S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

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.

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

From my short story, Sentenced.

The stress of defending the indefensible weighs heavy on Ariel Spencer’s shoulders—heavy enough to bend her over Judge Harlow’s lap every Friday afternoon for some justice of her own. 

  Ariana stood and reached for the side zipper on her skirt. She slipped out of the garment and folded it neatly before draping it over the back of her chair. Ass exposed by her thong, she skirted the desk.

  Judge Harlow took a moment to admire her near-nakedness before pushing his chair back, allowing her room to drape herself over his lap. God, how she loved the feel of his silk robe beneath her stomach and thighs—not to mention the feel of his big hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place.

  “Ariana Spencer, for failing to win three cases this past week, I sentence you to be spanked until your ass is the same shade of red as my tie. Is there anything you wish to say in your defense before your sentence is carried out?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I don’t need to remind you I’m the only one who needs to hear you, do I?”

  He lovingly caressed her ass, squeezing and stroking—giving her fair warning. “No, Sir”

  She knew it was coming, but still, the first blow to her right cheek startled her. Judge Harlow wasn’t known for leniency in his courtroom or his chambers. It was all she could do to squelch the cry that bubbled up in her throat, but squelch it she did.

  His hand rained down on her ass like lightning bolts hurtled from the sky by an angry god. Tears stung her eyes as she battled to keep her voice down to a whimper. He showed no mercy, which was exactly as she expected, and one of the primary reasons she came here, week after week.

  Ariana screwed her eyes shut and focused all her attention on her ass, and the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin, lulling her into another world—one where her responsibilities narrowed to a single person—one where her needs were simple and provided for—one where pleasure and pain were sometimes the same thing.

Get your copy of the BDSM Writers Con Anthology Here.

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

How do you take your BDSM? Light and naughty or with bolder twists and turns that’ll take a bite and leave you wanting more? Or do your tastes run along the razor’s edges demanding a lover surrender all?

Roz Lee starts this year’s BDSM Writers Con Anthology with a light D/s story about justice in Sentenced and Kestra Gravier reveals a few behaviors Not Safe for Work.  Arlee Scott makes her writing debut by sharing a naughty power exchange in The Birthday Present while Elizabeth SaFleur shows how there’s more to submission than merely surrendering in White Jeans.

Just like steam rises so does the level of our D/s as Cris Anson starts pushing the boundaries in it Takes two to Tango and Becca Jameson demands Blind Trust from her submissive. Gray Dixon proves that a little exhibitionism can open many doors in Scene and be Seen; while Rhiannon Ayers reveals what is meant when a Dominant declares, The Pleasure is ALL Mine!

And if you dare walk the razor’s edge, Alaska Angelini will remind you to be careful what you wish for in her hard hitting BDSM dark erotica, Rush.

Purchase your eBook or paperback copy before the end of this 4^th of July weekend and receive a free eBook. (Send proof of purchase to : info@BDSMWritersCon.com to claim your free eBook)

Sentenced by Roz Lee

Blurb:

The stress of defending the indefensible weighs heavy on Ariel Spencer’s shoulders—heavy enough to bend her over Judge Harlow’s lap every Friday afternoon for some justice of her own.

Excerpt:

 “Ariana Spencer, for failing to win three cases this past week, I sentence you to be spanked until your ass is the same shade of red as my tie. Is there anything you wish to say in your defense before your sentence is carried out?”

“No, Sir.”

Preorder your copy of the BDSM Writers Con Anthology.