Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful 16

This is episode 16 of a series that evolved and expanded to become that very erotic and engrossing ebook, Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful.

In this episode, Jack has been talking to Charmie’s older sister Zerlina, to tell her that Charmie will be safe and cared for in his hands. Zerlina and Jack had once been together, but Zerlina had called it off quite soon, to Jack’s regret. But now she seems, suddenly, to be sexually interested in Jack again. Jack avoids temptation and gets back to Charmie’s bedroom, but it’s by the skin of his teeth.

Unfortunately, I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book is being submitted for sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio. Very soon there’ll be a page where you can choose your favoured book supplier. As soon as it’s up I’ll put the link here!

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful: what’s it about?

Troubled young Charmie Else is a former member of a far-right gang, who came to her senses at least and left. During an interview by Jack Molay, the two of them soon realize that despite their differences they’re attracted to each other. Soon after that they discover that Jack is a Dom and Charmie is submissive. And she has much to atone for.

Charmie begins her atonement, but her sister Zerlina, and friend Lynette, who wants to be more than a friend, arrive. The sexual games become very much more intense, and more complicated… 

A review:

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Get your copy!

I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon. 

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful 15

This is episode 15 of a series that evolved and expanded to become that very erotic and engrossing ebook, Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful.

In this episode, Charmie misbehaves spectacularly at dinner, rubbing her new-found submission in Zerlina’s and Lynette’s faces. Jack eventually sends her to her bedroom. But on his way up, Zerlina stops him. She wants to talk to him, in private. Jack follows Zerlina, into a bedroom that isn’t Charmie’s.

Unfortunately, I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book is being submitted for sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio. Very soon there’ll be a page where you can choose your favoured book supplier. As soon as it’s up I’ll put the link here!

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful: what’s it about?

Troubled young Charmie Else is a former member of a far-right gang, who came to her senses at least and left. During an interview by Jack Molay, the two of them soon realize that despite their differences they’re attracted to each other. Soon after that they discover that Jack is a Dom and Charmie is submissive. And she has much to atone for.

Charmie begins her atonement, but her sister Zerlina, and friend Lynette, who wants to be more than a friend, arrive. The sexual games become very much more intense, and more complicated… 

A review:

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Get your copy!

I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon. 

Frisky business among the Venetian searchlights: Food for Thought Friday

f4tf_button2The Food for Thought Friday people have asked: 

Where is the riskiest/most adventurous place that you have had sex?

Did you get caught?

 

My answer:

Richard Wagner died in his rooms at a palazzo on the Grand Canal in Venice. The locals, naturally, turned this great historical building, rich in artistic associations, into a casino. 

Wagner's old digs. At night

Wagner’s old digs at night. See the dark area on the second floor, towards the left? We were there

A few years ago I went to the Casino de Venezia with Niamh, a girl I’d met in Dublin. Gambling bores me, and she said she didn’t care about casinos one way or the other. But I wanted to have a look at Wagner’s old rooms, and she came along because we were sharing a bed so we might as well share this too. Also, I’d promised and demonstrated that if she didn’t do as she was told I’d smack her arse. So there was that. She was fond of the hairbrush, in particular.

I guess I should admit that I’d answered her ad on Fetlife, once I realised I was going to be in Ireland for a while, so even before we’d met we’d both established that Niamh was a girl who liked doing as she was told. And getting a smacked arse. Anyway, there we both were. Niamh still wore that afternoon’s wonderful summer dress, the top of which was held up mainly by her breasts. I wasn’t so glamorous, since I was in jeans, but at least I had on decent shoes and a jacket. 

Once we were in the top floor I asked a few casino staff where the Wagner rooms were. They didn’t know. They’d never heard of Wagner. If I wanted an explanation of anything you could do with dice and some cards – in public, at least – then they’d be happy to help, but this Wagner fellow … They’d shrug and hold their hands open and empty.

I got annoyed with this, so when I found a closed door I opened it, and when I found a closed curtain I drew it. When I found the back stairs we went down them to the mezzanine floor where Wagner had lived. And died. It turned out that someone had made a Wagner Museum out of Wagner’s old rooms. It was closed of course. Well, it was closed in the sense that it was dark and there was no-one there. But I turned the door handle, and it opened.  

I wondered about security alarms, and decided that I could probably bullshit my way out of trouble if an alarm went off, and I held the door open for her. Then I followed, and after a minute it was clear that if there was an alarm someone had forgotten to switch it on. Italy’s cool like that. 

I moved through the exhibits, feeling a certain mix of excitement and disappointment. Excitement because we’re here, where Wagner lived! And this is his stuff! And disappointment because I’d hoped for some sense of communion and connection. But there wasn’t. There’s his piano, but he’s dead. He’s not here. 

Wagner's Rhinemaidens. They may kill you but it's worth it. Drawing: Arthur Packham (detail)

Wagner’s Rhinemaidens. They may kill you but it’s worth it. Drawing: Arthur Rackham (detail)

But there was a certain kind of homage to the great man when Niamh came back from her exploration. I kissed her, and then pushed her dress down to her waist, so her breasts were bare.

Like a Rhinemaiden’s. Like a Flower Maiden. Then I put light pressure on her shoulders and she sank to her knees, unzipped me and took out my cock. She licked, then kissed my glans, then opened her mouth a little wider. Oddly, it was me who said, “Ahhh.”

So I was standing there, my cock deep in the mouth of a bare-breasted Irish girl, when I heard something. A security guard had walked onto the mezzanine floor. He’d seen us. I put my hands on Niamh’s shoulders and squeezed, to let her feel how pleased I was with her, though my cock was already conveying that information, and to obscure her peripheral vision.

Then I looked at the security guard and shrugged the apologetic Italian shrug. Niamh was still sucking me, oblivious. He considered for a second or two: is a couple having oral sex in the museum likely to steal things? Or are they innocents pursuing innocent and harmless pleasures? He didn’t smile, but he lit a cigarette (yes, I know; it’s an old building) and wandered back to the stairs. 

overthewallLater I pulled out of Niamh’s mouth and took her by the hand. I opened the window out onto the Grand Canal. There was a ledge with a stone barrier. There were also lights lighting up the front of the casino, but they left pools of darkness at the sides of each projector. So that’s where I bent her over, smacked her pretty little ass, and took a condom from my wallet and put it on my cock. And put my cock in her. 

You’d think that was the riskier situation, but it wasn’t. Our view was fantastic, lights and gondolas and vaporetti, and the throng of people, and so was the softness of her cunt and my hardness sliding slowly together, and the gritty stone under her breasts, uncomfortable in the good way, and our urgency slowly building.

It’s a good place to fuck. Venice is a city for lovers, because without us there wouldn’t be the money to pay to preserve all those drowned streets and buildings. So there aren’t many people in Venice, I don’t think, who don’t like the sight of bare breasts joggling while their owner gets pumped from behind.

But they missed out. Even when Niamh and I came, fairly close together, and not completely succeeding in suppressing orgasm noises (we sounded like donkeys coughing), not a soul noticed us. 

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful 14

This is episode 14 of a series that evolved and expanded to become that very erotic and engrossing ebook, Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful.

In this episode, Jack and Charmie are called down to have dinner with Zerlina and Lynette. Jack makes her sit on a hard wooden chair with no pillow, in the hope that that might subdue her a little. But Charmie is as disrespectful as she can manage to her sister and especially to the disapproving Lynette.

It crosses Jack’s mind that Charmie urgently needs another lesson, the painful kind. But if the rest of the house is to get any sleep that night, that justice would have to be delivered in the morning.

Unfortunately, I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book is being submitted for sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio. Very soon there’ll be a page where you can choose your favoured book supplier. As soon as it’s up I’ll put the link here!

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful: what’s it about?

Troubled young Charmie Else is a former member of a far-right gang, who came to her senses at least and left. During an interview by Jack Molay, the two of them soon realize that despite their differences they’re attracted to each other. Soon after that they discover that Jack is a Dom and Charmie is submissive. And she has much to atone for.

Charmie begins her atonement, but her sister Zerlina, and friend Lynette, who wants to be more than a friend, arrive. The sexual games become very much more intense, and more complicated… 

A review:

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Get your copy!

I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon. 

E[lust] 79: Hot links to hot readings!

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Welcome to Elust #79 

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The Joy of Sucking Cock

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The One

Midweek Fantasizing – The Portrait

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Go back to the five and dime, Jimmy Deen, Jimmy Deen

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A kiss is just a kiss
Turning Corners
Another Day, Another Planned Parenthood Visit
My first vanilla date
Want, Need the Power of your Masculinity!
I don’t know how to date.

Erotic Fiction

Soft Lips
The Introduction
Erotic Fiction: “Words”
Darkness and the Rose
Taste
The Session That Went Wrong
Be Careful What You Wish For
Motivation
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The Tube

Erotic Non-Fiction

For You, It’s Always Yes
Gawan: Intro to Flogging
The Talker: An Introduction
My wildest fantasy: Ship slut
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Time for something quick…
Spread Legs and Open Mouth
My Girl in Havana
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To Dude Who Was Offended By Lack of Escort
Try Love, Not Anger
Risky Sex
Why Cosmo is the worst (again!)

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Writing Fat Characters In Erotica

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Limits? (I pissed on a girl, and I didn’t like it.) Food for thought #10

The Food For Thought team has asked these three questions:

Food for thought #10: Limits questions

If4tf_button1s there something, (or things), that you would absolutely say no to in a sexual context?

What are your limits? Are they hard? Soft?

Have your limits changed over time?

Response

I have a personal ad on Fetlife, and I tell readers that I won’t have anything to do with shit, or urine, or knives or pins or sharps. Or animals. I also mention that I’m only interested in women, sexually, and that I’m a dom and I don’t switch. 

All of that’s still true and I feel no need to change any off it. But the edges can get fuzzier than I’d expected when I wrote it. 

For example, I’d prefer to have nothing to do with shit, in a sexual context. But I’ve already mentioned cleaning around the asshole of a girl I’d just buggered, because she’d leaked a bit. That’s not scat, because there was no shit-related pleasure in it for me, or her. It was just a job that needed to be done, quietly and discreetly.

I dealt with it by switching off part of my reaction for the duration. I’ve worked on farms, and I’ve cleaned shit from sheep and cattle, where it’s necessary to prevent flies from breeding. And there’s a mental attitude you get where you do what’s necessary, with a kind of detached benevolence until the necessary is done. So I could refine my statement so it reads, “Well, yes: I’ll deal with shit in some sexual contexts, but not for pleasure.”

I’ve found that I will do things that don’t attract me, if the submissive really wants me to. Once, under severe begging from a submissive girl I was just short of in love with, I pissed in her mouth and then, more generally, on her body. (She’d moved to the bath for the experiment.)

My thought at the time was, “Well, this is a new and unsexy experience, but it is taboo-breaking, isn’t it?”

So I felt that detached irony again: I was there and not-there, simultaneously. There was a kind of kindness there, and I like to be kind, but there was nothing erotic in it for me. But though I pushed that limit, it’s still there. It was a one-off, never repeated. 

I suppose I could amend “I won’t do anything sexual with urine” to read, “I won’t do anything quasi-sexual involving piss ever again.” But then I’d have to tell the story above to explain that, and I don’t feel like it. So I’ll let the current wording stand. It’s still true.

See? Sharp's erotica. Some people like it, but it's not for me.

Sharp’s erotica. Some people like it, but it’s not for me. (Confession: just a cheap joke. I’ve never read any Olive Sharp.)

As for sharps, I have an absolute horror of them. I once got cut quite badly when I was a child. It was just an accident, but to this day I feel a little cold chill in the pit of my stomach whenever I’m confronted with a sharp blade. I don’t let it interfere with anything I have to do, but there’s no way I could make it part of something pleasurable. I won’t cut or stick anyone with a blade, and I expect the same courtesy to be extended to me. 

So there’s no change at all in my attitude to sharps: they’re always off-limits. Oh, and animals are still right out, too. And so are shit and piss. Except that I’ll clean them away when it’s my responsibility.

So I guess my limits can be pushed a little, but they’re still hard limits. 

Terence

No-one really knows what Terence looked like. The Vatican, and Wikipedia, pretend this is his portrait.

Terence is a Roman comic playwright. He borrowed and translated that line from the Greek comic playwright Menander. No-one really knows what Terence looked like. The Vatican, and Wikipedia, pretend this is his portrait.

I’ve always been proud of holding and applying Terence’s line: “Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto”: “I am a human being. I consider that nothing human is foreign to me.”

Sadly, when it comes to getting sexual pleasure from sharps, animals, scat and urine, I’m not only out, myself, but I don’t really see how it could be much fun for anyone else. So although those are still human desires, they’re all still foreign to me.

I think that’s a fault, not a virtue, because it’s a failure of imagination and a lack of empathy. But there it is, anyway. 

 

Charmie’s coming…

Raylene, the belt and some stairs

Raylene, leather and some stairs

It’s time to continue the story of Charmie. Like most stories I try to tell briefly, it’s grown into a saga. I posted the most recent episode back in October 2015.

But the story started with us meeting in Charmie’s kitchen, back in episode 1. That appeared in October 2014. So this is a long story.  

You can read all 66 episodes so far, by buying the ebooks:

 

Governing the Gang Girl 1: The Heat in the Kitchen

Governing the Gang Girl 2: Stair Landing to Heaven

Governing the Gang Girl 3: Sisterhood is Powerful

I recommend buying those books. Of course I’m biased, but there’s some hot stuff and some interesting stuff there. Here’s a brief outline of the story so far.

The story so far 

sexy nazietteThe saga was originally called “Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive”, which was the most click-bait-y name I could think of. But it was also true: Charmie had spent a year or so with a neo-Nazi gang, to punish her mother for getting a new boyfriend. Charmie did come to her senses and get out of there, but when I met her she was still pretty raw from that experience. That explains one part of the title. 

And while she’d been running with the boot boys she’d done some very bad things. She felt bad about them, and in a different way so did I.

If we were going to have a relationship, at some stage we were going to have to deal with that. She needed reasons to forgive herself. 

I began by whipping her ass with a razor strop on the stairs that led up to her bedroom. The odd thing was that when Zerlina, her sister and her friend Lynette turned up unexpectedly during that flogging, Charmie hadn’t run for her room to save herself embarrassment. 

Instead she stayed in position, naked and spectacularly red-arsed, while I talked to her sister and her sister’s extremely disapproving friend. Charmie only got up when I ordered her to go to her room and wait for me. She’d wanted her sister, and maybe Lynette, to see that she was getting whipped and that she obeyed orders. And that she addressed me as “sir”. It was an important statement, that had little to do with me. 

So when Charmie had disappeared into her room I talked to Zerlina, who’d had a thing with me a couple of years back. She knew I was a pervert, though she’d turned down the wondrous possibilities that offered her. I also talked to Lynette, who’d hated me from the second she saw the state of Raylene’s bottom and thighs. 

Anyway, the outcome was that they’d go out for a while, then come back and make dinner while we, er, got things out of our systems. When they’d left I’d joined Raylene in her bed. Things that happen between a Dom and a woman who likes Doms happened between us. 

But at a moment when I had my cock in Charmie’s throat, and the need to come in her, Zerlina and Lynette returned. Zerlinae pounded up the stairs, partly out of mischief and (though she didn’t say so) partly to check Charmie was ok. She offered us a cup of tea. 

Charmie still had my cock in her mouth, and all my attention. I told Zerlina to go away. But Charmie signalled, with her mouth still dutifully, beautifully full, that she would, in fact, quite like a cup of tea. If one was going. 

So I ordered tea for two. That’s where the story has got to. There’s more, and it’s sexy, and it happens to real people.