Monday, November 19, 2012

Celebrating a Loving Decision: 40 Years of Legal Interracial Unions


So, yes, I'm a woman of color. And, as I live in an area--a country--of great diversity, I've dated and loved people of all different races, backgrounds, and cultures.

And I feel privileged to have done so. To have been able to know and be known by those people and to not have felt limited in who I could befriend, date, and love. It's why I make an effort to portray as many diverse characters and relationships as possible.

I am so proud of how far we've come and look forward to us continuing to make strides toward equality in all its forms.

So, again, I am very thankful for: Loving Decision: 40 Years of Legal Interracial Unions



Friday, November 16, 2012

An Interesting Article about the "50 Shades" Effect


I'll admit it.

I haven't read E.L. James's book.

Not all of it.

I started it and...it wasn't for me. Wasn't my type of story. Wasn't my type of writing. Wasn't my type of romance, sex, play, or kink. No matter how I tried, I just couldn't get into it.

Which makes me an oddity--or so anyone who hears I'm kinky and/or write erotica thinks. It's inevitably everyone's first question when they hear that I'm in any way part of the literary kink scene, have I read this series yet? It's become, for better or worse, the public image of a world that, for the vast majority of us in the community, had been kept very, very, very private.

Whatever one thinks of the book, it's had an effect on the industry and the art. It's changed the way we do business. It's opened doors, opened eyes, and opened discussions that had been closed for so long. I, for one, know--without doubt or question--that I owe some of my sales to James and her books.

And, as Thanksgiving is fast approaching, I'd like to say that--though the book may reflect a lifestyle and a world that I, as a kinkster, cannot relate to--I'm very grateful that it's, in its way, allowed me the opportunity to present a book that does. So, while this is one thanksgiving that I'll spare my family as we gather around the table this year, it's a thought I felt ought to be shared with you.

A Miami Book Fair International panel on erotica will debate life after ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Donovan's Door Table of Contents

I have my stories broken down by character pairings to make it easier for you to follow your favorite characters. But you can find a more chronological look at my series HERE.

THE TAMING SCHOOL

Kat &Peter:
 - A Well-Needed Naughty Lesson - Novel Excerpt
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Jim Lyon's Review
 - - Rating: 5 By 5
 - Putting On a Sexy Show in Public - Donovan's Door
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
Make Up Sex Makes Everything Better - Give to You
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two 
- Off-Hour Office Sex - Overtime
- - Part One
- - Part Two
Make Me Scream - Have & Hold
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two 
Hold Me. Don't Let Me Go. - When There Are No Words
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two 
 - The Way Back to Play - Novella
    - - A Little Public Naughtiness - Raincheck

    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
    - - Watching You Work - Changing the Game
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
   - - You Deserve a Punishment - Wins & Losses
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
   - - Playing in a Group. - Tag Team
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
   - - You Want Me? Then Take Me. - Game Maker
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
- Seven Things I Learned While Writing The Taming School (or The Best Advice I Have to Give)

SHOW ME, SIR 
Hayato & Max:
  -  Play a Trick, Get a Treat - Alter Ego
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
-  Tie Me Up, Please - One Man's Treasure
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Take Off Your Panties. Do It. For Me. - Novel Excerpt
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Pose Naked For Me - Snapshot
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Plunder - Novella
    - - Don't Do Anything. Watch Me Touch. - Solo Mission

    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
    - - You Want to Play? Let's Go. - Co-Op Mode
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
 - Let's Get Lit!!! - Defying Convention
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Loving Oddly (or Why I Wrote Show Me, Sir)

BROUGHT TO YOU BY
Pip & Phil:
 - An Unbound Short Story
- - PRIDE & Punishment
 - My Playroom, My Rules - Do Not Disturb
- - Part One
- - Part Two
 - Deviant Nerd Notes
 - - Find a List Here

LOOSE-LEAF STORIES:
Carey & Danielle:
 - Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas - Tugging Reins
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - I Want to See You Naked - On the Line
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Fantasy First Time - Make Me Believe
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two

Lyndsey & Porter:
 - #NotAllMen, #YesAllWomen - A Short Story
 - - Maybe Because
- Riding You Hard Leaves Me Wet - Full-Scale Fantasies
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - My Mistress's Masterpiece - A Poem
 - - Landscape
- Toying With the Mile High Club - Full-Upright Position
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two

Elin & Reena:
 - Kneel at Your Feet - Support Service
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- I Serve You, Only You - The Help
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two

Rob, Cara, & Rand:
- Watching Your Wife With Another Man - Odd Man
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Playing With My Partners - Stuck
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two

Cadence & Hallie:
- My Closet Life
 - - A Poem
- Living With My Boyfriend, Loving My Girlfriend - Chimera
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two


 - Even If I Say It, Don't Stop - The Framework of Fantasy
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- On My Knees - Genuflect
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Papi's Little Girl Needs to Learn a Lesson - The End of The World
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- I Dare You to Disobey - Gamin
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- The Better to Eat You With - Soft
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two



Dorian & The Iron Bull:
- Riding The Iron Bull - 
 - - Kink and Dragon Age: Inquisition
- My Adoribull - What You Want of Me - Fanfiction
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Adoring Bull - Watch Words - Fanfiction
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two



Faere Trade:
 - Dig Your Nails Deep As You Tear Me Apart - Base & Vile Things
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Just the Sip - What Pucks Love
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Touching You as No One Has - The Echo of Impacts
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
- Getting Over You By Getting Under Someone Else - Unforgettable
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two
 - Open Season- Novella
    - - Sci-fi Fetish Come to Life - Unidentified Fetish Object

    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
    - - Hands to Yourself - Your Manic Pixie Nightmare
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
    - - The Sounds of Screams - Foreign Policy
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
    - - Living the Dream - Your Poly Happy Ending
    - - - Part One
    - - - Part Two
- Naughty or Nice? - Getting Into the Season
 - - Part One
 - - Part Two


LEARNING A NEW WORLD
Please check out my novel The Taming School from Sizzler Editions that explores discovering kink!
At iTunes Books

THINK YOU OWN ME?
Please check out my novel Show Me, Sir from Sinful Press that celebrates feminist kink!


LOVE EROTICA? LOVE CONSENT?
Please check out my story in The New Smut Project's anthology and see how consent makes everything sexier!
At Barnes & Noble


GEEK SEX IS THE KINKIEST SEX!
Please check out my story in Riverdale Avenue Books' anthology that proves no one knows how to play better than nerds!


LET'S GET INTENSE FOR THE MEN!
Please check out my story in The Sexy Librarian's anthology that gives us a bold peek into lust and love from the male perspective!
At Audible

HAVE YOURSELF A KINKY, LITTLE XMAS!
Please check out my story in Coming Together's charity anthology that lets your feel-good do some real good!


MAKE-UP SEX MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!
See what happens after Kat & Peter's happy ending in my story from Deep Desire Press!

FORGIVE ME, FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED!
Please check out my story in Sexy Little Pages' anthology that explores the taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual!

REBEL WITH US!
Erotica is an expression of rebellion. Please check out my stories in Coming Together's defiant, charity anthology that celebrates diversity and equality in the face of our uncertain future!

YOU'RE INTO WHAT?!
If it exists, someone’s kinky for it! Check out my story in Sexy Little Pages' anthology that takes a walk on the weird side: you won’t regret it.

PRIDE & PUNISHMENT!
Please check out my story and get ready for some fit-on-the-streets-but-fun-in-the-sheets, pervertable play this PRIDE!




BREAKING THE RULES!
Please check out my story in this hand-held library of erotica & explore to your libido's content!






SEXT ME SWEETLY
Check out my story to dive deep into all the awkward excitement of sexual exploration.

LET'S GET LIT!!!
Check out my Unbound Exclusive story in their limited-time Fuego Box for some wet and wild hot tub fun in this Unbound Exclusive story included in this hot, sexy box!




LET ME KNEEL AT YOUR FEET!
Everyone has secret, kinky desires. Please check out my story in this anthology that explores that hot flush that comes with the discovery of a new, sexy, sometimes unmentionable desire!

GET GLUTTONOUS!
Check out my story “Pervertable” to see how sexy food shopping can be in this gleefully, greedily gluttonous anthology from Sexy Little Pages.
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OFF-HOURS OFFICE SEX
Please check out my story "Overtime" in this sexy collection & let it whisk you away from the office and into sixteen stories that explore sex in the working world.
Amazon



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Please Check Out My Own Little Story Limbo.

Take Off Your Panties. Do It. Now. For Me. - Part Two

Show Me, Sir
Book Two – Part Two
Read Part One Here


Oh no. That was so much more than a drink. More than watching some pseudo-anonymous couple publicly wank. That was crossing a line. “I’m not sleeping with you,” she said automatically, her voice breathy with offense and something else—like shame with a sliver of excitement—that she couldn’t quite name. She was not taking off her clothes for this man, much less her underwear. That was not part of the deal.

He sighed and looked at her wryly, the way one would look at an unruly child who was dragging her feet. “Again,” he said dryly, “I haven’t asked you to.”

Not yet, anyway, she read in the predatory gleam of his eyes as clearly as if he’d said it. Her knees quivered, then clenched tight. “Then my panties aren’t any business of yours,” she said just as wryly, stepping back as he pushed up from his perch to stand straight.

“I disagree,” he said casually as he stepped away from his desk with a lithe, languid lope. “While removing your panties isn’t necessary,” he said as he gave her a wolfish grin, “there are a great many ways I can give and gain pleasure that have nothing to do with sex—in its strictest definition—but are better accomplished without barriers in the way.”

“I’m not having sex with you,” Max repeated stubbornly, “not by any definition.” So her panties were staying on. And that was that. End of discussion.

“So you’ve said,” he said, stepping closer and closer, forcing her to step back further and further. “Many times.”

Max inhaled sharply as her eyes widened, watching him stalk toward her. She felt foolish stumbling backward like some horror-movie bimbo, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping meant he’d move close to her—much too close. She needed distance, needed a wall of space separating them. So though she knew it was irrational and useless and tritely girlish, she continued to back away.

“It occurs to me,” he said, continuing his slow but unwavering pursuit, “that we haven’t discussed the terms of our deal in detail.”

Max winced as she hit the corner of some piece of furniture with her elbow. She knew that she should turn around—should look where she was going. But, if she turned, she’d have to take her eyes off of him and she couldn’t. She just couldn’t do that.

“Let me do so now,” he said, his voice a low, rumbling sound in the tense silence of the room.

Max felt trapped in that silence, in the charged air of his office. His eyes—the intensity in the unnaturally blue depths—frightened her, even as they entranced her. Though she wanted to—though she knew that she should—she couldn’t break that hot, hungry contact, couldn’t stop that wildness within him from sinking deep inside her and stealing a bit of her will.

No! she thought as her back slammed up against a wall. She shut her eyes and wrenched her face to the side, breaking the gaze. She wouldn’t give into him, wouldn’t give him that part of herself.

She would not submit.

Even with her eyes closed, she knew the moment he stepped toward her. She could feel—in that innately animal way—the moment he was no more than a breath away. His heat, his scent, his presence surrounded her—drowned her—making the simple act of breathing a challenge.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice soft but commanding.

She opened her eyes.

Inhaling sharply, she felt his piercing gaze as it hit her, penetrating her defenses more thoroughly than a touch. “I will never exchange any part of this file for any kind of sexual touch,” he said, making it sound less like a promise and more of an accusation. “I don’t have to pay for sex, not with any currency. You’re not a prostitute and I’m not a john,” he told her in an unquestionable tone, “and that isn’t what this is about.”

“What is this about then?” she wondered aloud.

“Opening your eyes,” he said, his voice softening as he bent his head as if to kiss her. She shut her eyes, waiting. “Letting you look and see without prejudice or bias.”

But he didn’t kiss her. She blinked back up at him, feeling ruffled and ridiculous. “How selfless of you,” she snapped.

He smiled. “Don’t misunderstand me,” he replied, his breath warm and musky against her lips, the earthy scent and heat making her lightheaded. “I like to look too. And, believe me,” he said, as his gaze roamed her face and his voice gained a husky timbre, “you’re a pleasure to watch, Max.” His gaze dipped lower. “Generous curves. Great legs. Firm ass. Weighty hips.” He grinned. “Miraculous breasts.” He looked up again. “Sinful hair. Strong will.” His hand lifted, to hover over her cheek. And though he stopped just short of touching her, she could feel him. Felt the phantom stroke his fingers would make along her sensitive skin. “The fine, light lines around your eyes and mouth that speak to your determination, your devotion, and your deep sense of joy.” She felt her heart drop as he lowered his hand and stepped back. “You are a study,” he told her.

She blinked blankly at him, feeling disoriented and muddled. He found her laugh lines—her wrinkles—sexy?

“Take off your panties.”

She looked at him as he moved to lean against his desk, his long, powerful arms stretched back to lazily lounge against the strong, wood piece. She stared at his smile, smug and assured, as if he knew he had her just where he wanted her, as if he knew how primed—how hungry—she was. Because of him.

And he did have her where he wanted her. He did affect her. Arouse her. Make her wet.

And he knew it.

She knew it too.

And it pissed her the fuck off.

He had her where he wanted. He’d had her, melting and swooning, in the palm of his hand. He was playing her! Moving and manipulating her like a goddamned chess piece. Making her feel unsettled, out of control.

Not anymore.

That ended now.

She wasn’t a woman to be toyed with. She was Max freakin’ Wells. Straightening her shoulders and setting her suit right again with a determined tug, she stepped away from the blindingly blue wall. Lifting her chin defiantly, she said, “What if I’m not wearing any?”

“You are,” he said simply.

“So sure, are you?” she said just as simply.

“Yes.”

“How?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re not the type to go bare-assed into work.”

“I could.”

“You could,” he granted, “but you won’t.” He reconsidered. “Wouldn’t,” he amended.

But before she could so much as wonder what he’d meant by that, he crossed his arms over his chest in deliberate challenge as he said, “I’d be willing to wager the entire file—every page, digital and printed—on the fact that you’re wearing panties.” His gaze dropped and centered on her hips—or more pointedly, on their apex, making her want to squirm under such scrutiny. His eyes glazed a bit, as if he were imagining her naked beneath her skirt. Or perhaps just naked all together. “Prove it to me,” he said, his voice a gritty growl, “and you can have the whole file right now.”

She panted, her breath short and shallow, as her eyes hit hard against the dare emitting from his. Unconsciously, her right foot slipped back, squaring her stance, as her fists clenched tight.

“You can’t,” he taunted, the corners of his smug, tilted eyes crinkling, “can you?”

The smirking, mocking, egomaniacal chuckler!

He’d painted her into a corner. He was giving her the perfect way to end this ridiculous mess all in one, if not simple, than certainly quick sweep. There was only one problem.

Damn it, she was wearing panties.

She wasn’t the type of girl to go without. The whole idea of going commando had always reeked of messy, unsanitary male fantasy, another way to reduce her down to just her pussy—just another ready hole. Panties, like her business suit and shoes and makeup, were a part of her armor against the world. Without them, she wouldn’t be just naked. She’d be exposed.

And, the fact that the idea didn’t immediately disgust and horrify her around this man—the fact that, in conjunction with him, it titillated her in a small, minute, infinitesimal way—only worried and angered her more.

She shook her head. No, she would not let him get to her like this. Wouldn’t let him make more out of this than it was. It was a basic business deal. A simple transaction. Tit for tat.

So the guy got his rocks off by thinking of her panty-less. So what? It was just a scrap of cloth, relatively worthless and easily replaceable. If he wanted to attach more meaning to them than that, what did she care as long as she got what she wanted?

“Fine,” she said as nonchalantly as she could manage. Bending at the waist a bit, she reached behind her, beneath her skirt. Grabbing the back of the elastic waistband, she pulled the bit of cloth down. She shivered as she felt the plain cotton slide silkily down her behind and along the length of her thighs. She paused as the elastic got caught on her stockings’ garters. Fumbling a bit as she imagined his silent smirking, she disentangled herself, unsnapping her garters angrily. As she raised first one leg and then the other, she pulled them off completely, careful not to catch them on the pointed stilettos of her kitten heels.

“There,” she said, clearing her throat as she straightened her skirt and garters again, sure that he’d caught no more than a brief flash of her thighs. There. That was simple enough.

She balled them up in her fist before throwing them at him. “Happy now?”

She watched the cloth hurtle and fly toward him, the light, sky-colored cloth blooming and blossoming in the air, before striking him in the chest. He caught it against his dark suit with a hard hand, fingers splayed across the flimsy fabric.

She stopped, stunned as she saw his stark stare still stuck—centered—somewhere near the hem of her skirt, even as his fingers clutched the scrap of cotton across his chest.

Strangely satisfied, she straightened her shoulders, her thighs quivering with a sudden, reckless, naked feeling. “May I have my page now, please?” she asked, her voice soft with a saccharine slice. Her smirk spread. “Sir.”

Looking much like she imagined she had only a few moments before—disoriented and disconcerted—he shook his head, trying to collect himself. Shutting his eyes, that interesting shade of blue disappearing behind sensuously long lashes, he bowed his head and plucked the cloth off his suit.

Taking a long moment, he neatly folded the delicate triangle before tucking it into his suit jacket like a pocket square, the point peeking just above the tight woolen weave, bringing her attention back to the hot, slick, uncovered bareness between her legs.

Without looking up at her, he sniffed. “You lied to me,” he said stiffly. “Tried to renege on our agreed-upon deal. Why would I reward such behavior?” Tugging at the sleeves of his jacket fastidiously, he added, “If anything, I deserve some kind of recompense.” He looked up at her, the heat of his gaze scalding as an uncontrolled fire left to burn. “Lift your skirt.”

Another shudder shot through her, stiffening her spine and stealing her breath. “Nice try, counselor,” she said through a casual smile. “But I didn’t lie. I simply posed a hypothetical.” She forced her body to relax, deliberately dropping her shoulders and unclenching her hands. Twitching her hips audaciously, she said, “I don’t owe you shit. Sir.”

Her heart pounded as she saw his eyes widen—the flames burning in the blue flaring. “But you’ll lift your skirt anyway,” he said, certainty lacing that gravelly sound.

“I will?” she asked, letting a laugh lilt her tone. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I want to see you,” he said, swallowing hard as his hands gripped the edge of his desk and his gaze zeroed south, “and you want me to see you too.”

“Do I?” she asked, the coy sound coming out throaty and hoarse.

“Yes.” It was a hiss.

She studied him. His tanned face was flushed, a ruddy, ready slash of color staining his angled cheeks, making his expression dark, needy, almost angry. She watched his nostrils flare with each deep breath and she wondered what he smelled. Her gut clenched and thighs tensed as she wondered if he could scent a scene like a bloodhound. She inhaled sharply as the tip of his tongue slipped out to slide along his thin lips as if imagining a taste, honeyed and thick, sticking to his skin.

His posture—usually so straight and superior—was slumped, hunched over as his hands fisted over the desk’s rigid edge. His weight was grounded over his toes, like a sprinter’s or swimmer’s or some shifting, sinuous beast’s set to strike. She felt his hungry gaze like a touch—like a sensual stroke—against her skin.

She fancied she could almost see the shade of a societal leash, holding him back, holding him tethered to that office desk. She imagined wispy ties of proprietal control restraining his heaving body down. “Lift it,” he said, the sound a snarl. “Show me.”

It made her feel—perhaps foolishly, certainly recklessly—daring. Brave.

“You know you want to.”

He was right. She did.

She grinned, feeling so very unwise.

Knowing she was going to provoke the beast—was going to test its chains—she turned on her heels and flipped up her skirt, flashing her now bare ass at him as she swaggered out of his office, her hips swaying with sass.

It was a long, silent walk, but just as she threw open the door, letting her skirt once again fall demurely into place, she heard him laugh. “Don’t you want your pages?” he called after her.

She paused. She did, but it would ruin her exit. She bit her lip before turning to breezily toss over her shoulder, “My lunch break is almost over and I have phone calls to make back at the office.” She sniffed snootily as she stepped through the doorway. “I’ll be back for them after work.” She shot him a cocky glance, letting her gaze traverse his tense form lazily. “I know you’re good for it,” she said just before she let the door shut behind her with a definite click.


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LEARNING A NEW WORLD
Meet Max in my novel The Taming School from Sizzler Editions that explores discovering kink!



HAVE YOURSELF A KINKY, LITTLE XMAS!
Catch Max in my story in Coming Together's charity anthology that lets your feel-good do some real good!

LET'S GET LIT!!!
Watch Max play in my Unbound Exclusive story in their limited-time Fuego Box for some wet and wild hot tub fun in this Unbound Exclusive story included in this hot, sexy box!



SEXT ME SWEETLY
Check out my story to dive deep into all the awkward excitement of sexual exploration.
At Kobo
Find even more great reads and Put Your Money Where Your Orgasm Is!




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