Learning the Ropes

No, this is not a post about Japanese rope bondage or pony play! Sorry, but those might come later ;)

Shortly after my first officially published story was released by Pink Petal Books, I was asked why I had made the decision to go through a publisher as opposed to self/e-publishing via a platform such as SmashWords. Given that going it alone can result in more money for the author, why did I take the path of less compensation?

Having already done the pros and cons about my options in this open publishing age, I had no trouble at all in explaining my choice.

First off, I wanted a chance to work with a publisher on a project, even one as small as 12 Steps to Desire. Even if I never publish anything again, I will have met this one personal goal. Now that being said, more stories are on their way.

Secondly, in my mind, it was a greater challenge to write something a professional publisher would accept. It made me up my creative game. Now, I have to admit that this opportunity came earlier than I had expected to and for that I am incredibly thankful to Mary Wilson at Jupiter Gardens Press! And to be asked if I had plans to write more stories with the same characters was definitely a boost to my ego. The second is on its way and plans are in the works for numbers three and four.

Third, I am very new to publishing and the erotica industry and wanted an experienced hand to guide me through the process.

Finally, I have - over the past year and for research purposes - purchased and downloaded a wide range of erotica. I have a nice collection of hard copies and my Kobo is burdened by a substantial library of erotica. Some are published through the many companies out there but the bulk are self published, uploaded and available to low, or no, cost.

Now, as an English Major and Communications specialist [day job], I am very keen on grammar and spelling. While some of the independantly posted stories are exquisite tales of sex, seduction and kink, there have been more that could have benefited from a second, or third set of eyes. And that is perhaps the biggest reason I wanted to work with a publisher - to ensure the stories that mean so much to me can be the best they can be, by someone who does it for a living.

Now even though this was my choice for now, I do plan on takng advantage of electronic publishing, maybe even in the near future. But for now, I am thrilled with my choice.

So it's a New Year!

It's been quite some time since I've posted here. The big news is that I was pulled away by a short story that was picked up by Pink Petal Books, an imprint of Jupiter Gardens!!!

And it was officially released today!

You can buy the story here: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/12-Steps-To-Desire-by-Shayna-York.html

On another note, I have made very few resolutions for the New Year, but I am committed to keeping this blog more up-to-date. And that includes the finale of Impulse Affair.

Impulse Affair - Part 8

We dozed on and off for some time, our hands occasionally reaching out to touch and caress each other's skin. When we talked, it was to share a memory, brought to mind by our time together. Things we wished we had done, but couldn’t bring ourselves to do. Places we had wanted to see, but then never visited. People we had loved, but never told.

Staying in bed, looking at his body, his muscles, his skin made me hungry for more. It also made me just plain hungry. As my stomach growled, he chuckled and reached for the phone. Raising an eyebrow for my permission this impulse lover of mine ordered breakfast for dinner; French toast, bacon, eggs Benedict and sausage.

“If we are going to do this right, let’s throw convention out the window.”

The food arrived in short order and he pulled out a chair for me, bowing gallantly as I sat down. “Duchess, your dinner sits waiting!” He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a long black strip of fabric. Blindfolding me, he sat next to me and proceeded to feed me.

Not being able to see what I was eating, what the next bite would bring was a new experience for me. The food smelled better, tasted richer than ever.

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When a drop of syrup escaped the French toast, falling on my collar bone, he leaned in and kissed it off. His one touch sparked my desire which flamed as he began to drizzle syrup onto my naked breasts before nibbling and licking it off. When the hollandaise sauce from the eggs spilled from the fork onto my lips, he sucked it off as I moaned gently.

Food became the catalyst for our next round of passionate play. I never wanted it to end. I ate my full, but didn’t lose my hunger for him, and he knew it.

“Open your mouth Duchess.”

I complied, only to whimper in ecstasy as his hard shaft slid over my lips, to fill my ravenous mouth. “Get it nice and wet Duchess. I’m gonna fuck you until you are full of me.”

My saliva ran over his length as I licked and sucked his flesh. He pulled out and with a swift sure movement drew me to my feet.  Bending me over the table, he spread my soft ass cheeks before driving his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped as my tender hole filled with him. His thrusts drove my thighs into the table and I begged for more. His strong hands slapped my ass and still I pleaded for more from him.  

He rode me hard and I welcomed it. He had pleasured me gently and I had sucked him deeply, now he was taking me desperately and I craved it. It would wrap up this fantastic interlude and hold it forever in my mind.

His panting breath quickened and I knew he was close to his climax. Reaching a hand down, I rubbed my swollen clit as he bucked deep inside me. I came hard, my muscles clenching so hard they pulled a low, harsh cry from his lips. He shuddered as he came inside me, pressing against my back to steady his trembling body.

Impulse Affair - Part 7

With his hands grasped firmly on my hair, he guided my mouth to his hot, rigid shaft. “Open,” came the harsh order. I complied and he slowly slid his unyielding cock into my eager mouth. Slowly he pushed in, getting further and further until his engorged tip hit my throat. He paused, expected me to gag, but I pushed forward and took all of him in without flinching.

His amazed groan was all the incentive I needed. I closed my lips around him and ran my tongue over his rock hard flesh. He looked down at me, his face flushed and his mouth open slightly. I relished my power over him at this very minute.

“Oh Duchess, you’re so sexy; on your knees with my cock balls deep in your mouth.” His body trembled as I pushed my tongue against the underside of his dick.

He tightened his grip on my pony-tails and pulled my head back. “I want to fuck that sexy mouth Duchess. I want to fuck it hard.” His voice was rough with need.

“As you wish,” I whispered, opening my mouth wide.

He hammered my mouth with his cock, smothered moans wrenching from his throat as thrust after thrust went deep. His hands held my hair tight, controlling the speed and the force of entry. I loved every second of it. I kept my eyes open, watching his face as he gave in to his fantasy. His breath came faster and faster and his groans grew louder as he used my mouth to reach his climax.

I used my lips to add friction and suction, holding him in briefly before he pulled out. He closed his eyes, nearing his end. Reaching up a hand, I wrapped my fingers around his balls, kneading gently. His cries became urgent and his thrusts more desperate.

With a ringing cry, he thrust deeply into my mouth and held me tight to him. His cock throbbed as he came, warm jets of cum coating my throat. I sucked hard, draining every last drop. I noticed his legs were shaking.

He released my hair and I sat back on my heels, smiling broadly. He fell back onto the bed, spent. “Duchess, that was incredible. You are simply amazing.”

I crawled up to join him, pulling a blanket over our naked bodies.

Impulse Affair - Part 6

I woke suddenly, my body indicating an insistent need. I grabbed my gym bag as I crept to the bathroom, a luxurious expanse of marble and glass. Taking care of the necessities, I took a quick shower. I had an idea for round two with my impulse lover and wanted to freshen up.

As I brushed my hair, I heard him stirring in the other room.

“Do you need in here?” I called politely.

“Nope, I’m all good,” was the cheery reply.

I continued my preparations, pulling my long hair into two pig-tails and sliding on a navy blue sport skirt from my bag. I skipped the matching underwear – they would only get in the way. Finishing off with a tight white t-shirt, I turned to examine myself in the full-length mirror. Not quite a school girl costume, but pretty damn close. Without a bra my nipples stood out, still swollen from his earlier attentions.

I walked slowly to the door and paused, leaning on the door jam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and as he took in my attire, his cock twitched and jumped to attention.

Twirling a pony-tail, I looked at him through my eyelashes. “Is there something I can do for you sir? I’m really a good girl. I don’t want to get into trouble sir.”

He licked his lips, his face flushing as his cock thickened. “I know you are a good girl. I’m sure we can work something out.” His voice was husky as he stared at me.

Getting to my knees, I slowly crawled across the floor to his feet. I saw his eyes widen as my skirt shifted, revealing my bare ass. His hard shaft was at eye level, the head bulging with one drop of glistening pre-cum sitting on the tip.

I reached out my tongue and licked the drop off, barely touching his hot flesh. I heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up at him coyly. “Did you like that sir? Was that okay?”

He swallowed hard before answering. “That was good, but how about you try it again? And this time, try taking the tip in your mouth.”

I licked over the tip and then slowly took in the head. I swirled my tongue over it and watched as his hands tightened on the bed sheets. I looked up into his eyes, his cock still in my mouth.

“More.” His voice was demanding. I gradually took more and more of his hard length into my mouth. “Good girl.”

I let him slide from my mouth. “Should I do it again sir?”

He nodded and once more I slowly slipped my lips and tongue over his tight cock. When I started to move up and down I heard him breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation. After a couple of minutes I took a break, still on my hands and knees at his feet. “Am I doing a good job sir? I just want to be a good girl.”

His hand reached out and stroked my hair. He smiled down at me. “You are a very good girl. But I know you can do better. This time I’ll help you out a bit.” Taking a pony-tail in each hand, he gave a gentle tug. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

Impulse Affair - Part 5

He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. “Relax Duchess. As I said before, this is my turn. I plan on playing with you for a quite some time. I’m going to take you higher and higher until you can do nothing but scream.”

His utter frankness caught me off guard and I had to work hard to relax as he watched and waited. Finally satisfied, he moved in once more and his tongue slipped in and out of my soft folds. I drew a shuddering breath and tried hard not to tense up again. He lapped at my sensitive flesh, taking note of what made me shiver, shift or moan.

Using his lips, tongue and teeth, he did exactly what he promised. He sucked, licked and nibbled until my breath came in short sharp gasps, then he backed off, his hands moving up to play with my breasts. A sharp twist of my nipple made me yelp, but the wetness it caused below made him release how the pain excited me. His teeth played with them until they were reddened and I was twisting beneath him, the sensation more exciting than anything I had ever known.

After this short break, his head moved back between my thighs, his tongue flicking back and forth over my swollen clit until my cries grew loud and I tossed on the bed. He moved away again and that erotic pain bloomed again in my breasts.

Time and time again his mouth and hands tormented me as I writhed and moaned. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more he changed things up, slipping two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. My breath caught in my throat as the pressure of his strong fingers against my inner walls almost sent me over the edge. I was desperate for my release, shifting against his hand in an effort to reach my peak.

Sliding those two fingers slowly in and out, he refused to be rushed. His fingers sought for and found that most sensitive bit of flesh. My back arched off the bed in reaction and he took a second to push me back onto the bed with his free hand.

“Please...” I begged, panting. “Please Wesley...”

“What do you want Duchess?” He kept up his slow, tantalizing pace in and out of my throbbing, wet pussy. “Is there something you want from me? Something I could do for you?”

“Please,” I pleaded. “Please make me come. I need to come so much.” Begging him for release seemed so right.

“That Duchess is something I can most definitely do for you.” His sexy smile was mirrored in his eyes as he held my gaze, moving his fingers in and out, faster and faster.

The pressure built and built within me as I bucked against his hand. Moving in quickly, his mouth found my clit, sucking hard. His lips clamped down on the tender nub, the friction of his tongue more than I could bear. I came screaming, my body tensing and quaking in ecstasy as his movements continued, drawing every tremor and whimpering cry from me until I lay spent on the bed, unable to move or speak.

“I knew I could make you scream.”

 

I remember him leaving me alone briefly. He returned with a warm wet cloth and tenderly wiped my entire body down. With a soft towel he dried me off and lifted me up to the pillows. Draping a blanket over my exhausted form, he lay down behind me and held me tight. We slept.

Impulse Affair - Part 4

I took several steps inside the room and halted in complete surprise as I looked around at the elegant luxury. This truly was every inch the decadent suite. From the hardwood floor to the bed covered with sumptuous linens to the tiled bathroom haven lying behind glass doors.

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Taking advantage of my sudden lack of forward progress, he came up behind me and slipped the cream linen jacket off my shoulders, draping it over an overstuffed chair. His strong hands caressed my shoulders, moving down my arms before coming to rest on my waist.

His touch felt wonderful and I shivered both in reaction and in anticipation. A moan slipped past my lips as his hands slid up, cupping my breasts while his lips kissed my neck, his warm tongues tasting and teasing the sensitive spot right below my ear.

With tantalizing slowness, my impulse lover began to remove my clothes, anointing each inch of bare skin with gentle caresses and feathery kisses.

I reached for his belt, eager to see all him. He captured my hands, placing them behind my back. “It’s my turn Duchess. I want to explore every inch of your tight little body.”

Trembling at the desire and need in his rough, low voice, I nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, I allowed him free reign to explore my body with his mouth and hands. A wet heat between my thighs indicated my own need for him.

When he had me completely naked, he moved to stand in front of me. His gaze was intense and I bit my lower lip when his mouth descended on my breast, sucking greedily at one then the other. His tongue flicked my nipples in swollen buds of sensitive flesh.

“Please,” I whispered. He paused in his oral assault. “You have named me Duchess. What do I call you?”

“You can call me Wesley.”

“As you wish,” I replied with a smile. My answer drew a sexy smile from him before his mouth resumed its exploration of my body.

He kissed my shoulders and my breasts, all the while walking me backwards, until my legs met the edge of the bed. Gently he pushed me down and laid me back down on the soft bedding. He stood and stared at my body until, embarrassed at the attention, I blushed.

“You are so fucking hot. If you only knew how many times I have seen you and wanted to know what it would be like to see you out of your sexy business suits and heels.”

Never had I felt so desired, so sexy in my life. I was amazed to hear an echo of my thoughts. I had seen him and wondered what he would look like naked. My thoughts went to the last time I had seen him in our office building. Our eyes had met, locking briefly. To know we had both been thinking the same thing...

My musings were interrupted as he knelt between my legs, his strong fingers smoothing lightly over my thighs. I felt my heart race as he bent closer, his breath like a whisper on my soft, sensitive flesh. Tensing, I waited for the touch of his tongue against me.