Please help me welcome romance writer Ann Mayburn with us today! Her books are sizzling hot. As a part of the Writer Marketing Services Blog Tour she is here today to talk about The Sensual Side of BDSM and share an excerpt of her latest release, Sensation Play. (Did I mention the excerpt is smokin?)
The Sensual Side of BDSMWhen I first tell people that I write BDSM themed romance the first response is wide eyes and a scandalized whisper of 'you write that?' I know right away what kind of BDSM they are picturing. The whips, chains, hardcore stuff that seems to dominate every media depiction of BDSM out there. While there are a great many people who practice, and love, the hardcore stuff, I've always been drawn to the softer side of BDSM.
As a woman I fell in love with the 'scene' for many reasons, but the main one being that in BDSM a great deal of the seduction and sexuality happens in your mind. Oh yes, your body is involved as well, but a really good Dom is as interested in what is going inside of you as well as outside. Since women's sexual response is more connected, in my opinion, to her mind than her body this can lead to some really remarkable sex and intimacy.
In my short story, Sensation Play, I've written a story about a woman, Erica, who wants more from her sex life, but hasn't found the right man to give her what she needs. Enter Janus, a former German cage fighter and Dom who specializes in sensual torture. Yes, sensual torture. It's much easier to show you what I mean than explain it, so here is a naughty snippet from Sensation Play. This is from the point of view of Janus because I want to give you a glimpse into the mind of the Dom.
Removing the Wartenberg wheel from his duffle bag, he disinfected its sharp spikes with an alcohol wipe. Originally used as medical devices for testing nerve response, the BDSM community had learned long ago that they worked wonders during sensation play. Not sharp enough to pierce the skin without lots of pressure, those spikes would create different sensations all over the body depending on how they were used.
Erica's breasts moved with her rapid breath as she strained to see beyond the blindfold. With an experienced sub he wouldn't have tolerated the outbursts she had shown during their play, but this was her first time so he gave her some leeway. If everything went well, he'd have the rest of his life to play with her.
“Sir?” she said in a soft voice, breaking him out of his thoughts. God, he loved how she said that in her American accent.
Instead of answering her, he placed his palm on her stomach, pressing down into her softness and reassuring her that he was still with her. He ran the wheel lightly over her hip, causing her to jump, but his strength held her in place as he continued to run it up each of her ribs, eliciting giggles and sighs. Each pass awakened her nerves, his intention to bring her focus back to her body.
It worked. Soon she stilled beneath his palm, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as he ran the tiny spikes closer and closer to her nipples. They had relaxed somewhat after her orgasm, but the tips soon grew hard and rose red as the wheel pressed into her outer areola. He grasped her nipple and held it tight, pinching it and pulling upward. With her breast held taut, the spikes gave the impression of pins cutting the skin as he ran it over her areola.
Her answering low moan made him smile, almost as much as the way she fought to keep her hands above her head. The sight of her battling her instinct to pull away pleased him and made him twist her nipple all the harder. She didn't have particularly sensitive breasts, so he had to play a little rough to get a response out of her. Not that he minded. By the time he was done, she would be receptive to the slightest breeze.
Pulling on her other nipple, he repeated the play, noting how she arched into his touch. Abruptly he released her breast, enjoying how it rocked with her pants. He ran the wheel over her chest and down each arm, paying special attention to her fingertips. By now her body should be buzzing.
“Show me that pretty scheide, I mean pussy.”
Are you back from your cold shower yet? I hope you enjoy Sensation Play and I hope that you find the courage to ask for what you want in the bedroom, be it for your man to slap you on the ass and call you sally or vice versa. ;)
Retired German cage fighter, Jonas Becker, has finally settled down in Las Vegas to open his own training center. A chance meeting with his dream woman at a charity ball leads him to hanging out at her favorite coffee shop where he overhears the perfect opportunity to win her over. One orgasm at a time.
Erica Alman is sick of her overprotective older brother's ruining her love life, especially after they chased away that amazing mystery man that she had danced with a the charity ball six months ago. With the help of her best friend, she signs up with the 1 Night Stand dating service. Her request is simple. She wants a dangerous, rough man to fake break into her hotel room at the Castillo resort and force her to have multiple orgasms. Oh, and she wants the man to be big, bald, and have a German accent, just like Jonas.
Using every ounce of his skill as an experienced Dom, Jonas hopes to win Erica over before the night ends. He can only hope that the pleasure he can bring her would make the beautiful woman look past his scarred and battered exterior to the man within who can give her sensations like no other.
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.