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Original article written by Christina Mandara writing for Marquis Magazine No, we’re not talking about the space-time continuum here, or going faster than the speed of light. We’re taking a look at the strange and wonderful psychological state encountered by a submissive when they indulge in some pretty intense BDSM play. Isn’t subspace all about…
Not the normal start of a blog post for me, but I believe that the last post I did was ridiculously long ago. So what have I been up to?? Way too much to even recount. We’ve seen the release of Crossfire and the Encore Boxed set, I’ve just finished Devil’s Playground an ex-SEAL, MC, Light BDSM book! That is at the editor as we speak!
On a more personal level, the last year (without publishing anything) has been busy. I’ve graduated nursing school, passed the boards, found a job, left said job after 12 weeks and now found another job that I feel I was meant to be at-minus the long ass hours. So, no that has not allowed me anytime for writing or life.
Now add in some health problems, which I still don’t have all the answers to and we have the makings for a new book. But I swear, I am taking my time to get well and back in the grove of things. I will be back better than ever. So if you wanna chat, hit me up on the social media sites that I may or may not a few times a day! I’m active on Snap Chat and Instagram lately. Was more active last year, but hey that’s life.
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I absolutely love Michelle and all of her books! She’s an amazing person and an amazing writer. So happy to have her cover reveal on the blog today!!!
Title: The Empty Jar
Author: M. Leighton
Release: May 8, 2016
Today is cover reveal day for M. Leighton’s upcoming new release entitled The Empty Jar. She wanted to say a little something about the cover before she revealed it and the description, so here she is.
First of all, a huge, heartfelt thank you to every single one of you amazing women who is helping me reveal this cover today.
I appreciate everything you do for me, for authors and readers in general and for this community.
IT’S FINALLY TIME FOR THE EMPTY JAR COVER REVEAL!!!
I feel like I’ve been waiting AGES to share this with you!
This cover… GAH! Y’all, it took me forEVER to get it just right. There was a certain “feel” that I wanted to achieve with it and I wasn’t happy until I felt that it jumped right out when I looked at it. I wanted the cover to speak of the book, wanted it to show the highs and lows, the sweet and the poignant, the depth of it, if you will. And finally…finally, I feel like it does:)
You might not realize just how much NOW, but once you read it, you’ll be like, “Yeah. It’s perfect for this book!”
When I got the paperback proof in the other day, I held it in my hands and I just stared at it. Not only is this story extremely special to me, but this is probably my favorite cover of all my books. Ever.
When I look at it, I see so much more than just a picture. I see all the things that I find in life as well as what I put into the story that is The Empty Jar. It’s a blend of happy pinks and brooding blues. It’s light and it’s dark. There are highs and there are lows. There is morning and there is night. But if you notice the sky on this cover, there are little flickers of brightness in the bodies of the lightning bugs. Life is that way, too. Even in the darkest part of the night, there is a spark of hope.
There is beauty. There is the romantic glow of a full moon, the silvery face of your mate, the delicate twinkle of fireflies. It’s all there if we look hard enough—that balance of beauty and tragedy.
Below is a little more about the book. It’s hard to tell you much without spoiling anything, but I think you can get a feel for it. It’s such a special story. So raw, so real.
I honestly can’t wait for y’all to read it! I hope you love IT and the cover as much as I do:)
The Empty Jar
(May 8, 2016)
Three months touring Europe. Romantic. Dazzling. Unforgettable. The trip of a lifetime.
But some lifetimes are shorter.
We couldn’t have known it would work out this way.
No one could. No one could’ve guessed that something so beautiful could be so tragic.
But it is tragic.
Yet so, so beautiful.
That’s what sacrifice is—beauty and tragedy.
It’s pain and suffering for something or someone you love.
And this is the ultimate sacrifice. One stunning act of true love.
This is our story.
Our true love story.
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I’ve known him half my life and I’ve spent half my life fighting my feelings for him. Our relationship isn’t typical nor is it normal; it’s just us. He knows every crevice of me; my likes, my hates, my needs, my quirks. I don’t know what changed but nothing is the same as it was. The closer I fly towards the fire, the more I fear I’ll get burned.
I took her virginity and we’ve been inseparable since. Best friends for over seventeen years, she’s seen me at my best, at my worst and everywhere in between. The primal need that fills me deep inside to protect her, to claim her is getting more and more difficult to ignore. When did friendship morph into something more? Or were the lines always this blurred?
When our pasts finally collide with the present, how do we survive the crossfire?
“Afternoon, baby girl,” he said without turning to look at me.
“Fuck off,” I responded as I walked past him and down the hall to my room. I didn’t hear him until the bedroom door shut and I was pushed up against it.
“You keep talking like that and I might just have to show you what you’ve been missing.” His face was inches from mine; the heat of his breath against my neck. My body relaxed against the door. As much as I’d tried to fight whatever this was between us all these years, this was when I felt most comfortable, most at home.
“I should throw you over my knee and spank the attitude out of you,” he hissed as his hands caressed the globes of my ass.
“Jax…” I moaned as he continued to move his hands over my body.
“Baby girl, you know I am the only one that can give you what you need, not judge you for it.”
I shut my eyes and gave into the sensations that plagued my body. I felt the familiar twinge of excitement in my core. The memories flooded my mind.
“Jax…” I moaned again as he shifted his weight against me, his erection against my abdomen. With him being over a foot taller than me, proportions were off.
Jax moved his hands to my wrists and I dropped the bags I was carrying as he pulled my arms above my head. Securing my hands with just one of his, he moved his free one to the collar of my tank top.
“Just say it…”
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cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do
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longer and more that I do this, it never gets easier to talk about myself. I
think writers are inherently private, why I don’t know, because everything we
write is revealing in some way. But, I love talking about my books and
characters, so I guess, someday, I’ll get used to talking about myself too!
sales and marketing before I retired and I had to write proposals, proformas,
presentations and contracts so I had to have some command of the English
language. It was only after I started writing provocative romance and erotica
that I realized how little command I actually have!! But, I started, in earnest,
writing stories and books in 2010. My first story, The Storm, was published in
2010 by Oysters & Chocolate, an online magazine now defunct. The $10 I
earned mad me a pro! I hope that isn’t a sign of things to come!
I am in in which the woman bathing dozes and feels hands on her, soothing her
tired muscles and becoming more insistent, erotically. She gives herself over
to the sensations and then as she drains the tub thinks she sees a face in the
water. It was the beginning or a romance that spans a century about a seafaring
man that keeps returning to his home to try to find his beloved, Amalya who
died in childbirth. He mistakenly thinks that Emily, now in his home, is she. That is how this all
started and these two characters literally swept me away.
little words, “The End”. In all fairness, writing is a solitary endeavor, so
the loneliness gets to me occasionally, but I have taken to the couch and write
beside my husband as he does his crossword puzzles and watches sports. And I
have my characters to keep me company.
really isn’t true. A melody might, something that happened to me in my life,
someone, or something I saw. Once, on the day that JFK was assassinated, my
Mother and I were shopping in Paris. My Dad was an Air Force colonel and we
were stationed there for three years, but that is a story in and of itself!
Anyway, I saw a man strike a woman across the Champs Elysees in front of the
Arc de Triomphe. The ‘City of Love’ changed for me forever in that one moment.
Things like that inspire me. Politics, for example, do not so everything is not
inspiring to me. I suspect, to sum it up, the human condition is fascinating to
me; how people treat and react to one another at their best and worst, is
what I wrote, I lived. The same is true of Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences,
although not all, for sure. The setting in The Para-Postage of Emily, is
on an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband
and I lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water
and the ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of
the treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic
settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.
Small Island, big gossip! Anyway, we lived there for nearly 20 years. That is
where this story takes place, in a small part of my heart. For Consenting Hearts, The beginning is how I met my husband. The drama surrounding the meeting is pure fabrication, as is the rest of the story, but that is how this lovely piece begins and why.
the drink claiming her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip
luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every
inch as they felt their way to her toes.
swish, swish…and her thong bit into her tender folds as a poignant reminder.
to die in his arms from the mere honeyed scent of the burning leaves.
would anyway. I try to be helpful and supportive. It is so hard to be a writer
today. There are 55,000 new books published monthly. Anyone can write and
publish a book. I can be very discouraging for an author to be read and, as you
know, promotion is time consuming and exhausting leaving little time to do what
you love. I try to do whatever I can to help my friends. I try to be generous
with my time and whatever talent I possess that might be useful to them.
reinforcement is essential to my life-force. It is like getting all dressed up
for a party looking your best, and no one notices if I don’t get reviews. And
it is crushing. You know, shameless self-promotion only goes so far, and that’s
usually with your family! As in anything, word of mouth is the best form of
advertising—and so it goes with books. Oddly enough, while I don’t particularly
care for average reviews, they do not bother me. You cannot please everyone and
one really never knows a reader’s points of reference. Anyway, I am harder on
my work than anyone else could ever be.
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prices went so high. We had a 28’ Grady White. Beautiful boat. But we could eat
lobster every day for what it cost us to go fishing in the Gulf a few times a
month! That takes all the fun out of a hobby. I walk a lot as, like Emily, I
have a wee Havanese dog of 12 fluffy pounds and I sew. I am also a licensed
realtor, although I have been ‘inactive’ for the last year making a heartfelt
effort with my writing. Come to think of it, I have done little else but write
in the last year!!
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an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband and I
lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water and the
ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of the
treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic
settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.
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where this love story takes place, in a small part of my heart. The story of a seafaring
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can’t talk about each of them, however, I love Moonbeams
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am writing a sequel. This is an interracial love story about a famous opera
star and a young beautiful designer. And yes, I did ‘know’ a celebrated opera
star and the famous San Francisco Whitcomb Hotel does exist. My last release,
written with my friend Chrissy Laurence, was in September in the form of Cheerleaders
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some violence that alters the course of my heroine’s life.
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about me and just assume I did. While I would never want alter the course of my
life, that is my second greatest regret. But, I am happy with how my life has
gone; I am wealthy beyond money, I had a great career as a Regional Director
with IBM, and my life has been enriched by all those that have touched me and
continue to love me. I have a wonderful husband who thinks it is funny I write
‘porn’ and a step-son who thinks I am awesome. Could it get any better than
bore you into thinking my books are equally tiresome! They are lovely.
Read some of the reviews, speaking of reviews. It has been an honor to be here
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your friends, family and fans. They are all a special lot and I love each and
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told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of
vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them
move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the
bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she
felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room:
strong, powerful, in control—hot. She
leaned in closer and whispered into his ear.
so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my
was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned
from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion…
would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must
confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you
made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment
like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead
serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes.
home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered
interrupting their locked gaze.
started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and
umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had
a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others
and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them
dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would
stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in
their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer.
piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In
the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation.
broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they
have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie
was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested.
Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?”
Disappointment hung on his voice.
of course not. But, I have a small car.”
problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with
you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one.
You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on?
mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind
if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.”
yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her
they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the
entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear
as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the
lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the
moist center of Sailie’s desire.
to my house when you are finished, won’t you?”
of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you
knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly.
are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to
course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be
there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been
that long—just last night.”
don’t mind him, too, do you?”
Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look
absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look
you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya
at my house.”
kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe
into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had
her mojo melting.
on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.”
sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?”
Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.”
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older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged
and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force
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Coming November 1st from Yellow Silk Dreams and Muffy Wilson along with 21 of the freshest, most talented bestselling NYT, USA Today and Amazon authors with Sizzling Holiday Stories that’ll light your fireplace and warm your cockles!!
Rebecca is a beautiful ATF agent, sent undercover to bring down an outlaw biker gang. Unfortunately for her, Gavin makes it almost impossible to think about anything but his dreamy body. Rebecca solves the case, and accidentally falls in love with the Outlaw biker president of the Sinister Sons Syndicate, and goes on another scary adventure. Will Rebecca survive the new mission, or will this be her last?
Rebecca takes another dangerous mission, this time in California. Rebecca becomes reckless and the outcome won’t leave her unscathed. Will Rebecca’s bad boy biker Gavin be reunited, or will she be alone forever?
My eyes got wide thinking of how I was going to accommodate such a large shaft. He watched in excitement as he pulled my thong free from my freshly waxed core. I was obviously wet from our heavy petting session, and just waiting to be conquered. He reached his hands down and rubbed his fingers up between my wetness. A guttural sound came from him as he felt how ready I was for him.
Gavin slowly kissed his way down my body, taking my pink nipple into his mouth. I arched my back into him which only made him take it further into his mouth. His fingers continued to touch my wetness as I felt him slowly stick two fingers inside of me, I could feel his passion pressed hard against my leg, as I waited for him to climb on top of me. He removed his mouth from my nipple and conquered my mouth, as he slid in between my waiting legs. I felt him adjust himself to maneuver himself inside of me. He slowly lowered his body on top of mine, inching himself inside of me. He looked down between our bodies, as he watched himself pressing into my tightness and whispered in my ear.
“You’re so tight, I promise I won’t hurt you.” I moaned in response, as I pressed myself upwards taking the entirety of his large manhood deep inside my tight wetness.
My body convulsed as I took him deeper and deeper inside me. He hissed and slowly started to press himself in and out. I could already feel my orgasm building as he groped my breast hard and leaned in to press his lips hard against mine. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as my body convulsed and we both rode our orgasms until we were panting and holding each other tighter, as he spilled his seed deep inside of me.
He leaned in and kissed my mouth hard, before he removed himself from me, and rolled to his side to hold me.
He chuckled before he said, “There is something about you, that I can’t get enough of. I’m sorry I pushed you into this, I know we really just met but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve never felt like this before.”
I laid in his arms and we watched as the sun set beyond the horizon. The pink, and orange streaked the sky as we cuddled naked on the quilt. I’ve never felt at such peace.
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It’s FINALLY here – the naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.
Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.
Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.
Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…
If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.
He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”
Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.
With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”
“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.
“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.
“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.
“It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”
“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.
“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”
She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.
He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.
Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“I’m that good, huh?”
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So what’s new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?
Imaginative Bondage – Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition – a carousel – before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.
Marianna and the ‘No Panties’ rule – What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she’s about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her ‘no panties’ punishment – which involves her walking around the office with… yes, you’ve guessed it… her panties around her ankles.
Mark and Jenny – Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she’ll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass. A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.
Redcliff – This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!
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A little bit about Christina Mandara:
Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
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