Tied Up In Trouble, Lesbian Bondage

All tied up is how we meet my latest heroine, a young lady of dubious moral inclination.

Before you read about Tiggy’s misadventures, I’d like to take a quick moment to say that How To Catch A Cowgirl has been doing awesomely, so thanks to everyone who picked up a copy!

And now, to the bondage…

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Tiggy struggled against her bonds. She had been tied up before, of course, but never so tight as this. Never so tight that moving made subsequent movement more difficult and more painful. The blindfold wasn’t helping any either. She couldn’t see a damned thing. Just darkness, darkness and more darkness.

“People are so terribly bad at giving to pressure,” a refined voice drawled. It was feminine, husky, with just a note of gravel. It was an interesting voice, one which made Tiggy still her struggles for just a moment so that she might hear more of it.

“There you go,” the voice came again. “Staying still stops the pain. That’s all you have to do, just stay still.”

“Why am I here?” Tiggy asked the question to the darkness.

“You’ve been naughty.”
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Taking The Top, Lesbian Erotic Interlude

Sometimes a bottom gets a little out of hand. Sometimes she thinks she can turn the tables on her top. Naughty Anna is about to discover her place when she tries that on Tamsan* in this excerpt from my latest WIP.

Tamsan stood next to the bed fully dressed, shirt, jeans, buckle, boots and all. “Get dressed, we’ll walk over to your place.”

“Ugh, dressed,” Anna said. “Clothes are so restrictive and pointless.” She reached for Tamsan’s hand and tugged the woman down atop her naked frame. “Why don’t you take those clothes off and see how free you feel?”

Tamsan’s lips covered hers in a hot kiss. “Tempting,” she murmured against Anna’s mouth. “But we really should get to work.”
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What I Was Doing: And Why It’s Captain Janeway’s Fault

Having not really updated this site in several months, returning to writing things on the internet requires a little explanation. I was doing things, you see. Some of those things involved staring at a screen, but not typing words onto it. I have watched many spectacles, including but not limited to the entire second season of Orange Is The New Black. (Oh my god the artistry of that series is just brilliant, between the phenomenal writing and the characters who ranged from adorable to ‘I really want you to die’,) but more on that another time. Right now, I’m talking Janeway.

There’s a lot of fetishization of Janeway for being a kindly, calm, controlled maternal sort of figure. A female leader with a talent for complicated coiffures and proper protocol. A stickler for the rules. I really didn’t think I was going to like Janeway. Then I watched a little more and realized she’s actually somewhat unhinged and about as diplomatic as thermite.

Janeway in her natural habitat contemplating something certifiably insane.

Janeway in her natural habitat contemplating something certifiably insane.

Here’s the brilliance of Janeway: she really doesn’t care what you think. At all. At first she seems like a super empathetic cookie bearing maternal type, but that all sort of goes by the wayside the minute she does, well, anything at all.

Janeway does whatever the hell Janeway wants. Usually that involves piloting the ship into obvious danger, or telling advanced hostile civilizations to go fuck themselves. She’s not afraid to make enemies and if someone doesn’t agree with her decisions, they are kindly invited to take a nice long drink of shut the hell up.

My favorite example of this is an episode which begins with Janeway pondering her position as captain, spying a space anomaly and ordering Voyager to blast a way inside it. Why? Because she thinks there might be a power source inside which would allow her to replicate some decent coffee. Priorities.
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When Anna Met Tamsan…

All great love affairs begin with a first meeting….

The steers were not far off, beyond the boundary line, yes, but not so far that Anna couldn’t get around them and turn them back toward the property if Tex would hurry up just a little.

“All you have to do is trot,” she said, nudging him with her lower leg. Tex took the movement to mean he should immediately bolt toward the fence. He did so at full speed, leaving her to cling more than ride as he cleared the fence in a single bound.

The cattle scattered as she and Tex raced toward their little group, splintering off into several different directions. Anna couldn’t care about that in the moment, she was far too focused on riding out Tex’s second bolt. There was no way the horse would have behaved this way when her father rode him. She remembered Tex as a yearling, all gawky legs and willing attitude. The beast beneath her seemed a far cry from that cheerful young horse. Perhaps he was grieving too.

“You’re not going to feel any better by killing me,” she shouted at him. “Now cut it out!”

Tex’s gallop changed to a more sedate canter, just in time for several steers to go over a ridge.

“Ho there!”

Though she was still moving at quite a clip, Anna managed to turn her head to look as a woman with long blonde hair came riding across the plane. She rode like she was wearing the horse, not like Anna, who bounced along as best she could and tried to keep her seat. For a second, Anna completely forgot about the cattle, entranced by the arrival of a stranger whose beauty seemed entirely out of place in the rough terrain. She was tall, with broad straight shoulders and a small, neat bosom which moved with the rest of her bounding body as she came closer. She was followed by a black and white sheepdog which loped along behind her with apparent ease.
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Sapphic Spanky Snippet

Okay, so there hasn’t been a whole lot of blogging and suchlike going on of late, but there has been writing. This is a little snippet of the action involving my latest romantic coupling of brat and disciplinarian. More on these two as events warrant. (Lesbia is also still a WIP. Sometimes these stories are naughty and have their own ideas about how they should come to light.)

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Brown leather sung through the air, whipped around and landed with a loud crack against Anna’s bare thigh.

Half-dressed with her round panty-clad bottom all too vulnerable, Anna screeched in protest and reached for her leg, rubbing the bright red rectangular spot where the lash had landed. Her freckled nose crinkled in a sneer as she rounded on the tall woman with the broad shoulders and the good right hand. “What the hell was that for?”
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The Warrior Is Coming (More Erotic Lesbian Fantasy Spanking…)

Hark! The warrior is coming with leather and lash to punish all the naughty little peasants and slaves and evildoers who roam the land of Lesbia.

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Kira stretched, her muscles aching in protest as her powerful limbs moved this way and that. She was tall and broad with the hard cheekbones and narrowed eyes of one who has seen too much bloodshed. Her dark hair was plaited in its customary style, wound and pinned about her head so as to keep it out of her eyes, face and weapons.

She was a handsome woman. The multitude of scars and scrapes on her body did not diminish her attractiveness in any way, instead they added to it, explained the hard look which was perpetually present in her dark eyes. Kira’s was a face of character and of beauty tempered like steel to something more than mere attractiveness.

Dressed in leather and toughened hide, she was well equipped with all the tools of her trade. Steel gleamed from a dozen sheaths, knives and swords festooning her broad and ample frame. She scratched her nose, making the muscles in her arm ripple as she watched the bushes down below move back and forth. Continue reading →

Caught In Kitties | B.R.A.T. Excerpt

Running to escape the slaps, Sakura hurtled into their quarters, her hands covering her backside. “I get to go out,” she crowed. “And you can’t stop me!” She jumped up on the bed, beaming broadly. “I get to go ouuuutt, and you can’t stooop me,” she sung, dancing back and forth, clothy kitty heads bouncing in time with her excited motion. Continue reading →

Virgin City Reaches Top 50 In Amazon’s Lesbian Romance

Virgin City has broken through to the Amazon Top 50 for Lesbian Romance, which is super nice, so thanks to everybody who has supported the book and the series so far.

Lesbia is something of a labor of love for me, a project I’ve been working on for almost three years now. It’s not your typical fantasy story, or your typical lesbian story, or even your typical kink story for that matter. For me, it sits in the adventurous nexus of blade swinging, magic making, personal growth and kinky sex. This means it falls between a lot of stools, and often ends up rolling around on the tavern floor, swiping dropped coins and swearing at passers by.

Lesbia is not a tale for those seeking an ideal world. (Unless your ideal world consists of hard handed warriors spanking deserving bottoms, in which case, it totally is.) But it’s certainly not aspirational fiction. The heroines, even the popular ones, are far from perfect.

Reed, the central character in Virgin City, is probably one of my favorites so far. She’s a strong willed, independent woman who is managing as best she can in a world she doesn’t quite fit into the way others do. Yes, she can hit the reset button on creation, but that doesn’t mean she feels at home in it. Her path is not an easy one. Her powers are more of a curse than a blessing, even when she uses them for her own personal gain.

In addition to Reed’s internal struggles, she has to contend with the fact that everybody in Clitera City has their own agenda. Reed has found something of a home with the outcasts of Clitera, a group known derisively as the Ratlings, but among those grasping thieves she cannot be entirely at peace. To deal with the realities of life, Reed takes refuge in a herbal haze. It’s a temporary fix, but it offers some respite from the crushing grind.

When a beautiful half-elf witch named Ayla shows up and insists she is there to take care of Reed, it’s understandable that Reed is cynical. And when Reed loses her powers, she realizes just how small and vulnerable she really is in a world she can no longer command at will. The realization brings with it panic, rebellion, a full on flight from the very thing she’s always desired.

Reed’s not the only one running. There’s Rog, the idealist living in his dead brother’s shadow, Callista, a widow who craves the hard hand of someone who can put limits on her sexually aggressive behavior, and Crispin, a mischievous power hungry elf very far from home.

Clitera City is full of broken hearts and wounded souls. Ayla cannot save them all – but she might be able to save one.

Virgin City, Lesbia Spanking Fantasy Book, Out Now

Virgin City

Clitera City is the crown jewel of Lesbia, a great bustling capital where fortunes are made and dreams come true. But it is also home to a seedy underbelly, and there can be no seedier than Reed, a lady layabout and ne’er do well into whose hands fate has delivered the city and all who dwell in her.

When Reed falls ill, and almost off a cliff, she is judged to have gone too far with her wicked ways. Illustrious seductress and witch, Ayla, is sent to redeem the second summoner and to set her on the straight and narrow.

However, this being Lesbia, the straight are hard to come by and the narrow tend to take all manner of twists and turns. Subduing Reed to the useful and the good will be no easy task.

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A New Lesbia Book, And New Lesbia Updates

Hello my lovely readers! You may have noticed some re-shuffling going around today. That’s because I’m now at the point where I’m almost ready to release the second Lesbia book, now titled Virgin City to ebook. That means most of Clitera City Trials is no longer available online, but for four bucks you’ll be able to pick up the whole Clitera City series to keep, plus some bonus content (of the kind that was too hot for the online series,) so it should be worth your time, and your four dollars to do that.

In the meantime, the series is continuing in a new book with the working title, Warrior’s Return, picking up where the last story left off. Hope that’s not too confusing for anyone!

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For the third time that evening, unexpected footsteps were heard on the staircase. To Rog, Crispin, Kira and Callista’s surprise, Reed and Ayla came down the stairs together. Nobody had noticed Ayla leave any more than they’d noticed Reed’s earlier disappearance. It was as if there were some kind of portal between the Rusty Hankor’s bar and the bedrooms upstairs, with the way people disappeared in one place and seemed to appear in the other.

“What have you been doing?” Rog made the inquiry, noting a particularly peculiar flush to Reed’s cheeks.

“I was up there being intimate, with Ayla,” Reed told Rog, lifting her chin. “Shall I tell you all about it? Shall I move in with her? Maybe she’ll pay me a retainer too.”

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Unexpected Daily Smile

This is old, but I’d never seen it before, so I’m gonna post it here on the off-chance you haven’t seen it either. This lady is rocking it, in one of the more British things I’ve seen in a while. (Not British as in tea and crumpets, British as in there are almost no shadows because, yes, it’s overcast again, and there are tubby Staffy mix dogs trotting down the street.) Continue reading →

Spanking Sakura | Lesbian Discipline In Space

An excerpt from my Sapphic Kink exclusive…

Most struggled somewhat with the punishment. Halo had indeed been remiss in some disciplinary and exercise matters. Whilst most of the unit huffed and puffed and struggled to get their shoulders off the ground, Sakura seemed relatively indifferent to the order. She did push ups twice as fast as anybody else, alternating between the standard kind and one-handed push-ups, and a few where she pushed right up off the ground and managed to clap her hands together before catching herself on her palms again.

“That’s enough showing off,” Deven said, stopping next to her girlfriend.

“Is it? I thought maybe it wasn’t enough, seeing as I got grounded,” Sakura said pertly. She made ready to press up from her low position, but found it quite impossible as the sole of Deven’s boot was placed gently, but firmly on her upper back. Pinned beneath her commanding officer, Sakura made a little squeak of complaint.

“You want to give me lip, girl?” The question was drawled into a sudden silence, broken only by the panting of out of shape B.R.A.Ts.

When Sakura took the sensible option of making no reply, Deven removed her foot from Sakura’s back and jerked her head toward the door. “My room. Now.”

Without another word, Sakura got to her feet and left on the double, head up, knees high, marching like the good little soldier she certainly wasn’t.

Deven followed in her wake, but first stopped at the ship’s intercom. “Ray, your mission is cancelled. All B.R.A.Ts are to return to their quarters. Including you.” She thumbed the intercom off with a slight smirk, then followed in the wake of her girlfriend.

She found Sakura kneeling on her bed and looking almost penitent. Deven was not fooled. Sakura could be at her most mischevious just when it looked like she was submitting.

“You know better than that, don’t you?” She asked the question as the door slid shut behind her.

“Maybe,” Sakura admitted. “But you…”

“Me nothing,” Deven corrected her. “This is about you, and your behavior.”

“But I was going to go down, Halo chose me!”

“Halo isn’t going anywhere either,” Deven said. “It’s plainly obvious this entire unit needs to be overhauled before they do anything.”

“She still chose me.”

“Wrong,” Deven said. “I chose you. As my girlfriend. As my submissive. Remember?”

Sakura nodded, looking a little bit guilty. “I remember.”

“I expect your obedience, Sakura. Especially when you don’t want to give it. I also expect good behavior, even when you’re upset. That’s what it means to be mine. Submission doesn’t mean a thing if I only get it when you want to give it.”

“I know.” Sakura lowered her lashes and looked at her knees. She was starting to look guilty. Very guilty.

“So when I give you orders, I don’t expect you to out-brat every single B.R.A.T in this outfit, understand?” Deven’s voice was hard and stern, laced with disappointment that made Sakura sniff where she sat.

“I’m sorry… I…”

“Strip.” The word was a verbal blade cutting through Sakura’s stammering.

Sakura looked up wide eyed. “Wha?”

“You don’t need clothes. You’re not going anywhere.”

Blushing, Sakura began removing her clothing. Though she had been naked with Deven many, many times, it was different when she was ordered to strip. And it was different when Deven remained unrelentingly clothed. Deven knew that. She knew precisely how Sakura felt, what it meant when she wiggled her hips and lowered her eyes and bit her lip without even knowing she was doing it. She was a picture of adorable contrition, but it wasn’t going to get her out of trouble.

“All of it.”

Sakura had peeled off her uniform, but it was not enough. Her bra and panties soon followed and then she was as naked as naked could be, every inch of her body bared to Deven’s firm gaze.

“Look at me.”

Sakura raised her eyes to Deven and watched as her lover’s gaze travelled her body. For a long moment, Deven paused, just drinking her girlfriend’s beauty in. Soon there would be tears and slapping and heated flesh, but in that moment there was nothing but the quiet and the elegant curves of a body that was hers to take, to love, to protect as she saw fit.

Sitting on the bed, Deven reached for Sakura, pulling her into position. She could have asked Sakura to put herself in the right place, but there was a certain something to be gained from showing her girl just how easily she could be handled.

Despite her size, Sakura was one of the most physcally agile and strong women on the ship. But none of that mattered when she was sliding over Deven’s knee, her legs spread, one on either side of Deven’s thigh so that her mound acted as a fulcrum over which her bared bottom swayed.