Last night’s new victory (again) of the Montreal Canadians reminded me of a BDSM story I wrote 2 years ago, April 22 2008, on this blog. I am reposting it today for you hockey fans….

Just like it was 2 years ago, I was in the city giving a workshop and I left the building right after the game. We were surrounded by a cacophony of honking cars and loud street cheers the whole way home. It could only mean one thing:

Yes, the Canadians won the 7th game of the Eastern Conference semifinal and move one to the finals. its the freaking semifinals people and you freak out like that????? Now I am not a fan of the sport…but its hard not to know what is going on at this time as it is THE ONLY subject of conversation everywhere one goes. Here is me poking fun at Hockey—BDSM style:

I sneak into the Canadians changing room. Its after the game and there is only one player left. I quietly creep up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around surprised…but smiling as he looks me up and down drooling. He is only wearing a towel, I am wearing a red leather corset, a blue g-string and blue stockings…and a pair of ice-skates. I cajole him and tell him how hot he makes me and I want him right here, right now…but only if he agrees to it my way. He accepts immediately.

Big mistake! I tell him to turn around and close his eyes. He obeys thinking this is his lucky day. But the next thing he realizes is that I have swiftly taped his wrists together with hockey stick tape. He struggles and starts to bark at me. I turn him around and push on the nearest bench. I lift a skate up and place it hard in his crotch. I tell him to keep quiet or he will loose ‘his’ hockey stick. He shuts up pretty quick. I bend over and kiss him a bit…he is thinking maybe things will be good after all. But next thing he knows is I shove a puck sideways as far as I can in his mouth and fix it in place with the stick tape.

A little terror starts showing in his eyes. I tell to hush, am all sweet again, and tell him things will be fine and we will have a great time. I walk over and grad two hockey sticks and his jock strap. I place the strap over his nose to breath in and attach it in place. I throw him on the floor on his back…his tied hands behind making him groan a bit with pain. I use one stick as a spreader bar and tape his legs as far apart as I can. Ok now he is an athlete and has a great body. Lying on the floor, hockey puck gagged, jock strapped face, legs spread wide…he looks like a fine submissive specimen. I am getting aroused. But I am not here for that.

I tell him to relax, my fun with him is almost over. All I want is to practice my hockey techniques a bit. Oh but darn he is gagged with the only puck around. Ah but he does have two balls I can play I tell him. I step in between his legs with the second stick and start to playfully tap his package with the stick. He may be scared…but he is also rock hard as I do this. So I start swinging the stick a bit more. He moans of pain and pleasure. I keep hitting harder and harder until he actually shoots a load on my skates. Oh well I am not happy…I never gave him permission to cum. I untie his legs and throw him over the bench, ass up in the air.

At this point I scold him verbally and administer a stern spanking with the hockey stick. He starts crying like a baby. I remove the gag and ask him if he got his lesson. He is sobbing and begging me for forgiveness and swears he has learned his lesson. Oh I feel sorry for him. I can tell I broke him so I untie him all and take him in in my arms nurturing him a bit. He balls up in my arms like a little boy looking for comfort in his mother’s arms. I tell him I have to leave and he looks saddened. I tell him I’ll come back and visit him again on one condition. He begs me to come back and says he’ll do anything to see me again. I tell him I’ll meet him again in the locker room only if he brings me the winning Stanley Cup. I kiss him on the forehead, get up and walk out of the locker room.

Will he see me again? We shall see soon enough.

Written by Lady Evyl

Do you remember the awesome site called Sugasm where one could fins the best round-up sex bloggers?

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Although not the owner it was entirely managed by the fabulous Radical Vixen. She has a wonderful blog of her own and she asked me a while back to guest blog for her Vixen Invites Series. It took quite some time for me to find the right inspiration but when it came it hit hard.

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Check out the story I wrote called Playing Cops and Robbers

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Dates back a while already, but this is one of those stories Miss Susan and I like to make up on MSN as we procrastinate working on Friday afternoons. This one is mine. The language is not prolific, full of nonsense, but the story is entertaining. It’s the story of a revenge fantasy.

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There was once a young Lady who was so beautiful in her voluptuousness that every man she crossed wanted to fornicate with her. But rarely could they go beyond that desire. This lady would go through a range of emotion like anger, despair, crying fits, and faked nonchalance. She often had fantasies of getting back and revenge for these loser pathetic guys. But of course this was all in her head and she never imagined doing it in real life. That would be mean. She may be kinky but she is a good girl.
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So one day she was shopping downtown. She was in one of those fancy expensive stores trying on shoes that cost like 1000$ each as she had just won the lottery. While she had on these killer stiletto high heeled red patent pumps, who should walk in but one of these past losers. Of course he would never walk into such a store because he is against animal cruelty but seeing her in the shoes turned him on so bad he got a massive erection and had to flirt to see if he could get lucky.
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Well, she is blond but she isn’t stupid, she knew what he wanted. And she was horny, as undeserving as he was. So a plan, a very Evyl plan, started forming in her head. She agreed to meet him and told him to come in 3 days to her place. And you know what else she did right there? She called all of the past losers she still had phone numbers for and gave them the same appointment promising to only want sexual gratification. She got the shoes and then went shopping for a matching red leather outfit and a red snake whip.
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And then it was time! The three days later! The doorbell rang, one after the other they arrived. But so they did not know she would seduce them in disrobing and blindfolding them and put them in different rooms and said to wait…for a big surprise. They all happily agreed with the intoxication of their sexual gratification. Once they all arrived she went back to each of them and fondled them and got them hard. Then she got all of them, one at a time, to agree to get shackled and tied with a chest harness with their arms immobilized in their backs…and gagged.
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Now that she had them all gagged, blind and defenseless she made them all come in one room and kneel. But they thought they were alone and just kneeling for fun. And now her sweet revenge would start. They were all tied to the floor. One by one she removed their blindfolds while in a totally dark room. Then she flipped the light switch and they realized they were all in a circle and facing the back of another naked man. They started panicking, and thrashing and moaning through their ball gags. She just stood there in the middle laughing with an Evyl tone.
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Mouah-ha-ha-ha!!! You fucking bunch of bitches. I’ll teach you respect and what it feels like to be used.
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The ones who screamed the most got bitch slapped until they were red in the face. Some were crying.
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She said: you are all here for the same reason: your are all a bunch of fucking assholes. And you are such assholes you will lick assholes and get fucked in the asshole.
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She tied a rope around each of their necks and passed each rope in a bolt on the floor in front of them. She removed their ball gags and by pulling all the ropes, it pulled their faces in the ass of each guy facing them. They were crying, screaming, freaking out.
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“LICK BITCHES!”
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Of course if they refused the snake whip went cracking until blood ran down their backs of course. Finally they all broke down and licked but still cried. A couple threw up. Of course she made sure to get an even number. She is rich so she had something built beforehand. Ever other guy was on a platform that raised and did a 180 so they were now on their backs. This was perfect for a male blow job 69 chain.
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Some, regardless of their situation, could not help but have a hard on. She ordered them to suck on the cock they had in front. They were so terrified they did as they were ordered. No more crying but a lot of whimpering sounds.
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You whores are going to learn to give a good bj. None of you will stop until the guy has come IN YOUR MOUTH!
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And that is when the crying started again. But they did as ordered and she just walked around and whipped the shit out of them for fun, others she kicked in the balls, or she would do nipple torture to others. Of course this major power trip was getting her very excited and wet. But not one of them was going to touch her that is for sure.
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It took longer then usual, but all of a sudden by magic they all came more or less at the same time. Shots of hot sticky and very salty cum went up their throats. “Yes, swallow my whores. You want us to swallow, it’s your turn. Lick that head clean and slurp it all up”. Of course, again some threw up. She was cracking her head up. Now that was phase 1 only, phase 2 was coming.
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She released their necks up and just happened to have a fire hose around so she hosed them down clean. Now they were all turned facing the inside or their circle. They were tied kneeling up with a metal collar that locked around their necks and waiste…could not kneel down. Each shin was ties next to the other guy so their legs would be spread apart. She had a fuck machine placed behind each one with a BIG DILDO that would go right in their ass.
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Then she also attached a Kali’s teeth cock ring around each of their cocks. She had two remote controls…one that operated the fuck machines and one for the cock rings. Now you all got to get sexual release. It’s my turn. But you are not going to enjoy it! That is when her new slave walked into the room. Buffed, oiled, and just wearing a loin cloth…most gorgeous guy on earth.
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She ripped the loin cloth of her slave and what the asshole saw was the biggest erection they had ever seen pop up to attention. She ordered her slave on his knees and to service her orally. As she started getting really turned on she turned on the fuck machines all at the same time. In unison the whores all screamed as the UN lubed dildos probed in and out of their asses. Their screams was like a bolt of lighting that went right to her clit and she came so hard and for so long as her slave was lapping it up.
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It took a bit of time to regain her balance. Then she had her slave lie on his back and she shackled him to the ground. All the whores were dumbfounded by the sight of his hard cock standing straight up…the biggest they ever saw.
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She mounted him and began pumping herself to ecstasy on his shaft. She was riding the waves of pleasure and she almost forgot the second remote. But she had it in hand now.
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“I said you cannot enjoy this, some of you are getting hard”.
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She clicked the remote to the first setting and all yelped in pain as the teeth of the Kali’s cock ringa dug slightly into the flesh of their cocks. With her orgasm she hit the high setting on the cock rings and each guy cried in terror as each teeth penetrated their cocks about 1/4 inch. A couple of them even passed out.
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She stopped the fuck machine and stood up. Of course her slave still had his erection; he was not permitted to cum. She unlocked him and right away he kneeled and licked her shoes and feet in gratitude for even getting used sexually.
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“See how you should behave with a woman? Be grateful and ready to serve when ever she wants and expect nothing in return.”
With one button the cock ring unlocked and fell to the ground. Oh what a pathetic site: a bunch of limp cock punctured and some with little drops of blood drizzling down. All their restraints unlocked and most of the men fell to the ground of exhaustion, humiliation and pain.
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She walked toward the door and just before go out she turned and said. Now you know what it’s like to be a whore and used for MY pleasure. If you do not want this to happen again you will treat the lovers in your life with respect. Otherwise I will have to teach you another lesson. And to make sure you never forget an ink was place on the teeth of each cock ring, you will have a permanent tattoo going around your pathetic cocks to remind you of today for the rest of your lives. Now get out!
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She then left to room and never saw here again
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When I marvel my reflection

All to be seen is perfection

A Venus in heaven

Surrounded by obedient men

And for all the fishermen to see

An exotic mermaid singing on the sea

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I am a lovely young lady

Awaiting for a hero to save me

The next Marilyn Monroe

To be admired at every show

All the Casanovas in MGs

Will be begging at my knees

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No, I have no shame

Nor care of what you think

If I put self-consideration before my name

I’ll write it in silky pink ink

Over and over again

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I differ from most people in the scene who usually knew about their BDSM tendencies, their ‘deviance’, at a young age. I truly came upon BDSM overnight as an adult. But the more I embrace this lifestyle the more I realize there were traces of my attitude and  dominance in my life.

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This poem is a perfect example. Yes I wrote this and yes its not a true work of art (ahum). I wrote this poem when I was 17 as homework for English class. We had to write a poem about someone in the class room. I had no interest in anyone in that class so I decided to write a poem about me…or rather a poem to my reflection in a mirror.

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Of course I wrote it on purpose dripping with satire and poking fun at the forced subject matter we were given. The teacher loved it and thought it clever.

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I came across this poem again recently when I did a big cleanup during the holidays. Can you tell, at my tender age of 17, there was most definitely a Mistress in the making?

So last Friday Miss Susan and I were procrastinating and killing time in our appropriate end of week chat while at our respective jobs. She has developed a bit of bitterness (as you shall see) towards her boss. I was busy preparing paper files but could read the screen so she agreed to entertain me on MSN with a story. What came out of it was a spontanious and fantastic torture session between her and her boss. She was more then happy, even mentioned before I did, that her story should be published on my blog.
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So without further wait, I give you The Boss Torture by Miss Susan….
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Once upon a time there was a lady in a foreign city, a non-French speaking city, and she worked in an office. Her boss used to be so nice to her and they got along great but lately, he’s been a colossal asshole. Anyway, the lady asked her boss for a raise. She said “I’d really it if you would increase my salary this year, because it’s been 18 months since my last salary increase”
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He said maybe
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But the lady, instead of waiting for an answer, she decided to take revenge on him. She clobbered him on the back of his head with a snow shovel and then while he was helpless she grabbed his wrists and tied each one down to opposite corners of his desk. She pulled down his pants and under pants then left him there so she could go get her hair done.
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The next day she went back to work, he was a bit nicer to her but the lady wasn’t sure if he remembered what happened the day before. The lady didn’t say anything. The lady let the day go by without comment or incident.
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On the third day she asked him for a raise again this time he said I’ll get back to you. Instead of waiting for an answer the lady replaced his hair gel with, no, added crazy glue to his hair gel his fingers got stuck in his hair just before he had to go to a client meeting. He panicked and freaked out trying to get his fingers unstuck from his hair.
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He cried for some help.
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The lady offered to help.
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She’s a kind person.
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She got the straight razor from her purse; it was the only way she could get his fingers off his head. He cried, but he let her shave his head completely bald he had no choice. In the end, he thanked her but had to reschedule the client meeting.
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The next day came and went without comment or incident.
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The weekend came but the lady needed to stop by the office for something she forgot the day before but she was dressed to the nines and carrying her flogging toys. On her way to a play party the lady was surprised to find her asshole boss at the office on a Saturday night well. As a reminder of how awesome she is she decided to scare him a bit more. She had on her a hood that she was planning to wear at the play party so she put it on he didn’t notice she was even there so she threw open the door to his office with a huge crash, nearly breaking the doorknob off.
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Holy shit! He said what the fuck is this?? Who are you?
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Clearly he was more scared of her than she was of him even though he was shouting he couldn’t move from his chair behind the desk. It doesn’t matter who the fuck I am, she yelled.
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She thrust her index finger into his face and yelled on your knees you stupid cunt
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NO he protested
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Do it now bitch!
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He was still frozen in his chair so she walked around to his side of the desk and grabbed him by both ears forcing him to stand she forced him to stumble around the desk and then crumpled him to the middle of the floor of his office.
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Fuck, he thought, what the hell… I can’t even defend myself!
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She was sick of his filthy swearing mouth: shut your pie hole you disgusting old man. She yelled and gave him a huge smack across the face with her strong arm, clad in leather opera length gas he was somewhat stunned to make sure he didn’t talk again.
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She grabbed the large ball gag from her bag of tricks and made a few quick movements to secure it across his mouth and the back of his head
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HAHAHA try talking now! She laughed
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He only whimpered. The lady thought she could see the beginnings of a tear forming in one eye.
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It wasn’t just an ordinary gag it was an internal penis gag he drooled all over the place trying to keep the penis from choking him his gag reflex wasn’t so good.
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She was satisfied that he couldn’t talk but her work wasn’t done because she was wearing stiletto thigh high leather boots she pushed his face down into the carpet for a while and trampled his arms and legs with the spiky heels really digging in to his soft muscles, creating some great bruises she flipped him over onto his stomach
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Oh god now what? He thought He whimpered even louder as his thoughts ran wild.
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You must be frightened half to death by now, right? She said but half to death isn’t good enough.
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Oh god! NO…. he tried to protest which was difficult with that gross gag in his mouth.
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She ripped off his pants and underwear using her favorite shears. This time she accidentally on purpose nicked his fleshy hips and thighs. Now that the man’s pants and underwear were removed the lady took her favorite hemp rope and bound his ankles to his wrists to his thighs. This left him completely exposed to her, his ass sticking straight up in the air.
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Hah now you’re going to get it!! She cackled. Out came her harness out came one of her biggest, knurliest dildos [the Tiger, by Fun Factory]. It was huge and black at least 8 inches long and 1.5 in diameter thick and knobby and well, you get it without even bothering to lube it or his puckered star. She knelt down and rammed it in he nearly slipped all the away across the room the tears were definitely flowing now – without holding anything back the lady got right to work pumping that Tiger in and out of his virginal asshole.
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He was a pitiful mess but he could still holler. He screamed like a nightmare the lady laughed and laughed and called him a stupid cunt whore. She grabbed him by the ears again to get more momentum by accident her hands slipped to around his neck so she choked him while pumping that fucker.
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Could you believe how wet and slippery the lady was feeling in her pussy? It was the best she’d had in a long time the extra wetness was dripping down her left thigh. The lady worked herself up to a great orgasm but before she screamed out in pleasure she…punched him in the back of the head he blacked out just a moment before she came.
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She came like a fountain turned on for the first time on May Day
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While he was still blacked out, the lady picked herself up and took all her toys away leaving the man crumpled in a fetal ball on his office floor.
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She called a taxi and went to the party where she had the best night of her life.
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On Monday, the lady went to work as usual he wasn’t but it looked to the lady like he was there earlier than she was but then went out again because, on her desk, did she not find 5 dozen long stemmed red roses and a big fat cherub “for services rendered”.
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THE END
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I’ll take 5 of them please!
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And check out a Gods of Football 2009 picture gallery here

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I am not a usual reader of Erotica. I have read very little of it in my life. Althought not quite erotica I read one Harlequin book in my teens and thought it was so ridiculous I never read another one again. I guess my very young Domme side was present enough to not like the dmasel-in-Distress scenario lol. Since then I do remember reading in my young adult life a book from Anais Nin. That I enjoyed but did not pursue. Maybe in the last couple of years I have reaad a tad more…mostly BDSM related. One that I really enjoyed and covers more then just BDSM was Laura Antoniou. It was a collection of short stories and it was really good. Then a few week ago Babeland gave me the opportunity to catch and brush up on my more current Erotica reading experience.

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I had been window shopping for a while already online for a book and I was offered a chance to review the Best Of The Best Women’s Erotica book. Of course I jumped on it as it was on my window shopping list. This is the second book I review and I am always excited and then kind of kick myself. Why? Because when it arrives I see how big the book is and I realise I kind of have to read it to review it lol. What can I say I am a slow reader, not much time. But I diligently read this book over the last 3 weeks and can now give you my thoughts.

OK time for my book review. I am having a flashback of highschool book review papers…hope no one is grading me ha ha.  This collection of erotic stories was edited by Marcy Sheiner, a superbly accomplished erotica writer. This is her sixth edition of the annual Best Women’s Erotica.  It was published in 2005 by Cleis Press Inc. There is a whopping 28 short stories to indulge in. Ok that was my scholalrly bit.

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So as I waited for this book to arrive I started imagining in my head what a collection of women’s erotica would be like. What I had expected was a bunch of hot stories written from a woman’s perspective. I fantasized about taking the book to bed with me accompanied by a few select toys. Th evening of its arrival I snuggled under the sheets and read the first story. Hmm…well written, witty, very tame, probaby an intro to ease in. My eyes were closing so that was it for that night. To curious for the following night I put the book in a book sleeve for discretion so I could read it on my way to and fro from work. Well turnouts out I only read it on the bus and subway…never brought it back to bed.

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Why? I was totally not what I had expected. No that sounds negative, it was unexpected. Although there are plenty of juicy paragraphs there are never enough such pages in a row for me to explore reactions in bed…if you know what I mean. So I was a bit disapointed on that level…its not mindless raunchy masterbation material. BUT, but it was a really really excellent read that tokk me down paths I had not expected at all.

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About ever plausible scenario is represented in this work: straight, bi, lesbians, vanilla, kinksters, subs, dommes, cute weekend getaways, age play mommies, physical handicaps, death, incest fantasies, revenge, femmes, butches, sex toys and even the game of chess! So there is no way you won’t find a story that won’t captivate and grab your attention. I think the most memorable and unusal story, a morbid setting, involved a peeping tom’s resulting emotional anguish from watching a women plumet to her death when the window broke while having sex pressed up against the glass. I was surprised by the wonderful quality of writing in most stories, really well written stuff with well built structures. I also realized that women can have waaayyyyyy sicker minds and scenarios in their heads then men could ever dream of imagining. An awesome read.

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I give this book a solid , only skipping a star cause I really had hoped for more just raunchy material. Thank you Babeland for the wonderful read.

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GO HERE to enter a QUICKIE CONTEST…ends Oct 20th, 2009 9am EST…Win a Smartball Uno!!!!

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I am reading a fabulous book (Eat pray Love) a friend lent me that is so remote from the context of this blog but had a little snippet in it that made me almost fall of my subway seat with laughter that is related!

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Do you know the origin of the word Ciao?..the one used to say hello, goodbye, see ya later

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The word derives from the Venetian phrase s-ciào vostro literally meaning “I am your slave“. Of course it is not meant to be interpreted literally….more along the lines “if you ever need my help, count on me.

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Is that not hilarious?

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Today I went to pick up a package at the post office. I was expecting the package…but there was more in it then expect. It contained 2 copies of the hot-off-the-press 1st printed edition of D L King‘s latest book: The Melinoe Project.
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One copy is going to the contest I had on my group on Fetlife….I had contacted King about it. But to my surprise she also sent me a copy of my own and personaly dedicated as well. Funny I just finished my current book today so I will be able to get right on it…expect a review!
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D L King has been a contributor on Kinky Sex Link (my other website) since it very first began. We met on Fetlife a tad before and I asked her to join. At that time I did not know who she was and that she was already a published author.  Not only was she happy to join but we have since then become friends. Granted we do not keep religious contact but we have definetly gone beyond casual acquaintance. So it really is an honor for me to not only have a first copy but to have it signed and have an extra note in it from my friend.
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Same for Midori. I had the pleasure of meeting her last year at the Montreal Kinky Festival privately. So I called upon her to help out with a donation for the contest and she as well sent 2 books to me, autographed,….one for me to keep. Make sure to chek out her up coming classes in Toronto and Ottawa.
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I am expecting 1 more autographed book for my contest…hopefully it will get here soon. This time I have not met the author, but was obtained by a co-leader. I doubt I will get my own copy of this one…which would have ben a great treat. The book I am expecting is Jay Wiseman’s Erotic Bondage Handbook. His other famous success is SM 101.
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Lots of good reading ahead!

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I gave you my heart
But I did not tell you
And for a long time
I did not know it myself
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I gave you extra patience
And much understanding
But you did not know why
I gave you too much.
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You are so naïve in these thing
You don’t even see it
Your are blind to my feelings
You are undeserving.
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We are both aching now
In our own special ways
I don’t know about you
But in time I will prevail
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I will be stronger
Just now feeling pain
My heart aches
My heart bleeds
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But this proves one only thing
I am human
I am breathing
I am alive
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I feel, I feel all the pain
I nourish from it
I will grow from it
I will learn from it
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I will,
As time heals all things
Flourish from it.
Goodbye, my love
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Poem by Mystress Lady Evyl
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