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?
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?