Weekend Writing Warriors for May 7

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am once again taking my snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha, who was born in Russia but has spent some years in England, is kidnapped by a Russian criminal called Viktor, and her journey ends at his home, an isolated house in a rural area near St. Petersburg. Viktor takes Natasha into the house, where she meets two young women, who turn out to be Viktor’s lovers. Natasha assumes that she has been brought here to join their number, and is totally unprepared for what Viktor tells her next. (Some punctuation changes from the book to conform to the rules.)

Her voice trembled and was barely audible, “What do you want with me?”

“Well, little Natasha, you need have no fear of me; I am not interested in young girls and I will not touch you without your consent.” He paused, “You look surprised, so you think I am a monster, do you? She did not reply. “I intend to keep you here until you are older, and then I shall expect you to marry me and provide me with a son.”

Natasha stepped back suddenly, “You want me to marry you?”

He laughed. “You think that I am not the marrying sort? Just because I have floozies like those two in my bed, doesn’t mean that I don’t want a wife and child one day. And I have decided that you are ideal to mould into the perfect wife for me.”

(NB Just to clarify things – Natasha is 18 when she is kidnapped, even though Viktor often refers to her as a young girl. He is much older – in his fifties.)

This will be my last snippet from The Russian Bride. As you will know from my earlier snippets, Natasha manages to escape from Viktor after a year of marriage, and is rescued by James. However there are several twists and turns before the story ends. I may take a short break before I post again.

 

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

An erotic tale of love and lust

Weekend Writing Warriors for April 30

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am once again taking my snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha, who was born in Russia but has spent some years in England, is kidnapped by a Russian criminal called Viktor, and her journey ends at his home, an isolated house in a rural area near St. Petersburg. Viktor takes Natasha into the house. (Slightly edited to conform to the ten sentence rule.)

Natasha heard some girlish giggles and two glamorous young women came down the stairs and made a beeline for Viktor, chattering ten to the dozen in Russian. From the way they were dressed, Natasha deduced that they were not servants. They clung to Viktor’s arms, one on either side, and kissed him on the cheek. Viktor seemed a little irritated with them and shook them off, saying something in Russian that sounded brusque, which she couldn’t interpret. They backed off a little but remained close, eyeing Natasha suspiciously.

Viktor turned to her and spoke in English for her benefit.

“This is Lara and Ekaterina. They are rather stupid and drive me mad at times, but they’re good where it matters.”

Natasha deduced from their lack of reaction that they didn’t speak any English. However, she was not in a hurry to reveal that she knew what was being said as Viktor sent the girls away until dinnertime, without explaining the arrival of the young woman to them.

So the reason for Natasha’s kidnap is still only known to Viktor himself. Read more next time.

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Grigory_s special parties involved far more than champagne and canapés.

Weekend Writing Warriors for April 23

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am writing this on the last day of my holiday in Portugal. We have had a wonderful time (10 family members) and the sun has shone every day. I fly home tomorrow.

I am again taking a snippet from my latest book, The Russian Bride. Natasha has been drugged and kidnapped from her London home, after a man called Viktor killed her stepfather, Boris, in a gangland revenge killing. The small plane arrives in Russia.

Viktor’s face appeared as if through a fog as Natasha blinked at the bright lights. She was very stiff and a little overwhelmed, and two strong men lifted her from her seat and carried her down the steps of the private plane and into a waiting limousine. Viktor climbed in beside her and one of his bodyguards sat up front next to the driver.

He passed her a blanket. “Here, girl. You must be cold.”

Natasha found it hard to reconcile this courteous and more caring man with the one who had cold-bloodedly put a bullet through Boris’s forehead. She took the blanket from him and wrapped it around the thin clothes she had been wearing when she left home. Not only was she cold, but she was also in a state of shock, and perhaps Viktor realised that, for he stopped talking and the journey to wherever they were travelling was taken in silence.

So Natasha does not yet know where she is going and why.

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

The power of sensory deprivation

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(This post is not suitable for under 18s. Please go and read elsewhere.)

Those of us fortunate to have the use of all five senses sometimes take them for granted, even when we are involved in an erotic act. We feel the touch of someone’s hand, we smell their arousal, we see the soft curves of a woman’s body, or the muscle definition on a man’s chest, we hear the soft whispers into our ears that are intended to send the erotic messages straight to the pleasure part of our brains, and we taste the beads of sweat running down the other person’s body as we run our tongues over their slightly salty skin. These senses combine to arouse us, and if used to maximum effect, can turn ordinary sex into an erotic, sensual experience.

What a lot of people also know is that the restriction of one of these senses can increase the sexual tension as the remaining senses become heightened and more powerful. Thus a person deprived of sound might find that their sense of taste or touch is more powerful as a result. In my book Out of the Darkness, Marianne, a beautiful submissive model, is blindfolded by William, a Dominant man, so that she cannot anticipate whether she is to experience pleasure or pain. She finds that the loss of her sight heightens her remaining senses, so that her erotic experience is lifted to a higher level and the pleasure for them both is magnified. Enjoy the experience with them.

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The room was almost dark, with just flickers of light coming from the logs burning in the hearth. I could just see his shape, sitting in the leather, wing-backed chair, silhouetted by the fire.

“Come here.”

His voice was quiet, but with the firmness I had come to expect from him. I moved closer and knelt down in front of him, my naked bottom facing the warmth of the fire. I bent my head downwards and looked at the floor as I had been taught, but he surprised me by lifting up my chin with his hand.

“You look so beautiful.”

He bent and kissed me softly on the lips, and I shivered in anticipation. Was it to be pleasure or pain this time? Or perhaps a combination of both, delivered the way that only he can. He produced a dark, silk scarf from the arm of the chair and tied it around my eyes so that the gloom of the room was reduced to complete darkness. I could feel his breath on my bare shoulders as he tied it tightly at the back of my head. He stood and pulled me up with him.

“Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed immediately. He turned me around to face away from him and I felt the click as he connected the wristbands together so that my hands were firmly connected.

“Stay.”

I heard him move away for just a few seconds, returning swiftly to stand in front of me. I trembled, not knowing what was in his mind or what was probably now in his hand. I felt something soft and ticklish brush against my breasts.

“What is this?”

I racked my brain to put a name to the sensation. The soft tickle moved to the inside of my thigh as it brushed slowly up my leg from my knee, almost to… he stopped, waiting for me to answer his question.

“It is a feather, Master.”
”Very good. It is a soft, white feather.” He was silent a moment. “Now what is this?”
I was jolted out of my reverie by a sudden swishing noise and a sharp sting on my breast.

“It is a crop, Master.”
”Yes, you are correct.”
He reached forward and his lips grazed my left ear lobe, sending a shiver straight to my sex.

He whispered into my ear. “Now which one should I use first, do you think?”
He knew that the blindfold added greatly to the anticipation. If I couldn’t see what was coming, I could not ready myself for whichever sensation to expect.
 He walked around me, the occasional feel of his clothes as they caught against my arm or leg all that reminded me he was still there. I could not see him but I knew he was watching me intently. Several seconds passed and nothing happened. My senses were on edge, trying to anticipate when and where he would strike first. I shivered as the feather stroked down the middle of my back, the first touch. Would it be the feather again?

I felt the same sensation on the back of my calf. I was sure that the crop would come next, but he was lulling me into a sense of relaxed bliss and used the feather yet again, this time drawing it between my legs, barely touching the lips of my sex, yet setting off a yearning deep within me.

One second later a fiery burning crossed my bottom as the crop was lashed across it. Even though I knew that it was coming, it seemed to have come from nowhere. My bottom cheek was still burning when a fresh sting came from the front of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat.

“Breathe, my darling. Don’t forget to breathe.”

He kissed me softly on my shoulder and I felt the feather touch my belly and slide downwards. I breathed quickly several times, totally lost in the sensations that were pulsing through my mind and my body as I struggled to cope with the intensity of what he was doing. He was controlling me completely, body and soul. I gave myself totally to this man. I trusted him completely. I adored him.

He stopped for a moment and I felt his warm fingers slide down my body and between my thighs, where the dampness revealed the depth of my pleasure. He pushed two fingers into me and used his thumb to rub my clitoris until I could not stop from groaning.

He laughed gently. “No, my darling, you haven’t earned your pleasures yet. Move over here and rest your hands on the chair.

He moved me gently towards the leather armchair in which he had been sitting, and pressed my body downwards until my hands were flat on the chair seat. I could feel the warmth of the fire on my bottom as I arched my back and spread my legs apart in the way he had taught me. I was ready for him and I knew that he was watching me for any little deviation from the rules. If I moved from that position the strokes would be increased, so I stood absolutely still – waiting for him.

Without warning he began to use the crop across my buttocks, but this time there was no soft feather between the strokes. This time the strokes were hard and quick. The teasing and the waiting between each stroke were gone. Again and again he brought the crop down until my cheeks were stinging. It was painful, but it was also intensely pleasurable as I absorbed the impact of each stroke and gloried in the fact that I was loved and desired by my Master, the most exciting man I had ever known.

That excerpt was taken from my book, Out of the Darkness.

Weekend Writing Warriors for April 9

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Welcome to the blog where a group of authors offer 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to read and comment. When you have finished here, why not click on the link (www.wewriwa.com) and see what others are writing?

I am again taking a snippet from The Russian Bride. Natasha has arrived home to find armed men in her home. They have been looking for Boris, the man whom Natasha had thought was her stepfather, but Boris, it seemed, was willing to sacrifice both Natasha and her mother to save his skin. (Warning: the following snippet contains an act of violence.) The last line from last week was:

“She’s not my daughter, and Galina is not my wife. Take them both. I’m sick of having them around me.” (which continues…)

Galina burst into floods of tears, but Natasha was too shocked to make a sound. Viktor looked at them both and then at Boris.

“Yes, I will take your two women. But that doesn’t let you off the hook. I never forgive my enemies.”

Viktor reached out to his bodyguard, who handed him his gun and, without hesitation, he pumped two bullets into Boris from the silenced gun.

Natasha began to scream, but her sound was cut off when one of the men put his hand across her mouth, and the other pulled a syringe from his pocket and injected it into her thigh. She was unconscious within seconds.

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When she regained consciousness, Natasha found she was seated in a plane, in what seemed to be a small airfield, when she glanced out through the window. Feeling quite groggy, she had no idea how long she had been unconscious.

I hope I haven’t spoiled your peaceful Sunday mornings.

 

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

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Buy Links for The Russian Bride are:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

Rachel heads for Hollywood…

The above title is, I’m afraid, a complete lie. But I had to get you to look at my video somehow. I’ve been playing around with videos this week when I should have been writing. Judging by the finished result I doubt that Hollywood will come calling, but I have enjoyed myself.

Here is the finished result: (Quality not quite as good as the bottom one, because the HD (720p) one was downloading too slowly and I ran out of patience (not my strongest suit) so I settled for the 480p.

 

And if you have a few more minutes to spare, here is another video of The Russian Bride

 

 

I think my directing career is now over. But I will take brickbats and plaudits.

A Love More Precious Than Diamonds

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A few extracts from my book, A Love More Precious Than Diamonds: (Only suitable for 18+)

Immediately outside the bar was a black limousine, with dark windows. As I walked past, the rear passenger window was lowered and a soft, but very sexy voice called to me. It was the woman from the bar. My heart was thumping so hard I was sure that she would hear it from within the limo, and the moisture suddenly drained from my mouth.

“Can I offer you a lift somewhere? You will get soaked in this rain.”

I hesitated, half of me desperately wanting to get into the car with her and the other half wondering if I should run for my life. The first half won.

“Yes, that would be great.”

I suppose that was the moment when my life changed forever.

 

She drew back from me and slowly unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor, and then stood motionless in front of me in a black lacy push-up bra, stockings and her shoes. Her figure was perfection. I wanted to take her soft, round breasts in my hands and squeeze them, but I was too afraid to make the move. She took a step forward and lifted my T-shirt over my head to bare my upper torso, before bending her head and kissing me all over my chest, whilst I simply stood and allowed it.

She lifted her head and her face was just inches from my own.

“Why me?”

I wanted to know what it was that had led her to bring me to this place, when a woman like her could have almost any man she chose.

“Because you have such a sexy body, yet the face of an innocent. It is the perfect combination. Do you want to fuck me?”

 

Vicky was turned away from me and was humming to herself as she washed herself with my shower gel. I stepped quickly into the shower and put my arms around her body and on to her breasts, which were all soaped up.

“Mmm…does this shower come with a shower assistant? Someone who can give me a good going over?”

“It sure does, and I would be pleased to give you a good going over, but bear in mind that we only have twenty five minutes before the food arrives.”

“Well if it arrives before we are finished, we will have to ask the delivery boy to step in the shower with us to get his payment.”

“You filthy little girl. I’m going to have to give you a spanking later to cure that smart mouth of yours. That idea of a threesome in the shower sounds rather good, though. We must give it a try sometime. But in the meantime you will just have to make do with me.”

 

“Dan, you will love the dress. It’s a bit daring for me, but my mother says that it really looks good on me, and she’s even going to lend me some of her jewels. They have come out of the bank vault especially for the occasion.”

“I can’t wait to see it, Vicky, but you know me. I think that you look sensational with no clothes on at all, but given that we would be arrested if I escorted you au natural, then the next best thing would be a beautiful gown. Hello magazine will be clamouring for an interview.”

She laughed, her beautiful, sexy, deep-throated laugh.

“Just to keep your interest, I plan to spend the evening without any panties. They would show through the gown.”

“My cock has immediately gone to half-mast. Don’t say things like that on the night or I will be spending the evening trying to force it back into place, and it could get very embarrassing when I am called on to shake hands with the Clintons.”

“Oh I think Bill would understand, especially after he sees me.”

 

Danny was a 21-year-old student when he met Gem in London in 1992. She was the most beautiful, sensuous and sexy woman he had ever met, and she was some years older and married to a wealthy businessman. So why did she pick him from all the men she might have chosen?

 

               Their affair was brief and dramatic, and introduced Danny to sexual passion, the like of which he had never experienced before. It also introduced him to the kind of woman who desired control and discipline in her life. Even though the affair lasted just a few weeks, it changed his life and changed his perception of the type of woman he wanted.

 

               Twenty years later he met a young woman and, for the first time in his life, he fell in love; but fate was not kind, and the events of twenty years earlier came back to haunt him as he realised that he might lose the woman of his dreams. He was powerless to act. He could not rewrite his life history.

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