Stoker: Dark, Erotic, and Unforgettable

Anyone interested in dark sexual themes should see Stoker, which hits every deep Freudian thing with brutal grace. The movie is shot with amazing visual poetry, and is rife with sexual symbolism that strikes uncomfortable and arousing places. See, for example, the way a Daddy Long Legs crawls up India Stoker's leg while she plays the piano. Later, once she becomes more of an adult, it crawls higher, disappearing beneath her skirt.

Stoker plays hard. It hints at incest. It indulges in the twin thrills of sex and death. But for all that, it's not lurid. It comes on strong but subtle. The most suggestive scene to me involved India playing a piano duet with her uncle. They don't even kiss, and yet I was breathless by the end of it. The passion and transgression in the way they played came through hotter than so many straight-out sex scenes I've experienced.

This movie is about awakening and self-acceptance, though it has disturbing visions of both. I highly recommend it.

Sexy Music: "Thrift Shop" by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis (feat. Wanz)

"Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt, 'cuz right now I'm up in her skirt."
-- Macklemore



Am I the last person in America to have seen this awesome video? Macklemore is sexy for his confidence and sense of fun, and he got even sexier once I heard "Same Love," his meditation on gay rights.



-- This is a bonus music post, since I missed Monday.

Louisa Bacio Interview!

Louisa Bacio is here with me today, answering questions about her new release, Mirabella's Mardi Gras Menage. Enjoy!

1. Mirabella's Mardi Gras Ménage takes place in a world you've written in before. What should new readers know about the setting? 

Within New Orleans, the world of the Others – paranormals – and humans – coexist. Yet, the humans don’t really know they are there. With the vampires, there are two primary factions – those that keep their soul and are more “humane,” and those who go rogue.

The “hero” of this story, Nick, is pretty complicated. His story began in Chains of Silver, and he’s gone through a lot of changes. I don’t want to give away a lot. People can definitely pick up this novella and appreciate it. However, they’ll get more out of it if they read the others first. Right now, Nick is probably my favourite character – next to Trevor from the original story – so I’m a bit prejudiced.



2. Mardi Gras is traditionally a last chance to let loose before a period of ritual fasting. Does that theme — or others related to the holiday — get picked up in your narrative? 

Most definitely! Mirabella’s tired of being under the watch of her aunt, and she decides to get out in the world and live. It just happens to take place during the Mardi Gras activities. Pretty perfect timing, I’d say. Some conflict comes up, though, because she doesn’t quite know how to handle it.



3. Mirabella is in some ways a very innocent character — for example, she's still a virgin at the start of the book, thanks to her overprotective aunt. It impressed me that she doesn't get overshadowed by her two much more experienced lovers — especially since they have a bit of an existing relationship. What do you think keeps the relationship between the three of them balanced? 



Oh, she’s a little bit frightened by them. I had to temper her down a bit. I think it’s more of the excitement and passion of being with them that helps counter the experience aspect. Plus, there’s a level of trust there. Nick’s saved Mirabella in the past, and she’s used to being around paranormals, so she knows he’s not going to harm her.



4. The gender mix in this book (two women and a man) is different than in some of your others. Do you find the emotional shape of a romance changes when you're writing a different combination of genders? 

When the idea for Mirabella’s story came to me, I thought it would be a more traditional M/F/M. To my surprise – nope! I’ve written some lesbian stories, so the same-sex comes naturally to me. What I didn’t want to happen, though, was for Nick to bring Marguerite into the relationship. That seemed too domineering, and self-serving. Instead, I like the way it happened — that Mirabella and Marguerite got together first, and then Nick came into play.

Let me say, as a novella (which was supposed to be 20,000 words, and came in at 25k), there were more scenes I wanted to do. So, I might release a F/F excerpt at some time in the future. 



5. You've written a lot of ménage, and I'd love to get any tips you can share on how to handle the dreaded pronoun problem — I always struggle to make it clear, say, which "she" I'm talking about. 

Good place for a plug. I’m teaching a “De-Mystifying Ménage” workshop for Savvy Authors that starts today, March 25 (http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/showevent.php?eventid=1745). The pronouns can be tricky and so can keeping the body parts in order. I’ve got some great tips from Stacey Espino – one of my fav. ménage authors – on the acrobatics. Part of it, for me is having more than pronouns or names. So nicknames or descriptions. In Mirabella’s story, Marguerite has red hair, so she became the redhead lover, etc.



6. Do you plan to continue writing in the world of The Vampire, the Witch, and the Werewolf? 

At this time, I have one more full-length title planned for the fall. The story features Jana, a non-shifting werewolf we meet in The Wolfe Pack. Tired of being an outcast, she takes off for the city and shakes up with the original Vampire, Witch & Werewolf. Let’s say she has plenty of enticing experiences in this new environment. 



7. Is there anything else you'd like to add, about Mirabella's Mardi Gras Ménage, or writing in general?
 
This story was extremely fun to write. On that note, follow your instincts with a story. Listen to your characters, and they will come alive!

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer my questions!

Thanks so much for having me here today.

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Mirabella’s Mardi Gras Ménage
Constantly under the watchful eye of her Voodoo priestess aunt, Mirabella longs to break free during the events of Mardi Gras. Escapades draw her into the arms of Marguerite, a fiery redhead with a passion for life, and Nick, a familiar vampire who’s haunted by his transformation and past.

What starts as a new experience – a Mardi Gras Ménage – soon turns deadly, and none of their lives will ever be the same.


Available via Ravenous Romance, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other eRetailers.

Bio

Louisa Bacio is the author of six erotic novels, including the paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, and numerous steamy short stories.

Bacio enjoys soaking up the sun in Southern California, and spending time with her family. In addition to writing and editing, Bacio teaches college courses in English, journalism, film studies and popular culture.

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Review: Those Girls: A Go Deeper Press Novelette

Those Girls: A Go Deeper Press Novelette by Alison Tyler

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



This book packs a great deal of nuance, character development, and hot sex — particularly considering its abbreviated length. It was nice to be in the head of a dominant male who's a character not a caricature, catching glimpses of his vulnerabilities, assumptions, desires, and so forth. The main character is experienced and knows what he's doing, but not to the point that he loses his humanity or can't be changed by a powerful encounter with the right sub. Vivid and authentic.



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Review: The Killer Wore Leather: An S/M Mystery

The Killer Wore Leather: An S/M Mystery by Laura Antoniou

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



The Killer Wore Leather is a fantastic mystery set at a kink convention. Having been to several of those myself, I very much appreciated Antoniou's keen observation of typical characters.

As others have said, this book is quite funny. (In fact, my first encounter with it was at a reading Antoniou did at a kink convention, where she had the audience howling and weeping as she laid chapter one on us).

On top of being funny, it's a page-turner, and it's poignant.

I don't read many mysteries, so I can't speak much to the conventions of that genre. What I do know is that Antoniou does a great job raising both short-term and long-term questions that pulled me through the book. Of course, I wanted to know the Big Answer to the main murder, but at any given time, I wondered how X person would react to Y question or if A and B would ever discuss this particular thing, or if C and D would eventually sleep together.

In many books, I'm interested only by certain subplots -- in The Killer Wore Leather, I cared about everything. I loved every viewpoint, whether of the reporter new to the world of BDSM, the self-absorbed Mistress Ravenfyre, or the world-weary lesbian detective. Each character is well-drawn, fully-realized, and very individual. No one is completely wrong or completely right, which is refreshing and the sign of a very good author. Even characters I was inclined to despise turned out to have their saving graces.

There are some very sexy scenes, and each is very individual to the characters and demonstrates an understanding of the heart of the kink in question. My favorite example is the eroticism with which Antoniou writes about boot blacks -- which was funny but also quite hot.

This leads me to the point about poignancy. Comedy can often have a deep side when it's realistic enough. There were plenty of moments in this book that left me genuinely sad or satisfied. Antoniou hits the nail on the head about many things that weary me about the kink community, but she does it with the love and respect that only an insider can have, and she doesn't neglect to show its bright spots, too.

I couldn't recommend this book enough.



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Review: A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting

A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting by Deborah Addington

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



"Woman cannot live on fisting alone," says the author in her delightful and quirky preface, but this book certainly makes me want to try! I've read a lot of how-to sex books, and rarely do I encounter such vivacious language combined with cool-headed and clear instructions. The book is poetic, the writer clearly knows and loves her subject, and the overall effect is inspiring and arousing.



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Blind With Desire

I've been having a great time reading reviews of the stories in Alison Tyler's Sudden Sex anthology, so I decided to play, too. I chose Tenille Brown's "I'd Rather Go Blind" because of the title, and because I generally enjoy her stories.

"I'd Rather Go Blind" starts when a woman is offered a choice: she can go without sight or without hearing for the coming encounter. As the title suggests, she chooses to forego sight, and is blindfolded. The genius of this story lies in its attention to the other senses, particularly hearing. For example, the woman wonders for the first time if the neighbors can hear what she and her lover are doing. I know from experience that a toy like a blindfold is inert until it's given life and magic by the people using it. This story captures a sense of surprise and delight that transforms the blindfold into something more than an object. I'd love to read a sequel that would tell me what the lover planned to do if she'd chosen to be deaf!

There are 68 more stories on top of this one -- if you'd like to check them out, it's easy to find Sudden Sex.

And, though the mood of this song is different from the mood of the story, Tenille did say the song inspired her. I can't pass up an excuse to post a song performed by Etta James and Dr. John.



"I don't want to be free." -- Etta James

Definitions of Romance, Erotica, and Erotica Romance

I was struck by some definitions laid out by Shayla Black in the introduction to Best Erotic Romance. She expands more than I'm going to quote, so I recommend reading the whole thing for yourself, but here are some choice snippets:

Romance is a journey about people finding one another.

Classic erotica is one person's journey to self-fulfillment through sexual expression and exploration.

When we put the two genres together... it's a journey that leads us to both our heart's desire and our self-actualized personal best, all because we expressed our deepest sexual self with the person we love and formed a bond meant to last through either a meaningful encounter or the rest of our lives.

I think this is beautiful and well-put, and it emphasizes how well the genres can support each other when used in tandem. Of course, they don't have to support each other, which is why there's still a place for each on its own. Romances don't have to be consummated at all, and I would argue that some friendships follow a classic romantic arc. Sexual exploration can open and transform a person even when no bond is formed with anyone else, or even in the event of negative emotions with sexual partners.

I do have to say, however, that the erotic romance journey Black describes is very much what I want to experience with a partner, and represents my personal ideal of romantic love.

Music Mondays: "What Was I Thinking" by Dierks Bentley

"Cause I was thinking about a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me." -- Dierks Bentley



In case you thought I only like my country dark as hell (as in last week), I thought I'd shoot you one of my favorite "fun" songs. The thing I really love about country is the storytelling, and this song is a great example. I particularly like the heroic sound to the guitar as the song builds up. Dierks Bentley's voice is sexy as hell, and when I looked up the video I found he's a cutie, too.

"Your Dad, though, with the shotgun and everything... My first time experiencing that." I laughed out loud. In another life, he'd be a great hot geek.

Enjoy.

Review: The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint

The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint by Alison Tyler

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



The Big Book of Bondage covers an amazingly wide range of bondage erotica. The vast majority of the stories provide hot sex, innovative scenarios, and depth of feeling.

I read this book slowly over a period of time, and enjoyed it thoroughly. This book very much passed what I consider to be the key test -- the quality of writing and variety of settings and characters engaged me even in stories that don't hit my personal kinks. And when stories did hit my personal kinks -- hello there, "Eye Contact," by Derek McDaniel -- well, they hit them hard.

Some stories were softer but no less naughty, such as Donna George Storey's "The Naughty Chair," which I liked partly because it raised a favorite point of mine -- that bondage can take place in the mind, without props at all. Sharon Wachsler's "River of Beauty" is an unusual, poetic, powerful story about the transformative power of art.

And then there was Madeline Elayne's "Prey," which just floored me because I've never read anything like it. It was so raw, energetic, and dangerously sexual that the act of reading it exhilarated me.

This is a top-notch collection that anyone interested in bondage should check out.



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Andromache's Prize Now Available!

My newest release from Forbidden Fiction is out, Andromache's Prize, a dark story set in the world of Homer's Iliad:

When Briseis had belonged to noble Achilles, she had been better able to bear slavery. Now, though, the heroes have all sailed away home, leaving baser men to strip the carcass of Troy. Briseis has been given into the hands of cruel Calygdus, and nightly she suffers for his every shame and weakness — until Andromache and the women of Troy fall upon the Greek camp, slaying the men and releasing the women slaves, promising them freedom in the City of Women. Freedom — and love. (M/F, F/F)

(Be warned that while the story culminates in a lesbian romance, it includes disturbing scenes of nonconsensual slavery.)

You can find out more (including where to get it) here.

Smut By the Sea

Just got the word that I'll have a story in volume 2 of Smut By the Sea! My story, "Brazilian Fantasy," is set in Trancoso, a part of Brazil that's become a vacation hotspot for fashionistas. Our heroine, however, doesn't have the money to visit the famous (and famously expensive) spa there. She'll have to make her own fun...

Writing this story made me feel like I needed to go on vacation!

A Milestone, and How to Choose from My Work

Perhaps only of interest to me, since the books themselves have not posted yet, but I noticed recently that my author page on Ellora's Cave is up. So that's really happening. :)

Writing for them has made me think a lot about that phrase "erotic romance" -- in my work for EC so far, it's been really true. I employ all my eroticist tricks, coming up with varied sex scenes that reveal character and move the plot along, while also building a love story that comes to fruition in a happy ending. I've enjoyed the form, and it's taught me a lot about how to plan (that belongs in another post).

I'm very proud of my work for EC -- The Fugitive's Sexy Brother is the most complex story I've written, including a villain who nearly stole my heart, a thriller plot, and three different couples who use three different styles of BDSM. I'm planning to write a lot more in the erotic romance form.

And if you like my dark erotica (where happy endings are not guaranteed), never fear. I've got two deliciously dark pieces coming out from Forbidden Fiction this year (Andromache's Prize, which drops next week, and Icarus, a retelling of the myth that is, IMO, the best thing I wrote last year). And the year is young.

One thing I've always known is that as a writer I really like to stretch into a wide variety of styles. As I've moved into publishing more stand-alone books, I've tried to group them in sensible ways so readers know what to expect. Of course, it's wonderful if you love everything I do. On the other hand, if you prefer certain styles, my current system is:

Breathless Press - erotic paranormal romance (all werewolves so far, includes HFN)
Ellora's Cave - contemporary erotic romance (realistic modern settings, ends in HEA)
Forbidden Fiction - erotica (often mythological, generally dark, sex in a variety of moods, all bets are off about how this thing will end - some HEA, some tragic)

I love the freedom this system gives me, and I hope it helps readers pick up books they're going to enjoy. I also do a lot of work for anthologies, in which case I try to follow the mood that I think fits the publisher, and am generally erotic and sex-positive.

Music Mondays: "Two Black Cadillacs" by Carrie Underwood

"They shared a crimson smile and just walked away." -- Carrie Underwood



If they shared a crimson kiss rather than just a smile, I'd be all set. I love Carrie Underwood especially for the stylish way she does anger.

Also, Carrie, could I please have your shoes? Sweet Jesus.

Andromache's Prize

I've got cover art to share, this time from the excellent Siolnatine (my favorite cover artist of the mythical). Love the way this cover refers to the style of Ancient Greek art.

Andromache's Prize is a lesbian love story set against the aftermath of The Trojan War. It pairs Andromache (wife to the late Hector) with Briseis (famous coveted object of Achilles and Agamemnon). It's a war story, so the opening is brutal and harsh -- be warned that some readers may find it disturbing.

I love The Iliad more than I can explain, so I'm really excited to write in its world. The book will drop in about a week, and you can check out an excerpt now at Forbidden Fiction's story page.

(This story was formerly titled "After Troy, the Women.")

Chocoholics Rejoice!

Smut for Chocoholics came out this week from Sexy Reads. This is a delicious, substantial anthology of stories of "sensual, sinful chocolatey indulgence" edited by Kevin Mitnik with assistance from Victoria Blisse.

I was really excited when I saw the TOC:

Victoria Blisse - The Chocolate Addict
Giselle Renarde - Mona's Flood
Lexie Bay - Decadent Velvet
Annabeth Leong - It's Not Vanilla
Lily Harlem - Red Carpet Sweat
Violet Fields - The Runaway Bride's Surprise
Nicole Gestalt - The Chocolatier
Tamsin Flowers - Her First Taste
Tenille Brown - Kisses
Vanessa de Sade - Caramel Velvet
Wendi Zwaduk - Drizzle Me In Chocolate
Lucy Felthouse - Not Just Desserts

Maybe someday I'll manage to get close to Giselle Renarde's incredible productivity -- I swear she's in every anthology I pick up! :)

For now, the anthology is available on All Romance (though it's coming soon to other e-book vendors). I'll be doing a guest blog at Sexy Reads about my piece, and there'll be other fun stuff to come from the other authors!

In the meantime, I was pleased to see that the excerpt at All Romance is from my story. I'll follow suit:

Josh moans, working his hips to get more friction in my mouth. I let him lead, but before we can settle into a rhythm, Josh pulls away, reaching for Mark. With three of us in bed, we've gotten used to awkward readjustments. We execute this one as smoothly as possible. Josh kneels before Mark and takes his mint-chocolate-covered dick into him mouth. I lie on the floor so I can reach the erection between Josh's legs. In response to Josh's guidance, I curl my body forward so his fingers can reach my clit.

Then I lose myself in the smells and tastes of hot chocolate and hotter men. Josh works my clit with a rhythm that precisely matches my pace with his cock. My tongue writhes against his shaft. His thumb dips inside my pussy. I want one more flavor with my chocolate: him.

I tickle his inner thighs and work harder, but it's Mark who starts a chain reaction that leads to all of our orgasms.

Mark grabs the back of Josh's head, thrusts a few times, then tenses as he comes. Josh seems to enjoy being manhandled by our normally submissive lover, because a moment later I'm swallowing all the hot cream I can handle, while Josh's hand speeds up on my clit as if he's in the last seconds of jerking himself off.

I grab his wrist and arch up hard against the pressure of his hand, collecting tension in my pussy. I shut my eyes and slip off his cock, resting my head against Josh's thigh, focusing and gathering my own pleasure until it bursts into an orgasm. I rock my hips through it, listening to everyone's labored breathing.

An Interview With Kyoko Church

I first encountered Kyoko Church's writing in her excellent contributions to anthologies by Mischief Books. Now, she's on tour to promote her new stand-alone title, For Her Pleasure. She kindly allowed me to ask her about femdom, moving into writing longer work, and more. Enjoy!

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The blurb:

Imagine an average guy with a wife, a job, average house, average car, average sex life… Well, not exactly. He has a secret he finds so embarrassing that he never talks to anyone about it. And then one day he meets her...

An architect chairs the newly formed Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee at his office. When the consultant he hires to help him organize the new committee turns out to be a red-haired bombshell, he tries to rein in his untoward thoughts.

But when she uncovers his embarrassing little secrets, this married man ends up in a relationship that’s so wrong on every level of his carefully put together life.

How long will he let his burning carnal desires threaten everything he’s worked so hard for?

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1. You’ve said that For Her Pleasure is based on previously published short stories. How did the story of subPaul and his Mistress begin?

I’m not sure if you mean how did their story begin or how did I begin writing it. I’ll try and answer both. The first incarnation of their story had them meeting in an elevator of a building they were both working in. They did not share any kind of professional relationship, nor did it have anything to do with the Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee -- that came later. They just shared a moment where they really saw each other, if you know what I mean. As for writing, it began with this idea of a man who could turn a perceived weakness into a source of arousal. I find that idea to be really intriguing and it inspires all sorts of thoughts and fantasies for me.


2. A lot of authors who start out writing short pieces seem to struggle to put together longer work (myself included). Can you talk a little about how you converted short stories to a single-author novella?


Sure! As I said, I had a lot of ideas for scenarios that subPaul and Mistress could find themselves in. I find it’s fairly easy for me to come up with snippets of hot encounters. But yes, weaving them into a longer work was a challenge. And it was the first time I’d written a single-author novella! Up to the time when I wrote this I’d only written short stories. I have to say, my editor at Mischief helped me. Although I had a lot of the scenarios and relationship elements laid out, it was he who suggested to me that there needed to be an extra element of tension. There needed to be more at stake for my sub. And that is when I came up with the idea of him chairing the Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee. In the end, the juxtaposition of this man indulging in all his kinky fantasies while chairing this committee not only gave the story more heat, it also afforded me more opportunities to be a bit funny. Lol. Because femdom so often ventures into the realm of the absurd!


3. Wrongness seems to be a theme of For Her Pleasure. Sub Paul chairs the Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee, he’s married, and so on. Wrongness can be very uncomfortable -— but it can also be very hot. How do you use wrongness in For Her Pleasure, and what makes it a turn-on? 


I’ve never really thought of it in those words but you’re right, wrongness is a prevalent theme throughout. Yes, it can be so hot! In this story, as I talked about, it provides tension for the plot. But also for Paul in his sexual exploits. Mistress toys with him quite a bit in terms of his job and his wife and his marriage. He has those moments where he thinks, this is so wrong… why am I so excited by it?? That’s a great question, what makes it a turn on. And one you see discussed more and more, in terms of infidelity. How do you escape the fact that, while infidelity is certainly not something positive, it is increasingly difficult to deny that the very fact you are not supposed to do it is part of the allure for some. It’s difficult to say why that is. I don’t think I can put it into words. I think it is just a natural part of some people’s psyches that, as soon as you say don’t do xyz, suddenly xyz is all they can think about doing!


4. I was really interested by a quote I found on your blog: “If the idea of femdom scares you or doesn't interest you or is something you think is really weird and you don't get it... I'll ask you to go with me a bit on this. You might be surprised. Because, before I started writing in this subgenre, I was like you.” I’d love to hear more of that story. What made you try writing femdom if it weirded you out at first? 


Aw, you checked out my blog? And found something interesting?! Yay! That totally makes my day. As for writing femdom, yes, it did weird me out at first. I didn’t have any experience with it and had never really given it much thought. What little knowledge I did have was populated by stereotypical images of harsh looking women in leather brandishing whips and weak looking men cowering at their feet. I didn’t understand it and I dismissed it as something that was simply not my cup of tea.

So I didn’t wake up one day and decide, I want to try writing femdom! It just evolved into that. My writing always comes from little fantasies I have and all my fantasies are derived from power struggle. Up to that point I had always related more to the submissive side and since I’m female that translated into stories that were maledom. But when I think about it I have always been fascinated by the issue that Paul struggles with in this book: premature ejaculation. (Hm, that deserves a whole blog post in itself! Stay tuned to the tour for that!) So in indulging my fantasies about that, it created these characters and this story grew from there.

5. You’ve also suggested For Her Pleasure might provide a fresh perspective on femdom. How so?

I guess that was a little naïve or perhaps presumptuous of me to say. In my eyes it’s a fresh perspective since I had not encountered a more sensual approach to femdom before. I had those harsh stereotypes in my head. I hadn’t considered that a female character could dominate while still maintaining a soft, sexy and even loving demeanour. So to a reader who is like I was – with limited knowledge of the subgenre and who might dismiss it as just weird and unflattering – I am hoping this provides another way of looking at it.


6. As a writer of both femdom and maledom, do you feel you’re speaking to different audiences? Or do you think there’s overlap in the readership? Most of my femdom reading has come about when I followed a favorite kinky author to the “other side.” To what extent do you think a person can enjoy both? 


Ha, I love you thinking of it as “the other side”! That’s funny. Like, come join us over here on the dark side. We’re having loads of fun! Lol.

I don’t think about an audience when I write. I can’t. I just don’t think my writing would come out authentically or with passion if I did. I write what pleases me and then just hope others like it too. I don’t think I’ve been publishing long enough to be able to speak knowledgeably on the topic of overlap between femdom and maledom readership. I really don’t know. I think there could be. I think if you enjoy power exchange in a sexual context, which is really what’s at the core of almost everything I write, then it’s possible to enjoy reading both, even if you wouldn’t want to explore one or the other in real life. That’s what the fun of reading books is all about, right?

7. Anything else you’d like to add about writing in general, femdom, or For Her Pleasure?


Just that I hope readers will check it out, whether they’re a fan of the subgenre or not. I really feel the story holds up on its own merits, not just as an excuse to write hot femdom erotica. Having said that, don’t get me wrong, there are LOTS of hot femdom scenes filled with tension and lusty, naughty behaviour! So do have a look. And I’m always eager to know what readers think. I encourage people to comment, tweet or otherwise contact me with their thoughts!

Thanks so much for taking the time to answer my questions!

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Excerpt:

When he got back to his office she was stretched out on the leather sofa beneath the large picture window that looked out high over the city. Her feet were up, Kate Spade heels on the floor. Again, those red toenails.

He shut the door behind him.

‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I made myself comfortable while I was waiting. Been on my feet all day.’ The look she gave him then could only be described as imploring. Imploring in a way that sucked his gaze back to those gorgeous feet. An inexplicably helpless feeling bloomed in his chest.

‘Have a seat,’ she said, indicating the sofa beside her.

He settled uncomfortably at the other end, not knowing where to look or how to position his body. She chuckled. ‘A little closer, silly,’ she said, lifting her foot up, offering it to him as he moved closer. He blushed but took it, gently. Her foot was surprisingly small and slender, the skin pale so the red toenails stood out sharply.

His mind raced. Raced. Everything in his brain screamed how wrong this was, how they were the two people in the entire building most aware of the wrongness, charged as they were with informing the entire company on the intricacies of how wrong everything about a man touching a woman’s foot in a work setting was.

Especially when said man was pitching a tent in his pants.

But he absolutely could not stop. His dick screamed back at his brain to shut the fuck up, just shut up for once and let me have this one.
Well, what harm would a little consensual foot rub do? That was the key word, right? Consensual. He began to massage slowly.

‘Wait a second.’ He looked up. ‘Turn to me a little,’ she said. ‘That’s right. Now lift your knee up onto the couch.’ He did so and jumped as she placed her other foot gently but firmly against his crotch. ‘Keep rubbing,’ she commanded, gesturing at the foot in his hand. ‘I just want to make sure you’re not getting excited.’ Fire exploded in his face. He looked away from her, at her foot, then looked away from that.
She laughed. ‘It’s OK,’ she cooed. ‘I know you like my feet. And I do need a foot rub right now. So you rub my foot.’ He hesitated. ‘Do it,’ she said, not laughing now. ‘But I just need to make sure, you know, for legal reasons, that you’re not being a disgusting pervert and getting all excited about my pretty feet. I need to make sure this foot rub is just about you doing something I’ve asked you to do for me. Alright? For massage therapy purposes.’

How could he be so confused and at the same time his dick be growing? Did she mean it? Of course she didn’t, but he couldn’t be sure.
He rubbed, obediently trying to clear his mind, trying to think of anything but her slim foot in his hands. But there was also the pressure of her other foot against him. And then she started making little noises. Little whimpers, groans of pleasure. ‘Mmm, that’s right,’ she purred. ‘Ooo, right there, that feels so good.’ He was helpless. He sat helplessly rubbing her sexy foot while his cock grew with a mind of its own.

‘Oh my god, what is going on?’ She looked at him. ‘I can feel you, you know,’ she said, wiggling her toes against his stiffness, only worsening matters. ‘God, what horny little thoughts are going through your head? Was it the noises I was making?’ she chided. ‘I was only enjoying the foot rub! You weren’t thinking that’s what I sound like when I fuck, were you?’ Oh! To hear that word. To hear that word come out of her mouth. It hung in the air, like a spark, like an echo. A mere half hour ago she had been standing in the conference room lecturing on what constituted inappropriate language in the workplace! But he could not deny that he had never heard that word sound so fucking sexy ever before. A hard slap of a word and when she said it he immediately wanted nothing more than to do it. With her. Now.
He stared into his lap, unable to respond. ‘Well, if you are going to act like a horny, little dog, then that’s how I’m going to have to treat you.’

This is how it was that the chair of the sexual harassment committee of X Architects found himself on all fours on the floor in front of this goddess, pants around his knees, praying, hoping against hope that no one opened the door to his office that he didn’t think to lock, while he humped his straining shaft against her foot like some kind of human lap dog.

It was sheer and utter madness. And he was powerless against it.

Even though she didn’t make it easy for him, did things like swing her foot away, complain that he was going too fast, laugh, force him to keep all four limbs on the ground, to not use his hands, even still his little problem reared its ugly head.

He spurted, hips helplessly bucking, after two minutes.

Oh no.

Here it comes.

He knelt in front of her and braced himself. He steeled himself against the familiar onslaught of feeling – frustration, anger, shame – that always raged through him like a firestorm, burning through everything in its path. But instead of the usual reactions of disappointment, pity, anger or worse, the yawning silence, pregnant with judgments and unspoken resentment, there was something different.
Giggling. Like tinsel. Like glasses chinking together, crystal laughter.

‘My, my, my, we are the eager little beaver, aren’t we?’

Heat rose, he could hear the blood pump through the vessels in his head.

‘That’s OK, sweetie,’ she said and she leaned over, put her lips right next to his ear, so he could feel her breath on his skin. ‘Mistress has all sorts of ways of dealing with a horny little puppy like you,’ she whispered.

Oh fuck.

‘Starting with,’ she said, dipping her finger in the creamy mess on her foot, ‘rubbing your nose in it.’ She swiped her finger across the space between his nose and his upper lip. A moustache of his own shame. The sharp, acrid odour immediately brought a fresh jolt of humiliation. ‘You may not rub or wash that off,’ she announced. She took his chin with her fingers, stared right into his eyes. His heart pounded in terror. ‘You will wear your disgusting mess on your face. It will be there for all of the rest of your meetings today.’ Oh god. ‘And when you go home and kiss your wife.’ Oh god! ‘And when you put your head on your pillow tonight.’ She sighed then, closed those gorgeous eyes and smiled. ‘When you have your shower tomorrow morning you may wash it off then.’ He realized then he wasn’t breathing and took in a gasping breath.

And suddenly he realized something else. Something astounding.

He was hard again. Harder than he had been the first time.

There was shame. But no anger. There was humiliation. But no frustration.

Pure humiliation. Not blazing, like the white hot heat of the firestorm of his secret torment, but rolling in slowly, like molasses, covering him, turning his insides liquid, enveloping him in a mass of humility, shrinking him down, making him want to place his hard, needy little cock before her in an act of complete submission.

And what she did then made it throb and ache even more.

She leaned in and placed the smallest little kiss with her full, soft, pouty red lips right on the tip of his nose. Like the period at the end of a sentence.

There it was. Just like that. Turned a hair to the left. His torment died.

His kink was born.

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Bio:

Kyoko Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was impressed. When he found it, father was not.

For the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame. Until she found a community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace, Rubicund Publishing and Xcite Books. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure was published by HarperCollins Mischief in February 2013.

A Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.

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