Tuesday, January 31, 2012
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Vanilla was just a flavour of ice-cream when I first took an interest in BDSM. And
BDSM wasn't called BDSM then, either. It was the sexier, but more misleading,
S&M. How it delighted me that this was an inversion of my mother's favourite shop,
M&S. In a way, it still does. (Though her favourite shop is John Lewis now – not
much perversion potential there.)
But S&M wasn't right – I'm not and never will be a masochist. I don't find pain
sexually arousing. But I do like BDSM. From my late teens onward I got my hands on
a variety of kinky classics and devoured them like ripe melons in the desert, though I
made sure nobody else saw me at the feast. From The Story of O to its more modern
counterpart, Carrie's Story, I lapped it up.
But then the internet happened, and I started to wonder if I really liked BDSM as
much as I thought. I found a site with stories on, but they were, in the main, far more
extreme than anything I fantasised about. I wasn't interested in being suffocated with
polythene, for instance, or undergoing extreme torture. I read a number of things that
disturbed me at the time, though I'd never question the writers' right to publish them.
All the same, I retreated a bit and looked for tamer pastures.
Then it struck me. I could just write my own stuff, to cater to my own tastes. Maybe
too mild for some, too extreme for others – as with pretty much everything, kink has
a spectrum. You are where you are on it and it's nothing to feel inadequate about.
Unless you get off on feeling inadequate, of course, in which case – go for your life.
My quandary with finding good BDSM reading material is mirrored by the dilemma
of my heroine, Cherry, in Meeting Her Match. But she isn't looking for a dirty book –
she's looking for a dom. Of course, just like the stories, doms come in varying degrees
of strength. Some of the dynamics she experiments with are not to her taste, some of
them decidedly are. But she gives it a go, and she learns in the process.
Here's an excerpt:
In the hotel room, we dressed again, this time surrounded by luxury and history
instead of cheap felt carpeting and plasterboard walls. Justin had bought a new
martinet at Shepherds Bush Market and was swishing it to and fro while Maz rubbed
gold-flecked lotion all over my bare flesh, which took some time.
"So you're feeling brave?" Maz asked gently, reaching deep down into my cleavage
and working the ointment in. "You want to go through with what we talked about?"
"I think so. Dressed like this makes me want to even more. Funny how just changing
clothes can get you into a mindset."
"It's good, isn't it?" Justin grinned, wrapping the leather fronds of the whip around
one of the bedposts with a flick of the wrist. "How something as simple as showing a
lot of skin can make a person feel submissive. And when you add collars and cuffs to
"It's a bit like magic," I agreed. "Before a word's been said, I want to kiss somebody's
"Kiss mine if you like," offered Maz, giggling.
They were cute feet, toes wriggling in gladiator sandals, but I decided to pass for the
"Maybe later. You look great too, by the way."
In her abbreviated silk toga and richly-jewelled cloak, she looked imperious and
impish at the same time. I supposed that was the trick of switching. The opulent
cloths were mistressy enough, but the teeny toga hem was perfect for flipping up and
delivering an impromptu spanking. She could go either way tonight.
"Right then, you two," said Justin, bored of practising his whip hand on the
bedposts. "Bend over the end of the bed and let's give this a proper trial run."
"Both of us?" squealed Maz.
"Of course. Bottoms bared, please. I want you both going downstairs with noticeable
markings. Besides, I think a little warm-up is a sensible idea, don't you?"
Yes, I do! And if you want more than a warm-up, here are some more details:
In the internet age, it should be easy for like-minded fetishists
to find and connect with each other. Or so Cherry thought. Her
decision to enter the wild and wonderful world of BDSM leads her
to some interesting and unexpected places. She soon finds herself
on 'the scene' and her insatiable curiosity takes her to orgies, slave
auctions and mansion houses full of trainee submissives, but where
will she find her perfect dom? Will Cherry ever meet her match?
Available in paperback: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Meeting-Her-Match-Justine-
And for Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Meeting-Her-Match-ebook/dp/
Justine Elyot is the UK bestselling author of On Demand, The Business of Pleasure
and Erotic Amusements. When she isn't buried under a pile of new projects, you can
find her waving at the world from her website http://justineelyot.com/ or gassing
about trivialities on Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/JustineElyot
Heartfelt thanks to the wonderful Giselle for letting me blether on here today – and
thanks for reading.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Quick Six PRO
Interview with _______________
Q: What's hot on the market these days?
Q: What's the most time-consuming part of a writer's life?
Q: On the topic of ebook piracy, hunter or head in the sand?
Q: What should a writer's priority be?
Q: How do you handle a bad review?
Q: Have you ever encountered any unprofessional behaviours from editors,
publishers or other writers, that they might not even realize are damaging?
Q: What advice do you give aspiring authors?
Q: What do you look for in a publisher?
Q: What makes an editor great or...not so great?
Q: Do you have a preference for short stories of longer works?
Q: If you've ventured into self-publishing, what are the pros and cons?
Q: Do you find yourself writing for the market and not for YOU, or self-censoring in any way?
Q: How have the people in your life reacted to your career as a writer?
Q: Any promo tips for fellow authors?
Sunday, January 22, 2012
In Wonderful Wing Boys, Deb from the world of Only Angels is back with a story of her own. Well, it's not just hers. She shares it with two hot young guys from the Only Angels cougar club.
Avoiding the bar, Deb squeezed past working hunks and their huge white wings to get to the booths. Most of the white curtains were shut, which meant an angel was inside entertaining a client. When she arrived at booth six, the one she’d been advised to meet her boys at, she found the ceiling-to-floor curtain closed. Her angels must have shut it so the boss wouldn’t think they were slacking off, she figured, and pulled the thing wide open.
Deb gasped at what she saw. She told herself to pull the curtain closed again, but couldn’t manage it.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Not quite, but almost.
As I may or may not have mentioned, Sweet and I enjoyed a romantic little getaway to Niagara Falls last week. I've always thought of NF as touristy and tacky, but Sweet thinks it's romance up the wazoo, so I figured I'd go with an open mind this time and you know what? I caught the fever. I guess no matter where you are, the romance is there if that's what you want to see.
So I bought my girl a dozen red roses, booked us a jacuzzi room, and treated her to a just-because mini-vacation. And now YOU have to look at pictures. Mwahahaha! My evil plan is complete.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Here's another Chicken Soup for the Soul call that found its way to my inbox. I'm really looking forward to receiving my (10!) contributor's copies of Tough Times for Teens. If I'm not mistaken, the very first Chicken Soup for the Soul edition was published when I was a teenager, and at that stage of my life I derived a lot of strength from it. If you've got a story around "The Power of Positive" that might help others, why not submit?
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Power of Positive
101 Inspirational Stories about Changing Your Life through Positive Thinking
After the success of our book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Think Positive, we are ready to make another book full of stories about how you changed your life, solved a problem, or overcame a challenge through a positive attitude, counting your blessings, or an epiphany of some kind. Tell us your success story about using the power of positive!
Topics could include:
Your stories or poems need to be nonfiction and about your personal experiences or those of someone close to you. No "creative writing" please. We prefer stories written in the first person and no more than 1,200 words. If you ghost-write a story for someone else, that person, not you, will be listed as the author of the story. We are no longer running "as told to" stories. Stories should not have been previously published by Chicken Soup for the Soul or other major print publications.
- Attitude! It does make a difference
- The unexpected benefits of challenges
- Putting things in perspective
- Turning negative into positive
- How you spread the message of gratitude to others
- Lighten up and laugh!
- What made you realize that your life is good and that you are grateful
- Silver linings that you have discovered
- Appreciating the simple pleasures
- ... Anything else that you think that is interesting and inspirational
If your story is chosen, you will be a published author and your bio will be printed in the book if you so choose. You will also receive a check for US $200 and 10 free copies of your book, worth more than $100. You will retain the copyright for your story and you will retain the right to resell it.
SUBMISSIONS GO TO http://chickensoup.com
Select the Submit Your Story link on the left tool bar and follow the directions.
DEADLINE FOR STORY SUBMISSIONS IS APRIL 30, 2012.
Monday, January 16, 2012
When Callie’s husband leaves her for a younger woman, she drives all the way out to the summerhouse only to find it's been taken over by hipsters--twenty-somethings who wear plaid and listen to indie rock and eat nothing but raw broccoli. They're friends of her son, Dante, all queer and quirky students at the nearby university.At first, Callie's irritated that her son has thrown a party in her haven of relaxation, but when she and a bottle of Kahlua stumble upon two young men gettin' it on in her bed her annoyance morphs into arousal. The drink and the day's multitude of disappointments encourage her to join Vish and Evan, pansexual and polyamorous young men who are more than happy to welcome a vibrant older woman into their bed. How will they feel about inviting Callie into their lives?
Deb has nothing in common with the other women at Only Angels. They're mutton dressed as lamb in their gold miniskirts and sequin tops. Deb's all business. Her life’s work is her only interest...until The Big Guy hooks her up with Andreas and Zander, two of the club’s incredibly hot young angels.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Janelle sat up in the middle of the mattress, cradling the covers in both hands. Her back was bare, chilled not by the temperature of Wanda’s cozy home, but by her apprehension. The house was too quiet.
There was a squeak on the stairs and then a creak on the landing before Wanda appeared in the doorway. Janelle struggled with where to look first: she glanced at her woman’s face, but she couldn’t glean any emotion from that stony expression before her gaze shot down between Wanda’s thighs.
If you want to know more (I think there's a dildo in the next sentence), read the blurb, read an excerpt or buy a copy, visit Torquere Press here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=68&products_id=3475
Saturday, January 14, 2012
How the money is raised
Those used stamps and envelopes can add up. Oxfam Canada volunteers raise about $10,000 annually by sorting and selling stamps to collectors. Nearly $250,000 has been given to Oxfam from the Stamp Program since it started in 1980.
What you should save
- foreign stamps
- Canadian stamps
- commemorative stamps
- Keep the entire envelope if there are:
- clearly identifiable town/village postmarks
- registered/special delivery postmarks
Where should I send the stamps?
Once you've collected the stamps and envelopes they can be delivered to any Oxfam Canada office or sent directly to either:
39 McArthur Ave