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Naughty erotica, off the beaten path @cpmandara @AblissfulAuthor @DaizieDraper

3/27/2014

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I have three guest today with various shocking types of erotica. So faint of heart...go get your medications. ;p First up is Christina Mandara.
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Author Bio:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

Those in the BDSM world might wonder whether Ms Mandara is a top or a bottom. Is she currently training a herd of pony boys or is she stabled up, in full leather tack, with the pony girls? It's a good question. Answers on a postcard please.
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Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted; the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples, and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second...

If Jenny thought life was hard under the expert tutelage of Mark, being faced with a stable full of sex-starved pony girls poses several more challenges. For instance, how do you bring eleven young women to orgasm in a timely fashion? But to her surprise, tackling the problem with experimentation and enthusiasm, she finds herself enjoying the experience.

When training begins it is anything but enjoyable, however. Harnessed in pony girl tack, her body is encircled with leather, rubber and steel. It nips, chafes and rubs cruelly, especially when she's faced with a morning of naughty games in the exercise yard.

In Book Four of Pony Tales Jenny earns herself several punishments, and is subjected to some very thorough sex indoctrination she has to submit to the whims of her groom, trainers and even the stable-hands. Will rescue arrive or will she have to beg to be released, with nothing more than her body as currency?
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The dark-blue silk tie was fastened in a Windsor knot and the clip of a shiny, bright gold pen could be seen on the outside of his top left breast pocket. She wondered whether it disguised an elegant fountain pen or a boring old biro beneath such a brilliant façade. Her money would be on the fountain pen. These images and thoughts flittered quickly through her mind as she lowered her body to the floor. Her sex hungered for the caress of his fingertips and her body longed for the pain that the paddle would provide. It was disturbing. She was already being indoctrinated to enjoy the perverted goings-on in this place and it was no lie that the orgasms she’d received at Albrecht had been the best of her life. She had a suspicion that within a week, sex outside of the compound would pale unpleasantly in comparison, just as she had been warned. The forced submission messed with her head. One second she hated it and in the next she would begging her captor for more. If it was anyone but Mark, things might have been different. Why did he have to have such an effect on her? And why couldn’t she overcome it? She found herself wanting to be his slave; yearning to cater to his every little whim and desire. Was she nuts? It certainly felt like it. The man had proved himself to be a vicious sadist. She would do well to keep that in mind and make sure her faculties remained intact.

 ‘Open those legs wider.’

She, of course, did exactly as he asked.

‘Wider.’ Using his paddle against her inner thighs he batted at each one in turn until he had spread her legs to his satisfaction.  ‘Lovely.’ He gave her a friendly swat with the paddle, just to watch her squirm. ‘Are you wet, Petal?’

‘Yes.’ Whilst wincing at his use of her new name, she saw no point in lying, knowing full well he would probably check if she replied in the negative.

Another smack was delivered to each cheek, both of which had begun to take on a delicate pink tone. Jenny squirmed. He sank to his knees beside her. Facing the opposite direction to her, he used one hand to toy with her clamped nipples whilst the other used the paddle to exacting effect. ‘I love the sound of these,’ he said, flicking the tiny bells over and over with his fingers. ‘So tiny, so sweet. And I love watching your ass redden under my paddle; the rosy hue you wear becomes you.’ As if to emphasize his point, the paddle rained down blows in a smacking frenzy.

Jenny snorted in response. Though his blows were beginning to warm up her flesh, they had yet to cause any harm.

‘Oh, you think not?’

He grabbed a handful of her ass and dug his fingers in. ‘Do you like the feel of this paddle against your skin?’

‘Yes.’

The whispered word was music to his ears. ‘I’m going to have a lovely Mahogany paddle carved just for you. ‘We’ll emblazon your name all over it. We’ll have to, as it’s so bloody long. Pretty Pink Petals is quite a mouthful. Or we could shorten it to ‘Pet.’ There’d be room for a sentence then. How about: ‘Pet’s Punisher?’ It has a certain, naughty ring to it.’ He drew his free hand away and aimed the paddle at her ass once again, swishing it quickly from left to right and making sure that each successive stroke was harder than the last. He wanted to hear beautiful sounds coming from her lips, which were at present tightly closed. They wouldn’t be for long.

Jenny wiggled. Then she squirmed. Finally, she danced. It wasn’t just her backside, her whole body rotated and jiggled. The paddle was relentless. Its fiery heat was spreading warmth through her flesh that she had no control over. The sensation of being spanked, with her legs wide open and ready to be taken by this man, was exquisite. She wanted to be firmly under his thumb. She wanted to feel his cock grazing for entrance at her swollen core and she wanted to be taken. He could be hard, rough, slow, gentle; any of these ways and more. She wanted it all. She would take it all. When his hand finally stopped pounding at her ass and his hand dipped down the valley of her asscheek, she bleated like a new-born lamb. She was hungry. So very hungry.

Mark had much the same yearnings as Jenny, but he wanted to see to her pleasure first. Proceeding to slide two conjoined digits, his middle and index, from the entrance of her pussy to the nub of her clit he made tiny, slippery journeys with them, forwards and back. A loud and wanton groan burst from her lips. He pulled his fingers away from her sex and reached around her face, sliding the sticky mess across her cheek. Bravely he inserted them inside her mouth, which had been wide open and panting with exertion. He braced himself for a bite. Without being asked, however, she sucked upon them, cleaning up the mess she had made and providing his fingers with yet more lubrication. It was almost too good to be true. Using the gooey liquid to expert effect, his fingers circled her clit, rubbing in concentric circles and drawing out low moans of pleasure. His little pony was most definitely in heat. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he purred in her ear.

‘I want…’ She couldn’t help but let out another groan of frustration as his fingers moved faster around her most sensitive sexual organ. ‘I want…’ Again they increased in speed and Jenny found it nearly impossible to catch her breath. ‘I want to get…’ Yet another cry of torment was wrenched from her.

‘Laid?’ Mark laughed and the sound echoed around the rafters of the cold, brick barn.

‘Out of here,’ Jenny finished, inordinately pleased that she’d managed to finish her sentence.

The fingers stopped. They hovered, motionless, a few millimetres above her clitoris. She mewled in protest.

‘You are a stubborn one, aren’t you?’ Mark rolled his eyes.

‘I might have heard that mentioned before, yes.’ A series of complaintive squeaks left her lips.

‘And just what would you offer me, to get that little butt out of here?’

Jenny swung her head around, wondering if he was serious or not. When her eyes connected with his face there was no smile in sight. She managed to whisper, ‘What do you want?’ Whilst she still fully expected to be rescued, it wasn’t a bad idea to have a reserve plan in place. Besides, curiosity had gotten the better of her. What did he want? The fingers started again, slowly but surely. They meandered over the hills and valleys of her sex and pressed, dipped, plunged and stroked. Sublime did not even begin to describe their expertise. Squirming once more, she could do little but listen to his response in a lust-filled haze.

‘I want everything,’ he replied with quiet conviction. ‘Everything you have to give. Your body. Your mind. Your self-control. Your thoughts. Your will. You would give it all up to me. I would have you as my slave, at my permanent beck and call, to do whatever I wished with. One moment you might dance on my fingers and in the next you might find yourself suspended from my dungeon ceiling. You would accompany me to dinner and talk pleasantries one day, and service the whims of my guests at my home on another. Would you like that? Obeying my every order? Experiencing more pleasure than you ever thought yourself capable of?’ Picking up the paddle again, he began to spank her ass in earnest, whilst his fingers continued their frenzied exploration.

Jenny was fighting two things at once; a turbulent anger that threatened to implode from her chest and her near impending orgasm, which would explode from a lower part of her anatomy. ‘I would rather rot in hell, here,’ she bit out. The sound of laughter only served to infuriate her further.

‘That’s what I thought. The good news is that I can do virtually all the same things to you here. No escape is needed.’ His fingers hummed across her swollen clit with the speed of lightning. Her body desperately craved the release his fingers could provide. She had fallen under his spell with little effort on his part. Jenny ached to be filled. Already imagining his cock, plunging back and forth inside her body, she nearly came on the spot, but his fingers stiffened and held back as soon as they realised how close she was. Jenny screamed and heard her pain ricochet off the walls, mixed with the annoying sound of his laughter.

‘You may come for me, Pet. Now.’ He pulled on the wires that held the dildos embedded inside her and each popped free as she began to scream out her pleasure.

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Next up is Andromeda Bliss, who lives in an erotic world of her own creation filled with fantastical beings on titillating adventures in faraway places. She adores her exotic creations and does not ever want to stop playing with them, so please excuse her distraction. When she drifts back to Earth, she’d be delighted to discuss her work in exquisite, ardent detail. She also takes suggestions on what fantasies readers would like to see next—any excuse for more provocative playtime.
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Book Blurb:

Sasha visits an alien bar looking for exotic excitement and wakes in a strange white room with no memory of how she got there. There is no exit—is this a jail cell? Or a cage? The intriguing reptilian male in the next cell tells her she was abducted and is now the subject of experimentation. But what kind of experiments? When a female alien enters his cell, Sasha witnesses in scorching detail the erotic behavior their captors expect to observe. And she’s his next test partner...

Warning: “Sasha’s Story” is a 10,000+ word erotic short story intended for mature audiences only, with explicit sexual content, graphic language, and sizzling human/alien scenarios that may be shocking to some readers. Enter at your own risk!

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Belatedly Sasha realized she was staring like a voyeur and twisted around, heat flooding her face and rolling down her body in a flush of embarrassment and reluctant lust. She was breathing hard, heart thundering in her chest, skin tingling all over. A light film of sweat dampened her skin as she sat in a daze, trying to come to terms with what she’d seen. A memory of his lean hips driving forward ambushed her and she gasped, nipples tightening to needy buds, pussy clenching emptily and her clit a throbbing knot.

What the hell are you doing? She thought to herself. She’d just found out she was the victim of kidnap and instead of finding a way to escape she was drooling over alien sex in the next cell. Listening to her own harsh breathing, she looked around again desperately. But escaping this featureless little box was going to take a lot more than wishful thinking. It looked completely solid, not a seam or crack, nothing. Not even the shelf with the glass, the wall now a blank white expanse.

When had that happened? Now she had nothing to look at or do except think about what deep shit she was in…and maybe watch the thrills next door. Biting her lip and calling herself a pervert, she shifted restlessly then got to her feet, pacing with her face turned away from the next cell. But she couldn’t help it—she peeked.

The golden-furred female was now straddling him, her stocky legs spread wide and straining, back bowed as she clutched him with all four hands. He was sitting with hands braced behind him, hips off the floor, driving into the female fast and hard. She thrashed and shook, breasts bouncing, jaw working as if she was howling with pleasure.

Shaken, Sasha looked away again and braced a hand on the cold wall. Wow. The little room felt twenty degrees hotter. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she yanked down the zipper of her jumpsuit and blessed the plain undershirt she wore beneath, the breathable fabric letting cool air touch her skin. Shrugging the jumpsuit off her shoulders, she tied the sleeves around her waist and began pacing again, this time grimly steeling herself not to look in the next room. If she did she was afraid she’d stuff a hand down her jumpsuit and join in the festivities...
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Last but not least is Ms Daizie Draper, one of my faves on SatSpanks. ;) Let's see what hotness she is sharing. So she is a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of chocolate with the bite of leather. She likes sensuality, kink, fruit, impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. She hates big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, she has never read 50 Shades of Grey.

Hey me too!!! I'll be 28. ;)
Book Description:

Addison lands smack over the lap of her dream Dom, but Logan wants nothing to do with an obsequious sub who will surely turn him into a nightmare.


When sorority pledge, Addison Montgomery, gets caught chucking eggs at a mansion at the demand of her sisters on Halloween, she's punished by the rich man's son, Logan Thorndike, a hot junior at her college, and they get swept up in the delicious power exchange and a tumultuous squall of passion. Addison is certain Logan is the perfect full-time Dom for her, but he's doing all he can to keep the darker corners of his soul in check. With her chasing him down and not letting up, he tentatively claims her as his because he can't resist her sexy flirtation and naughty behavior that demands a strong dose of correction.

As they engage in loads of hot "funishment" and experience the thrill of D/s and kink, Logan quickly settles into his position over her. But jumping into a BDSM lifestyle, while trying to balance college life and their animalistic lusts, may be way too hot for them to handle. The dark turns and bumps in the road take them both by surprise and threaten to derail everything beautiful they're striving to create.

* * * This 107,700-word collection is the first five books in the 10-part Sorority Pledge Saga, a serialization that follows a rocky romance centered around the edgy bliss of Domination and submission. Please be 18+ and naughty enough for a spanking of your own. * * *
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Logan backed me into the wall with delicate digits against my spiraling tummy. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. Logan’s lips looked so kissable, soft and delicious. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. 

“Third phase is your choice,” he whispered all husky. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent.

Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue.

“Seven hundred and twenty-six,” he muttered.

“Mmm, what?”

“Including hundreds of playfully delivered warm-up slaps, that’s where we’re at.”

“Oh. You counted? Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Indeed. That’s way more than I expected to give you.” His chickadee wings finally reached their destination, stopping and curling right under my soaked flower. “And look what we have here.”

I gasped when two fingers drew lines along my flesh.

He tsked and said, “Syrup on tap, even more than when I last checked.” Logan gently stroked the folds of my slit and covered my mouth with his other hand, shielding a moan when he edged the entrance with little circles. “Shhh, bad girl. How many spanks does it take to make an impact on a spanko who’s loving every minute of her punishment?”

I shrugged, but it morphed into a shiver when the breeze from the opened front door tickled my body and bitch-slapped the internal heat that was so close to consuming me.

“Neither do I. You’ve cried, sure, but not because you’re sorry. The truth is right here.” He looked down on the fondling action and back up, reclaiming my hypnotized stare. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. “Want me to stop?”

Fuck no. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side.

“Didn’t think so.” He released my mouth, placing his curled hand back over my head, but his other touch, building now, had me drowning in desire.

I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall.

“Mmm, you’re so juicy.” He pressed his upper body closer until his lips were tickling my ear. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs.

God, how I wanted this man. My eyes opened wide when I realized I’d hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his pelvis closer. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me.

“Naughty girl.” As he glided his fingers up into me, again and again, he inhaled deeply, his nose right on my skin. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. “Speaking of juicy … you smell like peach. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. It’s such a surprising scent for the dead of fall. Your shampoo or your body spray. Or maybe … it’s just you. Wanna know what I think, Luscious?”

He pulled back from me, but I was a puddle now, still tingling on my ear and in my well of passion. He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty?

“I think your face should get redder than that ass and that embarrassment should linger in your gut for days, so much so, that you don’t even have to recall the event, it’s just there, constantly biting at your bits and making you burn. I think your stomach and legs should tremble so much, you’re convinced they’ve turned to Jell-O. I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. You shouldn’t be here getting your kinky kicks for free on my dime. I can punish you right, but you’d have to follow me into the darkness and do exactly as I ask. It wouldn’t be pretty. That’s option one. Or you can take the safer road and let me top you off at eight hundred with my hand, or a hairbrush perhaps, and you can leave here, knowing you didn’t get the punishment you truly deserved.” He took his hand off my mouth, slid out of my truth and slowly sucked my blabbermouth juice off his fingers. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. “Mmm. You are the peach. If I took a ripened slice, dipped it in butter and sugar and gave it a sprinkle of salt and pepper, it wouldn’t be as delectable, but it would be very close to the taste of you. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison.”

I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.”

His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no backing out.”

“I made my choice and will hold to it.”

“Very well.”

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