I’m Ella Scandal, owner of and sole author at Scandarella.com. I blog about sex toys, and the occasional piece of bondage equipment, and I also write smutty little stories too. I read them to my husband, and if they get his motor running, they get published on the site.
I'm delighted to introduce this week's sex blogger in the spotlight: Paisley Gilmour from the Beating Around The Bush sex blog. As well as writing for her own blog, Paisley also writes the sex tips and advice column at the Reveal Magazine blog.
Bruce was forty, fat and frumpy while she had a face like a Disney character’s; innocently round, with oversized blue eyes, a pert little nose and plump, pouty lips. Her body would never have got past Disney’s arbiters of taste though — nor proportion, as each of her enhanced breasts was almost the size of a man’s head. Equally synthetic were her stiletto nails, spider lashes, caramel tan and platinum blonde hair.
Kayla Lords: Kayla Lords is a hugely talented and extremely kinky erotic author as well as a popular sex blogger. We look at her sex blog in more detail in her Sex Blogger Spotlight feature here. Read on to find out more about Kayla Lords Erotic Author, as well as a treat in the form of a free excerpt from one of her popular, sexy books.
Callista pushed her hand between her tightly clenched thighs and pressed the heel of it against her aching flesh. The sharp tingle spread out from her center flooding her with instant heat. Damn him! She thought as her body shuddered. Why am I allowing him to make me feel this way? Surrender, indeed! The nerve of him. Does he really think he can manipulate my mind with basic NLP? He may be trying to get me in the mood for the project, but I am not his Guinea pig, I am his assistant. I will have to make the terms of this arrangement very clear before we begin. She tried to work for a while, pushing away the thoughts of her earlier conversation with Anbu and his suggestive message. She fooled herself into believing it was working, but when a video on the mating habits of the African Dung Beetle seemed arousing to her, she slammed the laptop shut. King of love, huh! She muttered to herself. Grabbing the cold bottle of Rose′ from her fridge, she headed to her neighbor Chad’s apartment.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped. Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner. “I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
The purpose of Katie Laid Bare to give my readers and followers, an insight into my world and the things that are important to me. I intend to be open and frank about the topics I choose to write about. Some of my views may be controversial, some funny, and some, I hope, thought provoking. Ultimately, it's really just a random collection of musings on the subjects of sex, life, the universe and everything; but mostly sex.
By Alex Jordaine: Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom author and his work has also been widely published in the USA. In this article Alex talks about his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books and the latest thrilling addition to the series, Mistress Severity (find here at Amazon).
Soon, both of her legs were bound from ankle to thigh, her slick lips completely open. Damian moved to the floor. The chair he’d been sitting in hit the carpet with a soft thud when he kicked it out of the way. Tommy pointed to the other chair, and Damian kicked it away too. “Put your hands on your tits.”
Now I was completely naked and he turned me to face the street. One storey below a delivery boy drove by on a bike but didn't see. A couple on the beach across the grass looked up and were watching. Afternoon shoppers gathered. They all saw me, a nude woman at the full-length window...crying? He put his hand on the back of my neck, turning me forward into the full light of the afternoon.
Austin wrapped his lips around Beau’s cockhead, his flavor exploding on Austin’s tongue. He leisurely sampled him, memorizing everything he could about Beau’s rigid flesh in case he never had it in his mouth again. He sucked the full tip then dipped into the wide valley to tease Beau’s glans. He swirled his tongue a few times then opened up more, Beau’s soft steel filling the cavern of his mouth, swelling even more. Beau had picked up a slow rhythm, still holding onto his hair with one hand, caressing his cheek with the other. “That’s it, very nice.” Beau thrust harder. “You want more?” His voice was throaty and thick. Austin lifted his gaze and they locked eyes. He nodded as best he could with his lips encased around Beau’s thick cock. He opened as wide as he could, reaching up to grab the base of Beau’s shaft. Beau batted his hand away.
“What is it that you think your tits are too small for? This?” He reaches for me, cupping my right breast in his warm hand. He kneads the soft mound, caressing my not exactly ample curves. It feels good even so, and my impulse is to lean in and arch my back, offering my breast to him. “This one seems to fit my hand perfectly. Let’s try something else.” Still stroking my right breast he takes my left nipple between the fingers of his other hand, tracing the outline slowly. I gasp at the feather light, almost ticklish, sensation. He responds by firming his grip, squeezing the sensitive tip, pulling on it just a little. I hiss as the pain starts to bite, and he releases me. “Your breasts are pretty, curvy, exceptionally sensitive. In fact, Miss Jones, I think we may need to come back to these when your spanking is out of the way, just to demonstrate to you how absolutely perfect your breasts are—or your tits, if you prefer. Now, over the bench again please.”
I've also been involved with the UK fetish scene since the early days, which has provided plenty of background knowledge and inspiration. The Aishling Morgan books are perse, with a wide variety of settings and characters, while I aim to provide sufficient plot to make each story worthwhile in its own right. Their erotic content is also highly perse but tends to focus on power play and exotic sex, sometimes very exotic, and always an integral part of the story.I use Peter Birch for more conventional, modern erotica, essays and other non-fiction work.
This week it's Naughty Business Report in the sex blogger spotlight, a sex blogger in the Netherlands who is a very big fan of the wonderful Rebel's Notes. You can find out more about NBR, his blogging, reviews and other erotic projects in his feature below. Enjoy!
Hate rose in her chest, blinding her. She clamped her teeth down on his tongue, savoring a brief taste of blood as he jerked back. “Vipera!” He wiped his hand over his mouth. “You won’t win this battle, but if you wish a contest…” His big hand closed over the neck of her garment and ripped it down the front of her body. The beautiful woolen dress she had so carefully woven hung off her shoulders.
"Answer me, slut!" With his free hand he gives a vicious twist to my right nipple. It's still swollen and tender from the clamps he made me wear through dinner. A bolt of pain arcs from the abused nub down to my engorged clit, transmuting to electric pleasure along the way. "Ow! Oh...!" He slides a finger along the wet slit between my splayed thighs, then snatches it away.
This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Grey Francis, author of the Into The Dark Woods series and the newly released Bound To A Vampire erotic book. You can find out more about Grey below, including a revealing Q&A and a hot freebie excerpt.