. 

Here's the blurb:

Yet more Tales of Sensual, Sinful Chocolaty Indulgence is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Tilly Hunter with assistance from Kev “Mitnik” Blisse.

More Smut for Chocoholics is all about over-indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors... Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

More Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Slave Nano, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.

For an excerpt from my m/m story, A Steamy Brew, see my earlier post. I'll bring you a teaser of my femdom story, Forbidden Pleasures, soon.

You can buy More Smut for Chocoholics at Amazon, Amazon UK and All Romance.

I got reviewed...

...at BDSM Book Reviews. Cool, huh? 

Miranda's Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist got rated 4 out of 5 paddles (with a sting factor of 3.5 out of 5) in a review by Master Peter Raven (@m_peterraven), who said this: 

All three stories are a fun read, and while it is not necessary to know anything of the originals they are based on, if you do it adds a nice little twist to them. The kink and the scenes are nicely hot, especially if you are in to FemDom. 

And who isn't into a little FemDom now and then?

For  more, see BDSM Book Reviews.

Oh, and if you want to buy the book, it's at Amazon and Amazon UK as well as all your other usual ebook retailers.

News: More Smut for Chocoholics

It's almost here! It seems like a long time ago that Kev 'Mitnik' Blisse said to me: "Do you fancy editing an anthology of chocolate-based erotica with me?" and I thought, Hmm, chocolate and sex, what's not to like?

Now, the stories have been picked, polished and primped and sent off to publisher House of Erotica to be turned into a smutty little ebook. I think we've come up with something that has a nice variety of partnerings, a balance of contemporary and historical backdrops and a tasty range of settings from bedroom to brewery, Victorian train carriage to Aztec temple. Here's the line-up:

Chocolate Massage, Victoria Blisse

The Perfect Taste, Annabeth Leong

Eclair, Jacqueline Brocker

Dip it Low, Lucy Felthouse

A Steamy Brew, Tilly Hunter

How the Sisterhood of Sin Came To Be, Vanessa de Sade

Forbidden Pleasures, Tilly Hunter

Three Tastes, Anna Sky

Crumbs, Aurelia T Evans

Les Delices Parisiens, Jillian Boyd

Los Conquistadores and the Goddess of Chocolate, Slave Nano

Eat Me, Ruby Madsen

Indulge Me in Chocolate, Wendi Zwaduk

The Competition, Nicole Gestalt

Dungeon Crawl - Penelope's Suitors

Publishers like to categorise. Perhaps readers like it too. I mean, 'BDSM' has to be your first requirement. After that, you know where you are if you opt for a bit of femdom or male dom, if you're going for f/m, f/f or m/m. Or maybe you don't because you're like me and you're searching for some indefinable something, some essence of kink that defies categories. I'm awkward like that. Anyway, welcome to this week's Dungeon Crawl, brought to you by Romancing the Kink, and to an excerpt from the third and final story in my little collection, Miranda's Tempest. 

It imagines what life is like for Penelope in the long years of her husband Odysseus' absence, while 108 suitors lord it up in her household, each trying to persuade her that her husband is dead and she should marry him instead. Yes, we're talking Homer. Ancient Greece. And the statue of a goddess that comes to life, and some lesbian menage, and some voyeurism, and some feminisation, and some prostate milking, and some loom bondage. All those things. Don't forget to check out the other authors in this week's crawl, but without further ado, here's a little something to tease:

‘Though I love my maids, I have also missed my husband and welcome his safe return home. He is the only man I will ever share my bed with. For you, I can offer something you may think little better than slavery, but it will allow you to serve me in a far more personal manner than a kitchen boy.’ I am almost ashamed of the way I toyed with this earnest youth as he knelt at my feet. But I think he enjoyed it. His mouth was open and his breath audible. ‘Should you pass the test, I would have you become one of my personal servants. Join my maids in keeping me from loneliness when my husband is absent, which he no doubt will be again. You will have to hide your masculinity: shave your body, wear women’s garments and control your cock. In return, you will get to serve me as my maids do and bring me pleasure. Do you accept?’

‘Yes my lady. Willingly.’

‘Then it is time to administer the test. The other suitors were told that if they passed once they would undergo this treatment each night until my weaving was finished. As you can see, my cloth is barely begun, but I tire of it already. And there is no longer a need for this trickery. I will not make it a condition for you. But I will repeat the test when it amuses me to. Now remove your robe and stand facing my loom.’

Leontes rose and did as he was bidden, turning his lean back to me and my companions. The loom’s large, upright frame was fixed to the wall with batons to allow room for the bar of the heddle to move, separating the warp threads for me to weave between them. The thicker yarn I had spun to secure each suitor now hung permanently from the frame. I told Leontes to raise his arms and fastened his wrists wide apart above his head. I had him open his legs and stooped to tie his ankles to the lower corners. His torso tautened and his cock rose, parting the warp threads. The horizontal heddle pressed into his upper thighs, raising his rear. He was so much calmer than the others, though his breathing had quickened. His response seemed one of arousal rather than the consternation the others had shown.

‘Are you ready?’ I asked.

‘Yes, my lady,’ he whispered, turning glossy eyes towards me over his shoulder.

I dipped my hand into a bowl of oil and rubbed it between my fingers and over my knuckles. I pressed my fingertips to the top of Leontes’ crack and allowed him a moment to become accustomed to my touch.

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Dungeon Crawl: The Gingerbread House

Hi and welcome to this week's Dungeon Crawl, brought to you by Romancing the Kink.

The Gingerbread House is the second story in my little collection, Miranda’sTempest. As you might guess, it's a retelling of the Hansel and Gretel fairytale, although in my version they are not siblings but young lovers who meet in the forest. It's the least subtle tale in the book, full of kinky accoutrements from start to finish! Oh, and it's unambiguously femdom too. Here's a snippet (and don't worry; it all works out just fine in the end...):

Hansel shifts his wrists to ease the pressure of the shackles. The iron digs into his flesh and already the skin is reddening. His legs are cramped and he longs to stretch them out straight. But his cage is no more than three feet long and he can barely move. His hands hang beside his head, the cuffs chained to bars above him. His helplessness amplifies every twinge in his joints into a thousand tiny points of discomfort. He shifts his weight as far as the metal around him will allow.

‘Be still,’ the witch says.

Hansel’s body freezes. Her voice holds an absolute power over him. The only movement he can manage now is the rising of his chest as his breath deepens in fear. He gazes up at the creature. And at his darling Gretel, standing meekly behind her, caught in the same enchantment.

‘Don’t pretend you’re hating this,’ the witch says in a deep, alluring tone. ‘My spell works only on the naturally submissive. It has always been your deepest desire to be controlled and dominated by a strong, beautiful woman.’

Hansel’s cheeks flush. He is deeply afraid of what this woman could do to him. She is no hag, but her beauty is dark and menacing. A shiver of arousal rushes through his pelvis as she speaks, and his cock twitches.

‘Let Gretel go,’ he whispers. ‘Do what you want with me, but let her go.’ It is a struggle even to get these few words out without being commanded to speak. But he has to try to help his beautiful Gretel to escape.

‘You are in no position to make a bargain,’ says the witch. ‘And don’t speak again unless I expressly tell you to.’

Hansel’s jaw clamps shut. Her power is terrifying. A bead of cool sweat runs down his temple.

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Dungeon Crawl - a little light spanking

Ready for a little light spanking? For the Dungeon Crawl this week I'm bringing you an excerpt from my story Twenty-four Surprises. It's a festive-themed story, which I guess is a little odd when Easter's coming up, but I hope you'll forgive that because it does have some lovely domestic discipline in it. It's from Winter Warmers, published by House of Erotica. Now, if you'd care to assume the postion:

He shows me the paddle. Black. Check. Leather. Check. Smaller than I’d imagined. He pushes it to my face, down by the sofa cushions. “Kiss it, Sam. You have to kiss the implement of correction, don’t you. You remember?”

I may have said that, yes. I purse my lips and give it a smacker, my face flushing red. My ass feels like it’s glowing already, sticking up there like a beacon. Tom brushes a hand over it and dips a finger under. “My, how wet you are darling. It just shows what a depraved creature you are.”

One track of my mind is thinking that his Victorian gentleman act is just ridiculous, while another is imagining grand drawing rooms and crowds of sombrely clad men clustered around tethered, bent-over females with their acres of skirts and petticoats pushed up over their heads. Tom rubs the paddle over each cheek, drawing out the anticipation so much I wiggle my hips and invite him to get on with it.

“All in good time, Sam. You need to reflect on your misdemeanours first, have them pictured in your mind when the paddle lands. Otherwise, how will you learn? You must learn that your perverse, unladylike fantasies will be met only with punishment, not rewarded with fulfilment.”

What misdemeanours? Who cares? Maybe I didn’t do the breakfast dishes this morning when it was my turn. Maybe I don’t iron his socks. Maybe I haven’t adequately scrubbed the step or blacked the grate. Whatever that means.

“Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

“Yes.”

“Are you truly penitent?”

“Yes.”

“You will count the blows.”

“Yes.”

Thwack.

It’s definitely harsher than the satin paddle. Heavier, stingier, louder. “One.”

“You may now rearrange your attire and carry on with your duties.”

Huh?

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Put your knickers back on and help me make the dinner.”

“What? Is that it? That can’t be it."

If that single little spank has left you unsatisfied, be assured there's much more to come in the story. But if you're desperate for more right away, crawl on over to the other blogs taking part this week...

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