Getting
Your Kink On
Some
writers are able to easily write about a great many things they’ve never seen
or experienced, but I’m not one of them. I’m most comfortable writing about
things I’ve had some experience with, though I will push the envelope
sometimes, and I can research as well as the next person. I love to read about
things that are outside of my realm of experience though.
One of my
favorite authors is Laurell K. Hamilton, and it was in her Anita Blake books
that I found some things that I liked: explicit sex, BDSM, ménage. Until then,
I’d never really read anything like them. From there, I moved on to 50 Shades.
And again the focus was on explicit sex and BDSM. In search of more naughty
books, I discovered Siren Publishing, and that’s when I first decided to make a
serious attempt at writing, something which I’d only dabbled in before.
I stuck to
what I knew, and my first book was a contemporary ménage with straight sex. But
as I read more about BDSM, I thought I might like to try my hand at that too. I
included a little in my second book, though I had no real world experience. It
made me realize that I needed to do some more research, so I cautiously
approached hubby and we started to experiment.
Best
decision ever!
My own
journey into this lifestyle is mirrored to some extent by my heroines. In books
2, 3, and 4 of the Hedon Falls series, they have no experience with BDSM, but
find lovers who introduce them to the lifestyle. It’s not heavy, but it’s a
start. Hubby and I are still exploring what works for us and what doesn’t. We
could never do a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship, but for bedroom games it works
nicely, and I think it’s helped my writing.
I think my
biggest fear in exploring these darker fantasies was that I was somehow
abnormal. Realizing that I’m not has made our sex lives much more interesting,
and I only regret that it’s taken us so long to start exploring. Whether you’re
into the kink or not, an open, honest relationship with your partner is
essential for a satisfying sex life. And if you get a few ideas from books
along the way, so much the better!
Have you
ever read something in a book and decided to give it a try? Was it a rousing
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The Stylist, His Dom,
and Their Dancer
(Hedon Falls 4)
By Michelle
Graham
Stylist and salon owner
Remy Alexander got a second chance at love when he found Seamus O’Connell, but
the more time he spends with his daughter’s dance teacher, the more he wonders
if there is room for another in his marriage.
As a result of a
troubled past, Shay needs order and control in everything, from his work as a
chef, to the bedroom he shares with his submissive husband. Remy’s idea to have
a ménage relationship upsets the delicate balance Shay has created for himself,
but he can’t deny his desire for the sexy dance instructor.
Nicole Collins is a good
Catholic girl who pours all her energy into her work as a dance teacher. When
she falls for Remy and Shay, they teach her about passion, submission, and
love, but incur the wrath of her own father. Can Nicole find a way to hang on
to everyone she loves, or will one relationship cost her the other?
Story Excerpt
The knife tapped
against the cutting board as Shay mutilated the celery. When that was done, he
turned to the peppers, reducing them to tiny bits in a matter of minutes. As he
continued his preparations, he tried not to think about the dance teacher.
Tried not to think about the supple strength of her legs as she moved. Tried
not to think about the way her sports bra had clung to her breasts. Tried not
to think about how hard he got watching her.
With a groan, Shay
continued to take his anger out on the helpless produce. He couldn’t stop
thinking about her and it scared him. He was a married man, but his husband
seemed to share his attraction to the woman. He didn’t know what to do, and the
uncertainty scared him. Everything in his life was in perfect order, from his
kitchen, to his bedroom, to his goddamn tie collection. Where did Nicole fit
in?
A movement on the
other side of the island caught his attention and he looked up to see Remy
sitting on one of the bar stools watching him.
“We need to talk,”
Remy said.
“I don’t want to
talk.” Shay scraped the chopped veggies into the pan on the stove, poured some
wine over them, and then took a long swig from the bottle.
“Shay, I know you’re
attracted to her. And I think she’s attracted to us too. Maybe we can invite
her to join us.”
Shay choked on the
wine. “What do you mean? A threesome?”
The sexy smile on
Remy’s face said it all. Rage flared in Shay’s head. “How can you possibly
suggest that?” His voice boomed through the kitchen and Remy blanched. “After
what they—You know that there’s no way I could do it!”
Fear sliced
through the rage, gripping Shay’s heart and squeezing as a memory flashed
through his head. Pushing it back, Shay grabbed another pepper and started to
chop it. He ignored Remy’s attempts to talk to him. Remy knew his history. He
knew why a threesome would never work, but he had the nerve to suggest it
anyway. He got some satisfaction picturing how red he planned to make Remy’s
ass later.
“Fuck!” Shay cried
as a burning pain lanced his fingertip and looking down, he saw he’d cut
himself with the knife. “Goddamn it!” He thrust his hand under the tap and
turned on the water. Fiery needles jabbed through the finger and up into his
arm and he swore again, unable to keep back the tears now.
Remy appeared at
his side with a towel and wrapped it around Shay’s finger before leading him to
a stool. Unable to control his sobs, Shay buried his head against Remy’s
shoulder and let the pain pour out. Remy stood silent until Shay was able to
get himself under control. Remy’s ability to give Shay exactly what he needed
made him the ideal mate, and that’s why the suggestion of a threesome took Shay
by surprise. Shay lifted his head from Remy’s shoulder and wiped the last of
the tears from his face.
“I’m good,” he
said at last. “Sorry about that.” Shay glanced down at the towel to see it
soaked with blood. “Shit. The bleeding isn’t stopping.”
“Okay, let’s get
to the hospital, then,” Remy said. “I’ll get someone to watch Ainsley.”
Shay went to turn
off the stove and grab another towel. In the background he heard Remy on the
phone, and then he yelled for Ainsley to come downstairs. Remy explained what
had happened and Ainsley ran over to hug Shay.
“Papa, are you
going to be okay?”
His heart melted a
little and he kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine sweetie. But I can’t finish
supper, so do you want to order a pizza?”
“Yeah!” she cried.
“Can I call?”
“Sure.”
She skipped off to
the drawer where they kept the take-out menus and began flipping through them.
The front bell rang and Remy took off to the door. Checking for his wallet,
Shay headed to the door, but stopped short when he saw Nicole standing there.
He glared at Remy.
“Shay, are you all
right?” she asked coming over to him. She looked down at the bloody towel and
gasped. “Oh my God!” Her hand brushed his arm and an electric jolt raced
through him, causing his cock to harden. Damn,
Remy!
Remy avoided
making eye contact with Shay as he escorted Nicole into the kitchen where
Ainsley shrieked with delight. When Remy returned, he held the door for Shay
and helped him into the car, even doing up his seatbelt. After sliding into the
driver’s seat, he started the vehicle and pulled out into the street.
“That was sneaky,”
Shay said finally.
Remy had the
decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry. I just thought that if you got used to her
being around, you might realize that she’s not like—”
“If you know what’s
good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.”
Remy stayed silent
the rest of the ride, while Shay thought about Nicole. There was no denying her
beauty. Or his reaction to it. It had been years since he’d been with a woman.
He missed the soft curves, the feel of breasts, the slick wetness of a pussy. Shit, now I’m hard again. In truth, the
more he thought about Remy’s suggestion, the more he liked it, and it scared
the crap out of him. He couldn’t imagine finding a sweeter woman, but he knew
only too well that people could change when they got into the bedroom. And if
she were going to be with them, she’d have to be submissive. He couldn’t be
intimate with someone who wouldn’t follow his directions exactly.
When they reached
the hospital, Shay still hadn’t figured anything out. He and Remy walked into
the Emergency Department and quickly went through triage before being asked to
sit in the waiting room. The silence stretched out uncomfortably, until Shay
couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I’m sorry for
freaking out.”
With a gentle
smile, Remy took his good hand. “I only brought it up because I saw how turned
on you were from watching her. I thought…”
“She turns me on
and I won’t pretend she doesn’t,” Shay said. “But asking her into our bed is a
huge step, for all of us, and I don’t think I’m ready for it.”
Giving his hand a
squeeze, Remy leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t say it had to be
right away. Let’s spend some time getting to know her, letting her get to know
us.”
Shay leaned his
head against Remy’s. “You’re not just talking about a physical relationship
here, are you?” Remy shook his head. “I’m not going to make any promises, but I’m
willing to think about it and see where this goes.”
Shay’s heart
fluttered when Remy’s lips brushed his, knowing that ultimately, he wouldn’t be
able to resist his husband, or the gorgeous dancer.
*puts head in hands* Belly Dancing, my husband has a thing for belly dancers so I tried it, took the classes and everything. I have read tons of books with the sexy strip tease or belly dancing and somehow mine didn't seem so sexy. Belly dancing is HARD to do and lets just say I need A LOT of classes. Oh but the handcuff thing totally worked. :)
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Someone left the book Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns at a desk in the library where I went to school (20 + years ago). I took it up to the front desk and asked if belonged to the college. I was told no so I took it home and pretty much read it all night, I was hooked. My husband and I still try new things, some work and some don't but a lot of our inspiration comes from books, fiction and non-fiction.
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Deletei would love to try half the stuff i read about....
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