Rough Sex: Why We Need Slapping, Spanking, and Yanking

Warning: the following vignette may be too intense for some, or may prove a trigger, so stop reading now if depictions of rough sex and strong consensual verbal play between a sadist and masochist offend or upset you. (There’s a point, I promise.)

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Horny Hump Day 7/2/14: CMNF

In this three-sentence snippet from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, a gagged and restrained–and naked–Kenzi  is about to be taken by a very aroused Duncan.

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All she heard was the unzip; he was not undressing! He would take her fully clothed, while she was naked and open, and just about to drip on the carpet. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, that he would want her so badly that he would not bother with any more disrobing than necessary to—impale her!

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“Legacy of Desire and Blood” is out now on Amazon and other ebook retailers.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Horny Hump Day 6/25/14: I’m thinking Kenzi and Duncan are meant to be

This excerpt is from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, the final book of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy.

Stripping Kenzi naked in a public place, Duncan reminds her to whom she belongs.

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This was where she was meant to be—with him, by his side, forever.

“I’m naked,” she whispered.

“That’s the way I want you,” he said, his voice going deep and rumbly.

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“Legacy of Desire and Blood” is out now on Amazon and other ebook retailers.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Just say “Bugger off”: dealing with clueless dudes on social media

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Bill Maher once said, during the Brett Favre debacle, “No woman in the history of the world has ever wanted to look at a guy’s cock, cold. The first cave painting was a cock; after that, it was all antelopes and sunsets.”

I say, “Sometimes you girls are just too darn nice.”

Given the group that is likely to be reading this article, I will clarify that Maher’s comment means unsolicited pictures of some random dude’s junk, because I know for a fact that quite a few of the adorable little horndogs of my acquaintance do enjoy viewing a nice male member on occasion.

But the difference is, it is their choice.

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Excerpt Four from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. This is it.

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Welcome to the fourth and final excerpt from the third and final book in the Baobhan Sith trilogy, “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, releasing this Thursday, June 19th.

When we left Duncan and Kenzi last week in excerpt three (catch up with excerpts one and two), Duncan was just about to do horribly mean things to sweet little Kenzi:

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“I am going to take you,” he said again. “I will take you, and it will be hard, and rough. I will do it because I can.” Then, his eyes softened for just a moment as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I will do it because I need you so much. You are my world.”

Oh my fucking goodness! She came right to the edge, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt afire.

He spun her around again, and grabbing the leather binding her wrists together, pushed her forward so that she was bent over at the waist. Her breasts dangled, and felt even more swollen in this position. Her nipples tightened to points of exquisite pain.

She was off–balance, tipping forward on her toes, and the only thing that kept her from toppling forward was his big hand holding the belt around her wrists. His first two fingers hooked through the leather binding, and his thumb and other fingers encircled her wrists. He was still a moment, out of sight behind her, and she wished he had turned her the other way so that she could see him reflected in the dressing room mirror. But she imagined he wanted her to keep guessing.

He was motionless so long, she wondered what he was doing, but then he lowered his mental block for an instant, just long enough to send her the image of what he was seeing: her smooth, milky–pale back, her vertebrae knobbing the alabaster skin as she bent, her curvy round ass tilted up towards him as he bent her forward and raised her wrists even higher.

His simmering, almost immeasurable desire as he took in her form.

The intensity of the feelings he sent her made her stop breathing. And when she heard him unzip his jeans, she thought she would pass out.

All she heard was the unzip; he was not undressing! He would take her fully clothed, while she was naked and open, and just about to drip on the carpet. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, that he would want her so badly that he would not bother with any more disrobing than necessary to—

Impale her!

She screamed against the gag and came as he plunged himself to the hilt into her. She came as soon as the head of his iron–hard cock brushed the nub of her clit as he thrust into her, and came again as he grabbed her hips in a death–grip and ground himself against her, pushing so deeply into her she thought she could feel him in her belly. Her pussy fought to stretch and accept his thick length, accept the suddenness of his violation of her softness. She had already been very wet, and now, with his unrelenting demand of her, his inexorable need for her, she became drenched.

Her entire body clenched as she came up on her toes and thrust her ass, trying to draw him in even deeper. He grunted and reached around with his other hand to pinch her nipple. He pinched it hard, harder than he ever had! The delicious pain rocketed through her, and her orgasm stopped having beginnings and ends; it was one continuous wave crashing again and again through her body.

She shook, she jerked, her nerves firing on their own, her muscles contracting in sudden spasms, then releasing, only to catch and grab hold of her body again. She was no longer in control of herself. She couldn’t even tell if he was moving inside her or not.

Oh fuck, now he was! He had been holding himself still while her orgasm took her, pulling her hips to him, filling her void with himself. But now he wanted his own release.

He bent forward over her back, and grunted in her ear, “You are mine.”

The moment he said it, she came again, the thought of being his like this for eternity making her see spots, sparks, dazzling explosions of golden color.

Her head seemed to fill with that golden light, and it took on a shape, like an orb. She had seen this before—

Duncan wrenched back on her wrists as he came, trying to pull her as close to him as he could while he emptied his seed inside her. She shrieked again, the gag now dripping with her saliva onto the carpet, and she came for what seemed the hundredth time. Or the thousandth. Or the first, last, and always.

Duncan softened over her back, his grip on her wrists loosening. He held her under her belly, and brought his other hand around under her breasts, so that she was fully cradled in his huge hands. She just let herself go and relaxed while he held her full weight.

He raised her up so that her back was against his torso, and drew his arms around her. Her legs were so shaky that if he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have crumpled to the floor. Pulling her close to him, his half–hard cock slipped out of her with a wet pop.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured in her ear, severing the leather binding her wrists with a claw slash.

“Oh, Duncan.” She raised her arms up and back to touch and stroke his face, his neck.

“Are the two of you okay in there?” called a voice from outside the dressing room.

“We’re fine!” Kenzi looked at Duncan and giggled. “We should probably leave this poor woman’s shop—I can’t imagine what she must be thinking.”

“Who cares?” Duncan said, nuzzling her cheek.

Kenzi turned and stood on her tiptoes, and Duncan kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in a century, not just a month. She felt herself grow damp again.

“Oh, boy,” she breathed, when he let her catch her breath.

He grinned at her, bent and picked up the torn shirt, wiped her gently till she was dry. She kissed his chest, pondered the pile of clothing he had tossed on the fitting room bench, chose the emerald green yoga pants and matching sleeveless top. Slipped into them in an instant. Looking at herself in the dressing room mirror, she noted how the yoga pants clung to her prominent round butt, and the top accentuated her full chest. To her, it was a little risqué, but when she caught Duncan’s eyes in the mirror, taking her in, seeing the look of hunger in his dark eyes, she decided the outfit was just fine.

He pulled her to him and kissed her, murmuring, “You are so beautiful.”

Duncan zipped up and opened the door, to see the sales clerk standing there. Her mouth rounded as she took in the two of them, and once again got hit by the full force of Duncan’s sith maleness. She fell back a step as he came towards her.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her a wad of bills. “This should cover what we are purchasing. My girl will wear that outfit out.”

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I hope you’ve been enjoying the preview of my book, and this little scene to wind up our survey class of the filthy inner workings of my brain.

If you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Horny Hump Day 6/11/14: Duncan pushes Kenzi to her limits, and beyond

Here’s a sweet little excerpt from a scene in “Legacy of Desire and Blood: Book Three of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy” (releasing 6/19/14), where Duncan has dragged Kenzi back to the dressing room of an athletic clothing shop, after she dared him to do it. Did I say sweet? What was I thinking?

For readers new to Horny Hump Day, the rule is to include only three sentences from a scene.

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Her back arched as his tongue played around the opening in her ear, and his finger forced its way between her folds. He was being rough with her, thrusting into her tight pussy with first one finger, then another. His fingers were so long and thick that it felt like he already filled her as much as she could be filled.

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Thanks for peeking in with me on Duncan and Kenzi. I hope you enjoyed it.

And if you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Three from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Oh you kids.

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When last we left our lusty duo (Excerpts One and Two), Duncan had just dragged his beloved–and moistening–Kenzi back to the dressing room of the clothing store, calling her bluff on her dare. He had ordered her to keep silent, then tested her obedience by giving her earlobe a nip. Of course she squealed; any Dom worth the title will make sure he finds reasons for “funishment” of his submissive.

And Duncan does. Let’s be voyeurs and watch.

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She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!

Her every molecule wanted to shriek with arousal, with lust, with desire, but he had told her not to make a peep. Yet the scream bubbling up from deep in her core threatened to engulf her senses. She became ever more lightheaded, the longer his hand pressed closed her mouth.

And more wet, if she could judge by what she felt against her steaming inner thighs, and his increasingly coarse breathing as he drew in her fragrance.

His tongue plunged into her ear at the same moment his free hand found its way to her nether lips and parted them. His finger felt rough against her slick, tender skin, and again she moaned with a month’s worth of desire. A month she couldn’t even remember, but her body sure could!

Her back arched as his tongue played around the opening in her ear, and his finger forced its way between her folds. He was being rough with her, thrusting into her tight pussy with first one finger, then another. His fingers were so long and thick! It felt like he already filled her as much as she could be filled.

He withdrew his hand from inside her, and she whimpered. She needed release! But he wasn’t finished with her. As she watched, wide–eyed over his large hand covering her mouth, he reached down and grabbed the shredded shirt she had been wearing. Tearing a long strip from it that was several inches wide, he wound the strip into a tight cord, then tied a plum–sized knot in the center of its length.

“Open your mouth,” he told her, removing his hand from her lips.

She felt her eyes widen even more as she understood what he was about to do. It sent a quake through her body, and she began to shiver uncontrollably. He was so powerful! There was nothing she could do.

She opened her mouth, her trembling giving him a moving target as he fitted the knot between her lips and teeth, and tied the free ends of the cloth behind her head. The knot was big enough that it forced her mouth to open wide. She bit down on the knot, feeling its hardness against her teeth. She pushed on it with her tongue, and it pushed her tongue right back to the rear of her mouth, where the only way she could hold it was in a curled up position.

“Try to talk,” he ordered her.

She tried, but nothing except grunts came out.

“Scream,” he commanded.

She did that too, but it was a muffled “hunh!”

He looked at her and smiled. The smile was dark, and full of male desire, the kind that made a girl feel like she would be swept away on its tidal intensity. Her quivering shot up another level when he picked up the leather belt.

He caressed her cheek in a sudden, tender way. “Do you consent?”

What? She was whirling. Her inner thighs had become more soaked by the moment as he had fastened the cloth around her head. Now he held up the severed halves of the belt.

“Your wrists,” he said, speaking as if he was talking about the weather. “Do you consent?”

Holy fuck! Here, in the dressing room of a public shop?

Yes! Oh mother of all fucking fuck–gods, yes! But she couldn’t talk. And had apparently forgotten how to send her thoughts to him.

But he read her eyes and chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound that only made her shaking worse. Or better. She was feeling her moisture wetting her knees now. When would he fuck her and put her out of her misery?

“Turn,” he ordered.

She turned, obedient to him, her naked, heavy breasts jiggling a little as she did, and she heard him catch his breath as he stared at her heated flesh. She was so happy he loved her curves and voluptuousness. She put her hands behind her back without being told, crossing her wrists for him.

In a flash he had bound her wrists with the leather belt. The rough underside of the leather scratched the soft skin of her wrists in a way that did nothing to calm her trembling. She flexed and wiggled her fingers against the bond. Without him saying it, she knew she would be in trouble if she broke the leather with her sith strength, and she vowed not to do that.

He spun her around to face him, the sudden movement making her gasp. The knot in her mouth was becoming soaked with her saliva, and some of it began to trickle around the gag and down her chin.

He tilted her face up so she could look him in the eyes. He looked so fierce, she almost couldn’t do it, but he held her fast.

“I am going to take you,” he said, his voice so low it vibrated in her chest, in her pussy.

You are…? Wait, her thoughts couldn’t get through to his mind. She probed, and realized he was blocking her from sending. It took her a moment, but all of a sudden she realized he wanted her to communicate only with her eyes, with her trembling, with her wetness. He was giving her a taste of their lovemaking as if she was a human girl.

The thought of being human with him, with no shortcuts, mind tricks, or sith strength, almost sent her over the edge with crazed lust. To be completely helpless with this man—not just pretending—would take her to heaven every day of her life!

She nodded, telling him with her lidded eyes to please, please, take her now! But he wasn’t quite finished torturing her, and that only made her want him more frantically.

“I am going to take you,” he said again. “I will take you, and it will be hard, and rough. I will do it because I can.” Then, his eyes softened for just a moment as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I will do it because I need you so much. You are my world.”

Oh my fucking goodness! She came right to the edge, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt afire.

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We’ll finish this sweet little scene next week. And if you need to change your panties, go ahead. We’ll wait. Oh, you aren’t wearing any?

If you’d like to catch up with the first two books in the trilogy before Book Three releases on June 19th:

Born of Desire and Blood
Betrayed by Desire and Blood

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Excerpt Two from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”. Starting to get real up in here.

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As promised, this week we continue the scene we started last week. And also as promised, things are starting to amp up. (If you missed last week’s post, here you go.)

Duncan and Kenzi are in the clothing store, and she has just dared him to take advantage of her. Don’t you just love a feisty sub?

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His eyes went from that startling azure to midnight in an instant. He pulled her hand, towing her towards the rear of the shop.

His hand was so hot in hers that she thought she would light ablaze. Every cell in her body began tingling. What was he going to do?

That became clear in a moment, when they reached the dressing room. He opened the wooden door to the carpeted cubicle, looked inside and tossed the armload of clothing on the small bench, then took her arm and pushed her in. She stumbled and caught herself, turned to face him, her spine pressed to the rear wall and her hands behind her back. Her heart pounded, and her chest rose and fell as her breathing increased. She felt her nipples harden. He closed the door behind him, and stood between her and escape.

His eyes had gone to deepest cobalt, maybe darker than she’d ever seen.

Sensing her thoughts, he murmured, “A month without you was a long time.”

He was going to devour her!

He stood and looked at her, his eyes locked on hers. Anyone else, it would have been silly and made her giggle, but with him… Oh my. The heat coming from his eyes threatened to set fire to the very air in the fitting room. His full lips parted a little, and he breathed heavy, almost a growl to each of his exhales.

And he just stared at her, taking in her every detail. She felt both exposed, and oh so wanted. Her tummy tightened, followed by a dampness in her sex. Could he make her come just by looking at her like that? If he wanted to, she knew he could.

But he had other ideas as he stepped forward and extended a claw. She held her breath; the claw slashed, and the belt fell away from her waist. Another slice, and the shirt followed the halved belt to the carpet.

And she stood naked before him. Her chest heaved as she fought to draw in air that she didn’t need, but somehow had to have. Her mind began to whirl, and things started making less sense, but at the same time became very clear.

This was where she was meant to be—with him, by his side, forever.

“I’m naked,” she whispered.

“That’s the way I want you,” he said, his voice going deep and rumbly.

Oh, he knew what that did to her, him staying clothed while she was vulnerable and opened to him!

She saw the half–erect shaft outlined in his jeans leap to fully hard.

“They’ll hear,” she said.

“Let them.”

Ooo. She’d had no idea that being with him in a public place could do this to her. Wasn’t that just something nymphs would like? Well, maybe she was a nymph—but she didn’t care. All she knew was that, with him staring at her like that, with his arousal, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything. Yes, a month was a very long time, even if she’d spent it unconscious.

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” she said.

“You must.”

“But—”

“Shh.”

He stepped to her, pressing himself full–length against her. Oh, it had been so long! She felt the coarseness of his jeans against her soft belly. He was so tall, and she so tiny, that the underside of her heavy, swelling breasts just brushed the top edge of his belt. Her pebble–hard nipples rubbed against the softer cotton of his T–shirt. She could feel the sculpted stone muscles of his belly against her aching tits.

Her arms wrapped around him, her body aching to get even closer to him. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against his broad chest, hearing the deep, subterranean throb of his heart in her ear. She sighed, and her body seemed to soften like wax into him.

How did he always have this effect on her? No matter what had happened to her, to them, as soon as she was in his arms, it all just melted away. Nothing else mattered. He was here, she was with him, and he moved mountains—he literally moved mountains—to keep her by his side.

It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of his love for her. Almost. But if her life was to be filled with that kind of intensity, she would gratefully spend it overwhelmed and giddy.

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled at her thoughts. He lowered his head, nuzzled her hair. She wondered how she smelled after being in a cave for a month, but he didn’t seem to mind. He breathed her in even deeper, and his lips touched her cheek in a gossamer kiss, then trailed to her neck.

She tilted her head and shivered as she felt his lips part, his tongue slide against the soft skin of her neck, the delicate, almost invisible hairs there. She trembled again.

His tongue was wet and oh so warm. His breath on her moistened skin was like steam from a boiling kettle. In moments his tongue found its way up the side of her neck to her ear. With a heated exhale that made every follicle on her body tighten and pucker, he circled the shell–like whorls of her ear with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned.

“Be still,” he murmured into her ear. “Do not make a sound.”

Oh, she didn’t know if she could obey him like that! What would he do if she made a noise?

Sensing her thoughts, he drew his right hand up her body, his nails dragging against her skin, catching on her exposed nipple—oh!—and coming up to press his palm over her mouth.

“No sound,” he rumbled.

Oh my! She felt like she’d been taken his prisoner!

She nodded, and he lowered his hand. But as soon as he nipped her earlobe with his sharp teeth, she let out a small squeal.

His palm was back over her lips in a flash. “If that’s the way you want to play it,” he growled.

She was starting to quiver uncontrollably. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the simple act of keeping her amorous sounds locked inside could be so intense, so arousing! It made his control over her that much more complete!

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I hope you little horndogs are enjoying this scene. Stay tuned for more next week.

And if you haven’t check out the first two books yet, you can either have a spanking, or go to Amazon and get them. Or both.

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Horny Hump Day 6/4/14: Duncan is cunning

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A harsh growl rasped from his throat, and Duncan lifted her into the air, holding her aloft with his massive arms. She thought she had offended him with her dirty talk, but no! He tossed her in the air a few inches, caught her in his big hands as he adjusted his grip, and pressed her pussy to his mouth!

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From “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”, now on Amazon.

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