Hips, Lips and Witch

A wicked witch this way comes…

Her hips draw the eye first, perfectly shaped like an inverted wine glass, framed in black sequins which glitter with every step. The rear side of her gown is open all the way to the dimples at the base of her spine, exposing her long, elegant back. Her hair is perfectly coiffed as usual, cascading dark ringlets curling over her left shoulder. The dress doesn’t cover much more in front than it does in behind, a plunging neckline coming to a relatively restrained halt inches from her navel. She’s not so much wearing the dress as she is embodying it.

Her smile captures souls, her azure eyes reveal nothing but see everything. The crowd parts as she moves through it. None dare stand in her way. Such is the lot of a wicked witch. Feared by many, loved by none, needed by all. A kingdom goes to its knees before her. Continue reading

Rebellion, and a book called Starstrike

Get your copy of Starstrike yet? Have I mentioned that there’s a book available? Called Starstrike? A book you could read, if you wanted? What’s the book called again? Oh yes, Starstrike. Mhm. Where would you get that if you had a spare four dollars? On Amazon. At this link right here! Just four dollars? Why that’s less than the cost of a private island. A bargain! There’s probably four dollars in your couch. Or someone else’s. Do you know someone else? Do they have a couch? Score!

So far Starstrike has been sighted in both the Lesbian erotica and Science Fiction erotica top 100 ranks, exciting news for all concerned.

What happens after Starstrike? More things of course. Because there are always things, and always more. That’s pretty much the secret of the universe. Always things. Always more. That’s Loki’s grand unifying theory:

Always = things x more squared.

Here is a taste of the more I have planned. Mmm. Moreitude.

Sarge steps closer to me, stopping less than a foot away. She leans forward so her handsome features are next to mine, her lips just inches from my mouth. Her proximity has an immediate electric effect. It’s not just her physical appeal. It’s her energy. She’s a curious mixture of animal dominance and nirvana calm. She’s my personal Eden in the middle of the void and her body is my garden of sin. Though she’s wearing the dark uniform of her rank, I know what lies beneath that stiff fabric. I have tasted her neat nipples set high on firm breasts. I have trailed my tongue down the taut, toned line of her stomach and I have set her powerful thighs straining as she orbits orgasm again and again.

None of this makes her any less imposing. In fact, it adds to the frisson of the moment because right now she’s not speaking to me as a lover. She’s speaking to me as a superior, and that means she’ll do things no lover usually would.

Starstrike is Smashing!

Sarge is the woman of my dreams, strong, powerful, talented, handsome with dark eyes that make me melt every time they catch me in their gaze. And now she has her fingertips at my entrance, swirling gently in the juices my body is making for her. I reach up and run my hands through her dark hair, looking into her face with what must be confusion because she smiles, kisses me lightly and tells me to relax.

“If this is too much we don’t have to…”

“No!” I grab at her hand before she can move it away. “It’s not too much. It’s too little.”

“Too little, huh?” Her cheek dimples. “What about this, is this too little?” She uses some of the moisture of my pussy to lubricate her fingertips as she slides her fingers up to my clit and slowly circles around it.

“Mmnn… Sarge…”

“You know my name isn’t actually Sarge, right?” She keeps her fingers moving as she chides me gently.

“No… I mean…”

“My name is Blaine.”

“Blaine, that’s nice…” my words trail off into a moan as she finally makes direct contact with my clit and a jolt travels through my body as every muscle contracts with delight.

“You don’t use it outside this room though,” she warns. “Unless you want your butt warmed in front of whoever you used it in front of.”

“Yes, ma’am, Sarge, sir,” I say, throwing every honorific her way.

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Starstrike Lesbian Sci-Fi EroticaIf you want a copy of Starstrike, but don’t like to buy your lesbian erotica on the commercial powerhouse that is Amazon then I have news for you!

You can now get Starstrike on Smashwords! And soon enough, on those other ebook retailers like the people who made Nook, and the Apple store and other such places. I am not certain precisely when Starstrike will have that extended distribution, but I imagine in a week or so.

If you do want to get it on Smashwords you can get it in a format to suit any reading device, so that is nice.

Meanwhile on Amazon.com, there’s already a very nice (and may I add, very well written) review from Sparrow!

Halo Ray has a terrible secret that keeps her separate and alone, just trying to maintain a low profile in order to stay alive. While intending to avoid drawing attention to herself in order to stay off the radar of those with authority, she battles an inner demon that makes it almost impossible for her to avoid making snarky remarks to superiors and undertaking self-destructive, reckless actions that put her squarely on the radar, over the knee, and ultimately on the run from even a love unlike any she has ever known. The surprise conclusion seems more like a beginning than an end to Halo Ray’s story… at least I hope it is, because I loved this rebel with a cause.

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Starstrike: Spanked In Space ***OUT NOW***

There’s a shapely female butt standing naked in the corner of my quarters. It’s red and belongs to a rookie who thought the rules didn’t apply to her. The sniffling and the apple-hue of her cheeks prove that she was wrong. Her panties are bunched at the top of her thighs and her black uniform shirt hangs just over the curve of her buttocks, framing the scene quite nicely. If I were to take a picture, it would make a perfect greeting card for newcomers who are planning on pushing the boundaries. There’s no warning more effective than a bad example.

She’s squirming back and forth in place and I can see her fingers moving at her sides. She wants to reach back and rub some of that sting away, but that would be wasting it. I know she’s uncomfortable. She deserves to be. Coalition officers don’t like to have their toothpaste swapped for hemorrhoid cream, no they don’t. I still can’t feel my gums.

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Starstrike Lesbian Sci-Fi Erotica

It’s not easy being a low ranked officer on a space ship with an all-female crew. Halo Ray has it tough keeping the spirited young women under her command in line whilst trying not to come to the attention of her superiors for her own illicit antics. Setting a good example isn’t exactly Halo’s strong suit, and though she makes sure her subordinates are somewhat well behaved, she herself is getting more and more out of control by the day.

With no respect for protocol, orders, or even clearly marked instructions, it seems as though nothing and no-one can stop her. That is, until she comes up against Sarge, a heavenly butch with a firm hand capable of a gentle touch. Unlike other superior officers who pawn her off on one another in an endless round, Sarge brings Halo to world-shattering, knee-trembling, that’s-going-to-leave-a-mark justice again and again.

Temporarily subdued to the useful and the good, Halo tries to settle down. But the secret she’s been carrying since she came aboard has a disruptive power which threatens to tear her relationship apart and destroy any chance at redemption she might have. If she’s going to make it, Halo needs to learn to trust again before her self-destructive tear ends up hurting not just her, but those who depend on her for their survival.

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Spanked By An Officer | Halo Tops A Bottom

This is the last of the WIP snippets from the new tale of Halo Ray, I’ll be ready to release the book very soon! In the meantime, please do enjoy this little excerpt from a punishment between Halo Ray and a very deserving subordinate.

“Come here.”

She stalls for a second. I take a leaf out of Sarge’s book and hook two fingers into her belt loops, hauling her into position pelvis first. I have my thigh held high and she tips right over it, her cute full-figured butt see-sawing into place. Right now she still has her regulation pants on. They’re not going to stay up, but I let her keep them for the moment.

“We both know what this is for, don’t we,” I say patting her bottom. “What you did was more than stupid, it was so dangerous it almost killed you.”

“I know, ma’am.”

She sounds contrite. The way she says ma’am with those lilting tones almost makes me want to go easy on her. Almost.

I slap her bottom, my palm bouncing off the ample round of her cheeks. She makes a little squeaking sound and stiffens. It doesn’t hurt, not yet. Her reaction is more out of anticipation than anything. She’s tense, expecting the worst probably. I haven’t given her any reason to hope for leniency.
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How To Spank A Brat | More Trouble for Miss Halo Ray

Another snippet from a moment much later in my WIP, in which Halo thinks she has gotten away with things only to find that she has not gotten away with as much as she thought she had…

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With a brisk knock, Helen Twice is back. It’s after curfew, so she knows I’ll be in my room. I’m updating my log when she enters unannounced clutching that damn paddle in her right hand.

“You ready for your punishment?”

“Nope.” I smirk at her. She can take it back up the chain if she likes. I’m not worried.

Sarge steps into the room behind her. Suddenly I am worried.

“We talked about this, Ray.”

“We did.” I’m in my pajamas. Not ideal clothing for mounting any real kind of resistance. I look from Sarge to Twice and back to Sarge again. “What kind of disciplinary action takes two people?”

“I’m here to supervise,” Sarge says. “Don’t mind me.”

I’m not worried about Twice. She’s a non-issue. But Sarge is another matter. Sarge is going to have my ass if she hears me talk to Twice the way I want to.

“On your stomach, Ray. And take those pants down.” It’s Twice who gives the order. She’s being more aggressive than usual because she doesn’t want to look weak in front of Sarge.

There’s just no way this is happening. I stay exactly where I am, sitting cross-legged on my bed with my log book in front of me.

“Don’t give her time to stall.” Sarge speaks up. She takes two long steps into the room. They bring her beside my bed where she grabs me by the arm and tugs me over so I’m face down. Her speed slows my reaction time by a good couple of seconds in which she’s already smacked my pyjama clad ass twice with the flat of her hand. I emit a squeal which has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with shock.
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Going Up The Chain… Halo Gets Closer To A Consequence

More WIPitude…following on from Halo’s insubordination… yet more insubordination of a slightly different flavor. Because there are so many good ways to be bad.

There are quite a few people above Twice in the chain of command. I’m expecting to hear from Spears or White or maybe even Kilmarnock. Instead, someone much higher in the scheme of things makes an appearance whilst West and I are scrubbing the wall we already cleaned. It’s Sloth’s idea of a punishment, wasting labor. West has already heard that I’m being demoted, but she’s not sure if that means she can get away with anything yet. She’s cautious, trying to feel me out with ‘subtle’ questions.

I’m busy ignoring them when there’s a knock at the open door. We both turn to see someone completely unexpected standing there. Sarge. Sarge looks at both of us, then focuses her gaze on me. “Are you Halo Ray?”
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