Gem thinks about her cunt while waiting to be leathered Part 2

This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”

Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.

Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.

 

Work: and cabinets/cabinettes

Sorry, I’m working, and that’s going to have to be the priority. The tawse story gets interesting, since it has sex, sound effects and reflections on how reality isn’t much like pornotopia, but it’s more fun to live in.

Cabin boy, or possibly cabinette. Let's call her ... Roger.

Anyway, watch this space. We’ll get under way, or weigh, later. I think under weigh was the original form, and had to do with weighing anchor before you can set sail; but the only thing I know about sailing ships is that if I were a ship’s captain in pornotopia, I’d be birching the cabin boy for, oh, stealing rum, when, after some especially frantic wriggling on the culpit’s part it turned out that the boy was a girl stowaway, who … (continued page 197 of the web)

Back to work, though, for me. I’ll get back to my story when I can come up for air. 

Why does bdsm feel so good #4

(Continuing that excerpt from “Between the Lines”: thoughts about pleasure, while delivering my second-ever successful spanking.) 

There was something else. Once again there was that strange, almost telepathic intimacy between us as I heated and marked her.

Harder?

I knew that the sting in my hand was only a distant echo of the much fiercer pain in her skin, and – though I wouldn’t like that sensation if I were to experience it myself – I seemed to be able to sense the way in which Maureen was experiencing that pain as pleasure, and so I could feel that pleasure along with her.

I also knew, just as surely as I knew that I felt her pleasure, that she could feel my pleasure in watching, holding and hurting her.

 This isn’t a mystical claim. Telepathy is an illusion. It’s that when people focus closely on each other’s reactions – and between a dominant and submissive this mutual focus is very intense – they can develop such a strong intuitive and empathetic understanding of the other person’s feelings and sensations that it feels very like telepathy.

I wouldn’t enjoy being hurt, and Maureen would have no interest in hurting me, but we somehow each knew how the other’s pleasure worked, and we could each access and enjoy those different and complementary pleasures. Later, I’d discover further pleasures in bdsm, but those were already enough to absorb me. 

Golden girl #8

This is a very hot bdsm love story, starring two couples and an unattached woman seeking love and intense sex.

Do they find each other and happiness? You’ll have to read the book to find out.

Because it’s become the opening chapter of a novel that’s about to be published, I’ve had to take it down from here.

I’ll put up a link to where you can buy it once it’s on sale.