Lecture Notes Chapter 4

Sinclair gets jealous and Beth oversteps the mark here.

Just a Reminder...

...that Liaisons, featuring my story Advanced Corsetry, is available outside the UK from today.

Oh, how I wish I could afford to shop at Agent Provocateur...

Lecture Notes Chapter 3

Beth moves in with Professor Sinclair.

What could possibly go wrong?

Lecture Notes Chapter 2

Beth's private tuition sessions begin - find out how it goes here.

Enjoy!

Alison, Your Aim Is True

How can I explain the impact, the significance, the brilliance of Alison Tyler? I'm not sure I can, so I'll just cast my net and see if I can catch a fraction of her luminescence here.

It was 2006, I think. I got a laptop of my own. It was for 'work'. Fairly soon...OK, make that very soon...I started exploring the non-work possibilities of the internet. I can't remember exactly how I stumbled on Alison's Trollop with a Laptop blog, but the odds of it being through one of her beloved random search strings is rather high.

Maybe...supple leather burning ass...or...voyeuristic bondage baron...or...gloves lubricant plug...well, y'know. Something like that. Anyway, what my ramblings on Google yielded was something far, far better than I had ever expected.

There was this blog, right? And it was a filthy, delicious, no-holds-barred, scintillating ride through all my favourite aspects of erotica and female sexuality. It was a revelation to me - seriously. This is some of what I learned from browsing the archive:

1. You can be a woman, and sexual, and honest about it, without having to make excuses or apologies for yourself.
2. Whatever you have the taste for, somebody somewhere will share it.
3. There are loads of things you can do with a leather belt.

I know I'm going to sound ridiculously naive, but these were some life-changing realisations.

So I have to thank Alison for giving this to me. I tend to lurk, but I'm an avid lurker, and over the years it's become obvious that Alison is a one-off. Her tirelessness, her endless generosity to new and established writers, her commitment - all are extraordinary. And that's before we even mention her writing and editing! I'll never forget the knock-your-socks-off moment when I realised I was in an anthology with her.

So here you are, Alison - you're a hero of mine, and always will be. Happy Birthday.

Thank You For Coming

Really, I am so pleased to see you! Would you like a smoked salmon pinwheel? Maybe a small sherry? Or would you rather have part one of a hot tale of D/s lust and love between a perverse Professor and his equally kinky student? (Disclaimer: I know that NO professor would ever consider something as unethical as deviant sex with a student, and quite rightly so - tis mere fantasy.)

For hot Professor action, go here.

Otherwise, these are for you:

Coffee and D/s

W00t (how do you pronounce '00'?) - if it isn't my first ever review!

Liaisons gets a big juicy thumbs-up from Coffee Time Romance, and this is what the reviewer had to say about my story Advanced Corsetry:

Miss Frost makes corsets and once in a while she gets to do a unique one with special toys and sections within the clothing. Jess comes into her store one day with her husband and waits to be measured and fitted for one. When Miss Frost finds out an interesting fact about Jess, it may give a whole new meaning to customer satisfaction.

Ms. Elyot blew me away with her interesting and hot tale. Using erotic descriptions even during the measuring for the corset made this a fiery story. I love how Miss Frost tried to be the perfect host even as she suffered from her lust for the other woman. Add the little secret between Jess and her husband and this is a definite read anyone can enjoy!

Read the review in full here.

Man of the Month #1 - Sir Guy of Gisborne

By most aesthetic standards, Richard Armitage = mancandy. He even has his own army of fans, and what those girls don't know about tactical manoeuvres ain't worth knowing. I'm never averse to spending a bit of time admiring his...acting skills...but it is one role in particular that really rings my medieval chapel bell.

The villain. The black-hearted blackguard in black eyeliner, Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Is it his low-chested lowdown growl of a voice? Is it his tormented soul? Is it the chink of vulnerability that made him susceptible to Marian's charms? Is it the smouldering eyes and the brooding disposition? Is it the certain knowledge that he would be a sex beast of monumental proportions?

Well, yeah. But mainly it's the leather ;).