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Wednesday, 12 November 2014

#Figging Long distance #Maintenance Set The Computer So Your Bottom Is To The Camera His Forever Summer

I meant to sign up for WIPITUP Wednesday but my day job is really busy at the moment and I totally forgot!  Instead, I am giving you a little snippet from a long distance maintenance scene from His Forever Summer. Just a little bit of it mind you!!!

 As she peeled, Carla could feel her back end contracting and tightening. She had heard the other taken in hands talk of figging but had never tried it. She wished Kieran was here beside her, rather than thousands of miles away as she had her first experience. When it was peeled, Kieran told her to use her paring knife to shape it, and he held up a picture to his screen. She could see she was to put a little ridge near the end but leave the bottom thick and wide. Pretty much the shape of her plugs, she noted. Once done, she held it up for his inspection. 
“Excellent, good girl. Now get on the bed and set the computer so your bottom is to the camera. I want to watch this. You need it so you can be up on your knees with your head and chest on the bed. Try not to lose the clothespins. Oh, and bring the wipes over too.” She did as she was bid, but it took them a few moments to get the computer and Carla in the right position for Kieran to watch. Finally he was satisfied. Then to her mortification, he told her to open her bottom cheeks with her hands so he could see her tight little hole. She wanted to die, but she obeyed. She had gathered he was going to watch the ginger going in, but at least the root would have obscured his vision. This had not entered her head. He kept her like that for a full two minutes. Her face was burning with shame. But of course he couldn’t see that. Oh no. He was too busy ogling her dirty little asshole. 



His Forever Summer 
Carla Methon has tread on a lot of toes, men’s and women’s alike. But no one could be more dissatisfied with Carla than the lady herself. With a compunction to throw herself at every man within a three mile radius and a serious case of foot in mouth disease, Carla knows she is in desperate need of being taken in hand before she does any more damage to her reputation. 

Kieran O’Brien needs to escape a broken relationship and he invites himself to spend a summer with his brother in Corbin’s Bend. But Kieran is a totally unsuspecting vanilla with no idea of the ethos of the community he is about to enter. 

The pair strike up an unlikely friendship of vanilla and spice, with one stipulation – it is only a summer fling. By the time Kieran boards his flight to return to Ireland he wishes his summer could last forever. Can he find the courage, not only to admit the extent of his feelings, but to take on the role Carla so desperately needs him to be? 


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Saturday, 19 July 2014

#Satspanks #CorbinsBend When Carla Meets Kieran O'Brien part 2

Saturday Spankings
Welcome to another Saturday Spankings.

I'm sure many of you are already aware, there is a big blog blitz spotlighting Corbin's Bend this weekend. Keep an eye on the Corbin's Bend Blog or Corbins Bend Facebook page or come back to this site later, for links to the hosting blogs and be in with a chance to win some fabulous prizes. And anyone commenting here will be in with a chance to win either an Ange goodie package or a $5 Blushing Books voucher. Just be sure to either leave an email address, or if you prefer, you can mail me at tarafinneganromance(at)gmail(dot)com so I have a way of contacting you.

Now, back to business.....

In honour of the blitz, I am of course sticking with the Corbin's Bend theme, with a snippet from my next novella, tentatively titled His Forever Summer. This is the next 8 consecutive sentences of when Carla meets Kieran for the first time. She has already made up her mind to have absolutely nothing to do with Jim O'Brien's younger brother... The preceeding 8 can be read here

              Not even the cleft in his chin was going to tempt her. Or the dimples in his cheeks. Or indeed the twinkle in his eye. No! Stop it! Especially not the twinkle in his eye, she mentally scolded, you know a twinkle is not good news.
                “I’m here to pick up some blueprints,” she said, quite abruptly. “They’re in the office apparently.”
                      
                     “Ah, that would be my bedroom now,” he said, eyes dancing with mischief. 


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Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Horny Hump Day Exile to Unity (Corbins Bend) Playing him well.





Thank you for joining me on Horny Hump Day.

This is from a scene in Exile to Unity, my Corbin's Bend novella, book three in the series. Each novella is by a different author, and each can be enjoyed as a stand alone book, or as part of a series.

Excerpt

She massaged his shaft with one hand and pressed on his balls with the other, reducing the aching pressure.

God, that woman really does know how to play me well, he thought, as he felt his body come back under some control. 

But still her scent on his upper lip was playing with his mind, egging him on, forcing him to claim her.




Blurb: Exile to Unity, Corbin’s Bend Book Three

When their preference for BDSM becomes embarrassingly public, Angela and Jim O’Brien decide to start afresh in Corbin’s Bend, a community based on a common ethos of spanking, a place where Ange hopes they can belong.

Ange soon learns that in this new environment,  Jim is not beyond chastising her with a good sound spanking as the couple face their past demons and try to recover the closeness they once shared.  New challenges soon face the couple.  Will their difficulties destroy them or can their move be what Ange initially hoped for, an exile to unity?

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Monday, 16 June 2014

SpankA2Z N is for Naughty NSFW

A2Z-Logo--C1N is for Naughty


Naughty – ooh, how I love that word. Back at the beginning of the A2Z challenge, I explained about how to me, bold means what the rest of the world call naughty. So now I get to tell you what naughty means to me.

Naughty is X rated. But it’s more than that. It’s kinky. It’s slutty. It’s the stuff you wouldn’t admit to doing. Making love with your partner, now that’s not naughty. But bonking their brains out using toys, cuffs, whips etc, that’s really naughty. Role play is naughty. Dressing up for added spice is naughty. Books with explicit sex are naughty. Girlie mags are naughty. Stealing a day off work for the sole purpose of spending it in bed having hot sex, that’s really naughty.
And of course, naughty really does need punishment…mmmmmmmmmmm. Yummy.

When I was writing My Naughty Little Secret I felt really naughty. There I was wife, mammy and many other lovely respectable hats, sneaking away at night to sit on my computer and put a lot of naughty things down on paper. At first I was almost embarrassed writing it. Even at that stage, I wasn’t really planning on looking for a publisher, it was more a pet project. A bit of fun, to see if I could even do it. I was positively blushing as I typed. But as time went on it got naughtier and naughtier, and I really got into the swing of it. The excerpt below is not the naughtiest, not by a long shot,  but it’s one of my favourite in the book, the urgency and excitement of reunion sex after an absence is hard to beat!


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The rest of the weekend passed all too quickly and Sunday evening arrived with a bang. I arrived at Heathrow, panty-less as instructed. Michael was waiting for me at Heathrow.
“I’m sorry about Friday night,” I offered tentatively.
I knew I was in for a spanking as soon as I got to his apartment. I was nervous because he had been really angry with me. And if he knew what I had been at on Saturday night, he would be doubly angry. In fact, he might not have it in him to forgive me. And maybe I didn’t deserve to be forgiven. I figured the best thing to do was keep my mouth shut. I had to keep reminding myself it was only a couple of kisses and it wasn’t something I was planning on repeating.
“We’ll deal with that later. God, I missed you, Shiv. First I want to take you home and make love. I want to fill my senses with the essence of you, your smell, your taste…” he whispered.
I shivered in anticipation; I could feel the wetness flow. I blushed at the sensation, shamed for feeling like that in an airport, surrounded by people. I felt as if they all knew what was on my mind. Hand in hand we went to his car. Excitement and nervousness made my tummy all aflutter.
We barely made it in the door, dropping my weekend bag and teddy just inside the door, when Michael started urgently stripping my clothes off, followed by his. He smiled his satisfaction when he saw I was wearing no underwear, not even a bra, but he didn’t remark on it, his mouth was too busy tasting me to speak. It was a sensual feast and my five senses were alive. I could smell his slightly sweet but spicy masculinity. I filled my lungs with his scent. Visually, he was a picture, his tanned dark skin a sight for sore eyes, and I could hardly bear to avert my eyes from his glorious erection. His eyes were hot flames of desire. His skin was warm and smooth to the touch until the goose-pimples of anticipation took over, adding depth. His scratchy chin was rough but erotic on my tummy as he moved his mouth towards my sex. Our breathing was a cacophony of raspish desire filling the room with sounds of desperation. And finally the taste, aah, the salty musky taste of his arousal delighted the last of my five senses, driving me wild. I wanted him there and then, inside his doorway, on the floor. To hell with comfort; the need was immediate. I couldn’t wait to make it to his bedroom. I went down on my knees, sucking him until his own knees buckled in weakness. Then on all fours, I presented myself to him to be taken, which he did, without further ado.

It was as if we hadn’t seen each other for months, not days. He pushed in hard and fast, and with one hand stretched forward, he worked my wet swollen clit to a frenzy. Within seconds I had exploded with my first orgasm with his name on my lips. He released my clit and took my hair in his hand and, tugging gently, guided me over to a wall for support. I propped myself with my hands on the wall as he drove hard, holding my hips to steady himself. His fingers dug into me and I was aware of a slight pain as he thrust, but it only added to the pleasure. Then his hands roamed my body firmly and urgently as he paused his thrusting, trying to hold out on his orgasm. He wasn’t playing fair, he was making me weak, but he was holding back. I went back down on all fours, where I had more control. I plunged against him, hard and fast, and increased the tempo, rotating my hips to feel all of him. I knew when I was like that, he got carried away by the vista of my rear end and pussy, open and inviting, coaxing him in. All of a sudden I felt a sharp smack to my buttocks. 

Blurb:

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. 


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Sunday, 15 June 2014

SpankA2Z M is for Master (NSFW)

A2Z-Logo--C1M is for Master
Master….what a word.
To master something implies that you are in complete control, you have conquered your subject. That subject can be a person, or a knowledge or skill. A Master of a sub, or slave, to me means that the sub cedes control, but sometimes slaves fight back, even willing, wanton slaves. Once in a while, they like to be in control, however subtle that control is. Phrases that come to mind are topping from the bottom, or bratting. And yet, so many times, I’ve read that the sub holds all the power, so does that make the sub the true master? J This excerpt from Mastering  Maeve is an example of a sub (Maeve) wielding her power, in the most delicious manner, so skillfully that her master (Larry) is soon completely conquered.

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“Get over here, wench,” he demanded in a husky voice and she inwardly gloated. This would be one of the last memories he had of her before he left; it would encourage him to come back for more. Feigning shyness, she approached him slowly.
“Lean over the desk,” he ordered.
“Should I remove my panties?” she asked.
“Don’t you dare.”
As she leaned over treating him to another wiggle, he hiked her panties up firmly between the cheeks, exposing her buttocks. Rather than starting straight into the spanking, he rubbed her bottom, then fingered the soft cotton.
“Wear these again tomorrow, I want your scent on them.” he told her. He raised his hand and brought it sharply down on one cheek, then before she had even drawn a breath he had repeated it on the other.
“Ahh, beautiful!” he breathed. His reaction added a new dimension of spice. She really had connected with his desires. It made her feel a sublime mixture of powerful and submissive as she gratefully accepted his firm swats, each one increasing in intensity and pleasure. She loved this intimacy. Maeve writhed and wriggled, not so much to escape his hand—although there was an element of that as it stung badly—but also to increase her pleasure as the mixture of endorphins and increased blood flow to her maidenly regions sent her into a forbidden frenzy. He continued to spank over and over. She wanted it both to stop and to go on forever. At each stroke she was tempted to call “Enough,” but as soon as his hand landed and the shock subsided, she knew she wanted more. Every time, she was torn like this. A little part of her wished he would push her beyond what she thought was her limit, but he always stopped just short. And yet when he did finally stop, she would have sworn on her life it was absolutely the last wallop she could have endured. He seemed to understand her limits better than she did.
When he felt she’d had enough, he paused, waiting. He fingered her clit over her panties and she rubbed into him harder, greedy in her need. He increased the pressure. Her juices smeared into her panties, soaking them.
“All the better to smell you with, my dear,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye. She was delirious by now. She let go of the desk and dropped to her knees. Her fingers fumblingly undid his fly. He was so hard it was difficult to release him without undoing the button, but she managed, releasing his engorged cock.
“No!’ he protested, but she wasn’t listening. She pushed him back against the desk into a semi-sitting position. She took him in her mouth, savouring his taste and his scent. The salty, musky essence entered her subconscious. Reason was out the window. She forgot about her own satisfaction as she sucked hard, teasing him, nipping lightly on the head of his purple swollen head. She flicked her tongue beneath the helmet, tantalising the sensitive nubs, and traced the outline of the protruding, bulging veins. His groans spurred her on. She was in charge now. She switched to harder, longer mouthfuls, taking him in as deep as her mouth would allow. He grabbed her head with both hands, intending to steady her thrusts, but somehow he just pulled her down more on him. She started using her hands at the base of his shaft too and he was weak, powerless to resist. She could feel him stop fighting his pleasure and he melted into her mouth, becoming one with it. Working with her. She could feel his cock engorge still further, even though she’d have sworn that was impossible. Then she could sense a small vibration, like an electric current. She knew his seed would follow and she was ready; as the hot, salty liquid hit the back of her throat, she accepted it willingly. She had conquered him for once.


Blurb:
Finished with college and unable to find a job in her chosen field, twenty-four year old Maeve O’Reilly saw little choice but to return to her hometown in Connemara and work in her grandmother’s hotel. Maeve has barely walked in the door, however, when she learns that the establishment is deep in debt and an American visitor is considering an investment which could be the only chance to avoid foreclosure. 

That visitor turns out to be a tall, ruggedly handsome rancher by the name of Larry Williamson, a man whose dominant personality immediately puts him in conflict with the willful Maeve. When she slaps Larry across the face during a heated argument, Maeve learns to her horror that Larry is more than ready to haul her over his knee and back up his firm tone with a firm hand applied to her helpless bottom. 

Larry might like to tell himself that he has chosen to move forward with the hotel investment only to avoid any legal difficulties stemming from the spanking incident, but he knows full well that there is only one thing in Ireland he is interested in right now, and that is a beautiful, feisty, sore-bottomed young lady named Maeve. 

As the days pass, Maeve quickly finds her anger at Larry fading to grudging respect, and the memory of his chastisement begins to kindle a powerful need within her… a need only the arrogant, bossy Texan can satisfy. Maeve longs for Larry to strip her bare and claim her in a way no man has before, and when at last he does all she can do is beg for more. But will the wide gulf of the Atlantic and the hard realities of a long-distance romance tear the unlikely couple apart, or will they find a way to defy the odds and forge their passion into a lasting bond? 

Publisher’s Note: Mastering Maeve is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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