Joey W. Hill ή αλλιώς πώς βρέθηκα εδώ :)

Να λοιπόν που υπάρχει χώρος και για τους καινούργιους στο φόρουμ που δεν ξέρουν τι άλλο να γράψουν  
Μια ωραία σειρά βιβλίων με αρκετές σκηνές BDSM είναι αυτή της Joey W. Hill, The Vampire Queen series. Από εκεί πήρα τις πρώτες μου "ιδέες" και ανατριχίλες, και από εκεί άρχισε να με τρώει πως πρέπει να βρω κι άλλες πληροφορίες και έφτασα εδώ   Μπορεί να μην ξέρω ποια είμαι και πού πάω, but I know my books  
Ξέρω, ξέρω, βαμπίρ, κλισέ, μπλα μπλα μπλα, αλλά όταν νιώθεις ένα κενό και το κενό αυτό μισογεμίζει ευχάριστα με κάτι που διαβάζεις τότε...fangs και ξεπερνάς την κρίση χαλαρά.
Εύχομαι να σας αρέσει και αν κάποιος τα έχει ήδη διαβάσει και θέλει να τα αναλύσουμε, εδώ είμαι (και θα είμαι όπως φαίνεται  )
Θα παρέθετα κι ένα αποσπασματάκι, για να πάρετε μια γεύση, αλλά δεν ξέρω αν επιτρέπεται  
HappyHellcat

 

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“Over the course of a century or two, Lady Lyssa has taught us all manner of ways to get along
with one another, how to mend fences.” Belizar flashed Lyssa a smile that made Jacob want to roll his eyes. “There is some animosity between our two servants as a result of their conflict, Lady Lyssa. To get them to shake hands and be in accord again, Malachi will join your servant on the dais. While the lovely Debra takes your servant in her mouth, Malachi will take the other end. As it is obvious she needs some tutelage to understand total surrender, he will apply his sizeable cock to her far too tightly clenched ass. A virgin hole because our esteemed Lord Brian wishes only to fondle the sphincter of his microscope.” As Malachi came toward the dais, her head began to turn toward him. Jacob took a firmer grip on her bound hands, placing the other hand behind her neck to bring her up against the warmth of his body. Roughly he covered her mouth, demanding the kiss. He put all the seductive charm he had into it, coaxing her lips apart, moving his tongue inside, his fingers playing over the pulse on her wrists. He knew she was a true submissive, because most of the female servants were. So he used that knowledge, administering romantic, tiny caresses of her nape with his fingers, overwhelming her with the sweep of his tongue in her mouth, nibbling on her lips with his teeth. His thumb passed over the place on her throat he suspected was Brian’s preferred area because of the faint depressions there. Pressing her body against him, he gave her his heat, let her hear his heartbeat.
“Lie down,” he said with quiet authority, guiding her so she was on her stomach, lying on the body of the sculpture. Reaching between her thighs, he dragged his fingers through her pussy lips to find her wet despite herself. She rocked against his hand, a soft gasp coming from her. He guided her onto the sculpted erect cock, easing her down onto it as she gave a moan. It stirred the crowd, for Jacob felt the collective energy rising with her arousal. When fully seated on it, her hips were tilted up. The sculpture’s knee was bent, splitting the seam of her legs so they had to be braced on either side, positioning her for a perfect anal penetration and allowing her no way to resist the invasion. The statue had a raised hand. Into its palm, he guided her chin so she could take his cock in her mouth at a straight angle. Her breasts hung down, just the tips of her nipples grazing the face of the sculpture, stimulating her further. The scent from her cunt was getting stronger, even as nervous tears started to trickle down her face. Reluctantly, it reminded him of Seanna’s words. She could be tearful and aroused at once, the situation stoking her need to be dominated. She’d allowed Jacob to step into the surrogate role, obviously realizing she needed something to anchor her so she didn’t embarrass Brian.
[Joey W. Hill, The Mark of the Vampire Queen]

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The dance floor was flanked by scaffolding, a massive erector set crisscrossing up to the fifty-foot-high domed ceiling, an impressive feature of the club’s architecture she’d seen from the parking area. People danced along the wide scaffolds, some suspended on bars like trapeze artists, only spread-eagled, bound in secure cuffs overlaid with twisted ribbon. As they were pushed by the dancers across open space, the ribbons flowed. One woman with red hair that fell to her waist had her wrists and ankles bound on the top and bottom of one ring of a sphere of interlocking rings. She was oscillating, the hair and ribbons twining as the sphere drifted across space, up and down, like a randomly floating bubble, only on wires. When she came close enough to the scaffolding, the dancers reached over the railing and touched her freely, giving her a push to send her on another flight. At other places on the scaffolding, where metal bars crossed, gagged and blindfolded submissives were crucified with manacles, some with vibrators strapped into their bodies so that they trembled and climaxed into the hygienic chastity belts they wore. Passing dancers were allowed to tease and fondle them. However, in every case of a bound slave, she could search the nearest bystanders and find a carefully watching Master and Mistress, or an assigned security person, attractive and discreet, but obviously there to ensure the safety of the bound and helpless person in the dense crowd of aroused, dancing clientele.
Watching it all, Jessica realized she was wet, her thighs slick against each other as she walked, her body taut, eager for . . . something. Focusing so hard on how she’d handle the club without falling apart, she hadn’t anticipated her own body’s reaction to the stimulus. Trying to accept and understand that response was almost as harrowing as trying not to fall apart. Since she hadn’t survived Raithe by rationality, she suspected it would be best to make it through tonight without it as well. Analyze later, she reminded herself.
[Joey W. Hill, Beloved Vampire]

 

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καλως ήρθες

 

Απάντηση: Joey W. Hill ή αλλιώς πώς βρέθηκα εδώ  

Κι αλλη γατα? Τι γινεται καλε εδω? Θα λενε οτι βγαινω παγανια στα κεραμιδια και σας μαζευω.....χαχαχαχα!
Καλως ηλθες κουκλα μου κι ευχαριστουμε για το κειμενο.

 

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Όχι άλλη, η ίδια  ) Βγήκα τσάρκα στο φόρουμ και γράφω όπου μπορώ, χαχαχαχα  
Καλώς σας βρήκα κι ελπίζω να σας αρέσει  

 

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καλως ηρθες ωραιο το αποσπασμα θα ψαξω και για τα βιβλια ευχαριστω για το τιπ κ εγω νεος ειμαι...