Interview With Kayla Lords, Author of Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

Hey y’all. Do you know Kayla Lords? Well, if you don’t you should. Not only is a Bound_By_Love_cover__Finished (2)blogging friend of mine, but she’s an erotica writer too. And a damn good one at that. The second book in her Sir and Babygirl series comes out today and I’m so excited! Here’s what it’s about (from the backcover…)

In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.

I was lucky enough to get an early release copy of Kayla’s newest book and damn, it’s pretty hot. If you want to read a piece, stick around… There’s a snippet at the end of this post!

As an inspiring erotica writer, I’m constantly researching writers and writing and the writing process. And Kayla was lovely enough to let me ask her a few questions about her own experience as an erotica writer.

Here’s a little bit more about Kayla.

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.

A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

And here’s where you can find her.

KaylaLords.com

Kayla’s Facebook 

Kayla’s Twitter 

Kayla’s Tumblr

Kayla’s Goodreads

**And she’s for hire… just sayin’…**

Interview with Kayla Lord

  1. When did you realize you wanted to write erotica?

I knew I wanted to write erotic stuff (for lack of a better term) when I was a vanilla blogger. I was lurking on all kinds of blogs – mostly D/s, all very sexy – and I wanted to join the conversation. My blog started out as a place to chronicle my adventures in masturbation but also as a way to write the sexual stories that had been playing in my head for years. I didn’t think I’d publish erotic and I certainly didn’t know it would ever focus on BDSM and dominance and submission (D/s), but I knew I had to write it all down to get it out of my head.

  1. What do you think is the biggest misconception people have about erotica writers?

I think there’s a couple. We’re not having rowdy sex all day long (God, I wish!) and we’re not selling a million copies. In a given month, if I sell 15-20 copies of one title, I am a VERY happy woman. The more you write, the more you sell – but I’m not one of those authors who can churn out books every month.

  1. If you could spend a day with any author, living or dead, who would it be?

Ok, so here’s the problem. I’m a certified, classic introvert. I’m leery of spending time with anyone, lol. But, that being said, it would be a toss up between Christine Feehan and Diana Gabaldon. I know, I know, I was probably supposed to say Hemingway or Steinbeck. Whatever – I read them in high school and college, and they were great, but they don’t inspire me. Feehan’s Dark Carpathian series is amazing. She writes about Dominant males who want their women to be submissive (it doesn’t always work out for them, lol). And I would kill for Gabaldon’s ability to describe a hot sexual scene the way she does. She almost never actually mentions a single direct word of any body part but you know exactly what she means. She’s brillant!

  1. What’s your creative process like? Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Here’s how little I know about the mechanics of being an author – I had to look that up. I’m a combination of both, I guess. I don’t have a written outline and I don’t always know where my characters are going or what they’re going to do from day to day, but I do know how it all ends – eventually. The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl started from random blog posts on my website and then I added the stories of building their relationship when I decided to do something with the blog posts. Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love was written story by story with only one being used from old blog posts. The next two books are mentally planned out – I basically know what will happen – but the details and the circumstances of each story will come to me as I write.

  1. As a writer, what do struggle with most?

Time. Such a precious commodity and there’s never enough of it. I work as a full-time writer now but the paying jobs are in the vanilla world so those have to be my priority. My boys (9 and 5) no longer go to daycare before and after school so I have distractions in the afternoon when I should have time to write erotica. I also don’t handle distraction well so attempting to write sultry, erotic BDSM scenes with little boys being little boys in the background can be very difficult. I write a little bit at a time when I can. And when it gets really bad, I hole up in my bedroom (thanks to John) and block everyone out for a few hours. I tell myself it will get better once both boys are in school full time, but I think this is just how I’ll write until they’re much older.

  1. Are Jonathan and Katie’s relationship based on you and John?

The characters Sir and Babygirl began on my blog when I couldn’t admit to myself or the world that I was a babygirl – and long before I could admit to John that I wanted him to be my Daddy. So Sir and Babygirl became my written fantasy of us and morphed from there. The details of their relationship are different from ours but Katie’s emotions are all mine. Every doubt, every insecurity, every rush of love and lust – that’s all me.

  1. What do you think Jonathan and Katie can teach others about D/s?

What I hope people learn is that before there’s Dominance and submission, there are two people trying to navigate a relationship. D/s adds a level of eroticism, kink, and depth to the relationship but they’re two people finding love and figuring out how to deal with that. But I also want people to learn that D/s isn’t all whips, chains, and torture (although that’s fun). Sometimes it’s just one person being in charge and it’s always (at least it should be) two people taking care of one another who just happen to have great, kinky sex.

  1. What happens next with Jonathan and Katie?

Well, as a certain someone pointed out to me (*cough-cough*), we need to meet their families and learn about that dynamic so that will happen soon. And believe me, between my family and John’s, I’ve got a TON of material to work with on character personalities and situations.

  1. How far do you think their story will go? 

At some point, they’ll need to take their relationship to a new, more meaningful level, and I’ll write about that, too. I won’t write Sir and Babygirl forever, but I feel a need to tell their love story from beginning to end.

10.  If you could tell people one thing about BDSM and the D/s                        lifestyle, what would it be?

Only one thing? There’s so much I would love to tell people. It’s not abuse. It’s not a mark against feminism (for female submissives). It’s not demeaning or damaging. For those of us who have an inate need to dominate or submit, it’s a final puzzle piece of who we are as human beings. While the sexual satisfaction is nice (and important), it’s not the only reason people enter the D/s lifestyle or even practice BDSM. I have a need to serve someone I trust completely and a desire to be taken care of (yes, I am completely capable of taking care of myself, I do it fairly well when necessary). I also need to take care of and serve someone stronger than myself. I don’t want to be in charge. I don’t want to have the final say (note, I said final). Good, solid D/s relationships are partnerships – even if the outside world can’t see it. Nothing happens without the submissive’s ultimate consent and the responsibility lies with the dominant. That’s not for everyone, and that’s ok, but for those of us who discover who we are after so long not understanding our own urges, ignoring them, or simply denying them, this lifestyle is like coming home.

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If you like erotica, this is a good one! Here’s some places you can get it.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

All Romance

Excerpt from Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

 

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.

She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.

Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before -

“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.

“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.

Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”

She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.

“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.

He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.

With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.

“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.

He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.

“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.

In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.

“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”

Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”

With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.

They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.

“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”

“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.

“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”

“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”

Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”

“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

#Masturbation Monday: He thought I was asleep

Not my best piece, but it is what it is.

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He must have thought I was asleep. The room had been quiet for nearly an hour, both of us underneath the covers on opposite sides of the bed.

When I felt his weight shifting, I figured he was finally dosing off and was surprised when I heard the telltale rustle of blankets instead of his deepening breath. I rolled on to my stomach to try and sneak a better view. Glancing out from my pillow, I wanted to see if he was doing what I thought he was doing.

He stalled at my movement and glanced in my direction. But with my breathing steady and my body still, he ignored the distraction.

I watched in awe as the blankets moved, imagined his hand touching his cock, rubbing his balls, pulling and squeezing his shaft. My mouth watered.

His breathing became rapid when the repetitive blanket movements started. I could see his rhythm, but I wanted more. I wanted to see the hand wrapped around him, the tight strokes he uses, the pre-cum gathering at his tip.

In a desperate attempt to see more, I moved, still pretending sleep, but pulled the covers with me. A quick glance showed him initially reach for the blanket, then forgoing it for the moment. I smiled.

Without the restriction of the blanket, he became more aggressive, gripping hard, the head of his cock almost purple. I watched with fascination as a small bead of fluid pooled at the head and he used his thumb to pull it down onto his cock.

My breathing started to increase, matching his, and I clenched my pussy muscles together, trying to release just a bit of the building pressure.

His left hand reached down to his balls, where he cupped them, wrapping his thumb and finger around the top before tugging and I heard his breath catch and a small, quiet moan escape his lips. I had to bite mine own to stop my noises.

His hand started moving faster, so quick it was a blur in the dim room. I watched in amazement as both hands pulled harder, so hard I’d think it’d hurt. My gaze went to his face, and I watched as his eyes closed, moments before his back arched off the bed. I saw the pleasure begin to peak on his face  and knew he was close to cumming.

Aroused beyond comprehension, and feeling a little left out, I moved quickly and dropped my lips and mouth over his cock. I felt his jolt of surprise, but he was too close, too far gone for my warm, wet mouth. With both hands, he pushed my head down, forcing his cock deep into my throat and came, jets upon jets of warm cum swarmed into my mouth and down my throat.

Once his pace slowed, I backed off his member. He looked at me in surprise and opened his mouth to speak. I laid a single finger across his lips and whispered “Shh,” before laying down beside him, my head on his chest and my hand holding his now softening member.

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Head on over to Kayla’s and check out what everyone else is getting off to this week!

Congrats to Ann!!

Just a quick shout out to Miss Ann St. Vincent, the winner of Never Have I Ever, the first ever game here on LSAM. It was a hell of a two days!winner

I would also like to thank ‘Tis, who came in second, and everyone else who played along over the weekend. If you missed it, you should go check it out. It was a pretty good damn time.

And in case you don’t want to read through the 200+ comments to see who everyone was, I’ve include the list with the bloggers below.

And yes, this was a blast, but remember folks, what this is all about. Community. So if you can, take a few minutes today and click on one of the bloggers below that you don’t know. Read them. See what they’re about. Maybe even click that little follow button.

Just sayin’.

And one last time, thank you all for reading, playing and just being you!

*hugsandkisses*

~caitlyn

NEVER HAVE I EVER….

1.‘Tis … had sex in a car. I know this is elementary in nature, but it’s like being a 40 year old virgin not having this one crossed off my list.

2. Dawn D… fucked more than one person. I would definitely like to enjoy more than one person, and am particularly interested in having two men take advantage of me. I’m not too fussy as to how they should use me, it could be one taking possession of my mouth while the other fucks my pussy or my arse doggy style, or it could be a double penetration type of thing, one in my arse the other in my cunt.

3. Accidental Masturbator… been to a swingers party. I can’t say if I’d want to fuck any other guests or be prepared to share my SO, but I’d love to watch other guests fucking each other, and to be watched as I masturbated. Having an audience while I had sex with my SO might be fun too, especially if we could watch them having sex. Like porn, but better.

4. Kayla Lords …masturbated for an audience of more than one person.

5. Elle … had a threesome. What does it say about me that I can even start with that? I’ll tell you. It says I had some fun back in the day, however, that is all about to change as some new adventures are on the horizon. Life is good.

6. The Aging Sub …used an anal hook, but I’m curious. Especially if he’d incorporate it into the rope tie and include my braid.

7. Hyacinth Jones …had 3 men in 1 day.

8. Marian Green …been a “kept” woman. You know… the kind in old romantic (not romance) books who are doted on and whisked away to lovely places across Europe. But I would like to experience that. For a bit. I’ve also never taken a transatlantic cruise. Which I would enjoy as well. It’s so pre-war.

9. Anisa …met another sex blogger in person. I really want to meet some of you gorgeous people! And hug you!

10. Ann St. Vincent …been double penetrated by two men at the same time.

11. Spacefreedomlove …1. had sex with a woman, 2. dominated my husband in the bedroom, 3. had a threesome, 4. had group sex. I haven’t lived!

12. H.H. …had sex on an airplane (although I did masturbate many times up in the air).

13. Rincewind  …indulged in a lovely redhead but done blue, brunette, blonde and pink lovelies but never ever a sexy redhead. Oh the shame :)

14. The Lovely Wife …bathed in a tub of warm milk, dressed up as Cleopatra, having my husband sitting on the edge with honey on his fingers, licking it off him, him draping me in a silk dressing gown after drying me with a fluffy towel and carry me to the bedroom.

15. Cara Thereon …had anal sex.

16. Ginger … gone to a nude beach.

17. Me…been able to convenience my hubby to let me peg him.

18. Scarlett Dubois …had sex with a woman. I have a profound appreciation for women, and perhaps its a bias feeling since I am also a woman. But I still haven’t found the bravery to actually begin speaking to a woman with the intent of having sex, even though I fantasize about it constantly.

19. Theo Black …made love to my baby in a semi-public place. Something involving water – the ocean, a lake, a swimming pool.  Here’s one scenario that would do it for me.  We’re going to Mexico next summer, and we’re staying in a beachside town. One night I want us to load up on tequila and cerveza like it’s high school, and wander down to the Pacific in our tourist outfits, the shorts and flowered shirts and straw hats.  I want us to stop and make out in the moonlight for about 15 minutes before I start peeling her clothes off.  She’ll probably hesitate and slap my hand away, but she’ll be drunk enough that when I pull her hand down to the bulge in my shorts she’ll rub it for a minute and then open my fly and squeeze my dick one time before stripping my clothes off while I remove her shorts, shirt, and what–no bra, no panties?  We’ll run out into the ocean, then swim out about chest high where we’ll make out some more and I’ll lick salt water off her nipples and she’ll wrap her legs around my waist and ease herself onto me slowly while the sound of guitars floats across the water to where I’m drowning in the pleasure of the Cabo Corientes moon reflected in her eyes.

20. Dawn (as in pivoine68)… been with two men at the same time. Not so long ago, I would not have wanted to be. I can multi-task in certain situations. I can talk on the phone for an hour while preparing an elaborate meal. I can sometimes walk and chew gum too…depending on the flavor and the height of my heels. Fuck and suck, doing both well, I don’t think that I would really be capable. One side of that story would be done poorly if I was more or less unable to breath. I am sure of it.
In recent months, a lover has introduced me to a new practice, a back-door entrance method that had always been closed before his appearance in my life. I guess that no one else before him knew how to go about it, much less make me crave it like one craves a pizza during a starvation diet. But there is a hitch. Double-dipping! While engaged in this new sport, I start to desire regular frontal combat. Without rapid condom changing, a nasty infection is not far down the road. As I have no time to waste on medical ailments, I am inclined to come up with a new plan. I understand that for men, condoms in general are sort of boner-squelching aspect of modern-day sexuality. Which leads me to why I am now thinking that there may be a certain Nirvana to be found having one behind and one in front. Plus, it sounds so incredibly selfish, being filled so completely. So, never have I ever been with two men….but I’d like to.

21. Warm Creme …enjoying a “mixed” creampie (having another man’s semen mixed in with mine). Hmm. Since we don’t expand our bed to include others, that is a fantasy that will remain a “never.”

**Hope y’all had as much fun as I did**

9:30 pm Recap: Never Have I Ever

Oh. My. God.

What a day! Thank you all sooo much for playing today. It was a blast, although I think it may have damage to some of our productivity!!

Here’s where the game stands as of right now. There were 21 bloggers that contributed Never Have I Evers. That might not sound like a lot, but believe me, it is. I highly doubt (although I could be wrong) that there wasn’t one blogger that knew everyone. There were so many times I was glad I wasn’t playing!!

The game opened at 12:03 pm and as of now (9:30 pm) there have been 134 comments. Whew! I could barely keep up!

Theo Black and Rincewind are at the bottom with 1 correct guess. Spacefreedomlove has 2. Anisa and Accidental Mastubator are smack-dab in the middle with 3. Marian Green has 4.

And then there’s Ann St. Vincent and ‘Tis, both coming in strong with 6 (at last count they both had 5, but both had 6 before that, therefore I’m assuming they’ve got 6 and that’s just their sneaky strategy).

Special props to Warm Creme and Dawn (as in pivoine68) for trying to guess, but they just weren’t able to get there.

Yet.

Yes, that’s right, I’m leaving the game open until Monday, so if you haven’t started playing, it’s not too late.

Although I will say I won’t be able to respond like I did today, but I’ll do regular check ins and respond to comments as soon as possible.

And there will be a prize! Maybe not a big one, but a prize nonetheless!

Again, thank you all for playing. I had so much fun and I hope you did too!

*GIANT hugsandkisses*

It’s Game Day: Never Have I Ever!

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It’s finally here. GAME DAY!

I can’t even express how excited I am for this. We’ve got 21 participants, some new, some old and some I’ve just met! Although it takes way more work than I thought it would to host something like this (props to all of you with your own memes), I’ve loved it! And I hope you do too!!

So here’s how it’s going to go down. First off, you’ll find the “Never Have I Evers” below. Beneath those is everyone who is playing. Try to figure out which Never Have I Ever belongs to which blogger.

I think we are gonna try and play the game in the comments. I’ll be checking in regularly to keep the game moving  and in case any comments end up in spam. I’ll respond to the comments by letting you know how many are right and how many are wrong. We’ll see how it goes.

And remember anyone can play! This game isn’t limited to bloggers only. Everyone should jump on in!

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**These rules are subject to change. As this is my first time hosting a game like this, I’m not exactly sure how to do it. We’re going to try it this way to start, but I may change it as I see necessary.**

FIRST RULE ADDITION: I won’t tell you how many you have right, unless you’ve guessed on at least 5 different bloggers. That way I’m not eliminating a specific blogger with single guesses. I hope that makes sense!

Without further ado, here we go!

NEVER HAVE I EVER…

1. … had sex in a car. I know this is elementary in nature, but it’s like being a 40 year old virgin not having this one crossed off my list.

2. … fucked more than one person. I would definitely like to enjoy more than one person, and am particularly interested in having two men take advantage of me. I’m not too fussy as to how they should use me, it could be one taking possession of my mouth while the other fucks my pussy or my arse doggy style, or it could be a double penetration type of thing, one in my arse the other in my cunt.

3. … been to a swingers party. I can’t say if I’d want to fuck any other guests or be prepared to share my SO, but I’d love to watch other guests fucking each other, and to be watched as I masturbated. Having an audience while I had sex with my SO might be fun too, especially if we could watch them having sex. Like porn, but better.

4. …masturbated for an audience of more than one person.

5. … had a threesome. What does it say about me that I can even start with that? I’ll tell you. It says I had some fun back in the day, however, that is all about to change as some new adventures are on the horizon. Life is good.

6. …used an anal hook, but I’m curious. Especially if he’d incorporate it into the rope tie and include my braid.

7. …had 3 men in 1 day.

8. …been a “kept” woman. You know… the kind in old romantic (not romance) books who are doted on and whisked away to lovely places across Europe. But I would like to experience that. For a bit. I’ve also never taken a transatlantic cruise. Which I would enjoy as well. It’s so pre-war.

9. …met another sex blogger in person. I really want to meet some of you gorgeous people! And hug you!

10. …been double penetrated by two men at the same time.

11. …1. had sex with a woman, 2. dominated my husband in the bedroom, 3. had a threesome, 4. had group sex. I haven’t lived!

12. …had sex on an airplane (although I did masturbate many times up in the air).

13. …indulged in a lovely redhead but done blue, brunette, blonde and pink lovelies but never ever a sexy redhead. Oh the shame :)

14. …bathed in a tub of warm milk, dressed up as Cleopatra, having my husband sitting on the edge with honey on his fingers, licking it off him, him draping me in a silk dressing gown after drying me with a fluffy towel and carry me to the bedroom.

15. …had anal sex.

16. … gone to a nude beach.

17. …been able to convenience my hubby to let me peg him.

18. …had sex with a woman. I have a profound appreciation for women, and perhaps its a bias feeling since I am also a woman. But I still haven’t found the bravery to actually begin speaking to a woman with the intent of having sex, even though I fantasize about it constantly.

19. …made love to my baby in a semi-public place. Something involving water – the ocean, a lake, a swimming pool.  Here’s one scenario that would do it for me.  We’re going to Mexico next summer, and we’re staying in a beachside town. One night I want us to load up on tequila and cerveza like it’s high school, and wander down to the Pacific in our tourist outfits, the shorts and flowered shirts and straw hats.  I want us to stop and make out in the moonlight for about 15 minutes before I start peeling her clothes off.  She’ll probably hesitate and slap my hand away, but she’ll be drunk enough that when I pull her hand down to the bulge in my shorts she’ll rub it for a minute and then open my fly and squeeze my dick one time before stripping my clothes off while I remove her shorts, shirt, and what–no bra, no panties?  We’ll run out into the ocean, then swim out about chest high where we’ll make out some more and I’ll lick salt water off her nipples and she’ll wrap her legs around my waist and ease herself onto me slowly while the sound of guitars floats across the water to where I’m drowning in the pleasure of the Cabo Corientes moon reflected in her eyes.

20. … been with two men at the same time. Not so long ago, I would not have wanted to be. I can multi-task in certain situations. I can talk on the phone for an hour while preparing an elaborate meal. I can sometimes walk and chew gum too…depending on the flavor and the height of my heels. Fuck and suck, doing both well, I don’t think that I would really be capable. One side of that story would be done poorly if I was more or less unable to breath. I am sure of it.
In recent months, a lover has introduced me to a new practice, a back-door entrance method that had always been closed before his appearance in my life. I guess that no one else before him knew how to go about it, much less make me crave it like one craves a pizza during a starvation diet. But there is a hitch. Double-dipping! While engaged in this new sport, I start to desire regular frontal combat. Without rapid condom changing, a nasty infection is not far down the road. As I have no time to waste on medical ailments, I am inclined to come up with a new plan. I understand that for men, condoms in general are sort of boner-squelching aspect of modern-day sexuality. Which leads me to why I am now thinking that there may be a certain Nirvana to be found having one behind and one in front. Plus, it sounds so incredibly selfish, being filled so completely. So, never have I ever been with two men….but I’d like to.

21.  …enjoying a “mixed” creampie (having another man’s semen mixed in with mine). Hmm. Since we don’t expand our bed to include others, that is a fantasy that will remain a “never.”

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And here are the bloggers who are playing….

Cara Thereon

Accidental Masturbator

Rincewind 

Anisa

Marian Green

Dawn (as in pivoine68)

Spacefreedomlove

Warm Creme

‘Tis

Hyacinth Jones

Kayla Lords

Ginger

Scarlett Dubois

Ann St. Vincent

Elle

The Lovely Wife

Theo Black

Dawn D

The Aging Sub

H.H.

caitlyn mcconnell (that’s me)

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

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Friday (9/26/14) is Boobday!

It’s that time again. Yep, you guessed it: the last Friday of the month, which means it’s BOOBDAY!

Woot! Woot!

(Okay, I’m a dork. I’m not sorry.)

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Showing some team spirit!

*hugs and kisses*

And make sure to stop over at Hy’s place and check out all the other girls in their t-shirts!

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Check this out. It’s one of my favorites.

Reminder: Never Have I Ever This Friday!

I’ve already received a handful of entries for this Friday’s game, Never Have I Ever, but the more the better! So in case you missed it the first time, or if you don't judgejust forgot, this is just a friendly reminder to get me your entries before it’s too late!

So here’s the DL. Email me something you’ve never done. It doesn’t have to be sexually explicit, although most are. Think something up and get it to me before Thursday (lovesexandmarriageblog@gmail.com). On Friday, sometime mid-morning, the game will go live and will stay open until Monday at noon.

Come on. You know you wanna play. It’ll be fun. *nothing like some good old fashion peer pressure!*

Thanks everyone!

*hugs and kisses*

~caitlyn

PS-If you’ve already submitted and did not hear back from me yet, that means I didn’t get your email. Try again!

Blog Tour for Submissions: Erotica for Women

When I was asked by Cleis Press to review  Submission: Erotica for book_imageWomen edited by Alex Algren, I couldn’t refuse. Cleis Press is one of my favorite erotica publishers and who doesn’t like free books!

Submission is a compilation of 6 erotica shorts all sharing the central theme of female submission. The introduction discusses submission and what it said resonated with me: “As any experienced bottom will tell you, submission
is so much more than just surrendering yourself,
mind, body, and soul, to pleasure—it’s an art form.
Your body becomes a canvas upon which your master
paints his every desire using the implements of twisted
pleasure—floggers, ropes, belts, canes. With the proper
technique, your body turns from a blank canvas into a
beautiful portrait of passion, a mélange of reds, pinks,
and purples.”

The 6 stories range from a beginners first time being tied up to overcoming fears and pushing limits. Each story has a dominate man who takes things into his own hands for his own pleasure, and *damn* just about each one of them made me cream my jeans.

So instead of blathering on and on, I’ve included a brief excerpt for you. This is from the 3rd story in the book, “Reclaiming” by Teresa Noelle Roberts.

 When I was pretty sure her brain was as far away as it had been when she was half a world away, I casuallyasked, “Whose foot is this?”

She giggled, either because it seemed like a ridiculous question or because what I was doing at that second tickled. So I repeated the question, a little more forcefully, running my nails down her instep.

So lovely, seeing her muscles tense and shift under her smooth, gleaming skin at the stronger sensation.

This time she got it. “It’s my foot,” she said slowly,“but it belongs to you.”

If you don’t live the way we do, that may sound like crazy talk—but the words were what I wanted to hear.

It took longer than I would have liked. But it was the correct answer, so I rewarded her by sucking and nibbling on her pretty toes, kissing her arches, occasionally digging in with my knuckles against the fleshy parts to give a jolt of stronger sensation.

Seems she wasn’t the only one who needed a refresher. I’d forgotten, if I’d ever known, how much she liked having her feet played with. She squirmed and giggled and moaned and made little pleading noises. I knew they were pleas for stepping up the action, for moving my kisses up her leg, but I chose to take them as pleas to continue what I was doing.

I liked looking up and seeing her spread open, her pussy lips slick and swollen and oozing honey, her clit so stiff that the shiny titanium ring stood at attention, her cunt occasionally pulsing from need.

My dick was pulsing too, eager to enter her, to sense my slave’s more-than-willing body moving under me, to feel her cunt convulse around me until I exploded.

We doms are always reminding our slaves that they need to be patient. But that’s a lesson that goes both ways. In the state I was in, I wouldn’t last long once I was inside Deirdre, and I had a point to make before I could do that.

So I made myself be patient and worked on her feet for a while longer, until I think both of us were ready to lose our minds.

“Whose feet are these?” I asked her again.

And this time Deirdre answered without hesitation, “Yours, Master.”

With that, I kissed and bit my way up her right leg.

Slowly.

Lavishing attention on all of it, not just the obvious places like the back of her knee and the exquisitely sensitive skin of her inner thigh, but the bits I usually ignore: her shinbone; the lovely, rounded swell of her calf muscle; her knobby knees.

“Whose leg is this?” I asked, just before I pressed my lips into the hollow at the top of her thigh.

“Yours, Master.” Her voice was shaky with need and hope, hope that I would move from there to her aching clit.

I didn’t. I licked away some of the glistening juices that had dripped onto her thigh, spent a little while glorying in the rich, musky smell of her arousal. Then I moved to her other leg and reclaimed that one in the same slow, painstaking way.

This time, I left bite marks on her thighs. And this time when I asked my question, her “Yours, Master,” was a growl. Her body arched as she said it, opening her legs even more, pressing her hips against the air as she had against me, and I could tell that even a slight touch between her legs would bring her off.

I couldn’t promise it wouldn’t bring me off too. Just feeling her sweet clit and pussy under my lips and fingers, seeing and hearing her convulse in orgasm, was about to push me over the edge.

My whole body felt hard and sensitive as my cock— and that included places like my elbows. Even my hair felt as if it was on fire, sensitized as the air moved over it.

And if I felt like that, I could only imagine how my poor, lucky slave felt, teased like this after a few weeks without even the solace of her own fingers.

Just what I wanted.

So I continued working my way up her sweet body. I took possession of her hipbones.

Her belly, that soft little curve between her belly button and her mound, the one she hated and I adored.

Belly button, upper abs, ribs. All mine.

The valley between her breasts. Definitely mine, and I played with fire to brush my cock there until we were both trembling and I had to resort to thinking about something, anything, else. (Monty Python routines. Dinner options. Whether I’d paid the cable bill yet.)

Neck. First my hand, gentle but firm, across her throat. “Mine,” I growled. “Even your breath is mine.” The other hand over her mouth and nose for just a second. No more than that, but she convulsed as if she was about to come. Light nibbles and nips where the skin showed in business clothes, and a hard, claiming bite where it wouldn’t. Mine. Definitely mine.

Shoulders. Biceps and triceps. The sensitive inside of her elbows. The more delicate muscles of her forearms.

Fingers. Here I slowed down even more, sucking, nibbling, reducing her to incoherent pleas.

God, how I wanted to take those spit-slicked fingers and wrap them around my cock, order her to jerk me off—not that I thought she’d need an order to get the idea, but we’d both get even hotter from my saying it.

I took a deep breath, counted to ten.

Then worked back up her arm and down, down to her breast.

Hovered there. Sunk my teeth in. Teeth and tongue and lips all working on her pink, swollen nipple, and this time, “Yours, Master” bubbled from her lips unprompted. “Yoursyoursyours” as her hips thrust up and her eyes glazed over, and she came.

Sweet Jesus, I don’t think I’d ever seen her come before without being touched, somehow, between the legs. Close, sure, like she’d been with my hand on her throat, but not actually going over the edge without a cock inside her or fingers, a tongue, or a toy on her clit.

That did it.

I positioned myself between her legs.

I slid my eager cock over her cunt lips, still twitching from orgasm.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, Master.”

 

#Masturbation Monday: Last Call

Jen heard the bartender call last call at the same moment she realized she’d drank just a little too much and the room was starting to tilt. “Fuck,” she murmured, hoping the spinning wouldn’t start before she got home safe.

She decided to forgo a final drink and instead ordered a water, a desperate attempt to try and sober up before she had to leave. She sat in a corner booth next to the dance floor and watched as the DJ played the final numbers of the night. Jen loved to watch people dance, their bodies moving together as one, joined by some primal instinct.

Her eyes fell to a couple that looked to be in their early 30’s. He was tall and blonde and she was curvy with long straight hair. They moved with a knowing of one another’s body, hands moving without thinking about where they were touching.

Jen watched as the woman turned around and pressed her back to her partner. She saw his hands grab onto her hips and pull her back against him, her ass tight against his groin. The vision made Jen moan and she wondered if his cock was hard, if she could feel it pressed against her cheeks.

Jen shifted in her seat, her panties starting to dampen. “Damn,” she thought, “I must be drunker than I thought.” She looked around her and realized she was the only one sitting in her area. Her dark area. Alone in a dark area in the bar, where no one could see what she was doing. She gushed at the thought.

She continued to watch the couple on the dance floor, the woman now grinding her ass against her partner while she moved up and down on his body. Jen shifted so her legs were under the table, and pressed her hand against her pussy, still covered in jeans. She clenched. I can’t believe I’m doing this! But when she looked back up at her couple, she saw that the woman was leaning back against him, her eyes closed, while he kissed up and down her neck, his hands roaming her upper body.

Jen’s nipples tightened at the sight and she unsnapped her jeans, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. She slipped her fingers underneath her panties and sighed when she felt how wet her pussy was. Her eyes closed for a moment while her fingers ran up and down her slit, spreading her moisture.

She looked back out to her couple and was pleased to see they, too, seem to be oblivious to their audience. The woman was still leaning against him, but his hands were now on her breasts, massaging and gently pulling on her nipples, now visible even in the dark bar. Jen watched as the woman thrust her ass back against him and she knew without a doubt that his cock was hard.

She dipped a finger between her lips, covering it in sticky wetness before she moved it up to circle her clit, now hard and throbbing, wanting attention. She looked back at her couple, still moving together, and watched as one of his hands slipped down between the woman’s legs as the other still played at her breasts. Jen moved her fingers faster, circling and pressing and rubbing as hard as she could while she watched them.

She could feel her muscles starting to clench and knew she was going to cum. She hesitated, remembering where she was and what she was doing and that she should not be doing this here. Although her clit was throbbing and she needed to cum, she started to pull her hand back out of her panties, scared at the consequences if she got caught.

She glanced at her couple one last time and his eyes met hers. She blushed, hard, and tried to turn away, but he nodded at her, like he knew what she was doing. She let out her breath and smiled. She watched as he continued to touch his partner on the floor, and again, he nodded at her, like he was asking her to continue.

“Fuck it,” she thought, her fingers reaching back into her panties. Her pussy was even wetter than before and her muscles were tight. She rubbed herself, even more excited knowing that he was watching her watch them.

His hand gripped harder between the woman’s legs, and Jen watched as her as her breath caught and Jen imagined how good it felt, to feel him behind her with his hands manipulating her body. He pinched her nipple one last time and that pushed Jen over the edge, her teeth biting into her bottom lip to stop her from calling out as her orgasm coursed through her system. She rocked against her fingers, once, twice, three times before the waves started to slow.

She looked up and smiled at him, pulling her hand from her pants and buttoning her jeans. As she stood up to leave, the lights flipped on in the dance floor, signifying the closing of the bar. Jen was grateful of the timing and slipped out the back door unnoticed, not wanting to deal with the embarrassment of seeing the couple in the light.

She unlocked her car and slipped behind the wheel. As she put the keys in the ignition, a tap on her window caused her to jump. Unable to see due to the dark, Jen rolled her window down and was dumbfounded to see his face there.

“Hi,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I’m Mike. My wife’s Kim,” he nodded over his shoulder where the woman was leaning against the truck beside Jen’s car. “We just wanted to know if you were interested in coming back to our place for a night cap…”

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If you enjoyed this, head on over to Kayla Lord‘s and see what everyone else is thinking about while they rub one down!

*hugs and kisses*

I Need a Few Beta Readers

Hey y’all.

I need a favor. I’ve compiled some of my erotica shorts from LSAM into an ebook, and I need a few pair of fresh eyes to look over my edits and tell me if the stories flow right.

If you’ve been reading here for awhile, you’ll recognize the stories, but they’ve been cleaned up.

Anyway, if you’re interested, comment below and I’ll email you the details.

Thanks a bunch!

*hugs and kisses*

~caitlyn