Now that classes are in session, the material is extremely challenging! She wishes to write about my world and the domme. And rather than taking her, I'm meant to teach her. However, her feisty demeanor begs to be subdued. Her innocence cries out to be captured. I'm confident that my whip will subdue her. Her young body cries out for my stern, seasoned touch. I'll teach her to tolerate suffering in order to experience joy. Like our contract, the seclusion is only for a limited time. However, what if I'd prefer something more long-lasting? Although I should not fall for my subs, I appear to be disobeying all of my own rules.
Jade
I have always been romantic since I was sixteen years old. I read a lot of romance, but I'm particularly interested in the darker end of the spectrum, where pleasure and suffering collide in a stream of subtleties that is both serene and chaotic. a location where good and innocence coexist with sin and evil, leaving their marks on each other.
They won't let me push my curiosities down any longer because they have fully surfaced. Sitting at my computer, I look through the vast Internet for someone who can assist me. I need assistance in comprehending the reality of BDSM, which is something I can't stop thinking about.
The books I've read are excellent, delightful, and pleasurable. However, I believe they have little to do with the reality of that way of life and are entirely fictional. And I'm interested in learning more about the how, where, and why of it all. What makes people do it? Where can they find people who share their desires? How do they respond to the sidelong glances from society that inform them that everyone is aware of what they're doing and that the majority find it repulsive?
Since ancient times, when women wore nightgowns that covered them from neck to foot and men did the same, what constitutes immoral behavior has been modified. For sexual activity, which was done solely for procreation and not for pleasure, tiny slits were made in the front.
If one was caught masturbating, it was not just frowned upon; it was a terrible crime. It resulted in punishment, and severe punishment. These days, people are considered immoral when they receive punishment-as they requested, mind you. It's widely assumed that if someone engages in BDSM or any variation of it, they must have experienced a traumatic event or a poor upbringing. Most people believe that there was sexual abuse.
I must confess that I have preferred that way of thinking. I've recently had different opinions about those who follow the lifestyle for reasons I can't explain. As an adult, I simply cannot fathom why anyone would wish to administer or receive punishment. But in the back of my mind, I wish I could comprehend. I firmly believe that not everyone who pursues this kind of attention has experienced some form of brokenness.
My passion and dream is to become an erotic author. I just enjoy losing myself in fantasy worlds where anything is possible. There are worlds where a regular woman can meet a man who is unusually attractive, viral, and, of course, very muscular. In the bedroom-or any room, really-he would be incredibly wealthy and utterly filthy.
I spend a lot of time in my head in the realm of erotic romance. Heroines are no longer acceptable damsels in distress. The heroines of today, on the other hand, are strong in every way, intelligent, witty, and take-no-shit. Most of these fictional women seem to find love by accident rather than actively seeking it out. And after making that small mistake, they end up in a man's arms.
In today's erotic romances, no man will do. He must have a clean, alpha personality. For whatever reason, our hero enjoys hitting women in many of these books. And they enjoy being struck by him. And that's where my writer's mind has run into trouble.
A big, strong, attractive man could make me fall in love. Who is unable to?
I can't see myself falling for someone who wants to beat you and tie you up while you make his dinner and iron his clothes, though. I'm trying to understand BDSM because I don't understand it. For my job!
Before anything else, I was a writer. Before I could read, I told stories. I imagined why things were happening the way they were after looking at scenes. I've always been naturally good at making up stories.
I'm just a year away from earning a Master's degree in Creative Arts from Bangor University in North Wales, UK, and I'm getting very close to the point in my life where I'll have to support myself. I have to concentrate now that I'm going to be disconnected from my father's money, which means I have to believe in what I'm writing about or I'll never be able to realize my dreams.
I don't have big dreams. I would like to see my name on book covers. Oh! And, of course, lists of the best sellers. Being a mediocre writer is not what I want. Like a reporter, I want to be one of those writers who goes above and beyond to get to the heart of the matter, but I want to be more inventive with my truths. Despite leading fantastical lives, I want my characters and the setting they inhabit to seem realistic.
Furthermore, it is hardly realistic for regular women to come across men who have a voracious appetite for sex and a tendency to beat them. I'm currently browsing the web in the hopes that nobody will ever see my browser's history and believe I'm a bad woman. I am not at all like that.
I am twenty-three years old and still haven't found Mr. Right. By that, I mean that my cherry hasn't fallen off. Contrary to what one might assume, I'm not a prude. Most of the time, I'm just very preoccupied with myself. My professors tell me it's a writer's thing. For a writer, I've been told I'm normal.
I'm a little awkward around people. Yes, I speak easily with people; I guess that's just part of my reporter's instinct. However, I don't share much about myself because I would rather guide others in ways that will help me understand them better.
I click my mouse, and a clumsy image appears on my computer screen. An enormous penis being deep-throated by a woman!
I see the tiny writing at the bottom of the page as I quickly remove the image from my screen. It has to do with a forthcoming auction. It is only after seeing that I realize that the link I clicked to get to this erotic location is owned by the BDSM club in Portland, Oregon, in the United States.
After a few clicks, I discover that there are a lot of clubs in that city and that this location is a haven for those kinds of people. When it comes to finding such things, it's the best city in America. Furthermore, it appears to be the ideal starting point for my quest for those who could be sufficiently helpful to be honest with me and provide me with additional understanding of the mysterious and dark world.
Another click takes me to a photo of a sultry young lady dressed in leather, looking surprised and holding her hand to her mouth. I guess she didn't see the man behind her coming. It's hard to believe, considering that he is holding a whip that is pointed at her firm, round ass. He has somehow taken her by surprise with what he is going to do.
She has no fear in her eyes. No sobs of agony. Her lovely face is only covered by a shocked expression. The man's ruggedly attractive exterior belies a firm expression. In my mind, I can hear him say, "Gertie, you're going to get this. Once more, you neglected to add salt to my soup.
That line actually appeared in one of the novels I recently read, so I laugh to myself. I still thought it was dumb and silly. I would probably laugh and turn away if a man threatened to beat me with a real whip for something so trivial that could be resolved with a salt shaker's jiggle. He would clearly be a moron and not worthy of my time or attention.
My will and mind are too strong to ever get involved in any of that. But it's worth looking into because it's such a fantasy for many women. There should be more than a grain of truth in my first erotic novel. I want my fairy tale of a story to have some real grit mixed in. Not a bit of that fake nonsense!
I wonder if I'll be able to ask questions of a real Dom or Master. I question whether any of them would even want to take a break from slapping asses to discuss topics she knows very little about with a lowly, vanilla virgin.
As I sit back and look at the next thing that appears on my screen, doubt obscures my vision. Two women, dressed only in black underwear, are facing away from a man with a whip and a black mask who appears to be threatening to rain on them both.
I yell, "Run, you idiots," as I spot an open door to their right.
When you're just a few steps away from freedom, is it humanly possible to remain motionless and endure the agony of a whip?
Is it possible that some people, like drug addicts who detest the side effects of a particular drug but are unable to quit using it, have an overwhelming need to feel pain?
I'm haunted by the women's piercing gazes as they hold hands and glance over their shoulders as they wait for one of their bodies to be struck by the whip. How can they have such vivid vision while in pain?
I avoid touching the stove if I see a hot burner. I would hide if I saw a man frantically running down the street while brandishing his belt and aiming at people. So why do some people look for this?
And how likely is it that I will come across even one BDSM practitioner who is willing to explain them to me? Why would they want to, anyway?
I'm not going to pay them for their time. I have nothing to offer. I want nothing more than to satiate my own curiosity. Actually, I want to use what I'm given to earn money.
No, I doubt I'll find anyone in the BDSM scene who can respond to my inquiries. Maybe I should stop this nonsense. Perhaps I should set this thought aside and concentrate on romantic comedies instead. Wouldn't that make things so much easier?
"Just because you hate me doesn't mean your body doesn't want me," he added. He moved closer to her, lifting her leg as he did so. His fingers trailed down to her neck, touching her lips. He could hear her heart race, and he knew he had a magnetic pull on her. He said the obvious: "There is no denying that your body wants me." He turned his back on her after saying, "So don't you ever think that I can't have you when I want because I can and I would." *** He hovered over her, pinning her body to his with his arms around her waist, whispering to her, "I own you now Bell and you can never escape me." His imagination was running wild due to her scent, which was driving him insane. *** Bell was a happy and beautiful girl who lived contentedly with her parents and younger brother as the only family related to the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. However, one Alpha attacked their pack and brutally killed her family. She felt as though the world had ended when she learned that her uncle had sold her as a bride to the same Alpha who had murdered her family. This broke and shattered her, leaving her weak and alone. Will she avenge her family or will she submit to her Alpha's will and accept this cruel fate? Book 1 of the werewolf shifter dark romance series is available here.
"Daddy is going to insert it," I yelled. "Daddy is going to fuck this lovely hole with his fingers." Either because of the feelings in her cunt or because she knew a horrible fuck was about to happen, she cried out at that point, but it worked for me. I started to pierce her back by gently pressing my finger against the tight folds, using more pressure to force my way in. I gave an encouraging rasp, "Come on, baby." "Calm down, open up to Daddy, and let him buttfuck you." With a snap, I slipped in up to the first knuckle, that tight ring squeezing my finger so tight, so dry, so stimulating, and those dirty words did the job. The brunette thought it was great. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" As I pierced her ass, she let out a cry, her head tilted towards the heavens, her lips slightly open, and her breasts swinging subtly below.
21+ WARNING!!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURE CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE... "Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Cindy Williams has a 4.0 GPA, no social life, and precisely two friends—the stereotypical adolescent fiction heroine. Austin Holden, her next-door neighbor and an unachievably popular football player, has captured her heart for life. Up until Justin Drake shows up, she believes her senior year would be calm. Extremely attractive but conceited, he's a bad kid whose past Clara would do anything to erase. He's also rude and conceited. Her life is completely upside down due to being torn between two males. Maybe, however, she discovers herself and love in the middle of all the uncertainty and mayhem.
WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURE CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE... His index and middle fingers circling my clit told me there was no way I was going to sleep again. I keep my eyes closed and bite my lip so that I don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's got me awake. With that, he stuck a rough finger right in the middle of me, causing my eyes to pop wide and my jaw to fall. "This sure will wake you up." "Fuck you," I sulk, putting my hand behind me to firmly hold his hair between my fingers and reluctantly grinning at him. "God, I hate you sometimes." He says, "No you don't," and then presses his thumb against my clit while his other finger moves at the most delightful pace in and out of my moist core. What an awful way to start the day, eh? "Robert," I sulk as I move his head out of my neck. "Please, no.. ************ Young journalist Isabella Jones is tasked with speaking with Robert Woods, the charismatic and influential CEO of Woods Enterprises. Given that Woods is extremely reclusive and rarely grants interviews, Isabella is anxious about the interview. She is adamant, though, that she will give it her all and get the story.... but one thing is certain, she'd have to sleep with him to get the job.
21+ WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY MATURED CONTENTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDERAGE. Kelly unintentionally switches cellphones with the standout quarterback of a rival high school. Unable to switch it back until a week later, she has to communicate with the haughty boy by sending SMS and voicemails. She discovers there's more to him than smug remarks and sexual innuendos as she gets to know him better. Will Kelly's feelings endure, though, when identities are disclosed and secrets are made public?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
He owns her, He wants her, She saw something she shouldn't have, She thought she could escape him, Now he haunts her to the ends of the earth, He would make her life miserable, He would make sure she sees no one but him. "You are mine Alicia, I can have you whenever I want, you are my woman and I will be damned if I let another man touch you or even take what is mine" her. *** Alicia was dumped at the altar by her fiancee and she became a laughing stock to the whole town, she sought to take her life because of her pain but she stumbled upon something she should never have seen, now He haunts her. Even when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, she was forced to marry him.
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and lan begged her not to leave him?
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.