Am I a Pervert?

To support my habit of making naughty doll scenarios, I’ve recently made several eBay purchases. The latest was a large collection of clothes for a certain 12-inch female doll. As I took this outfit out of the bag, an image of a rattan cane sprang to mind.




Never Say Never — Defined

nsn-0838 excerptDefinition 1: My guiding principle for most matters of sex and sexuality. I’ve been wrong more than a few times when I’ve thought I’d never do or be something.

Definition 2: A generally useful principle that doesn’t apply to some forms of BDSM play. There are many things that shouldn’t be tried, for safety and other reasons. Go quickly in the opposite direction if you encounter a “no limits” player.

Definition 3: Theme song of the movie, The Karate Kid (2010 version), performed by Justin Bieber. I stumbled upon this when searching for something else.

And, most importantly,

Definition 4: The title of Alison Tyler’s new book. The subtitle, Tips, Tricks, and Erotic Inspiration for Lovers, and the book’s awesomeness distinguishes it from other books with the title.

The publisher, Cleis Press, says: it’s a blissful blend of Tyler’s wisdom, expert advice and scintillating erotic scenarios guaranteed to liven up your bedroom. Finding the true object of your lust is only the beginning. The sizzling stories and helpful tips in Never Say Never will help you discover exactly what sets your pulse racing for a lifetime of satisfying sex.

It’s your erotic one-stop shopping: for each technique, toy and theme, Never Say Never offers advice, ideas, illustrative snippets from erotica authors, and a short work of erotic fiction — contributions from over forty authors! Snippets from my erotica appear in the chapters for blindfolds and ménage. While BDSM is well-represented, the book includes vanilla (sort of) and other flavors.

As some of my readers know, I love creating erotic scenarios with my toy action figures and stuffed animals. My models were especially excited about shooting the enactment of Never Say Never. This photo first appeared on Alison Tyler’s blog, where she had some extremely nice things to say about my “cleverosity”. Thanks, Alison!

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e[lust] #56

The following is a copy of this month’s e[lust] (#56), an outstanding collection of posts from sex bloggers. This issue includes our first contribution to e[lust], my Wheldrake’s post on punishment.

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Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #57? Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Trick of the Light

What Does Porn Lead To

The Posh Life of a Sex Toy Reviewer?

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Eleven Quarters

Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Sadists

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

The Watchman
Short Story: Tucked Away
Property’s Progress
Glass Houses
Proud and Prejudged
You’ll Do…. Now Step Closer.
Pet Ballerina
Superotica Valentine – Day 7
Get In Me, Daddy
White Gloves


Posting a photo a day!
How to Handle Your Junk in Public
My first trick on a corner
Mid Morning Musings ~ The Catharsis of Pain
Francesca Woodman Inspired Self Portraits
Eve’s Quandary – Blogging Between Fig Leaves
What I Be

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Why 3 out of 4 young women don’t masturbate
An Open Letter To Sex Toy Manufacturers
Daily Photo – Day 1: Full Disclosure

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Fantasies, deep and dark
Fun with ropes
Where we started from
Kink from a humbler perspective
To Err Is Human, To Punish May be Advisable
Reader Q&A: How does a sub say ‘no’?
Finding Balance

Erotic Non-Fiction

Sister, Oh Sister
My First Trick
This one’s for you
Angela’s orgasm
His Rope Show
Finger Banging With Daddy
Feeding Submission
Valentine’s Day Diary
Balance at the Boat Launch
Rope, Rhino Cock, and a Balancing Act

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Monogamous, Kinky Couple-Friends
As Lust Fades
A discussion with Mom
When Did You Realize You Were Dominant?
How to Fake an Orgasm
How To Increase Your Libido Without Cialis

Writing About Writing

Talking Dirty
Fiction! Thank You!


I’m Willing To Earn The Right
Bad habits


Introducing Wheldrake

Wheldrake, my talented submissive, is now an official author here rather than a guest. That means he gets to do the work of making his words appear here in addition to writing them. To provide a more proper introduction, one of us will have to write it and get back to you. For now, you can learn something about him through his posts.

To Err Is Human, To Punish May be Advisable

By Wheldrake, my submissive and today’s guest

The leather-clad goddess sits, immaculate, on her ornate wooden chair, riding crop already clasped in one gloved hand. “Come here, slave,” she commands with an imperious tilt of her head. “It’s time for your punishment.”


It’s easy to see why punishments are such a staple of BDSM fiction. The act of punishing a submissive is a particularly stark expression of the dominant’s power, and can introduce some variety into a story because it involves a motivation other than raw sadism. The interaction can have various emotional textures depending on whether the punishment is being inflicted in sorrow, anger or glee, and received in a spirit of contrition, defiance or resignation.

I generally enjoy reading a well-written punishment scene with interesting characters and richly described action, especially if the person swinging the crop happens to be a woman. I always identify to some degree with the submissive and perhaps even imagine myself in his or her place, suffering at the hands of a relentless disciplinarian for my sins and shortcomings. It’s wonderful fun, in the realm of my imagination. But if I find the idea of being punished so exciting, how on Earth is My Lady supposed to punish me in the real world when I fall short of her expectations and need to be corrected?

Of course, I try to fall short infrequently enough that the question rarely arises. Maybe there are some paragons of submission who never fall short at all, but like Rayne Millaray I’m distinctly sceptical. We submissives are only human. We want to please and obey those who command us, but now and then we inevitably stay up past our bedtimes, yield to the temptation to have just a little nibble of some treat we know we’re not allowed to sample without permission, forget about a deadline for completing an assignment, or whatever. Once in a hopefully long while, we really fuck up, though I’m pleased to say I’ve avoided this so far in my submission to My Lady.

I’m not at all sceptical, on the other hand, about the existence of dominants and submissives who don’t find punishment to be a particularly useful way of dealing with lapses. Maybe simply talking through the reasons for the submissive’s failure works better for them, as a way of preventing recurrences, or maybe the submissive simply finds the dominant’s disappointment so crushing that punishment is superfluous. For me, talking lapses through is useful and a dominant’s disappointment certainly stings, but receiving a punishment that I find genuinely unpleasant both underlines that disappointment and provides a very basic and concrete reason not to screw up again. “I must write to her at least every other day, no matter how busy I am, or she’ll probably make me regret it” is primitive but impeccable logic that strikes a chord with me and helps to keep me on the straight and narrow.

There’s still the question of technique, which can be a bit tricky. The idea that beating a masochist is a reward rather than a punishment provides abundant fodder for comedians, but there’s a certain amount of truth in it. If a submissive finds it thrilling to be hurt by a tough authority figure (and I suppose I’d better raise my hand at this point), then simply taking him or her out behind the woodshed probably isn’t the ideal way to encourage changes in behaviour. With a bit of experimentation, though,it should be possible to come up with some kind of calculated unpleasantness that is either so intense or so profoundly dull and soul-crushing that the submissive recoils from it and becomes eager not to have to experience it again. Some wayward boys and girls, I understand, can’t bear to be tickled. My Lady knows all too well that I hate writing lines, especially by hand. I end up feeling bored, frustrated and impatient, a cocktail of emotions that’s distasteful enough to make me want to avoid having to sample it more often than absolutely necessary.

The paradoxical thing about my attitude, though, is that I hate writing lines but love being under the control of a woman who doesn’t hesitate to inflict stiff disciplinary doses of line-writing when she thinks they’re warranted (although, mercifully, it’s been a good while since the last one). Her willingness to punish – to say in effect “no, that was not acceptable, and I’m going to impose unpleasant consequences on you” – is an important, and really quite beautiful, facet of her considerable power over my submissive ass.

A Willful Sub, by Alison Tyler

I’m delighted to have Alison Tyler here again, this time to promote The Delicious Torment, the sequel to Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission. I can’t say enough good things about these books. Really. I don’t like writing reviews. Other bloggers on this blog tour have detailed the fabulousness of these books, Alison, and her work in general, so please read some of those posts if you haven’t yet.delicious_torment260x420

Maybe that’s cheating, so here are a few of my own thoughts. In BDSM-themed fiction, it’s the dominance and submission that matter most to me. I prefer realism over fantasy, substance over theatrics, and complexity where possible. The Delicious Torment does all of this (and more) with some of my favorite elements: a relationship involving more than two people, switching, and a D/s style I can relate to. All of this is packaged in a superbly written, highly erotic story I couldn’t put down. While I’m more likely to be called “strong-willed” than “willful”, I can identify with Samantha.

Before I turn things over to Alison, I’ll share what my kinky dolls did to illustrate the book.delicious_torment_04r

A Willful Sub

By Alison Tyler

I’m a stubborn little mule. I’m hot headed (thanks to the Hungarian bloodline, I’ve been told). I will never behave. I can’t not ask questions. There’s always a fight in me.

So I was relieved to discover that not all Doms want an easy sub. In fact, some Doms crave a high-spirited partner. One who opens her mouth, not only for the ball gag. One who pushes back, not only against a cock. Samantha, in The Delicious Torment, has a rebellious streak, as well:

Shamefully, I grabbed the paddle and headed down the hall to Alex, wishing I’d worn something other than the white-tiered skirt and form-fitting white tee. Wishing I didn’t feel like such an ingénue, an idiot novice, as I waited for Alex to hang up the phone.

            “You could have simply said ‘yes’ when I arrived,” Alex told me, snidely, emerging to slide the paddle from my grip. “You could have avoided this—” he paused, “this little unpleasantness.” I’d left off cruel when describing him previously. Young, blond, and cruel. Trembling, I prepared myself.

            Alex settled himself on the sofa, taking his time to get comfortable. He was like a baby Dom in training from Jack. But he was good. I’ll give him that. He enjoyed every fucking moment. I waited, rocking on my shoes, those insane white espadrilles that I never should have worn. They always brought me trouble.

            “You know the position,” he said, his voice soft, now, almost crooning.

            I nodded. I would not call him Sir.

            “Then why am I waiting?”

            I hurried to his side, and then over his lap, and I promised myself not to do something like this in the future. And yet a tiny voice whispered in my head. If I hadn’t double-checked. If I hadn’t called, wouldn’t the same thing have happened to me later, over Jack’s lap? It was a no-win situation, as usual for me. But as Alex pulled my skirt to my hips, as his fingertips worked my panties down my thighs, I realized that as always, even when I lost, I won.

What I’ve learned over the years is that BDSM relationships come in as many styles as vanilla ones. There is no one right way. There is no perfect model. Each relationship is as unique as the partners involved. Each dynamic is as unusual as the lovers choose to make it.

Yes, some Doms might kick me out of the club the first time I opened my mouth. But I have managed to find the ones who appreciate an active sub. A wise-ass filly who craves a firm hand on the reins.

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Alison Tyler is the author of Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment, and Wrapped Around Your Finger (all published by Cleis Press). Visit her at and follow her at for more info about her writing, her caffeine addiction, and her affair with a new bottle of perfume.

Holiday wishes, with a bit of kink

Regardless of what you celebrate (or don’t), I think you’ll enjoy this naughty rendition of ‘Twas the night before Christmas by Lisabet Sarai. A Visit from Mistress Nicole

Okay, that had more than just a bit of kink.


Alison Tyler’s Dark Secret Love

I’m extremely fortunate to have as my guest the woman known as the mistress of literary erotica, the ever-exciting Alison Tyler. This post is part of her blog tour; there’s something special every day in October, and prizes! Rather than trying to tell you what there is to love about her book Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission, I’m turning the post over to Alison.

Guest post by Alison Tyler


On the night of our first date, as we walked through the darkness near my house, he stopped and pressed me up against the side of a parked car. “What’s your secret fantasy?” he murmured, so soft against my skin. “You can tell me, baby. You can tell me anything.”

I’m a voyeur’s voyeur. (I think this means I like to watch people watch people.) What I’m trying to say is that I always want to know other people’s turn-ons. Into balloon sex? Let me surround you in colorful orbs. Addicted to rubber? Sit at my side while I stretch out every word. Crush on a girl in head-to-toe leather? I’ll whisper a story of skin on skin on skin.

Fetishes fascinate me. But knowing the key that unlocks someone’s kink—that’s what really floats my fantasies. I can find a path into a character’s thoughts once I know his or her secret desire. All the rest comes easily.

Writing Dark Secret Love was different. Rather than fall into someone else’s world, I exposed my own. No, it won’t come as a shock to any reader that I appreciate BDSM. I’ve been editing anthologies on the subject for decades now. But this was an unusual situation. Rather than give a sliver—as I often do—I did the reverse. I exposed as much of myself as I possibly could.

And I turned the reader into the voyeur:

Jack was magic. The clips were off with a wave of his fingers, and suddenly he had a flogger in his hand. With a gentle swing, he landed the first blow, softly, between my thighs. Then harder, and harder, gradually building in intensity. In pressure.In pain.

            “And the whole time, you’ve had these warring emotions within you,” Jack said, not asking. “You’ve been looking for what you need, and you’ve been telling yourself simultaneously that you don’t need it at all.”

            I turned my head to the side, embarrassed at the fact that my hips had raised up to meet the flogger, that my body responded so automatically to the combination of pleasure and pain.

            “Is that so?”

            “Yes, Sir.”

            “But what’s the truth, Samantha. What’s the real truth?”

            “Nothing else works,” I told him, somehow knowing now what he wanted to hear. “I can’t… I don’t… It has to be like this…”

            Jack nodded. ”And I’m going to make you say that over and over until it sinks in. Until you finally get it.” The whipping picked up again, those little strands of suede, of leather landing on my pussy lips, and between them, meeting wetness, meeting swollen skin. Jack was punishing me for failing him, but was confusing me with the pleasure it brought. He was giving me a reward after all.

            “Tell me what you need, Samantha. Tell me what you know you deserve.”

            I am such an accepting person when it comes to what other people want. Their fetishes.Their desires. And yet, when I turn inward, when I question myself, the shame covers me like deep water. It holds me down.

            Tears streaked my cheeks now. And not from the flogger. I stared at Jack, and I saw him watching me intently, waiting for me to answer.


            “You have to make it hurt,” I said, my voice low. “I don’t feel it otherwise. I can’t feel it—“ Was that clear enough? Would he accept the answer?


Dark Secret Love is out now from Cleis Press. The Delicious Torment (the sequel) will be published in January. Alison is now working on the third installment in the series. Visit for more views into her window.

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From the publisher, Cleis Press:

Dark Secret Love is a modern-day Story of O, a 9 1/2 Weeks-style journey fueled by lust, longing and the search for true love. Inspired by her BDSM lifestyle and based on her private diaries, Tyler draws on her twenty-five years’ experience penning sultry stories to create a scorchingly hot work of autobiographical fiction, a meta-novel with reality at the core.

Take a deep breath and get your safe word handy. Alison Tyler will push your boundaries to their limits—and have you begging for more.


Jack L. Pyke Interviews Me

Jack L. Pyke, talented writer and good friend, interviewed me this week. I had a great time, as I always do when we’re together. For those who haven’t had the pleasure, I want to introduce someone who skillfully explores some of the darker corners of erotica. Jack went from being relatively unknown a year ago to having a novel chosen as the Book of the Month three times in 2013. Don’t…: A Gay BDSM Thriller also received an honorable mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards.

I was fortunate to be there at the beginning, starting with an email asking if I’d mind taking a look at some sections of what would become the extraordinary novel Don’t. With a sequel and shared-world books on the way, the excitement continues. Be sure to check out the rest of the site after you read the interview.

Thanks, Jack!


Blog tour, interview, and new short story

In preparation for a couple of guest posts and an interview, I updated the fiction page, rearranged some of the links, and a few links to the resource section. Now that it’s official, I posted an excerpt from “A Port in the Storm.”

Throughout the October, Alison Tyler’s blog tour includes daily posts about her book Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission. I have the pleasure of hosting Alison on the 25th.

Jack L. Pyke, author of Don’t…:A Gay BDSM Thriller, plans to post an interview with me in the next day or two.

See you soon!

BDSM and Bodice-rippers: Guest post by C. P. Foster

With the hope of starting a trend of having more substantive posts about D/s and erotica, I’ve decided to have guest bloggers. As my first, I’m delighted to introduce you to C. P. Foster, an author I met on the Absolute Write forum.  I haven’t read Foster’s books, but I enjoyed reading her blog posts tagged with “BDSM”.

BDSM and Bodice-rippers

by C.P. Foster

Back in the 1980s I read a bunch of romance novels by authors like Bertrice Small, Rosemary Rogers, Roberta Gellis, Katherine Woodwiss, and others. It wasn’t until years later when I got into BDSM that I realized why I loved these books. They were full of BDSM themes. Dominance, submission, bondage, slavery, discipline, sadism, masochism, you name it. Pirates or Sultans captured beautiful women and forced them to have sex (which the women thoroughly enjoyed). Dominant males swept women off their feet. Castle servants serviced visiting knights. No wonder I ate that stuff up like candy.

My first two books, Dark Studies, and the recently released Secret Studies, follow the example of those earlier writers. They are full of BDSM themes, but not in a modern BDSM context. There are no play parties or clubs, no structured Dom/sub relationships, no toy bags full of floggers, whips, and nipple clamps. But there is dominance and submission. Pain and pleasure. Endorphins galore. And blood play, of the vampire variety. (If you want to read more of my thoughts on vampires as mainstream blood play, check out this blog post:

Books like these are, obviously, fantasy. Modern BDSM springs from these kinds of fantasies, but has been “civilized,” so to speak, with rules and safe words. As necessary as those rules are, they sometimes dilute the underlying desire. That’s why I find myself going back to those old bodice-rippers, where I can completely submerge myself in the make-believe without worrying about negotiations, safe sex, dungeon monitors, or other mundane concerns. It’s a safe way to enjoy the forbidden, unsafe pleasures.

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C. P. Foster
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel
Warnings: Contains BDSM elements and dubious consent

Buy links:

Barnes and Noble
All Romance Ebooks

If she could only stop running, she could start living…

With a million-dollar bounty on her head, Angie Clark has been hiding under the noses of her enemies for nearly a decade. But trying to prevent a war between humans and vampires has landed her in trouble—again. A vampire monarch bent on revenge has taken out a new contract on her, and Angie knows that if she’s caught, her enemies will torture her until she begs for death. Mired in violence and death, keeping her secrets becomes more important than ever. And as her life unravels bit by bit, she fears she’ll have to leave behind everyone and everything that matters to her and run.

But when Steffen Scott puts his life on the line in order to protect her, she can no longer deny her feelings for him. As the threat of war looms over humanity once again, it could mean the annihilation of both species, and Angie must decide whether to keep running or to turn and fight. And maybe find out what she and Steffen could become.


She went to him, and let him draw her onto his lap. He angled her so her legs dangled to one side while her back rested against his broad chest. His skin felt cool, but not as cold as before.

“Did you intend to tease me by leaving that lovely throat bare?” he murmured into her ear.

“Don’t you like it?”

His growl vibrated over her. “I’ve thought of little else since the moment I arrived. May I taste you now?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

With a gentle touch, he took the single curl that tickled the side of her neck and tucked it behind her ear. Grace closed her eyes as he settled his mouth over her vein. His fangs extended, thin as those of a snake, and pricked the soft skin. She held her breath.

He curved one arm around her waist an instant before he struck. Pain flickered for only a second, then a lush wave of pleasure overtook her, and she moaned aloud. His arm tightened while his other hand stroked up to cover her breast. He squeezed. Found the stiffening nipple and pinched. Grace arched with desire as he caressed his way to her thighs and edged them apart. The suction of his drinking, the quiet sounds he made, the way his body grew warmer with each passing second, all of the sensations engulfed her.

He eased her skirt up and nudged her panties aside so he could graze his fingertips over her moist lower lips. She tensed from head to toe as he traced a slick path to her bud and began to stroke. Her racing heart pumped blood into his mouth. Pleasure built, and when she came, he sucked harder to drink in her ecstasy.


To celebrate the release of Secret Studies, book two in the Arcaneology series, I am hosting a give-away for the next week. Entering is simple:

1) come to my Facebook author home page
2) hit like, if you haven’t already
3) leave a comment

That’s it! On Monday the 2nd of September I’ll put all of the names into a virtual hat and give away the prizes. What are the prizes? Glad you asked!

Prize #1: A digital copy (your choice of format) of both books in the Arcaneology Series (Dark Studies and Secret Studies).
Prizes #2 and #3: A digital copy of Secret Studies, plus a vial-of-blood necklace and a bookmark.
Prize #4, 5, and 6: A copy of Dark Studies, plus a blank-book journal and a bookmark.

You can find pictures of the prizes in my album. Come on over and enter today!


C. P. Foster is a writer of urban fantasy, romance, and erotica. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, Cuddles the caliby kitten, and a cat named Tom that is no longer actually a tom. She doubts he appreciates the irony.

Links for C. P. Foster:




Reviews and submissions

I had been holding off sharing book news until I had something more substantive to post, but it’s going to be a while. I’ve drafted something about realism in erotica that will be on hold until I finish a couple of anthology submissions.  One of my stories was rejected not accepted and I’m tweaking it for another anthology.  I’ve also been doing some promotion for Make Mine to Go.  I try not to use this word too much, but “awesome” seems best for a review I just received. Some of the feedback from romance reviewers has been disheartening – a little, at least.  I hadn’t intended to write romance, so failing to do so isn’t a big problem. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, the book is more erotica than romance in my opinion, but it’s being sold as erotic romance and disappointing some romance fans. The most recent review makes up for that. It’s also my first 5-star review, thanks to Amazon rounding up (it’s 4.5.)  As you’ll see, the reviewer addresses the romance versus erotica matter. I originally sent the book in reply to a discussion about that topic and had expected only more private discussion, not a review, so I was especially delighted to see it. Links to my book on two review sites can be found here.

In other news: two excerpts from Make Mine to Go will appear in Alison Tyler’s forthcoming Never Say Never, a book about new ideas for sex. (Sorry, Alison, if that’s a lame description. I’m not sure how to describe it.) I’ll post release information and a proper blurb when I have something.

Breathless Press Naughty List Blog Hop


Thanks for making this one of your stops during the Breathless Press Naughty List Blog Hop. For those of you here for another reason and don’t know what I mean, a blog hop involves visiting a group of blogs, in this case, ones for Breathless Press authors. Visit the blogs listed at the end for a chance to win prizes and learn about great blogs by talented authors.

So who’s on the naughty list? I suspect it’s almost everyone visiting this site, some more than others. In addition, there’s the unidentified person or persons responsible for damaging the local high-speed Internet lines. I’m posting via dial-up and I might be stuck with this for another few days.

Back to the current event – my particular naughtiness for this blog hop is posting an erotic story excerpt. But that’s a good thing, right? How about talking about my new boy toy? He’s currently not allowed to read this blog and I know he’ll obey me. I could tell you about the time he – never mind, not that interesting. I suppose that leaves you with the excerpt. As you’ll see, Toby, my MC, tends to be naughty. This scene takes place before the scene in the excerpt posted on the Breathless Press site and elsewhere on mine.

A randomly chosen commenter will get a copy of my ebook Make Mine to Go.  I consider it erotica rather than romance, but there’s a romance-flavored plot, and a lot of sex, in several flavors. Due to my technological setback, I won’t be checking my blog much and might not be able to send the book until later in the week. Thanks for your patience.

Comments are eligible for the drawing until Monday, December 24th at midnight Eastern US time.

Make Mine to Go –  Blurb:
One key to the success of Justin and Toby’s marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes as a couple with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it’s more often Justin who generously caters to Toby’s erotic appetites. Toby’s interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial, but it sends both men down uncomfortable paths. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won’t be easy to tell Justin. Is realizing a fantasy– even an exceptionally compelling one — worth the risk?


That evening, I asked Justin what he wanted me to wear.
“Whatever you want. The clothes won’t stay on long, and Paul and I aren’t dressing up.”

“Did he say that?”

“No, but he didn’t last time. Are you having a leather deficiency?”

“He looks so hot in a harness. So do you. Leather is always better.”

Justin cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Okay, often better.” He didn’t have to remind me of the time I insisted on wearing my then-new harness to a sex party. Leather can stay clean at bondage events, but that was sex. Messy sex. My beautiful leather smelled like a mixture of strawberry lube and assorted bodily fluids.

“You’re right this time,” Justin said. “Wear your harness under your regular clothes. If we do the vid, we should all wear our gear.”

The notion of Paul and Justin in leather sent a tingle through my body that lodged pleasantly in my cock. Not that Justin needs any clothing to have that effect. Sometimes, he only has to capture my gaze with his gorgeous, honey-brown eyes to set my carnal thoughts in motion. Simply watching his well-toned body crossing a room with a purposeful, confident stride can work equally well. Everything about him is strong and firm, from his size-eleven feet to his stubble-covered jaw.

It turned out Paul agreed to the recording, which was good because I didn’t expect to be in a position to see everything once we started playing. Not knowing exactly what we’d be recording, I aimed the camera mid-bed. The tripod was turning out to be a more useful Christmas present than I had first thought.

Paul arrived twenty minutes late, explaining that he went back for something he thought we’d appreciate. He didn’t tell me what, and I liked knowing there’d be a surprise. As I helped him out of his denim jacket, I lingered to breathe in the erotic mixture of Paul’s cologne and the leather he wore under his clothes. That was enough to make my jeans a little snugger. We didn’t spend long on social niceties and refreshments before heading to the bedroom.

Still dressed except for shoes, we arranged ourselves among the pillows. “Here,” Justin said to me, patting the mattress between him and Paul.

“Undress us,” Justin ordered. “Slowly.”

Going with the “guests first” convention, I slid my hand across Paul’s chest. The soft cotton shirt contrasted sharply with the leather and metal it hid. I nuzzled each patch of skin I exposed. Paul hummed approval but focused on the screen. There was something wrong with the sound, and Justin turned down the volume rather than endure the distortion. Not facing it, I didn’t see what had Paul so interested. I was content with my personal view of Paul’s lovely, coppery coat. I’d have to call him furry rather than hairy, the kind of texture I like to skim with my palms rather than thread my fingers through. He was pleased with the attention I gave him until I playfully licked his chest through the center ring of his harness. He slapped me away, so I turned to Justin.

His leather tank top was new enough to exude a powerful scent, especially when warmed by his body. I pressed my cheek against it, breathing deeply while popping his fly buttons. He raised his hips so I could free his jock-covered crotch and bare ass from the denim.

“Not yet,” Justin said when I slid my fingers under the black elastic.

I expected him to say that, and I wanted to hear him order me away, to keep me anticipating. I sometimes have to provoke him when he’s not strict enough to suit my mood.

Read more on the Make Mine to Go page (see links above).

Here’s the list. Sorry, I can’t take the time needed to post links while using dial-up. A linked list should be available on most of the participating blogs. I know D. F. Krieger has the complete set.

1. Breathless Press Blog
2. D. F. Krieger
3. Doris O’Connor
4. Gayl Taylor
5. Dilo Keith, M/M BDSM author
6. Megan D. Martin
7. Raven McAllan
8. Dianne Hartsock
9. Arya Grey
10. Leona Bushman
11. Shelli Rosewarne
12. Just Write and SO Gay
13. Carrie Pulkinen
14. Ivy Bateman
15. Love is a Many Flavored Thing