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...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... Sex before marriage? From "Possession," from "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing"

8 to 10 sentences (or 100 words for bloggers/reviewers) of taboo erotica. Take a risk with me? :D



I debated if I should share more from "Mommy" this week or from another book. Well I picked to snippet from "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing." Next my problem was from what in JCCS :D I read "The Queen and Mandisa Play"- oh that was such a fun taboo-breaking story, playing with issues of race relationships, Mandisa's limits. But I decided to snippet from "Possession"- I swear I was channeling Emily Tilton before I ever knew her... I wrote the story in college. Remember that JCCS is a free ebook a small collection, Blurb,  cover art, and Smashwords link below.

"Remove your underwear and then we will sit back down on the mat."

The blush spreads to the rest of her body; her mortification is complete as her pubic hair is revealed to his view.

They sit back down on the mat in their previous position.

"Why have you never had any sexual encounters?"

Her face speaks volumes. Victorian attitudes scream from her posture, although it is now the twenty-first century.

"Mother says that only evil women have sexual encounters outside the sanctity of marriage."

"Do you believe her?"

"I am not so sure anymore.


"Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing" blurb:
Do you like your erotica in as many flavors as I do? 14 separate pieces of erotica, both from "Vala's Story" and not, coming from a variety of points of views, pairings of gender. Some full of love and some just rutting sex. Some are related to my "Vala's Story" series while others are just a collection of characters from my mind.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage.



Monday, September 29, 2014

Nudism experiment... Naan and April at the LGBTQ dating mixer


 When Meredith O'Reilly asked me about terms like nudist colony and I gave her my limited understanding, I was intrigued to see her set a story at a nudist convention in a hotel that had connected nudism and domestic discipline. I'd been thinking for awhile of erotica/erotic romance focusing on nudist characters. I know that nudist and nudism flow through my Vala's Story serial and in the way that I live my nudism- without titles, unless I have to explain to others online. So here I want to imagine an LGBTQ dating mixer at a nudism gathering.
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Naan looked at the sign beside the ballroom door; it read "LGBTQ mixer." Ze walked in, hir gaze jumping over the milling people, many obviously already acquainted.

Maya looked up from a paper she was reading and waved at Naan to join her.

"Okay, so you talked me into this mixer. I'm not even sure I'm ready to start dating." Naan frowned.

"This is just some fun. We're doing a speed dating thing so that all twenty of you will get to meet each other."

Naan rolled hir eyes. "You're not doing it?"

Maya released a huge grin. "I didn't get to tell you before we both left for the conference... I'm dating someone now."

Naan threw back hir head in open laughter. "You have to dish after this."

"Of course." Maya patted Naan's back. "Now go join the others. We start in just a moment."

"Yes, Mom." Naan hurried away to the group. Ze considered the anticipation on her fellow daters' faces. Just a little interaction. I'll be fine.

Maya moved to the front of the room. With a lifted voice, she began, "I will assign first tables in just a moment. I want to welcome you all to the queer community dating mixer. While this whole convention has been planned and is being executed to be as inclusive as the nudism community is, there are times when we just need to be among people more like us in terms of sexuality. My hope is to see everyone partnered at least for dinner by the end of our time. Remember that poly groupings are welcome, but we ask that all attempts are made for an even number of people to be included."

Naan brushed hir fingers over the name tag cord.

"While I ask that everyone waits until I announce the chat time to begin talking, you may move to your table when I call your name. At the first table, Naan Tehrani and April Showers." Maya paused and held up her hand. "Now no laughing please. April told me the story on the first day of this conference of 'hippy parents who thought naming her April with their last name was a riot'. I find her stamina amazing; I believe I'd have changed my name if my parents had done that to me."

Naan watched a lovely blond haired woman, ze supposed, approach the table marked 1. Ze took a deep breath before joining her.

Their hands placed on the table top, they found themselves gazing into each others' eyes, the sound of Maya's voice blurry in the background.

April turned her hands palm up and smiled when Naan reached out to grasp them. She blinked her pretty green eyes and squeezed the holding hands.

What seemed like forever later to Naan, Maya announced, "Four minutes to get acquainted. I'll notify you of time to move to the next table by sounding a Buddhist singing bowl. The first person I named in this grouping will move to the next table in numerical order, so like, Naan, you'll go to table 2. The second person named, like you, April, will go in opposite numerical order, to table 10. Everyone understand?"

"Yes, Maya," the group called out, laughter and giggles among their words.

"Get to it!" Maya giggled as she walked to sit at an extra, unnumbered table.

Naan breathed in to keep the words from tumbling from hir mouth. "Isn't it good that we have these name tags with our preferred pronouns on it?"

April let loose with a tinkling giggle. She nodded even as she murmured, "I was raised by nudists so I'm already used to not looking lower than the neck for gender clues. At least, not obnoxiously like textile wearers do sometimes."

"I love that phrase! Textile wearers." Naan released one of April's hands only to turn the hand over, to stroke her long fingers. "I'm sorry. That was rather forward of me."

"No apology necessary. I liked it." April glanced at Naan's name tag. "I don't think I've ever heard Naan as a person's name. Do you care to tell the story of how you come to wear it?"

Naan sighed. "Normally not a story I tell on a first date, when I'm brave enough to date at all." Ze laughed deprecatingly. "At least here I'm in an inclusive space, right?"

"Right." April squeezed Naan's hand that she still held.

"I'm sure you guess from looking at my face that I'm Middle Eastern in ancestry?"

April nodded.

"Well I was born in Iran and when Western-educated doctor found me to be intersexed at birth, my traditional parents didn't know what to do. I looked enough like a girl that that's how they decided to raise me and so I was named Naan, because I meant just as much to them as a piece of bread."

"I am so sorry. My parents were just stoned hippies, no cruelty meant, with my name."

"It's okay. It really is now. I'm here now in the States where I have a better chance to live comfortably within my own body."

"I imagine." April's smile returned. "It must be nice to be able to write intersex on your name tag and not have to explain in detail more than that, unless you care to, at this conference."

Naan responded with hir own smile. "Definitely. As I'm glad- and interested- to see queer marked on yours."

"I stepped away from gender based decisions regarding sexuality a long time ago. Queer makes the most sense to me as an identity as there is so much more to attraction than gender, for me." April took a sip from her red plastic reusable cup. "What drew you to nudism, naturism?"

Naan glanced at the ceiling for a moment. "I think, maybe, it's about freedom, of comfort in my own skin. Beyond that, an escape from the yards of fabric I was expected to wear as an Iranian woman."

April nodded. "I think I'd have that response too. For me, growing up on a commune, I've never really understood being any other way. Only time we put on anything was while working on the farm and then we'd grab whatever clothes, without mind to what gender it was meant for."

The sound of the Buddhist singing bowl echoed through the room.

"I look forward to speaking with you more over the days of the conference." Naan again took both of April's hands.

"As do I." April lifted Naan's hands to her lips for a quick, soft kiss before moving toward table 10.

Naan touched hir freshly kissed hands to her cheeks before moving to table 2.
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And with that, I ponder what will happen at the end of the mixer...
Until next Monday :) (UPDATE- next week's link http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2014/10/nudism-experiment-april-and-naan-go-to.html )

Friday, September 26, 2014

#SatSpanks ... Why does Josephine's Master have a hairbrush in the bedroom?

8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.


So I know some of you I know saw my post on Facebook about my 14 year old dog laying down to sleep and passing in her sleep Thursday night; anything I had planned for this weekend, well, Saturday Spankings just felt familiar (even though I've even away some months). I hope to get it together and/or be led out of myself by everyone else's snippets.

Now for the scene set up... I'm back to work on "Mommy"- the BDSM/ageplay MFF menage that I started for Nanowrimo last year. The spanking part is really more from the LDR with the two women, Mommy and Joey. After some online flirtation (if you're interested, you can read the portion I shared for WIP It Up Wednesday here), Joey's Master gives her a hairbrush spanking suggested by Mommy. And here are your lines... :D

Master's lips brushed against my earlobe. "Do you think you've earned yourself a warm up before I paddle your ass with my brush?"

I lifted my gaze to Master's face. "A warm up... I hope... please, Master. I behaved after I earned the spanking, Master."

"I'm thinking that this needs to be a serious punishment, to go with Mara's thoughts though."

I whimpered as I turned to enter Master's waiting embrace. "As pleases You, Master," I murmured into His chest.



Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Great Love Affair- The Queen and Tommy


Yes, I know, it's Vala's Story, but I couldn't help but mention The Queen and Tommy's loving relationship as it becomes so much clearer in "Gates of the Garden: Book Two." You see, the men met at 13 year olds- if you stick with me, eventually you'll get to read "The Book of Meeting" (working title of a work-in-progress) where you'll get to read The Queen's meeting story with Tommy, as well as those of his other slaves. As mentioned in the blurb for "Gates..." Tommy had messed things up pretty bad, although not as bad and not in a way like Abrecan, so Tommy wasn't permanently demoted nor was he told to leave.

excerpt from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"

Tommy stared at The Queen's bed.

The Queen sat up and watched Tommy's gaze move from the bed to his face. He crawled to the edge and looked down at Tommy. "Good morning, pretty boy. Did you sleep well?"

Tommy groaned. "Yes, my Queen."

"Is your cock hard for me, my baby boy?" The Queen hopped out of his bed and walked to Tommy.

Tommy took a deep, shaking breath as The Queen sank to his knees. "My obedient cock is... very... hard... for you, my Queen. I... beg you... to touch... me, my Queen."

The Queen traced the welts on Tommy's chest.

Tommy cried softly, his gaze moving over The Queen's intent face. "I love you, my Queen," he whimpered.

"I love you too, my adorable, helpless baby boy." The Queen brushed his lips across Tommy's face. "Do you think last night should count as the beginning of your week of sleeping on a board in my room, baby boy?"

"If... if it... pleases you... my Queen." Tommy whimpered and pressed his lips against The Queen's fingers.

"I do not believe it pleases me to count last night." The Queen laughed softly.

Tommy groaned and continued pressing anxious kisses to whatever part of The Queen he could reach.

Thinking about The Queen and Tommy often enough sends me venting "I'm not writing a heterosexual romance!" Yeah, it's Vala's Story, but as my "fan" group on MyAwesomeFans.com says, it's The Queen's domain. He is the dominant who gives the final order to what could be the chaos of such a large BDSM/leather family. Just be patient now and enjoy all 9 planned books of the Vala's Story serial; if you enjoy male/male romance, I know you be fascinated when The Queen and Tommy meet and when they reconnect as young adults.

But The Queen dearly loves his Tommy, his baby boy, his sweet submissive, even when the boy has been disobedient. You'll have to read "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" to find out the reasons behind Tommy's disobedience.

BLURB:

Vala is very comfortable in her new life, her new name. She's hopelessly in love, with The Queen, with Iona, with life. She's learning about BDSM and knows The Queen has many surprises, lessons planned for her. She's looking forward to ceremony day...

The Queen considers, stresses, ponders. Sometimes he goes to Simon for help, especially since Tommy messed up so bad. He's considering things in the long term as he watches Vala blossom into what he wants her to be...

Things are settling down and they aren't for the rest of the stable. Tommy did so mess things up, but at least there's Vala's training to entertain, to occupy the stable as The Queen uses them in the ways he needs. Abrecan, Orlee, and Gaelan struggle to come to terms with what one decision did to their lives in the stable...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, group sex, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' back stories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.

Buy links:

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

#WIPiTuP ... Master, Mommy, and Joey... AP and Master/slave in the bedroom PART 2

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors like to know we're going in a good direction.



So I decided not to be a huge tease and I'm continuing on with Master, Mommy, and Joey having sex the first time. As last week, it hasn't been touched yet in my rewrite for the fact that Master and Joey rescued a wolfhound/mutt that outweighs her. Also Mommy and Joey laying beside each other. Be on the watch for one of my singular favorites of Joey's thoughts in this section. Now in the comments section, I could stand one vote- there's a final part of this scene already in a draft post; however it's 1227 words. I'm debating 4 posts or just the 2 average posts followed by a rather long one.

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Mommy adjusted against me.

"Let's take that off." Master leaned forward, His fingers moving to the front clasp of Mommy's bra. A snap and the cups fell away, leaving her breasts to relax beautifully on her chest, the nipples standing up proudly. He dropped kisses on each dark, rounded peak.

Mommy pressed against my side, her eyes closing for a moment. Her noises increased as He started to suck, His hands pushing into the bed as He supported Himself above her. She arched her back, the paleness of her skin startling against the comforter.

"Now that's precious." Master pressed His fingers against my thighs for a moment as Mommy adjusted to lay between my legs.

Mommy leaned into me, her hands on the bed just beside my thighs. "Sweet."

Master caught a nipple again, His lips wrapping around it. He sucked, hard, making Mommy whimper. "Did you pick matching lingerie for you and Joey on purpose?"

Mommy relaxed into my fingers guiding the bra straps down her arms. "Not actively on purpose."

"Actively." Master laid His large hands so they rested on both Mommy's and my thighs at the same time. He knelt between our legs. "I like it." He traced Mommy's lips with His tongue, drawing sighs from her. He pried her lips apart, mouths rushing together in the sweetest frenching I'd ever seen. He seemed intent on conquering in a way that thrilled me.

"I said slowly, but I think I changed my mind." The tilt of Mommy's head said she looked into Master's eyes.

"Yeah?" Master's hand snaked into Mommy's hair. He kissed her again. "Well the thought of you two here teased me at work. Why should I go faster?"

"Because you want to fuck me." Mommy's grin filled her voice.

Master kissed along Mommy's neck, His tongue playing with her earlobe. He met my gaze for a moment and the lust in His eyes gifted me with such an explosive moment of compersion. "Condom," He murmured.

I reached up on the head board where the condoms were kept. I bit my lip as the foil packet moved from my fingers to Master's.

Mommy leaned her head one way to look into my eyes. "Hey, pretty girl."

"Hey, Mommy." I chewed on my bottom lip.

Mommy kissed my cheek.

The sound of the condom wrapper ripping filled the room.

I looked away from Mommy to watch Master.

His fingers plucked at the condom, pulling it out. His cock was hard; I didn't notice when that happened. He held the latex against the head and pushed it down his shaft.

"Will you watch?" Mommy murmured, her lips against my cheek again.

"Yes, Mommy." How strange the feelings of slave and little girl dancing inside my body as if engaged in a ballroom dance.

"First we need to get these out of the way." Master pressed His fingers under the lace of Mommy's panties, the cut emphasizing her beautiful thighs. He tugged softly and the silken lingerie started down her body. He knew He was teasing me, slowly reveling the skin that He knew I hadn't seen earlier because I'd fallen asleep like a good girl when Mommy suggested I might need a nap.

Mommy lifted her hips just a bit, her legs moving against mine; I marveled at the strength of her abs as she held herself up until Master pulled her panties down her thighs. She breathed softly as she sank back down to the bed, her naked butt pressed against me.

I fought down my whimpers, still wanting this to be about Master and Mommy. Her skin felt so good against mine though; I wasn't prepared for the emotions and sensations of this.

Master knelt again, His knees bringing Him closer. "Lick," He commanded, His hand before my mouth.

I concentrated on my mouth, bringing forth the saliva that would ease Master's cock into Mommy's vagina; oh the confusion of word levels in my mind- how do spanking authors do it? I pushed my tongue between His fingers, fascinated by the shine on His hand.

"Good girl," Master whispered before moving my wetness between Mommy's legs.

How I wanted to see it, see my spit moving into Mommy, into her vagina. I brought the glimpses of her labia that I'd seen while Master was kneeling back as He pulled the condom onto His gorgeous cock.

Master focused, His hand between His legs. He moved forward and Mommy released a gasp.

I moaned at the combined weight on me, the pleasure radiating from my loves. I whimpered at my lower body still in the panties, held by the cotton. The fabric was soaked by now, the green darkened.

Mommy moaned, drawing my attention back out of myself. She held onto my legs.

Master kissed Mommy then He kissed me.

"Like that. That's perfect." Mommy lifted her head to kiss Master, pulling Him down into kisses.

The force of Master's thrusts into Mommy jarred me, acting like a dildo pushing into my body. I moaned; Master smiled at me.

"That's my girl." Master returned to kissing Mommy, His eyes closed as He enjoyed her.

How good it looked, His enjoyment. Too long since He'd made love, had sex with another woman. Way too long. And Mommy was enjoying it so much, her body shaking against me. I felt her building orgasm as if it were my own. I wanted Mommy to come so bad, to feel the release as Master's cock thrust deep into her body.

Mommy wrapped her arms around Master's shoulders. "I think we'll need more condoms," she joked.

"I hope so." Master buried His hands under my butt, holding both of us close to Him. "I'd like to have you doggie style so Joey can be sucking on your clit, maybe while you're coming?"

Mommy nodded her head. "Sounds lovely, and yes, I think in that position, I'll be coming very soon."


Monday, September 22, 2014

PART 2- Mandisa, Jinny, & Chitra in the Isis temple

All righty :D it took some days and trip to the bedroom to get away from my Master's snoring- poor Man with allergies acting up- but I finished off my notions of Mandisa enjoying Jinny and Chitra after The Queen allows her to take her submissives up to a small playroom during after-ceremony celebrations that happen in "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" (hopefully to be published by the end of the year, currently with my BR). For #WIPiTuP Wednesday, I'd shared a scene that showed some changes with Mandisa, which led to other conversations. I'd figured I could do this extra-novel bit when begged :D. If you haven't read part 1, here's the link to go enjoy :) http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2014/09/mandisa-jinny-and-chitra-in-isis-temple.html

And now for part 2...

Jinny moaned her arousal. She pressed her body against Mandisa's slippery hands. Her head rolled to one side as Chitra's fingers joined in stroking her. She reached up for her Domme's hips, urging her to nestle between her spread legs.

"My girl." Mandisa rolled her and Jinny onto their sides. She urged Jinny down with insistent pressure on the submissive's shoulders.

Jinny kissed her way down Mandisa's chest, stomach. She lifted one leg onto her shoulder.

Mandisa groaned. Her voice rasping, she ordered, "Chitra, bring your lovely cunt here to me before you spread Jinny's legs." She swiped her tongue over her lips as Chitra's gorgeous, lithe body obeyed her order. "Like that." She wrapped her hands around Chitra's thighs as she pulled the girl closer. She pressed her face into the small patch of trimmed pubic hair, the spicy essential oils that decorated her skin, hinting at the musk of her sex. She kissed and licked, pulled on Chitra's labia with her teeth until the sub squealed against Jinny.

Jinny pushed her tongue into Mandisa as Chitra sucked on her clit. The weight of her Domme's leg reassured even as she basked in the allowed pleasure. She squeezed on Chitra's head with her thighs just a moment, just to feel the girl's silky, soft hair. She hummed to bathe her Lady in extra pleasure.

Mandisa lifted her mouth from Chitra. "No begging to come. Just come, for me, for each other." She poured the lotus oil onto Chitra's thighs as she began to feast on the girl again. Her hands slipped over heated submissive skin. Is Jinny on a mission to make me come as fast as she can? The building orgasm pulsed in her clit. No need to rush. She breathed in, enjoying Chitra, the smell of aroused women, the burning incense.

"Ah," Chitra whimpered into Jinny's skin. She grunted when Mandisa's spanking hand fell on her ass, almost splashing in the teasing massage oil. Even the hardness of the stone floor only slightly distracted her.

Mandisa smacked again, harder. The pleasure leapt inside her at Chitra's groans and shudders, the heat started off the spanked skin. She shoved her tongue deep into her submissive as her cupped hand delivered pain to the trembling ass. She shuddered as well. She grunted as she strained her neck to look at Jinny's beautifully bowed body, her supple body bent in pleasing her Domme even as she enjoyed the ministrations of Chitra's eager mouth. She spanked again, the rhythm of her strikes in time with her speeding heart.

Jinny pulled her mouth away from Mandisa, just long enough to cry out, her moan sharp and husky, before she dove back in, her lips catching at Mandisa's large clit.

Chitra and Mandisa moaned as well, their mouths clutching the female bodies before them.

"Come here, Jinny. Bring your ass to me," Mandisa ordered.

Jinny pulled out of Chitra's grasp. She crawled up until she faced Mandisa. "My Lady?"

Mandisa nodded at Jinny.

Jinny turned her soft, curvy body so her ass rested beside Mandisa's hip. She moaned into the floor as twin slaps echoed through the room. She arched up, waiting for the next slap.

Mandisa sucked on Chitra until the submissive started to writhe, her sounds a perfect harmony with the slaps and other sex sounds.

Chitra's upper body arched away from the floor. "My Lady!"

Mandisa pulled the shuddering submissive against her. She released Chitra for just a moment and the girl quickly responded by whipping around to rest her head in the crook of Mandisa's arm. She let her eyes slide close in the pleasant sensations of post-orgasm, of her subs curled against her, their bodies different but both so sexy to her.

"Thank you, my Lady," Jinny murmured against Mandisa's neck.

"You're welcome, love." Mandisa laughed. "Thought I said something about no titles."

"Just that they weren't required." Jinny pressed her lips against Mandisa's cheek. "Doesn't mean I can't use your title in joy, does it?"

"No it doesn't." Mandisa held Chitra extra-tight a moment as the girl trembled. "You okay, sweet."

"Just very thankful, my Lady. Sore and lazy feeling at the same time." Chitra delicately kissed the side of Mandisa's breast.

"Tease." Mandisa sighed with pleasure. "Yes, very nice. I think tomorrow we will come up here, but it was be for some serious paddling."

"As you please, my Lady," Jinny and Chitra replied together before lowering their heads again to bask in these peaceful moments with Mandisa.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

my review of "Make Me Yours Evermore (Pierced Hearts 3)" by Cari Silverwood

So I was amused with myself as I debated if this book fits in the "Seductive Studs and Sirens" hop; in the end, I decided no because there are only some non-male/female moments later in the book, although one of the characters does identify as a BDSM switch and I think, within that, a bisexual. Some spoilers follow this and of course in the review, but in my recent reading about bisexuality and feminism, I really appreciated that Kat refuses to let the guys see her interacting with Zoe. Of course, this being a third book in a series, I appreciated getting to see bits about previous characters again. I do enjoy the dub/con, non/con aspect of this series; sometimes I find BDSM erotic romance puts such a focus on safewords that I'm irritated- IMHO safewords aren't the only way to ensure consent. I'm also looking forward to the 4th book in the series, set to release on the 23rd, Cari's books page on her website, http://www.carisilverwood.net/books.html , says that "Seize Me From the Darkness" is a standalone. I'm really looking forward to reading it.

MY REVIEW of "Make Me Yours Evermore (Pierced Hearts 3) by Cari Silverwood:

I don't know if I could write this review without spoilers :D but yes, my dominant (I'm a lifestyle submissive) asked me what got into me that I initiated sex this morning and I told Him about this book; He grinned and thanked her. So having read the first 2 books, I was ready for chapters told from the different main characters' points of view and Cari did not disappoint in this book. I thoroughly enjoyed Kat, Chris, and Andreas; the things their personalities brought to their chapters fascinated me. The chapters in Chris and Andreas' POVs were great; Chris figuring out what he wanted as a dominant and how the kidnapping situation was different from that and Andreas figuring out what he could morally and mentally deal with. Kat's struggles were particularly sensitive to me, as pieces of her past where in her mind, as she even shared them with Andreas (it took longer with Chris); I felt such empathy for her. As Chris' illegal connections continued to cause more problems, I loved the tension and then the introduction of the trafficked woman Zoe. Kat's immediate reaction to Zoe added some great moments and some female/female interaction that I found wonderfully erotic among all the male/female; I'd missed the female/female interactions involving Kat from the 2nd book in this series. The climax of the book was amazing- I'll leave you to read it yourself :D. I also loved the epilogues in Zoe and Pieter's POVs. I can't wait for the next book!

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18518593-make-me-yours-evermore?ac=1

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

#WIPiTuP.... Master, Mommy, and Joey... AP and Master/slave in the bedroom

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors know we're going in a good direction.



The "online flirtation" of Master, Mommy, and Joey was well received last week so I thought I'd continue with the much requested "first time the 3 have sex." However, I had to tease Melody Parks and Meredith O'Reilly on Facebook by asking how much of the 3129 word scene I should share. That's a bit long to share, don't you think? I'm not sure I'll share more from this sex scene- after all, I am trying to finish "Mommy" so I can get it to BRs and then submit it to a publisher.

But here, Master has invited Mommy to come visit for a week. After a nice dinner at a Mongolian barbeque the first night of her visit, they adjourn to the bedroom. I've shared some flirtation as they undress and make it to the bedroom; this has yet to be considered in the "What's Rex [their dog] doing?" rewrite.

 I lay my head against Master's leg for a moment before leaning forward to kiss Mommy's hose-covered calf. I sipped my sparkling juice; this little play at my age playing was fun, I decided. Master and Mommy up on the couch enjoying the red wine He'd bought them. And I had my silly plastic kids' "wine flute" with the butterflies painted out it, the sparkling juice just tart enough not to be too far from wine.

Mommy giggled and I looked up. Her cheeks were a bit red, but I didn't think she was blushing.

Master's fingers danced along Mommy's collarbone.

"Little eyes," Mommy murmured.

"I haven't done much yet." Master's eyes had grown dark; I knew what that meant. "So how far do we take the role play? Is Joey really too young to see anything? Or maybe in this moment she's less your child and more my slave? My slave who enjoys seeing me with other woman so much that monogamous people just don't get it?"

Mommy touched my head. "What do you think, Joey? What are you comfortable with?"

I thought even as I gazed into Mommy's eyes. "In this moment, I feel like my Master's slave who really wants to see Him enjoying having sex with you, Mommy. Does that make you sad?"

"No, sweetie." Mommy patted my shoulder. "You're a complex woman with a complex sexuality. It's part of what drew me to you." She took my empty glass from me and placed it on the coffee table. She took my hand. "Come on, lovely."

Master led us into the bedroom. He turned me so I faced Mommy. One hand cupped my neck as he unzipped the dress. He pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Nice lingerie choice."

Mommy nodded. "I liked how it looked beside the romper."

I moaned, feeling the wetness between my legs at Mommy's word choice.

"Take off your socks, but leave the bra and panties on for now. Lay down on the bed."

"Yes, Master." I put my hand up on the wall to steady myself as I plucked one sock then the other off.

"May I?" Master's hand hovered in front of the top button on Mommy's rose colored blouse.

"Yes." Did Mommy's legs wobble just a bit?

Master eased the button out of its hole, His fingers slipping into Mommy's shirt. He continued down, one button after another, more of her skin showing at the silk fell away. He took the shoulders and lifted the shift off Mommy. His fingers brushed the cups of her bra; she moaned and her nipples pressed out of the fabric. His hands moved down her sides to her waist.

"Yes," Mommy whispered as Master’s fingers slipped into the pants' waistband.

Master pulled down, pulling the pants down Mommy's hips, down her thighs. He knelt in front of her as the fabric, so silky just like her blouse, pooled at her ankles.

Mommy placed a hand on Master's shoulders before she stepped out of the pants, one foot then the other, leaving her only in her pretty underthings.

Master groaned; His eyes were still darkened. His shaggy hair brushed His neck as He looked up at her face.

"Gonna stay there?" Mommy smiled playfully.

"I'd thought." Master kissed Mommy's calf. His hand moved up to her hip. He kissed again, this time moving inward. He urged with teasing fingers for her to part her thighs, just a bit, just enough for one hand to move up, touch brush her panties.

Mommy continued to balance against Master, her hand on His shoulder, the fingers curling in, clutching at Him. "You don't need to worry about asking at every point. It's not like this is BDSM that we need negotiated or anything."

Master smiled. "Good to hear." With fingertips, He pushed aside her panties, teasing lips. "I'm sure by now, Joey is thinking I'm teasing her. Am I teasing you?"

Mommy laughed. "Slow can be nice too." She glanced at me. "She is such a good girl. Her panties are still in place."

"Yes, a good girl." Master rose to His feet in front of Mommy. He studied her face for a moment before wrapping His arms around her waist. He paused a moment before He moved in for the kiss, their lips meeting in the way I'd hoped for since Mommy arrived. The kiss continued, the dominant mouths stepping outside dominance and submission.

Mommy groaned, the sound caught by Master's mouth. She grabbed at His shoulders. "Bed," she murmured against His mouth.

Master walked them to the bed, Mommy walking backward, trusting Him, toward me where I'd been commanded to lay; I swore I would just watch and not be a distraction. He placed his hands on her thighs. "You are a beautiful woman."

Mommy's head fell back, her hair dragging across the pillows. Her lips parted. Lips. Parted. She shuddered and so did I. She scooted backward, more of her body on the bed.

Master undressed, watching Mommy move, His shirt flying to the floor before His jeans joined the pool of discarded clothing.

"Now let me take a look," Mommy demanded playfully.

Master stood up straight, arms folded against His chest.

"I can see why Joey fell for you." Mommy studied Master's body, her gaze moving up and down His length. "I need to have that cock in my mouth before we go to sleep."

Master grinned. "Sounds like a plan."


Monday, September 15, 2014

Sighs at life and a link for a little fiction

I'm so sorry, my readers, I meant to have the second part of Mandisa and her girls post-ceremony in "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three," but alas I can't quite get into the writing with aging pup. My dog is about 14-ish years. Today won't be the trip to the vet day, hopefully not tomorrow either, but for a few scary hours, she couldn't stand on all four paws.

However I do have a link for you. Please enjoy this bit of The Queen and Vala having anal sex before her HIV/STD tests came back negative so they could stop using condoms. And know that I already have posts ready for Tuesday (Taboo Tuesday hop) and Wednesday (WIP it up Wednesday hop). I have plans to write on Thursday and Friday and am hoping for the emotional and mental energy for such. http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/04/you-wanted-to-see-queen-vala-do-anal.html

Thursday, September 11, 2014

As a clothing optional person, I don't much see myself in erotic fiction


So if you've read more than one erotic story, whether it be spanking, domestic discipline, BDSM, or mixture thereof, you'll no doubt have seen the dominant partner pull down the submissive partner's underwear or order the submissive to pull them down; heck, even in the same gender pairings, you can find that. The funny thing is, as I sit down to write this, I'm wearing a tank top and a long skirt; I put on the top rather than walk around naked with the doors open during the daytime and I put on the skirt in case I needed to sign for the package UPS delivered for my Master. The considered- and the fact that I'm now cooking tatter tots in the oven, I probably spend at least 50% of my waking hours, as well as the entire time I sleep, in the nude. I identify as a clothing optional person.


"Pull your panties down to your thighs," The Queen ordered.

Vala struggled to hold in her giggles. "But my Queen, you never told me to put my g-string on after the last time you fucked me."

The Queen chuckled. "You're right. Okay, bend over so I can enjoy your gorgeous ass."

"How's this, my Queen?" Vala glanced over her shoulder at The Queen, wearing a cheeky grin.

"Shut your mouth before I gag you, brat. Joelle does not need any lessons in bratting from you." The Queen cupped and squeezed and fondled Vala's asscheeks."I think you just earned yourself a day only wearing your collar."

"And that's different how, my Queen?" Vala giggled and shoved back into The Queen's hands.

"Yes, my Queen," I inserted, hoping it didn't encourage The Queen not to cooperate next time I'm working on Vala's Story.

The Queen rolled his eyes. "Back to your post."


Again regardless of the sub-genre of erotic fiction, the act of pulling one's underwear down for impact activity is a standard. The tone of it can vary widely- seductive, liberating, humiliating, titillating, just to name a few. Regardless of the tone, though, I struggle to relate. I only wear underwear for certain costumes or to hold a pad in place during my period. The skirt that I mentioned I'm wearing? Yeah, it goes several inches beneath my knees, but it's lose and I wouldn't necessarily think anything of my Master tossing it up. But it seems so often in erotic fiction, that the "throwing the skirt up" is endowed with meaning, emotion that just isn't there for my Master and I.

My Master has joked about the fact that I undress (when I'm wearing clothes in the first place) too quickly at bedtime (when He actually comes to bed with me) for Him to do anything fun, sexy, romantic etc. It's only joking, although sometimes I make sure to slow down so He has the pleasure of doing as He pleases about my undressing. But for me, and not really even for Him so much, there is no moment of "oh naked skin!" not like you have in so much erotic fiction. As He teases me "you're naked under your clothes." :D

I admit, this isn't the most thought-provoking post, it'd seem, except this is one more site of difference for me that makes the majority of erotic fiction not seem to include my reality. LGBT literature is a growing part of erotic romance, although someone who identifies as queer as I do, who finds attraction in non-standard bodies, in non-standard gender expression, as a polyamorist, yeah I don't "see myself" very often. I've been babbling about the idea of a blog hop focusing on nudist/clothing optional characters, but despite a few random retweets of stuff on Twitter, it doesn't seem to have much purchase. Too much about the reasons a person can't be clothing optional. Sighs. Clothing is overrated.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

#WIPiTuP ... A little online flirtation from "Mommy"

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors know we're going in a good direction.



I ended up deciding to share from "Mommy"- my BDSM/ageplay menage WIP. I'd been talking with Meredith O'Reily and she was interested when I used the phrase "online flirtation" to explain what I was working on in the WIP so I decided to share it. Quick explanation: also well into the story, Andrew (the dominant) rescues Rex (a mostly wolfhound mutt) for Joey (the submissive/little girl.) Here they're talking online with Mara/maralady (Joey's Mommy). For the ease of reading online, I've put the narrative parts in italics and color-coded the chat names; I'm so glad I'm looking to submit this to a publisher, who'll get to make formatting choices instead of me having to decide what works in an ebook :D.

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Rex happily rested his head on my feet as I leaned back in my chair. I watched Master fire up his computer as I did the same.

I giggled as messenger made its logged in noise on both Master's and my computers.

maralady: hey you both! I didn't expect to see you online today.
MasterAndrew: well there's a little girl that's been missing you and me too :D
maralady: really? we're gonna flirt in front of our little girl? hi joey btw
andrewsgirl: hi Mommy. well it's not like you and Master were kissing or anything lol. ooo and you're including Master? i'm His little girl too?
maralady: LOL I can only imagine the glares you must be getting at this moment, joey

I looked up from my computer at Master; He did have quite a glower going. "Just joking, Master?"
Master snorted His laughter. "You are pushing it, little girl."

"I'll be good, Master." I batted my eyelashes cutely.

maralady: are you both taking a moment for joey to get punished for being mouthy?
MasterAndrew: just a warning for her. no punishment just yet. although I don't quite mind the little girl joke
andrewsgirl: it's not like I called You Daddy, Master
maralady: ROFLMAO! joey girl, why don't you behave, my sweet?
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy. I'll stop teasing Master so
MasterAndrew: yup, I think she just earned herself a punishment. what do you think, mara?
maralady: hm. well I hoped for a bit of flirting here maybe, with joey behaving.... but what about a brush spanking at bedtime? Or does that walk a little too close to AP for your comfort, Andrew?

Master laughed out loud.

MasterAndrew: nah, that sounds good. maybe that'll get her ready for when you can visit us?
maralady: flirt :D
MasterAndrew: damn right. I wanna see you enjoy my little girl

I whimpered and pressed my hands to my hot cheeks.

maralady: did you just make joey blush?
MasterAndrew: yup lol
andrewsgirl: i'm okay now

Master threw back His head in laughter.

maralady: hm. no title... who could that have been directed at, joey girl?
andrewsgirl: uh, sorry, Mommy. I should have typed *i'm okay now, Mommy and Master* although Master could see my blush fading away until He started laughing
maralady: so how've you been doing settling with with rex?
andrewsgirl: we took him on a walk, Mommy! it was so fun. and Master was extra sweet and brought me my ballet flats and hoodie, since I'd changed into a tank top and shorts once we got home from church.
maralady: that was very nice of Andrew.... and so you bratted at him?

I clapped my hand over my mouth.

MasterAndrew: I don't think that was the response joey was expecting from you :D
maralady: heh well her role in our AP hasn't been a very bratty one, so I wondered about the bratting directed at you
MasterAndrew: I think sometimes she's trying to figure out just how much my comfort with AP might be changing. She did seek permission for the profile you read largely because AP wasn't something I felt comfortable doing, you know, like some of the doms who are comfortable with being a few dom types
maralady: I guess then the question is if you are getting more comfortable in observing joey and I playing or if your squick factor for her playing at you as a little is lessening. Can she brat without it being as a disobedient slave?

Master studied me for a moment; I lowered my eyelids slightly under His examination. "Have we been together so long that you're starting to brat, to change your tendencies as a submissive?"

"Um... maybe, Master. I'm sorry if that displeases You, Master." I rapidly blinked my eyes.

"No, you aren't in trouble beyond that hair brush spanking that Mara and I were talking about. I think I like a little bratting actually sometimes, but you should have taken my expression as time to stop bratting."

"Yes, Master." What had gotten into me?

MasterAndrew: okay we're back. I think we can chalk it up to "we're all learning." We've never been high protocol anyway. maybe you're helping her to continue the process of moving away from the "perfect mormon girl" behavior she can get into sometimes, without even meaning to. but she failed to react to my expression as she would have normally
maralady: have you seen yet how rex deals with any intimacy between you two? some dogs can be quite funny about that

I giggled. When Rex looked up at me, I giggled harder.

Master laughed as he typed.

MasterAndrew: nope, we haven't seen yet. Have to see how he deals with her spanking- since he has most definitely claimed her
maralady: that is so sweet.
maralady: what are you wearing right now, joey?
andrewsgirl: just a nighty, in case Rex wants me to go in the backyard with him, Mommy
maralady: describe it

Master made a low pitched whistling noise, making me blush.

"But You saw me put it on, Master," I whined.

Master arched one eyebrow at me.

MasterAndrew: Joey just made the ugliest whining at me whistling at her
maralady: tut tut, little girl.
andrewsgirl: sorry, Mommy.

Master cleared His throat.

"I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have whined at Your flirtatious whistle, Master."

Master nodded. "And?"

andrewsgirl: it's a white cotton nightie, going to my knees, flowy and loose, Mommy. it has little roses sewn randomly. It have pretty red lace to match the roses, at the neck and bottom and to make the straps.
maralady: good girl. do you just have on the nightie?

I couldn't hold in my giggles.

andrewsgirl: just the night, no panties, Mommy

Master grabbed His camera. "Lift your nightie and spread your legs!"

I obeyed without thought only to have the flash of Master's camera go off.

Master pushed a few buttons.

MasterAndrew: there you go, sweet

maralady: why thank you for the pic :D  


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

#Taboo2sday ... Race Traitor?

8 to 10 sentences (or 100 words for bloggers/reviewers) of taboo erotica. Take a risk with me? :D



I think it was a few weeks ago that Emily Tilton had a snippet with race as part of the taboo. Now I'm here with The Queen and Mandisa from a short story shortly before he collared her. The Queen- pale, black-haired Goth with German American heritage. Mandisa- nearly as tale as The Queen, but a native of South Africa with skin as dark black as can be. Interestingly, I seldom write with picture inspirations, like many other erotic romance authors I know, but with Mandisa, I've long pictured Grace Jones as I was writing. The whole short story is available in my free ebook "Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing."

Mandisa knelt on the floor in front of The Queen. What the hell am I doing kneeling in front of this pasty white guy who's younger than me? She placed her gaze on the carpet in front of his feet. Does this make me a race traitor? Her gaze left his feet to move up her folded legs. But he's queer. He doesn't have as much privilege as he could.

"Mandisa?" The Queen's voice softly sought to bring her attention back to him. "If I am reading your expression correctly, you are overthinking this experience.

Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing. I decided I wanted to give my readers this collection of short stories, story excerpts, and even an erotic poem for free. After much searching, I found I can use Google Docs to allow readers to download the book for free. Please remember, even though it's free, I do hold the copyright and I ask that if you know someone that would enjoy the book, ask them to download the book for themselves. However the Google Docs wasn't a perfect fit and I ended up engaging a friend to format it- with his help hopefully Vala's Story will start coming out faster. Now you have the option to download (and review please) the book at Smashwords.

Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/354635



Monday, September 8, 2014

Mandisa, Jinny, and Chitra... in the Isis Temple, part 1

I shared a snippet of a post-ceremonies scene for last week's #WIPiTuP and was amused to see so many "I want to see what Mandisa and her girls did upstairs" comments :D. So here's part 1- I very much plan to continue writing when I can get some time this week away from my Master, our teen, and our dog.... who seem bent on pissing me off and keeping me from writing.... here's part 1...

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Jinny laughed as she ran to keep up with Mandisa. With a quick look over her shoulder, she called out, "Hurry up, Chitra girl."

"Now, now." Mandisa came back into the dividing hallway and stopped beside Jinny. She patted her sweetly learning submissive's shoulder. "You might do well to remember some of this extra effort to please me that Chitra uses."

"Yes, my Lady." Jinny lowered her head, her chin touching her chest.

Mandisa grabbed Jinny's chin and forced the woman to meet her gaze. "Do you feel I said that in cruelty or simple correction?"

"Correction, my Lady," Jinny murmured.

"I want you to crawl alongside Chitra to the Isis temple." Mandisa leaned against the wall, out of her girls' way.

Jinny's gaze fastened to the carpet as she lowered herself to her knees, her hands pressed into the pile.

Mandisa released a low groan, surprising Jinny into looking up at her Domme.

Jinny blinked. "My Lady?"

"You know I enjoy your lovely ass when you're crawling in jeans. So let me have my enjoyment," Mandisa finished meaningfully.

Jinny caught up to Chitra, who had paused beside the Opium den's door as the women talked.

"Not sure I'll ever allow you clothes." Mandisa cupped Chitra's ass with one teasing hand.

"As pleases you, my Lady." Chitra's body visibly tightened with Mandisa's touch.

"Relax." Mandisa traced her fingers over Chitra's asscheeks. "It gives me such pleasure to touch your beautifully brown skin."

"I'm glad my skin gives you pleasure, my Lady," Chitra whimpered.

"Let's be moving, girls. I wanna enjoy your bodies." Mandisa laughed, imagining the way the sound moved over her subs' bodies as they hurried to the next door. "Good girls." She opened the door and waited for them to crawl in. "Enough crawling though. Don't want you to hurt your knees unnecessarily."

Jinny moved into a relaxed cross-legged position on the stone floor, but Chitra merely paused where she was.

Mandisa stepped in and closed the door behind her. "What are you waiting for, Chitra?"

Chitra lifted her head. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment before murmuring, "Um"

"Sh," Mandisa soothed as she grasped Chitra's shoulders and pulled the girl up against her. "A more specific order to obey?"

Chitra gazed into Mandisa's half-lidded eyes. "Maybe, my Lady. I... I still get so nervous... what will please you"

Mandisa silenced Chitra with a passionate kiss, the women's lips colliding with force as Mandisa penetrated with her tongue. She continued the kiss, holding her quivering sub tight. Her hands moved to cup the back of Chitra's head.

Chitra in turn wrapped her arms around Mandisa's waist. She rose onto tiptoes to offer her mouth for more thorough ravishment.

Mandisa dragged Chitra to the ancient Egyptian-style bed beside the stone altar. She placed her submissive on the thin linen mat. She turned toward Jinny. "The Queen gave us this time. I know what Chitra will say, but what is your answer to the question of do you work to please me directly or do we enjoy each other?"

Jinny laughed. "You know I'm always going to beg we enjoy each other, my Lady. I am greedy for any orgasm allowed by you, my Lady."

Mandisa threw back her head in loud echoing laughs. "Of course." She hurried across the room to pull Jinny to her feet. "New bottle of lotus massage oil."

"Yes, my Lady," Jinny gasped into Mandisa's mouth as the Domme tightened her hold on Jinny's hair. She eased to the stone floor with Mandisa.

"Chitra, grab the massage oil and come here," Mandisa called out.

"Yes, my Lady!" Chitra jumped up on shaky legs to faux stone steps that made a sort of shelving unit against one wall. She ran with crazy mincing steps to Mandisa's side. Carefully holding the glass bottle out from her, she sank almost into submissive pose.

"Not like that. Loose and comfortable, girl." Mandisa grinned at Chitra. "Do I need to announce no titles, just begging for orgasms to get you to tell that right now I'm just interested in us making each other feel good?"

Jinny chortled where she lay underneath Mandisa. "Sounds like an idea, my Lady." She lifted her head until she was able to wrap her lips around one large nipple, Mandisa's breast pressed wonderfully against her face.

Mandisa groaned. She glanced down at Jinny. "Hm, that's my girl," she whispered in arousal. She sighed at a brush of teeth on the delicate flesh. Reaching blind, she took the bottle from Chitra. With one strong thumb, she pushed it open. She let a thin stream of oil pour between Jinny's pert breasts.
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What do you think can be Mandisa's plan? Return (maybe in a few days, maybe next Monday, not making any promises :D)