Warning

WARNING

This blog will contain...
...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
If you are under 18 and/or offended by this...
THIS IS NOT THE BLOG YOU ARE LOOKING FOR

Thanks fiona, from "Sir Q and Me" for the warning message that just makes me melt. :)

Friday, January 30, 2015

Is Vala's Story a Series or a Serialization? #OutoftheNightBookOne #BDSM #romance #GLBT

While this was originally on another website, I'm now reposting it on mine due to a dead link.


I could probably spend the rest of my life bopping around online trying to find a complete answer to "what is a book series made of?" and "what is a book serial made of" Yup, no agreement exists lol.

It seems in usage that serial tends to denote a longer novel (like maybe 80000 words or more) shared in shorter snippets from 10 to 25K words. A series tends to be books of a novel length that can either stand on their own or must be read in order. It seems to me that "a proper cliff hanger ending" is one of the most important points of a "proper" series.

I've thought and talked at length about whether "Vala's Story" is a series or a serial; I've had to accept that it's somewhere in between. In all the online research I did before trying to write this, I found an interesting comment that basically talked about pieces of story within a novel that's almost like a short story; this is less true in "Out of the Night: Book One" than it is in later books in the serial.

And speaking of Vala's training... The Queen has his plan for how Vala's training will proceed and that shapes the serial, more than anything else. I've had a bunch of fun as the story has unfolded, especially in the amusement as I look at the length from one book to the next. "Night" is a short book, just barely 45K words, and the next book "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" is a similar length, but when we get to books 3 and 4, where my BR and I are working currently, I start having longer books (as in 80K and possibly over 100K by the time the re-write is done). And as I said to my BR tonight, "we could probably dissect many sections for their build up, climax and denouement." So please suspend judgments of what it "is" and just enjoy the story, the sex, the BDSM, and the romance as Vala learns to please The Queen and enjoy her own sexuality.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

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, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.


Buy it on-
Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) print edition- This is NOT the re-released edition with its editing and additions.
available at Lulu.com's Market Place
or
available on Amazon.com

Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) ebook

Smashwords- multiple formats- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/417778 . First 20% available as a free sample.

Amazon/Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/Out-Night-Book-Valas-Story-ebook/dp/B00BDV8AXY/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=undefined&sr=1-1&keywords=Out+of+the+Night%3A+Book+One

Barnes and Noble/Nook edition
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/out-of-the-night-joelle-casteel/1114516404?ean=2940045758482

Joelle's Bio:

Joelle Casteel has so many faces, ways of being that no assumption is never safe. The woman who'll use a child's backpack as a purse is just as likely to describe a graphic sex act. My Master, the dominant in the BDSM relationship that shapes much of my life, jokes that I'm so far from the mainstream that I've forgotten what the mainstream is. This of course shows up in my writing. I regularly blur gender and sexual orientation lines- although I will fight against the misgendering of my characters (between The Queen's legs are a penis and balls and he says he's a MAN.) Whether a short story or a novel, whether erotica or erotic romance, I tend to bring many taboos to the sex/BDSM table alongside crazy plots, over-the-top characters, and romance even in the midst of relationships you may never find in a greeting card store. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality. 


Thursday, January 29, 2015

My Journey Back to Bisexual Identity


"I can't change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to." Mary Lambert, "She Keeps Me Warm" and featured in Macklemoore's "Same Love"

I started to think of my sexual and relational identity sitting at an indoor water park with my mother. You see, there is much of me that she's denied out of existence, at least as far as she's concerned. Various things in my life have given her the ability to rewrite me as a straight, Christian, married woman. If you've read more than one thing on my blog, you know that "married' is that only right part of that. Of course there's all sorts of normativity going on here. The more "normal" I seem, the happier she is to have me as a daughter; I've seldom been the daughter she dreamed of.

The heteronormativity that too often leads to bi-invisibility is part of why I moved away from the bisexual identity I first claimed as a teen who knew she wasn't straight. I got tired of so many things, so many myths. I got tired of saying "Yes, it is possible for me to find both men and women sexually and romantically attractive." I even have a homemade t-shirt that says "I only look like a straight, monogamously-married woman." I don't want people to look at my Master and I and assume I'm straight; my behavior does not solely determine my identity. When I found the UUA queer identity page, I thought that I'd found an identity that was "less incorrect" than bisexual or anything other label- I'd sadly internalized too many bisexual myths. Of course there is the fact of its history as a gay slur, but the first 4 definitions the UUA gives feel so empowering to me.

In maybe the past 2 years or so, I've really gotten into reading about gender and it was with authors like Julia Serrano that I started to reconsider bisexual identity and myself. I'd accepted the notion that bisexual identity supports the gender binary and excludes trans* people. Then I read several trans people talk about how they disagreed with that notion and identified as bi themselves. I still continued with queer identity though; the "bisexual identity is transphobic" argument wasn't the only thing I found incorrect about the identity for myself. I struggled through a bisexual book that included enough feminism (although rather intersectional feminism, which is why I found it okay) that bi still didn't feel right; I even wrote a review for Interview Continental (a UU affinity group for GLBTQIA+ community) that I hope I can link to some day.

It was thinking of one word from the identity page- transgressive- and the label cisgender that got me thinking of bisexual and me. During all my gender readings (and that included fun books like ate Bornstein's "Gender Workbook"), I can to accept the cis label. With all my friends who are trans, genderqueer, intersexed, the idea of being anything but a cis ally didn't make sense to me. One friend's argument with an EverydayFeminism article titled "6 Reasons Why Being Called Cisgender Is Not Offensive" helped put "transgressive" in a new light for me. I'm always going to transgress what's expected of me.

Which leads me back to the Mary Lambert quote I started with- whether I wear a queer or bi identity, I don't change. I will state my identity as bisexual, polyamorous, and kinky. I'm still ready to talk about how those words explain my reality. By the fact that I'm polyamorous and married to a male-bodied and -identified man, I have plenty of chances to work on bi-invisibility, to question hetero- and mono-normativity.

Even as a bisexual, I am still inherently transgressive... I don't follow rules very good. Funny for a lifestyle submissive, huh?

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

#WIPiTuP More of Tabitha's naked skin #FF #spanking #romance #BDSM

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.



I am a tired Joelle so you're gonna get just what I managed to type earlier in the day :D You'll have to wait for next week for more spankings :D. Here's the link for 2 weeks ago, when you got some more of Tabitha and Bina's date. There's a bit of overlap because I fixed where Bina said "ass" and I didn't think it was the right word for the scene. Continuing on with their webcam date, here's Tab getting closer to her spanking. Bina starts...

"I want you to reach behind you and caress your skin for me, knead those beautiful cheeks for me. Show me how much you need a spanking, need to feel the pain radiate through your butt into the rest of your deliciously curvy body."

Tabitha gasped. Her fingers trembled as she stretched her arm behind her. I've fallen in love with another writer. The press of her fingers in her skin made her gasp again. She listened for Bina's breathing, for her to say anything. She stroked herself, angling her fingers so she just felt a bit of her nail scraping her skin.

"That's a girl," Bina cooed. "Spread your legs a bit. I want to see more of you."

Tabitha lifted her right knee to place it back down on the teasing surface of her bed a few inches away. Her hips tilted as the moans started to drip from her parted lips.



Tuesday, January 27, 2015

#Taboo2sday My thoughts on "lesfic," taboo, and "Tabitha and Bina in Love"

So I didn't like my usual lines about this hop quite fit... "taboo" can be hot to many people, but some taboos aren't hot merely because they aren't in the mainstream and that's what I'm talking about today.


Anastasia Vitsky's post for the LesbianAppreciation 2015 event got me thinking. Her words caused me to re-think what I'm doing with my erotic romance authors in love. Bina identifies as a lesbian, Tabitha as pansexual- they're both monogamous. Tabitha only writes lesfic, while Bina is more experimental, writing from a queer, pansexual perspective, a multiplicity of gender and and sexual identities. So Bina's writing (included within their romance) isn't strictly lesfic, although she does write some. Keeping Anastasia's words in mind, I've thought to massage my story into lesfic, but that may change plans about how my authors' writing appears in the completed book.

Monday, January 26, 2015

#MasturbationMonday The Queen dreams of Simon #cum #masturbation #MM



I looked at the picture and felt disappointed at first that it was a guy- my Master jokes I'm a lesbian except for Him and well, I tend to like my men to look at close to bears as possible- big, hairy, comfortable in their own skin. However I thought of The Queen and Simon from my Vala's Story serial. The Queen had some thoughts and gave me this.

The Queen glanced at his laptop again. "Intriguing picture that Kayla has picked here. Despite the lack of chest hair, the body looks quite like Simon." He wrapped his hand around his cock. His gaze wandered down the muscled arm, across the rippling abs. His breath sped up in time with his stroking hand.

His mind pushed at the picture to correct it to Simon. The abs grew just a bit less defined to match the changes the yoga had wrought in his boy's body. But those legs! Gods, those legs that felt so good on his shoulders as he fucked Simon's asshole, the tight, tight pleasure. How he kept himself tight regardless how sexually active he was, was a mystery.

He let go of his cock long enough to spit on his palm before he started. He leaned back in his office chair and continued to study the Masturbation Monday picture. Such a good picture. The hand in the boxers... he imagined Simon relaxing on the couch as he watched their darling Tommy writhing against the floor, waiting for his own turn to fuck Tommy until he begged to come.

He groaned as his other hand slid up his body to his chest. The gorgeously masculine neck thrown back in pleasure echoed his own movements as he pinched first one then his other nipple. The pain was so sweet; he chuckled to think of any of his slaves seeing him now. Yes, he needed a good, long afternoon with Lady Audrey. He pinched one nipple harder, feeling the twinge of pain echo as pleasure in his nuts.

He studied the bits of hair on the arms, the legs. Did he want to come quick or delay the pleasure? He paused in the stroking, although he didn't let go of his cock. He rotated his shoulders, easing some tension. He felt the slow grin trip across his face.

"Come here and kneel beside my chair, Simon," The Queen ordered the silent submissive waiting just outside the doorway.

"Yes, my Queen." Simon cried as he obeyed on running feet. He dropped to the floor on his knees beside the chair before The Queen swung to face him.

"Tongue out! Eyes closed!"

Simon visibly shuddered as his eyes squinted shut and he stretched his mouth wide open, his tongue hanging out.

The Queen grunted as he reached forward to pinch Simon's nipple. He grunted again when his hand slipped over the head of his cock just before he started to shoot thick, white strings of cum across his boy's tongue, cheeks, collar, chest. Still pumping his cock of the last bits of orgasm, he brutally kissed Simon, groaning at tasting himself.

With no cum landing on his eyelids, Simon blinked them before opening his eyes. "Thanks, my Queen. I love to taste your cum."

"My good boy." He took Simon's hands in his before standing them both up. "Let us take a shower before we go grab someone to make you come for me to enjoy."

"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Simon snuggled against The Queen for a moment before the men made their way to the nearest bathroom.

Now if you enjoyed that, I suggest you go enjoy "Out of the Night: Book One." You get to meet both The Queen and Simon, even if you don't get to see as much sex with Simon in "Night"- although there is some BDSM action with him and Tommy that you get to enjoy :D.



"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

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, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

Buy it on-
Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) print edition- This is NOT the re-released edition with its editing and additions.
available at Lulu.com's Market Place
or
available on Amazon.com

Out of the Night: Book One (Vala's Story) ebook

Smashwords- multiple formats- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/417778 . First 20% available as a free sample.

Amazon/Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/Out-Night-Book-Valas-Story-ebook/dp/B00BDV8AXY/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=undefined&sr=1-1&keywords=Out+of+the+Night%3A+Book+One

Barnes and Noble/Nook edition
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/out-of-the-night-joelle-casteel/1114516404?ean=2940045758482

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Rayanna Jamison dips her toes in Corbin's Bend #spanking #romance

Yay for a new release from Rayanna Jamison. I can't wait to read it!!


“Come here, Lannea,” he said sitting on the bed, and patting a spot on the bedcovers beside him.

“Why did you come here tonight?” It was imperative to him that they opened the lines of conversation at least enough to discuss the spanking he would give her, and the reasons behind it.

“Because you told me to,” she smirked.

Oh, now she wanted to brat.  Obviously, she didn’t plan on making this easy for him. That was fine. Two could play that game.

“I gave you a free pass downstairs, to make all the smart ass little remarks you wanted to, and you had nothing to say. Well guess what, we’re upstairs now, and every little comment you make now is going to make your ass smart a little bit more. Your free pass is gone. Are we clear?”

“Yup,” Lannea breathed, looking a little awed. To be honest, Josiah was feeling a little awed himself. He had no idea where this stuff was coming from- just as he had had no idea where his original threat had came from.

“Yup is not an acceptable response when I ask you a question Lannea. The proper response would be ‘Yes Sir’.”

“Yes Sir,” Lannea mumbled, her eyes downcast.

Josiah frowned. He didn’t like that. He hooked his finger under her chin gently lifting her face until her gaze met his own.

“That’s my good girl, he said, careful to keep his voice soft and approving. “Now, Once again, why did you come here?”

“Because…because you said you would spank me if I came, and…it’s been a long time. A really long time,” she admitted, leaning forward to lay her head on his shoulder.

“How long has it been, Lannea? Tell me the truth.”

“It’s been…probably about three years, since I was in culinary school.”

Josiah nodded gravely. “You need this pretty badly, don’t you? Probably have for a long time.”

Her lip quivered, and he wasn’t surprised to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she nodded.

“Tell me Lannea. Say it. I want to hear from you why you need me to spank that perfect little bottom of yours.”


Blurb:

Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend. He wanted to find the one  woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic  DD relationship. Sparks fly  as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?

Buy links:


Author Bio:

Rayanna Jamison has always dreamed of becoming an author. She credits a big move from
Oregon to Utah in 2013 as the catalyst that finally began her writing career. She now lives in Southern Utah with her husband, two children, two dogs, and her mother. She writes what she loves to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, crafting, and shopping, and that's just in her spare time. When the kids and husband are home, she can be found baking with her daughter, watching her son and his friends, and hosting neighborhood block parties. She loves exploring her new area, and finding fun new things to do with her family.





Friday, January 23, 2015

#SatSpanks Joey bends over for the old wooden ruler #spanking #FF #BDSM #MFF

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.



Okay :D so I made it to sign up with about 30 mins left :D Somehow my mother decided that a water park was the perfect place to celebrate my dad's and my birthdays and themed it "in the tropics"- um, did she forget she gave birth to a child who's allergic to the sun?? But I got signed up and now I' shaking off ucky parent willies to dip into my ageplay/BDSM/spanking menage. Now my BRs for "Mommy" have gotten their copies of the section I wrote (here, you can read a little I shared on Wednesday if you like) and I'm going to share a randier :D snippet for Saturday Spankings because um, well I'm almost ready to submit this to a publisher hehehe. So this is a few lines from Wednesday, but I couldn't decide what hot snippet to share :D

Mommy yanked her hand out of me and pulled my panties off.

The first spank caught me off guard, its sharpness causing my slave mind to chirp about Mommy cupping her hand. The spanks fell one after another and I started to relax into the delicious penitential pain.

Mommy landed a spank on my sit-spot.

I cried out, "Mommy, please!"

Mommy stopped spanking with her hand only to start again with the cruel ruler.

I kicked up my legs, my body sliding forward as if I could escape the spanking.

"No you don't!"


My life apart from where it connects with my Master


I know I've written about assumptions before. Today I'm going to take on this notion of how much and how my life is affected by being a lifestyle submissive. I think this is probably one of the most frustrating set of assumptions I deal with, especially because people to whom I've been out as a sub for awhile will continue to be confused on this issue. If you aren't familiar with the idea of BDSM protocols, I suggest you go read this post of mine: http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/05/bdsm-protocols-what-are-they.html .

Now when it comes to protocols, my Master and I are still pretty much low to medium protocol, leaning closer to low. We certainly have less in the way of rituals or protocols than you'll find in much BDSM erotic romance (including my own- to grab the example of The Queen, I'll remind that he is firmly medium protocol in the way he runs his stable, sometimes bordering on high protocol. His slaves have expectations on title use whereas my use of my Master's title is much more controlled by who we're around, what we're doing).


I go places without telling my Master where I'm going.


Take another look at that... I do things like go shopping, going out with friends, taking our teen places and I do these things without getting my Master's permission before doing them, sometimes without telling Him because He's asleep and I expect Him to still be asleep after I return home.

I also have conversations that I don't tell my Master about, unless He specifically asks. Let me share an example of this: on Tuesday evening, I made plans with a friend to go to the gaming store that my Master was also going to so that I could take our teen to play games there. While at the store I was in the same room as my Master, but my attention was on my friend, with whom I was talking about a bunch of things (like an article about why cisgender people shouldn't consider the term cisgender oppressive by that term from everydayfeminism.com) and Unitarian Universalism (my friend's and my religion, but not my Master's). Sure, if He'd come up and asked what we were talking about, I would have told Him, but I didn't seek out His permission to engage in a conversation that I'm pretty sure He wouldn't want to be included in.

I think part of the problem is that people (especially online) act like "lifestyle submissive" is the whole of my identity. If you notice in the above paragraph, I acted as "mother," "friend," "spiritual person," and "activist/educator" apart from interacting with my Master. This is a regular thing for me, all these pieces of who I am. And furthermore, by the time you're all reading this, I'll have made a late night trip to Meijer to buy myself a new swim suit because my parents are coming to visit to take my teen and myself to a water park for birthdays (my dad's is already happened- there'll be a card for my Master, He who will be sleeping because He works- and mine coming up on the 27th)... the suit I had for when teen was still a pre-teen and going to a homeschool co-op no longer fit my body. Master pissed me off by lecturing about exercise- yeah, I want to drop like 30 lbs, but it's not going to happen overnight so I'm buying a new suit.

In irritation once I snapped at a UU friend, "Don't assume what I need to ask Shaman's permission for. If I need to ask His permission first, I'll say so. Otherwise you can stay out of my relationship."

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

#WIPiTuP At the Dog Park #FF #ageplay #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 like to know we're going in a good direction.



Yes, I titled this "at the dog park," but given the lack of anything hot within the time at the park, I'm sharing the end and the set up for Joey's next punishment. I am pleased to announce that I've finished the added stuff to the "Mommy's Visit" portion of my book "Mommy." The 36 pages of the visit need given to my BRs before I get this all ready to submit to a publisher :) So this may be the last bit of "Mommy" that you get before the book is published :D Jim is the guy they meet at the dog park.

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Mommy closed the door and climbed in herself. As she was starting her car, she looked into her mirror at me. "Once we've gotten him settled in at home, my plan to take you somewhere special must be postponed until after I paddle your behind."

"Yes, Mommy," I mumbled. I wanted to ask what "somewhere special" was, but didn't think that was a good idea.

"You nearly flashed Jim your panties when you went on the doggie slide."

"I'm very sorry, Mommy. I got so caught up with playing with the doggies." I felt my bottom lip shaking.



Mommy closed the door; Rex had gone to sleep in his bed in Master's bedroom. She turned on the classical music station.

I waited and watched Mommy's preparations.

She straightened the daybed's comforter before moving to the book shelf. She pulled the thick wooden ruler from its spot.

The gasp escaped my parted lips. The adult in me criticized my choice in not buying a thinner, more supple plastic ruler, but an old-fashioned one, its sturdy body as forbidding as a BDSM paddle.

Mommy pursed her lips at me. "It seems you've earned yourself another spanking for not behaving in a ladylike manner, especially when you shouldn't have been behaving as a little in the first place."

I lowered my chin to my chest, feeling so very small.



Monday, January 19, 2015

Oh sweet Mearr, let me come to the idea of you #MasturbationMonday #FF #virtual


I am so very glad I found this hop. Such a lovely prompting. This week, we're looking at shame. As in NO SHAME! Here you can check out the other people enjoying this week's prompt: http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-week-20/ .

For my sharing, I've fantasized about my character Mearr as you first meet her in my book "Out of the Night: Book One." (psst, you can read a bit of the book if you follow the buy link to either Amazon or Smashwords.) So I admit, I questioned if I remembered her eye color right :D

Without further ado....I'm gonna masturbate to Mearr, who is patterned after me in so many ways.

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Mearr sits in her window. She's cuddled in leather, preventing me from seeing much more than her face.

My fingers move between my legs even as my gaze moves over what I can see of all that fire engine red hair of hers, the spiral curls making my skin tingle in the desire to touch it. I wait for just moment to see if she'll open this beautiful eyes of hers open. I don't care if her gaze is filled with lack of sleep or some drug high- I just wanna see what pulled The Queen in, what made him want her so bad.

Moving without opening her eyes, Mearr produces a cigarette and lighter from a jacket pocket. I don't see her eyes open before the flame kisses the tip of the smoke. Her cheeks pull in slightly, her lips wrapped around the filter and my thoughts are immediately sexual as she sucks.

My middle finger slips into my cunt as my thumb mashes down my clit. I want to feel her lips on me. I want to taste her tongue. I watch for movement other than just her hand bringing the cigarette to her mouth.

Then she surprises me by turning her head and opening her eyes to look at my nebulous figure. She nails me with her gaze, my hand freezing as a second finger slides into my cunt. Her lips shape words, "How long have you been masturbating looking at me?"

I gasp, a mixed and strangled noise of arousal and curiosity. I can't summon the words to answer her. My mind plays tricks, juxtaposing Mearr as she is now and several shades of first the healthier Mearr, then the Vala she will become.

Mearr continues to hold my gaze. She takes periodic drags.

I watch the filter enter between her parted lips. Her lips tightening starts my hand moving again. I let my gaze slid downward as she starts rubbing her leather-clad legs against each other. I can't help but stare at the V of the pants, the leather tight against her skin. I wonder if she's shaved clean currently.

"How long?" she demands.

"Some minutes... maybe."

"Take your other hand and pinch your nipple." The command in the words illuminate the order in them within the partitions of my mind.

I shudder at tasting this piece of what intrigued The Queen. My hand obeys. As if it's not me doing it, my index finger folds over and I squeeze my left nipple between index finger and thumb.

"That's a girl," Mearr murmurs.

With her words, I'm hurled close to the orgasm dancing within me when I started watching Mearr sleeping. I pinch harder, even without another order for her perfectly shaped lips.

"So ready to come? Whatever would Shaman say? Do you even have permission to masturbate or to orgasm?"

The image of my Master in the picture on my blog snaps over my eyes, blocking the image of Mearr momentarily. I shake with the orgasm releasing and rampaging through my body.

"Just remember to tell Shaman your thoughts on not waiting for the 22nd, but the 20th, as it's literally 2 weeks."

I groan long and loud. "Yes, thanks."


"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb

Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

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, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Joelle's Bio:

Joelle Casteel has so many faces, ways of being that no assumption is never safe. The woman who'll use a child's backpack as a purse is just as likely to describe a graphic sex act. My Master, the dominant in the BDSM relationship that shapes much of my life, jokes that I'm so far from the mainstream that I've forgotten what the mainstream is. This of course shows up in my writing. I regularly blur gender and sexual orientation lines- although I will fight against the misgendering of my characters (between The Queen's legs are a penis and balls and he says he's a MAN.) Whether a short story or a novel, whether erotica or erotic romance, I tend to bring many taboos to the sex/BDSM table alongside crazy plots, over-the-top characters, and romance even in the midst of relationships you may never find in a greeting card store. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.




Thursday, January 15, 2015

How do I make decision, or "decisions in D/s"- not all dynamics are equal


I am fond of saying "I didn't give up my mind when I accepted my Master's collar." I don't know if it's that too many people only know about slavery from a textbook discussion of chattel slavery of Africans that the myths are so strong about a submissive in a consensual BDSM slavery. Do you see that word- consensual? That makes a big difference between the miscarriage of justice and human rights that is/was legal slavery and the modern (and often not exactly) chattel slavery that this world is cursed with.

Okay, I got that statement out of the way. Now I gotta admit that for this topic, I had to wait until I was no longer "seeing red" pissed off at the now-blocked-on-Facebook man whose insensitive and intrusive question gave me this topic. On this blog, given that I'm focused on erotic fiction and sexual education of adults, I don't spend a bunch of time mentioning my teen son, although he does slip into posts sometimes. This however is a post that closely involves him. You see, I'd written a post and set it to "friends" privacy on Facebook asking about computers. I have a teen gamer on my hands and his laptop was dying. Between my Master's thoughts and my teen's desires (as well as tons of comments he was getting from friends) stood me with not tech knowledge and a bunch of frustration.

My Master had looked at desktop computers at Best Buy and had pointed out one He felt was good enough. Even though it was the first day of my period and I felt awful, I pushed myself later to take teen to look at said computer. I was already angry and frustrated over "the computer situation" at this point. After one specific friend of the teen gave a paragraph of "specifications to look for," I started looking and they didn't fit the computer my Master had indicated. I ended up scrolling on Best Buy's refurbished computers trying to find something cheaper than the new gaming computers but with the recommended specifications. Teen finally came to me and said, "Mom, you can stop looking at computers. It's okay."

And the status message about teen saying that was the entry point for "male author friend" to be an asshole to me. My Master and I got into an argument in the thread and I apologized for my part of the argument within the thread. The guy decided that he was good to ask (I'm paraphrasing here), "Do you have a life of your own? Or do you do everything your master says?" I unfriended him at this point; I had too much to do to muddle with a jerk who didn't have the manners to ask about how I life BDSM in a private message. I then spent the day out of the house with my family. I came back to 3 long paragraphs of a lecture from guy that included sentences like "I thought you were stronger than that." I moved on to blocking at that point.

So I've spent 3 long paragraphs telling you that story now. A story of what was a family-related happening, not a writing-related thing. It struck me that "male author friend" made his assumption, didn't manage to ask politely... but then I sat back and asked myself (and later in my status message, others), "Don't most couples, BDSM or vanilla, talk about big ticket item purchases before making them?" A new computer, while a need in my household, is still not something we just go and buy because we want one. Teen's (and come to think of it, my Master's as well) dream would be to have a several thousand dollar Alienware gaming computer; yeah, with just one income, that's not going to happen. It wasn't a matter of "oh I'm a submissive so I can't buy a computer without talking to my Master." It was "A few hundred dollars is a lot for one item and I'm not jumping into this purchase without getting my Master's opinion on it." Sure, there are probably couples both D/s and vanilla where one of the people involved wouldn't think anything of "spending a few hundred dollars on a computer" or a similar thing given their income without discussing it, but that's not how my Master and I are. We talk things out. Quite a few vanilla friends of mine agreed that spending as much money as "a new computer," would be something they'd talk with their spouse about before making the purchase.

In the end, this is really about assumptions and manners. "I am a lifestyle submissive" doesn't mean exactly the same thing in every relationship. Manners are also a good thing. And in case you're wondering, teen does have his new computer, although not exactly the one he wanted and it's still a bit of a sore subject, but at least I have one less person prone to making rude assumptions and failing to ask questions. Nope, my mind is still firmly in place and I don't always agree with my Master. :D

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

#WIPiTuP Tabitha's naked skin on Bina's screen #FF #sex #webcam

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 am a sad and angry Joelle. Master is making life rough for me by acting whiny and childish rather than acting like a domly adult- I'm now drinking Irish Cream from my new pink My Little Pony cup- yes, I know Irish Cream isn't vegan and couldn't give a fuck less! :D Thankfully I don't have a Nurse Trinity like Anatasia Vitsky's Mira to wash my mouth out. Sometimes I wonder what it's like for authors whose DD/BDSM/spanking fetish is kept in fantasies and not lived in a relationship alongside their writing, as I do. I'd meant to give you more today- I've been teasing with some Tabitha and Bina on Monday and then today- sorry, I'm not up to pretending like I'm not writing this on Tuesday night as I'm so very glad that Master is at work so I could turn off that garbage show "Tosh.O" that He likes to watch. I do hope next Wednesday to have a bit more. But I've been writing thinking on Tab and Bina's second date, which Tabitha leads and takes Bina to see a 4th of July fireworks. Monday, Bina got much of hers, Tuesday a little more, and here we are at Tabitha's home, in her bedroom and Tab gets some care. :D

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"Now get on your bed on your hands and knees and I'll guide you to move as I can best see you," Bina instructed.

Tabitha looked down at her pale, pale skin. I'm so white I'm almost translucent. Her right hand moved as if to pat the roll on her belly, but she stopped herself, knowing that Bina watched. I find her attractive even with her size; she's not likely to judge my body. She looked across her elegantly flowered bedspread and was glad she'd made her bed before their date.

Bina cleared her throat, yanking Tabitha out of her reverie. "So is this how we start with your spankings? You moving so slowly you earn yourself more?"

"No," Tabitha whimpered and jumped up onto her bed. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she moved away from the edge.

"That's lovely." Bina's moaned words teased Tabitha. "Crawl forward maybe a foot and then turn your body a few inches to the left, but leave your knees where you stop."

"Yes." The whimpering had left off to make Tabitha's reply breathier. She looked ahead of her to gauge "a foot" and then moved carefully moved, listening for the slightest noise to come from her tablet indicating Bina's wishes. When she felt she'd advanced a foot and Bina hadn't said a thing in correction, Tab continued in her anxiousness as she lifted her hands and then set them in the next "square" of her comforter's pattern.

"Perfect," Bina praised. "I want you to reach behind you and caress your ass for me. Show me how much you need a spanking."

Tabitha gasped. Her fingers trembled as she stretched her arm behind her.

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A note, it was in the first piece of this scene, shown in the bit I put up for Taboo Tuesday, that I began to consider word choice. See, I'm operating at what Tabitha and Bina would use in their own life as a separate thing from what they might use in their stories. I'm still unsure about having Bina say "ass," I'm not sure it fits. Opinions, suggestions are most desired and welcomed on this.


Tuesday, January 13, 2015

#Taboo2sday Racing to get her orgasm? #FF #sex

Take a risk and try something a little taboo with me? D I promise you'll find delights and scares depending on how adventurous you are...



So if you haven't already enjoyed what of 'Tabitha and Bina in Love" that I shared for #MasturbationMonday, you might want to read here first. :D I continued 10 lines further from that scene to give you something a little taboo.

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Bina stopped talking for a moment, although the sounds of her fingers moving wetly over her body came to Tabitha across the phone. "Are you still driving safely?"

"Yes. Are you racing to come before I get home or something? I'm just a few minutes from home."

Bina chuckled. "Racing to orgasm. It's certainly a thought. Because yes, I did see enough of your beauty on the video chat that I'm so close to coming. I love imagine your lacy panties and the way they highlight the delicate curves of your ass."

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Of course with Love Spanks 2015 just around the corner- see the lovely graphic that Anastasia Vitsky had made in the right margin for more info- I'm thinking on "the love that dare not speak its name"- in this case, woman/woman love.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Tabitha Listens, Hands-Free, as Bina Comes #MasturbationMonday

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Talking with some writer friends about the types of sex they show in their books, I was lucky to see this hop recommended. So I went searching for its sign up page: http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/ . I do love myself a large variety of sexual expressions in erotic fiction, my own and others. When the sign up for this week went live and I saw the suggested topic- phone sex- it encouraged me to spend some time with my ladies Tabitha and Bina from my Nanowrimo novel 2014- "Tabitha and Bina in Love" (still very much in a raw, WIP state). Given that my erotic romance authors are many hours away, their relationship is a long distance one, experienced largely through virtual interactions. I started writing, wanting to dip my toes back into female/female intimacy before trying to finish off a scene in my ageplay/BDSM MFF. I'm hoping to share snippets of this phone sex scene across #MasturbationMonday, #Taboo2sday, and #WIPiTuP as I write more.

Scene set up: This comes after their second date, where Tabitha took Bina on video chat to see a fireworks display for the 4th of July. Tabitha is driving home.

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"Tell me a bit about what you're wearing." Bina's voice dropped a bit in tone. "I couldn't quite make it out the times I saw you on video."

Tabitha felt the heat coming into her cheeks and she clutched the steering wheel, rather than covering her anxious blushing. "Um"

"We're both erotic romance authors. You aren't too nervous to tell me what you're wearing in lovely, descriptive language? What sort of panties are you wearing?"

Tabitha licked her lips. "I'm not nervous."

Bina snorted. "Bull. Somehow I don't think it's too early in dating to ask if you need a spanking."

Tabitha took a sip of her smoothie before putting it back in the holder. "And how'd you divine that I would want a spanking, rather than to give you one, from my writing?"

"Luck?"

"Even though I wasn't sure if we'd be on video much, I decided I wanted to treat you and myself from the bottom up." Tabitha carefully merged onto the freeway. "I selected my lacy red panties and demi bra so I could wear my favorite rainbow-striped tank top. " A small echo from Bina's side of the conversation sounded. "Did you just go on speaker phone, you who is at home on her comfy couch?"

"And why shouldn't I?" Bina demanded with a laugh.

Where are her hands? "Along with my soft tank top, I have on a denim skirt that just reaches my knees. Then there are the thigh high stockings with the lacy tops to go with my mid-calf black boots."

"That sounds wonderful. What color are the thigh highs?"

Tabitha pushed her legs together; Bina's voice sounded as she'd imagined while reading her short story. "They're a chocolate brown, almost the color of my hair." She pulled in a deep breath. "So what did you wear for our date?"

"What I was wearing earlier or what I'm wearing now?" Bina teased.

"You're being such a tease after I took you out." We're still on the date?

"Well after you took off to clean up and get in your car, I stripped down to some night clothes."

Tabitha groaned, hoping the sound didn't pick up too clearly over the phone.

"What are you imagining that you're making such aroused sounds?" Bina's grin sounded in her voice.

"As I sleep naked, my image of night clothes is mostly the pretty, lacy things on the outside of lingerie departments." I didn't just admit that. Tabitha grinned.

"As do I mostly, sleep naked that is, but I do enjoy lacy things sometimes." Bina sipped a drink. "It seems I managed lace even before you told me about your panties."

Tabitha chewed her bottom lip. "What color?" she begged.

"Black and shiny, like a piece of licorice, and then strips of lace at the hem, across my belly."

"How am I supposed to pay attention to the road?"

"Because you're not the one masturbating, love."

Tabitha swallowed hard. I thought I was the one leading this date.

"It's just a lovely camisole stopping at my thighs. If you saw me wearing it, you could just tell that I'm not wearing panties. Although I love to imagine the red lace against your white skin as my fingers slide up my thighs."

"Are your nails painted?" Tabitha panted as Bina continued to draw the picture for her.

"A pale, smoky white. I find the color striking against my dark red skin, in the dark black curls." Bina chuckled softly. "I don't think I'd gotten around to mentioning that I don't shave."

"I love a woman with natural body hair." Tabitha quickly set her cruise control before she could step on the gas too hard.

"Good, because now I'm pressing one finger between my labia to touch my clit."

Tabitha's toes curled inside her boots.

"And now my finger is sliding into my pussy. Describe your hands to me." Bina moaned.

Tabitha pressed down against her seat. "I have long fingers ending in nails painted with the brightest red I could find, although my nails are on the short side."

"I imagine your hand moving with mine, our fingers wrapped in each other as two fingers slide into me, my own and one of yours."

"Oh, I wish I could see," Tabitha murmured.

"Soon, I'm sure. Maybe after you get home we can switch to video chat and take care of your... need."

Tabitha whimpered at Bina's pregnant pause. But I'm so horny now! "Are you moving that pretty hand on yours?"

"Yes, faster and faster, as fast as you can move with me."


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While I'm ending my teasing snippet here, if you come back tomorrow, you'll get to enjoy 10 more lines. I know :D I'm a tease. On Wednesday, I plan to show some of Tabitha being taken care of over video chat.