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Friday, 30 June 2023
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Wednesday, 28 June 2023
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ABOUT
My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes… I wanted it all.
Tuesday, 27 June 2023
My New Stepbrothers are Kinky as F**K! #stepbrotherromance #tabooromance #spankingromance #BDSM #KU
Can you imagine living your life, admittedly wildly and with no real plan, then you get three hot stepbrothers who decide you need taking under their wing, over their laps and into their bed?
ABOUT
Not one, not two, but three sexy new stepbrothers. Hell yeah, life is about to get real interesting!
This is exactly what's happened to Clarice Miller. Her mother's fourth husband has three sons, all unique in their own way, and also handsome, dominant, and, so it seems, madly attracted to their new stepsister.
And she can't deny she's all aflutter whenever they're around; her pulse rockets and her skin heats. Which one to choose? But should she choose any? They're her new brothers, right, isn't that kinky as f**k?
The matter is quickly taken out of her hands when she displeases city boy, Parker, and he tips her over his knee for a spanking and then gives her what she's been searching for. Hugh, a hunk of a fireman, doesn't have a problem with his brother's firm hand and soon shows her his wild side.
But can she handle the eldest brother on top of Parker's and Hugh's passion-infused demands? He's a too-hot-to-handle killing machine who turns up fresh from a war zone all brooding and mysterious and with very particular needs.
Only time will tell if Clarice can keep her cool when life reaches boiling point. If she'll be able to bend to her brothers' will, and if her body is up to the challenge of taking everything they have to offer—at the same time.
- a forbidden reverse harem romance
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Monday, 26 June 2023
STOCKHOLM SURRENDER #darkromance #kidnapromance #eroticromance #amreadingromance
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ABOUT
My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heart-stoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he crept from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous, and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
Sunday, 25 June 2023
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Saturday, 24 June 2023
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #Scottishromance #Outlander #amreading
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a blast from the past and a few swift spanks in the Highlands!
Here Isla has been caught putting Trevor McTavish's handkerchief back in his room after stealing it to perform a love spell with it!
“I suggest you start talking. I have a wedding to attend.” He frowned.
“I’m sorry, I can’t...”
“Can’t talk? We both ken that’s not the case.” He glanced at the window where a large oak desk sat, then returned his attention to her. “Please. I should go.”
“Not until I find out why you stole from me.”
“I didn’t steal from you. I promise. I was putting it back.”
“But why did you take it in the first place?”
His eyes flashed; she wondered if she saw excitement in them, anticipation too.
What does he have planned for me?
“I really can’t tell you, sir.”
For if I do I could face a terrible fate if he so chooses.
“You’re being a brat, and disobedient and awkward on purpose. Do you think that’s befitting of a servant of the laird?”
“No.” She shook her head and looked down at her feet.
“Go over there.” He nodded at the table and released her wrist. “And face the window.”
A tremble caught in her belly. Her feet felt rooted to the floor.
“Now!”
“Yes, sir.” She hurried to the table, her belly tight and her pulse thudding in her ears. The material of her dress scratched against her smarting ass cheeks.
She stared out of the window, but didn’t see anything in the courtyard. Instead she studied his reflection as he put on his kilt and sporran. He then added his shirt, tunic, and plaid before sitting and lacing up his boots.
The anticipation was almost as agonizing as the two slaps he’d delivered.
When he was fully dressed he came to stand at her side.
She dared to look at him and despite her nervousness she admired his handsome face and the way his clothes hung on his tall, strong body.
“This,” he said, setting the handkerchief on the table before her, “has just earned you twenty strikes. It should be more, but I have only a wee bit of time right now.”
“Strikes?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, lass. Bend over.” He nodded at the table.
She tightened her buttocks and her pussy contracted. Setting her hands on the cool wooden surface, she bent forward.
“Here.” He held a thick wooden peg in front of her face. “Bite on this. I don’t wish for you to cry out; if you do, later, when I have more time, I will deliver another twenty strikes.”
She opened her dry mouth and he set the hard peg between her teeth. She bit down on it, her teeth seeming to sink into the wood.
“And keep still,” he said, moving to her side and once again pulling up her skirts.
They settled over her back as her buttocks were exposed. A quiver went through her pussy and over her skin.
This is going to be so much worse than the last two strikes.
She closed her eyes and locked her knees together. Part of her wished she’d never taken the handkerchief but she’d had no choice, she’d needed something of his for the spell.
Shall I run, get away?
The thought was so brief it was barely there. She couldn’t avoid her punishment. McTavish was determined about it and even more than that, she’d earned it.
“Legs apart,” he said, his voice firm. He touched her ankles with his boot.
She did as instructed and instantly a flame of heat raged over her right buttock. He’d spanked her with gusto, his palm seeming to burn against her skin.
A shocked cry caught in her throat and rattled around the peg.
“This is your one and only reminder to keep quiet.”
She clenched her fists and curled her toes. Her pussy was damp and every muscle tense. Another slap struck her ass, the opposite buttock this time.
She danced onto her toes and shifted her hips from left to right.
“Keep still, Isla. It’s clear you need to be taken in hand by a strong man, this is bad behaviour.”
The word sorry was on her lips but couldn’t come out.
The spanking continued. She had no idea how many slaps rained down, they all blurred into one.
She did her best to remain motionless but it was hard as the pain grew.
Tears formed in her eyes and over-spilled. The shame of taking a spanking from the laird’s important guest was almost too much to bear. What would her employer say if he found out about this?
“You’re halfway there,” McTavish said, smoothing his palms over her fire-hot ass cheeks. “And I hope you’re learning that not only must you not steal, you mustn’t refuse to tell me something I wish to ken.”
She couldn’t answer, and instead stared at the letters TT on the handkerchief laid out in front of her.
He resumed the punishment with swift, hard spanks alternating between her buttocks. The tears fell, she whimpered and created deep impressions of her teeth on the peg. “In the future,” he said.
Slap.
“You will...”
Slap.
“Obey me when I ask something of you.”
Slap.
A sob caught in her throat. She knew they had a future—she’d cast the spell. And now she knew McTavish was a man she’d naught be able to trick. He was too canny. Which was of course one of the very things that had attracted her to him.
Finally the spanking came to an end.
He flicked her dress over her ass and the hem swished against her ankles.
“You may stand.”
She did as he’d asked though struggled to find even a scrap of dignity. She was breathing fast, her butt hurt so much, and tears were slipping down her cheeks.
“Why are you crying?” He removed the peg and tossed it onto the table.
“Because... because I disappointed you, sir.”
“Aye, you did. And one day, Isla Dunoon, you will tell me why you took that handkerchief.”
She didn’t reply.
He set his hands on her shoulders. “I need you on your knees, eyes closed.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“Shall I spank you again? I ken full well you heard that instruction.”
“Yes, sir. I mean no, sir.” Quickly she folded to her knees.
Damn and blast, my ass hurts so bad.
She hovered above her heels so her poor abused butt didn’t touch anything. She closed her eyes.
“And don’t open them,” he said. “There will be consequences.” Trapped in a dark world, Isla could only hear.
A rustle of clothing.
The friction of flesh on flesh.
Rapid breathing.
“Oh, God...” he moaned.
What is he doing?
“Keep still, just there, open your mouth... tongue out.”
The sounds increased. He was almost panting, moaning too. And the noise just in front of her; rapid movements that shifted the air slightly.
She longed to open her eyes, to see what he was doing.
Is he working his cock?
She guessed he was, but she didn’t dare look, much as she wanted to. Her ass couldn’t take any more.
Friday, 23 June 2023
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Thursday, 22 June 2023
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Tuesday, 13 June 2023
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Monday, 12 June 2023
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Saturday, 10 June 2023
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #stepbrotheromance #spankingromance #reverseharem
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I bring you more kinky shenanigans from my novel STEPBROTHERS.
ABOUT
Not one, not two, but three sexy new stepbrothers. Hell yeah, life is about to get real interesting!
This is exactly what’s happened to Clarice Miller. Her mother’s fourth husband has three sons, all unique in their own way, and also handsome, dominant, and, so it seems, madly attracted to their new stepsister.
And she can’t deny she’s all aflutter whenever they’re around; her pulse rockets and her skin heats. Which one to choose? But should she choose any? They’re her new brothers, right, isn’t that kinky as fuck?
The matter is quickly taken out of her hands when she displeases city boy, Parker, and he tips her over his knee for a spanking and then gives her what she’s been searching for. Hugh, a hunk of a fireman, doesn’t have a problem with his brother’s firm hand and soon shows her his wild side.
But can she handle the eldest brother on top of Parker’s and Hugh’s passion-infused demands? He’s a too-hot-to-handle killing machine who turns up fresh from a war zone all brooding and mysterious and with very particular needs.
Only time will tell if Clarice can keep her cool when life reaches boiling point. If she’ll be able to bend to her brothers’ will, and if her body is up to the challenge of taking everything they have to offer—at the same time.
"That was just your first orgasm, you’ve got more to come.”
“I like the sound of that, oh…”
He’d flipped her over, taken hold of her hips, and hauled her ass into the air. He now stood behind her, and she was sprawled half on and half off the bed.
“Sweet rump you’ve got.” He stroked first her right then her left buttock. His work-worn palms glided over her flesh.
She twitched her ass from side to side. The idea of another orgasm was very appealing, especially from behind, that was always especially good for her. “So do it. Fuck me again.”
Slap.
A resounding smack had landed on her left butt cheek. A heated sting raged over her flesh. “Ouch!”
She shifted forward but barely moved an inch. He had a tight hold of her. “What the…?”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, his voice low and gravely. “I’m the one in charge here.”
His dominant tone thrilled her. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her. Fuck her fast, slow, deep, everything. “Please…”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his hand swiping her ass cheeks rang in her ears. The burst of hot pain sang over her skin and seemed to head straight to her pussy and clit.
Hanging her head, she groaned, her smarting ass offered up to him. “Just fuck me,” she said very quietly so he wouldn’t hear and spank her again.
And then it was there, his cock nudging at her sopping pussy.
She held her breath and braced for his entry.
It came hard and fast like before—a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his big one. But, oh, he could have it. His cock was gloriously thick and wide, long too. Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and she sought out her clit.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he said hoarsely. “Picking up strangers in bars and letting them fuck you like this.”
“Only…you…” she managed between thrusts. “Only you.”
“Bullshit.” He slapped her again, catching the tops of her thighs with each of the two swipes.
She yelped, her eyes misting. She rolled her fingers over her clit. Harnessing every sensation.
“You fuck a stranger each weekend, don’t tell me otherwise.”
What could she say? It was true, she did. Weekend hookups were her thing. Kept her sane. Hell, she had nothing else going on in her life, a few fast fucks were the only thing to get excited about.
“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.” He punctuated each word with a pummeling thrust.
A sudden banging on the wall. “Keep the goddamn noise down!”
Sean picked up the pace, fucking her harder, his hands clamped over her sore, hot ass cheeks. He dug his fingers in, pinching the flesh, gripping it. The erotic pain had her trembling as she worked her clit. He was clasping her ass so tight, stretching her buttocks apart. His cock plundering in and out of her. The pressure in her pelvis was mounting.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted, the bed bashing onto the wall in a series of deafening clatters. The metal frame squeaked and rattled, screws and nails threatening to be liberated.
“Shut the hell up!” Another angry wall thump from their hotel room neighbors.
Clarice didn’t care. And it seemed, neither did Sean. He was fucking her like a feral animal with single focus. His cock was so swollen she was sure he’d be at bursting point.
He released her right buttock and then set what felt like the tip of his thumb over her asshole.
“What the…?” she gasped, half twisting.
“Oh my god, I’m fucking coming.” He’d yelled out the words and thrown his head back. Then he curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her virgin hole and burying inside her.
Her eyes widened. The sensation of him there was darkly shocking yet highly sensual. Her clit was a pressure pot ready to erupt.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” He sank deeper into her pussy, and then his cock throbbed.
Clarice came again. Her pussy pulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Her asshole clamped around his thumb, adding to her bliss in a way she hadn’t expected. She let out a long wail of satisfaction. The first orgasm had been wonderful, the second the icing on the cake.
Damn, she hoped he’d be in London again soon. Very soon.
When he’d finished slapping into her, he removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks. Squeezed. Fingers pinching. His cock buried deep.
She gasped, arched her back, and stared at the strip of light between the curtains.
“You’re a dirty bitch, you know that?” He chuckled.
“Speak for yourself.”
Bang. Bang. “I’m calling reception.” An angry female voice burst through the wall. “This is preposterous.”
Sean’s chuckle deepened, then he shouted at the wall, “It’s okay, I’ve finished fucking her now, though if you want some, ma’am, I’ll be good to go again in ten.”
“I’m calling security!” A man. Furious.
“Yeah, you do that.”
Clarice burst out laughing. “You’re bad!”
“I like to think so.” He pulled out, released her ass, then walked to the bathroom.
She flopped onto the bed, still breathing fast. She was damp between her legs and her nipples hard. She tugged the right one to a stretched point.
He put the light on in the bathroom, and she watched his reflection as he took a piss then washed his hands. His flesh was sun-kissed, and he had a shiny old scar at the base of his left shoulder blade, just below four long fresh scratch marks.
A few seconds later there was a demanding flurry of knocks at the door.
Sean went to it, naked, pulled it open, unabashed and uncaring of his nakedness.
Clarice propped onto her elbows and listened with intense curiosity.
“We’ve had reports of a disturbance, sir.”
“Nah, not a disturbance, just banging my old lady. We got a rare night away from the kids, you know how it is.” Sean huffed. “Chance to release the tension, stop muffling her screams of pleasure beneath the duvet.”
A pause, then, “I’m pleased you’re enjoying your stay at Regency, but please remember we have other guests.”
“Ah, don’t worry, the wife’s knackered, multiple orgasms will do that to a woman. I’m gonna let her rest for a few hours now.”
A throat cleared. “Okay. Thank you, sir. Good night.”
The door closed.
When Sean came back into the room, he dropped onto the bed and squeezed her close. He set a tender kiss on her brow, and the gesture was at odds with the way he’d made her ass sting.
“You got rid of hotel security fast.”
“What else could the guy say?” Sean chuckled. “I told him you were thoroughly satisfied, my job was done.”
“Cocky but true.”
“Seriously, though, you gotta be careful,” he said. “Hooking up like this. Not every guy has wholesome intentions.”
“You think what we just did was wholesome?” She looked up at his profile. Shadows danced on his face. “You just poked your thumb where the sun doesn’t shine, and my ass cheeks hurt like hell.”
“You deserved a spank.”
“Why?”
“For risk-taking. Next weekend, you need to think again before you hook up with a random bloke. You might get worse than a few slaps.”
“Maybe I liked you giving me a spanking.”
He huffed. “That wasn’t a spanking, not by a long shot. A spanking, from me—if you’d really pissed me off, made me worry about you—would mean you wouldn’t sit down for a week. Your ass would feel like a hundred bees had stung it. Real flames had licked over it.”
Clarice was quiet. His words seemed to fill the room like another presence pressing in, and then the silence stretched, as if testing something delicate between them.
“If you were mine,” he went on almost inaudibly yet somehow menacingly, “and a spanking was in order, you’d be over my knee, bare butt in the air, and I wouldn’t stop until you were humiliated, disgraced, crying for mercy. Until you’d thoroughly learned your lesson and I knew you’d never disobey me again.” He paused. “That is, if you were mine.”
Friday, 9 June 2023
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