Sunday, 27 December 2015

My Guest ~ Lisabet Sarai

A Contract For Christmas

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Blurb
This Christmas, Santa demands more than milk and cookies.

Isabella plans to surprise her husband and master Greg with an intimate Christmas Eve dinner for two. She’s left with only her fantasies of Greg’s dominance to keep her company, though, when a blizzard strands him at an airport a thousand miles away. Then her husband’s best friend James shows up at her door. Over the past year, Greg has invited James to participate in some of their kinky scenes, but Bella has never been alone with the sexy entrepreneur. Should she let him in and risk surrendering to his quiet authority without her master’s permission?


Greg resolves her doubts in an unexpected phone call, ordering her to fulfill James’s every desire. Ever obedient, Bella complies, and James rewards her with a night of soul-searing pleasure. When Greg returns on Christmas morning, he appears unfazed by her powerful new connection to his friend. Instead, he offers Bella an outrageous gift, one she’s not sure she dares accept.  

Message From Lisabet
I really didn’t have time to write a holiday story this year. The deadline for my next novel is December 31st, and I’m at least half a dozen chapters from the end. As usual, the holiday season means lots of social events, not to mention end-of-year work responsibilities. Then there were gifts to buy or create, cards to send, decorations to hang, cookies to bake—all the lovely, but time-consuming, activities associated with December.

Once I’d conceived the idea for A Contract for Christmas, though, the story wouldn’t let me go. I’ve been writing about Isabella, Greg and James for a couple of years now. Every time I sit down to pen another episode, I learn more about who they are and what they want. In this case, I realized how emotionally dependent Isabella was on her dominant husband Greg. I started to wonder whether this was a good thing. Apparently, given the ending of the story, Greg was thinking along the same lines.

So anyway, I stole the time for writing this. I devoted two solid eight-hour days to the process, deferring everything else that I could. I ended up with a massive headache and a stiff back—but I had my Christmas story!

I hope you like it.

X Rated Excerpt

I thought hed kiss meI even closed my eyesbut instead he forced me toward the floor.Crawl to the bedroom, Bella. Now.

He landed a swat on my upturned butt. The sting set me moving, though obviously not fast enough for James, since he continued to spank me the whole way.

The wall-to-wall carpet in the hallway rubbed my knees raw, and the parquet in the bedroom bruised, but I didnt care. My only goal was to satisfy my new master. On my hands and knees by the side of bed, I waited for his next command.

James switched on the recessed ceiling lights, which provided a dim, soothing illumination. He surveyed the room.As I recall, you keep your toy box in the guest bedroom. But Id be surprised if you didnt stash a few restraints and such in here, too…” He rummaged in the drawer of the bed table for a moment, then held up a set of fur-lined leather cuffs.Just as I expected. Up on the bed, Bella. I want you on your back, with your arms over your head.

I was in positionone of my favorites, to be honestalmost before hed finished speaking.

You seem commendably eager to obey,he commented as he cuffed my wrists and clipped them to the curlicue brass headboard.Greg certainly has you well-trained.

Considering the circumstances, I didnt think that observation required any response.

He captured my feet in matching restraints, then forced my thighs apart so he could bind each ankle to a corner post with Velcro straps. It took no more than sixty seconds for him to immobilize me. As he stood back to admire his handiwork, I wondered for a moment where hed acquired those skills. Had he and Greg trained as dominants together, or was their mutual interest in kink only a happy coincidence?

Either way, I was the lucky beneficiary.

Are you comfortable, Bella? No pain?

In fact my hip joints protested a bit from being spread so wide, but that was a small price to pay for the luscious sense of exposure enforced by this position. The pose elevated my breasts, brazenly presenting my erect nipples. My pussy gaped, displaying my slick, swollen labia and engorged clit. Juices leaked out to drip down the crevice between my ass cheeks, flowing over my still-stretched rear hole. Helpless and horny, I was ready for anything he might want to dish out. 

None that I cant handle, James.

Oh really? Guess Ill have to ramp up the volume. Just a minute…”

Stripping off his shirt with typical economy and ease, he folded it on the vanity stool. His jeans followed. Before he set them down, he extracted his belt from the waist.Im going to want this,he said, laying it alongside my outstretched body so I could smell the leather.And these, of course.He dropped five or six condoms onto the bed table.

I couldnt help laughing.How many times do you plan to fuck me, James?

He kneeled between my legs, his engorged cock bobbing as he moved.As many times as you can handle, woman.He picked up the belt, running it over his palm.Then Ill fuck you some more.

About Lisabet
LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse. 

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Saturday, 26 December 2015

My Guest ~ Neil S. Plakcy

Third Night


BLURB
Can Joe reconcile his belief in the tenets of Orthodox Judaism with the religion's disapproval of his sexual orientation? Or will his crush on his friend Yehuda ruin their friendship and leave him ostracized by his community? What will happen on the third night of Hanukkah?

EXCERPT
  We reached my building, a two-story with rounded sections out front, and I led him up the outside stairs to my apartment, and unlocked the door. “It’s kind of a mess,” I said, ushering him inside. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

  “It’s okay.” He raised his arm and sniffed his pit. “You’re right, we both need showers.” He pulled his T-shirt off, leaving him in his kattan, the cotton undershirt with the fringes hanging off. The knots were all white, as in the Ashkenazi tradition.

  He dropped the T-shirt on the floor and then tugged the kattan over his head, and I got to see his chest.

  It was impressive for a twenty-something accountant. Squared pecs dusted with dark hair, a smooth abdomen and a tan line just above his bush of black pubic hair. My dick pronged up, fortunately restrained by the jock strap and hidden by the baggy shorts. Yehuda looked at me. “What, are you shy?” he said, as he kicked off his sneakers and socks. “Or you don’t like to think of your living room as a locker room?”

  I laughed and pulled off my shoes and socks. As I lifted my sweaty T-shirt off over my head, Yehuda dropped his shorts and his boxers, and he stood there naked in front of me. His dick was solid-looking in repose, nestled atop his balls. If he’d turned his head and cocked his arm, he would have resembled Michelangelo’s David.

  “The bathroom’s through there,” I said, nodding toward the bedroom. “If you want to go first.”

  He looked at me and licked his lips. My heart rate accelerated as I realized he was waiting for me to strip, too.  What the fuck? I’d always thought Yehuda was a straight arrow.

  Well, if he wanted to play that game, I was ready to. I kept my eyes on him as I shucked my shorts, leaving my dick enclosed in the white cotton jock, which was stained with sweat and pre-cum. “You said the shower’s through there?” he asked, walking toward me.

  I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.

ABOUT NEIL
Neil Plakcy was a spoiled only child who celebrated both Hanukkah (when he got a small present each night) and Christmas (when his big presents arrived.) He loves writing about both holidays, especially when he can incorporate details of his home in South Florida.

Character-driven mystery, romance and mainstream novels

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