This year’s BDSM Writers Con
Anthology captures your imagination as our featured authors whip up tales of
romance with a kinky erotic twist. Jillian Verne’s erotic story about a
shocking encounter with a violet wand will not only have you holding your breath,
it’ll have you begging for more.Roz Lee examines the tensions created by an
impending life-altering event and how one Domme helps alleviate those tensions
for her submissive. Cris Anson takes you on a journey from submission to
slavehood, delving into the trials and tribulations of one woman as she gives
up her control to her new Master in the ultimate power exchange. And enter Jean
Johnson’s paranormal world where spankings and erotic pleasure are explored on
a totally new dimension.
Each year we bring you the
best BDSM erotica from the deliciously wicked minds of our featured authors.
Our stories range from BDSM light to Advanced and push you toward the edge with
a little Dark Erotica—if you dare to read that far. Discover them all for
yourself!
Excerpt from Behind Every Great Man by Roz Lee
“Did
you ever think this day would come?” I adjust my tie then hold out my left
wrist. My gorgeous and devoted wife tugs the French cuff into place, but not
before I catch a glimpse of the abrasions coloring my fair skin. The sight of
the angry red marks makes me hard in an instant. Memories of the night before
threaten to derail my thoughts.
“I knew it would.” Marjorie folds my
starched white cuff back, anchoring it in place with a square gold, monogrammed
link. “You’ve worked your entire life for this, and I, for one, had no doubt
you would achieve your goal.”
She
wiggles her fingers, signaling for me to present my right wrist so she can
fasten that cuff as well. Ever obedient to her commands, I do as instructed
then hiss when, instead of adjusting my sleeve, her fingers circle my wrist
like a vise. My dick hardens more, yet I don’t dare jerk away from her touch.
If I do, we’ll be late, and if ever there was a day I cannot be late, this is
it. She tightens her fingers, increasing the pressure. Without her saying a
single word to me, my mind slips back in time as I’m certain she intended.
Get your copy here.
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