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Thursday, April 25, 2013

HER FIRST CLIT RING 4: THE FINAL PARTY is Adult Filtered

Readers beware. Amazon has Adult filtered this book, so it won't appear on a General Search. You have to type in the name of the story specifically. I don't know why they filtered it. Maybe it's the cover. Maybe it's the word 'clit' in the title.


Jenny’s handsome but freakishly dominant boyfriend, John, wants to throw the party of all parties to show her off to his friends. Specifically, he wants her to display her clit ring.

Jenny wants so hard to please him and to make him love her as much as she loves him. But is he going too far this time?

This is an intensely psychological 9,000-word story of domination, submission and a woman’s addictive dependence on her boyfriend. This is the final volume in the DELICATE PIERCINGS series.

Books in this series:
HER FIRST CLIT RING
HER FIRST CLIT RING 2: MENAGE
HER FIRST CLIT RING 3: DESENSITIZATION
HER FIRST CLIT RING 4: THE FINAL PARTY
Excerpt:
He glances down at her bare pussy.

“You wet down there?” he whispers.

She’s so apprehensive about the whole thing that she is bone dry.
He runs his finger down her pierced clit and pulls at the bauble on its ring. It is an extra large bauble – the largest she has worn on her clit ring thus far. It is made from amethyst, and it is the size of a robin’s egg. It weighs her clit down heavily, and that is the reason why she had been sitting on the bed – to rest her poor, anchored hood.

“Ready?” he says.

No.

Yes.

He senses her anxiety, and kisses her lightly on the lips.

“You look beautiful, and I mean it,” he whispers. “Now let’s get the show on the road.”

He picks up the chain from the dresser. It is partly the reason why she doesn’t want to be in the light. She doesn’t want to look at that chain of subjugation.

“Come here, Jenny.”

Friday, April 19, 2013

Deceived (Eight Tasks for the Blushing Virgin)


Sofia Moreno has been given a difficult task by the FBI: she can help them incriminate her handsome crime lord suitor, Nicholas Greco, or her father will go to prison.

But Sofia has grown quite fond of Nicholas. He invokes passions in her that she didn’t know she possessed. Unfortunately, so does his stunning son, Paul, who is determined to go against his father’s wishes and tempt Sofia into his bed. Against her better judgment, Sofia finds herself warming to the rakish but vulnerable Paul.

But can and should Sofia bring Nicholas down? The task is dangerous and Nicholas has spies everywhere. And what of her own bruised and conflicted heart?

DECEIVED is the third volume in the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN BDSM erotica drama series. It contains 20,000 words.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

Deflowered
Debauched
Deceived


EXCERPT:

A chastity belt! What on earth is Nicholas thinking of? This is a whole new level kink . . . for me, at least. The leather is tight and disturbing around my hips. My flesh scarcely is allowed to sweat.

Alyssa shows me a medium-sized padlock, and secures it at the area of the zipper in front of my pubis. She stands back to admire her handiwork.

“Now you wait here for Nick like a good little girl. It may be hours before he returns, so I’ll come in to check on whether you need to go to the toilet.”

Hours! I will have to kneel here in this dreadful position for hours?

She laughs at my apprehension, affirming that streak of cruelty I always believed she harbored inside.

“Don’t make such a face. I daresay you’d find it quite pleasurable to be an object of such desire. Now stay there and try not to squirm too much, lest you dislodge something. And then I’ll be very, very upset.”

I daresay she will be.

She exits the bedroom, locking the door behind her, leaving me all alone. I guess she doesn’t want one of the maids to wander in here by mistake. My knees already feel compressed and my limbs are stiff. I try to flex and extend them in whatever small measure my bonds will allow. My circulation feels dammed up.

But it’s no use. After a while, pins and needles set in. My entire right leg goes numb.
I don’t know how long I have been in this bedroom, but there is an antique alarm clock on the bedside table and I am not in the position, so to speak, to look at its dials. I can only guess at the passing time.

My mind is terribly occupied, though. The audacity of what I must to do to betray Nicholas weighs heavily upon my conscience. And I don’t even know the best way to do it.

There are rabid fire ants on my thighs and legs when I hear the click of someone trying the doorknob outside.
Nicholas! I think. A large part of me is relieved he’s home. Then he can fuck me and do anything he likes to me and I can get out of this uncomfortable position.

The doorknob turns for a few rotations, and then stops, meeting resistance. My heart freezes. Nicholas would have the key, right? Alyssa would have given it to him, surely. But something jiggles at the door, as if someone is manipulating the lock.

Then the door opens. Footsteps pad on the carpet.

I raise my head fearfully and try to crane as much as my neck as possible to look at my visitor. My heart bolts to my throat as I gaze up at the curious and bemused face of Paul Greco.