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Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Babes in Bondage #kink #bdsm #bondage #suspension #shibari #lgbtq #lesbian #analsex #publicsex #dildo #blowjob #nippleclamps #cunnilingus #firsttime #bisexual #doublepenetration












 It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word? 





New Release!

Babes in Bondage
Vegas Babes Book 5
By Lisabet Sarai
  


Blurb

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?



Bisexual Kinky Erotica

46,000 words, 171 pages


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“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but submissive.”

“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.”  Annie pivoted to face him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”

“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

 “Oh, I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

Annie sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”

“Annie…”

He stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

“What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my face.”

Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her lover.

The wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for him?

 She forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

Annie started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

Trying not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

When she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for control.

He seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”


About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more.
At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. 

Shes also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh





Monday, 11 November 2019

Submitting to Two Doms by BJ Wane #erotic romance #BDSM #mfm ménage #suspense #Cowboy Doms #HEA




She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.



She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.








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They were determined to keep her safe and resist the need reflected in her eyes. She was just as determined to change their minds.
BLURB:
After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent’s pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde. 
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.       

EXCERPT:

With a hard yank and no warning, Devin pulled her over his left thigh, lifting his right leg to pin her flailing legs down. Kelsey’s surprise cost her the hold on her blouse, the sides flying open again as she went down. Shackling her wrists together in his left hand, he held her arms pinned against her lower back as he flipped her skirt up and smacked her panty-covered, wriggling ass.
He didn’t tell her green meant continue and yellow pause as he didn’t consider those choices an option with this woman. It would either be continuing as he saw fit or stop altogether. “Let’s discuss why you were given orders to keep to socializing tonight.” He cracked his palm against her soft buttocks again, enjoying their jiggle. And her gasp. “Since we know little to nothing about you or your experience, it would have been irresponsible to turn you lose and allow you to fend for yourself.” Smack! “What if you had lied to one of the stricter Doms and he pushed you too far? Would you have been able to stop him before he traumatized you? I think not.” Smack!
“I’m sorry,” she choked, shifting her hips as he swatted her two more times before resting his hand on her warm butt. The thin panties offered little protection in hiding her quivering heat.
“That’s a start, but not good enough, baby.” With a quick shove, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, his mouth watering at the sight of her small, pink-tinged, round buttocks, his hand itching to feel her bare flesh heating up even more. “You lied, and then set out to deliberately go against our wishes after we were nice enough to give in to your insistence to come out with us tonight.” Lifting his arm he delivered a volley of bare-assed spanks, each one a little harder. After five, he paused and caressed her burning backside, the sheen coating her pussy slit drawing his eyes and his frustration. Fuck, how could he continue to resist her if she was going to get aroused from the hot pain he was heaping upon her?
And then she whipped her tear-streaked, red face around and gazed at him with remorse shining in her damp eyes. “I…I never thought about that.” She hiccupped and his hardened resolve to remain aloof crumbled a little more. “You’re right.” With a nod, she turned her head back down and lifted her hips. “You shouldn’t stop yet, Sir. Please.”
Well, son-of-a-bitch. Now what?

AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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