Partner

To you,

my love.

I give you this,

a small token,

for all that you do.

From the moment you entered my life,

you saved my soul,

gave me hope.

You saved my life.

I told you how I felt,

took the risk,

 told you how I felt.

It worked!

You felt the same for me,

Why? I did not care.

On that day,

you became mine,

and I became yours;

your partner.

Now,

nearly three months later,

I love you more than words can describe.

You have given me:

love,

hope,

p

u

r

p

o

s

e

for that,

I am speechless.

Just know this:

I will always love you,

cherish you,

 be there,

for you,

always

and

forever.

Interview with Chase Boehner

Good day readers! I am happy to be sitting down with my guest Chase Boehner. He is a very talented erotic author, and very underrated in my opinion. His tales aren’t the typical erotic shorts either, their is much more emotion involved than many other erotic shorts (and yes I read a lot of erotic stories). In the stories that Chase writes he creates a world that immediately grabs your attention and pulls you immediately into the action. Make sure to check out his blog here

Why did you choose erotica over any other genre?

 I chose erotica for three main reasons. I wanted to get my publishing feet wet and it seemed like a good community to jump into and get feedback from. That has certainly been the case. Second, it is a hot genre right now so I felt like writing in this particular field would yield some very instant results in terms of if I should keep writing or pursue other passions. Third, it’s a fun genre to write in and who doesn’t want to sit down and have some fun while also being productive? I did.

Do you plan on writing in any other field? If so, which?

I plan to definitely expand. I have notebooks full at home of short horror stories. Getting the time to sort through them though has been difficult. Horror is a genre I’ve always felt connected to but felt that the genre itself has never received enough credit. There are brilliant pieces of fiction out there but if you approach them with a limited view and only ever buy what everyone else buys you miss out on what makes a genre special.

Explain your writing process: For example, where do your ideas come from? How you go about writing things down? How do you come up with your characters? Are the stories based on real life experiences?

My process isn’t all that complicated. As a writer I always have a bunch of characters talking to me and begging to get out. The erotic ones have always been there. I don’t set out with I am going to write a story about this. Inspiration strikes me suddenly and unawares most of ther time. Take the short story Sharing Kate. I was a third of the way through writing Allen and Allie part three when I hit a small block.I had to wait for the scene to naturally progress in my mind. When I hit a block I start writing something else so I am at least creating. I opened a new notebook and Sharing Kate flowed off my pen from there with no pre-thought. It was a good writers block because that story came from there and has been greatly received.

 So my favorite character you have crafted is Natalie so What spawned her creation and will we see more of her?

Again Natalie just flowed naturally off the pen. I started The Room with a basic idea and when I sat down Allie was standing outside a porn store with a friend named Dana. As I wrote it Allie ended up knowing the owner and Natalie was born. She forced her way into my mind and she has a definite future in many stories. She may even have some stand alone fiction on the way.

 How did your family react to you writing erotica? 

My wife is my biggest supporter. She has been involved from the start and has done nothing but told me she is proud of me for realizing my dream of writing. She is the perfect person for me in every aspect of my life.

5 people who have helped you the most?

So many have helped from established friends to newly made friends. Of my established friends two really stick out. Brandi and my friend Michael have know since my first publication. Michael proof read my first book gave me some confidence to proceed. Brandi has a more involved role. she not only proofreads but also has added little flares into each story that needed a push here or there. Her advice and help have been incredible and she has made each book of mine better for her involvement. Going to have to give you six friends total here. Ashley, who was my first real fan and became a fast friend. She is a total giver and supporter. Beth, who has also been in my corner and is another total giver. These ladies give great feedback and they know how to criticize without being crude. And then we have Mia who has come on and helped me edit all my books to give them more polish. Her contributions have greatly improved my narrative and she has taught me many things which have helped me develop as a writer. And lastly, Aphrodite Smiles who contacted me about working on my covers. A true blessing that gave my books that final polish and incredible appearance. Working and being friends with all these people has really been extraordinary and they are a pivotal part of my joy in this field.

 Can you give us any glimpse into the life of the man behind Chase? And is there a story behind the pen name?

There is not much to glimpse. The real man behind the Chase name is a simple family man. Nothing is more important to me than my wife and son. They are the reason I have drive and confidence to pursue my dreams. What and who I am begins and ends with them. As for the pen name I really just wanted something light and fun. I wanted it to almost be ironic but also playful and cheesy much like my real personality. I never want to take myself too seriously. My pen name reminds me to keep it light and fun and who I am reminds me to include some heart at the core of everything I write.

What are you currently working on (or recently completed) and what’s next for Chase?

Currently I am working on Girls Night with Allen, the third story in the Allen and Allie series. I am also working on extending a short I wrote of Natalie and Dana for inclusion in a collected shorts volume I want to release in the next month or two. Beyond that whatever invades my head and demands to be written down…lol

There you go ladies and gentlemen! Want to say thank you to Chase for the sit down and thank you to all those that took the time to read. I strongly recommend that if you have not yet go out and buy Chase’s books here:

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ChaseBoehner

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Chase-Boehner/e/B009YAPA1Q

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chase.boehner.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ChaseBoehner

Good Boy Part 1

“You have been such a good boy tonight my pet!” Exclaimed Miss Scarlett
“Thank you Mistress!” I quickly reply my cock hard even after soaking the insides of my leather pants from my first orgasm.
“Stand!” she ordered “I am feeling quite generous tonight and you shall be rewarded for your behavior”
Obeying I suppress a smile.
“On the bed and on your back” She further instructed, and again I obey loving each command she gave me.

Lying on the bed I take in her full beauty. Blond hair accented with black tips fell lightly down her ample breasts. Those perfect tits filled up my favorite green corset that she wore especially for me today. My eyes continue down her body looking at a pair of black ruffled panties that complimented the green corset perfectly. I gaze further down and find she had my favorite pair of black pumps on, further hardening me to an almost painful erection.

Coming up beside me she grabbed my erection through my pants nearly sending me over the edge; but I know the rule, never and I mean never cum without permission. She smiled at the look of hunger and pure desire on my face. Scratching a single finger up my chest; she took my chin into my hand and whispered

“Tonight pet, you don’t need my permission”

          “Yes Miss Scarlett” I replied blissfully

She kissed me deeply moving down my jawline to my neck. The soft kisses were quickly replaced with hard bites at the tendons on the base of my neck. She began to slide her hand down my pants grabbing my cock firmly stroking it nice and slow. Not needing her permission I release my seed into her hand cumming much harder than the first time.  Slowly she removed her hand and began to lick up my cum from her hand but didn’t swallow, instead she came in kissing me deeply sliding her tongue into my mouth letting me taste myself.

“You taste good my pet” she said wiping a small drop from her lips.

          “Thank you Mistress”

Thinking my reward was over I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow. However, Miss Scarlett had other plans. Quick as a flash she removed my pants taking my cock into her hands and ever so gently begin to lick the side from the base to the tip where she nipped gently. Hardening almost instantly, I think to myself: what is she trying to do give me stretch marks? I look up and see her gently stroking my now rock hard cock and sucking just the tip. Moaning in approval I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as she took me deep into her mouth and hum.

She grazed up to the tip and licking my slit as it rests just barely in her mouth. Tightening her grip on my dick she began stroking me faster while coaxing the pre-cum into her mouth with that skillful tongue. All I can do is scream her name and thrust deeper as I flood her mouth with my liquid warmth. Still licking she makes sure to get every last drop before swallowing my load.

Breathless, after the third and very potent and powerful orgasm, I collapse onto the bed. She began to kiss her way up my sweaty body kissing me deeply on the lips.

“Rest little one you will need your strength for you still haven’t received your full reward”

L’anima è in gabbia

 

Staring,

at the cold iron bars

gazing up at the stars,

in gabbia

~

what to write?

What to say?

these words I cannot array

in gabbia

~

Wishing I was there

to comfort you,

i am not, this much is true

in gabbia

~

Life getting in the way

Obscuring our time together

One day soon my dear heather

in gabbia

~

things get in the way,

just know my love is strong

it has been all along

in gabbia

~

We are apart now

in separate cages for now

this won’t be always, I won’t allow

we will be together

io prometto

Dominique

Continued from “My Turn” https://blog4brandon.wordpress.com/2013/02/18/my-turn/

backing off,

I withdraw my touch

you tried to take control

You shall be punished, i know this much

~

I retreat,

to the table of tools

used on me many times, I grab whip

I pull off the bow, to the bed it pools

Taking aim,

The first strike, across your right cheek

Instantly turning red, you shriek

I pause, admiring your physique

~

I caress,

up you back with the whip

I lean and whisper, “what do you say?”

“Thank you sir, may I have another?” you let slip

~

I pinch,

each nipple tightly

turning them redder and harder

“Yes you may” i whisper lightly

~

The next,

falls upon your left cheek,

much harder then the first

Again you make your request, “Yes Dominique”

~

Next three,

come in quick succession

perfectly red, you beg for more

The moans, and whimpers are under suppression

~

Punished,

You rest, your perfect ass, now scored

I unhook your restraints, but leave the blindfold

“little one” I whisper “It’s time for your reward”

My turn

This moment

forever I will save it

you have set me free

and it’s My Turn

I look to the bed,

Face down, your alabaster skin,

glowing in the pale moonlight

this night, nothing short of sin

~

Walking to you, with blind fold in hand

I secure it over your ice blue eyes

I press my lips to yours, deeply

before securing your hands in ties

~

I kiss down your back

goosebumps appear, you shiver

down, kissing each of your cheeks,

I kiss lower to your lips, you quiver

~

parting them with my fingers

delving my tongue deep into your slit

trusting back, you invite me deeper

I withdraw, and my hand leaves it’s imprint

~

“No, tonight is my night little one”

The Eye

Tell-Tale Heart
Redone

After such a heinous act

how can I be so calm

I tell you this in a pact

never tell for fear of The Eye

~

I remember

like yesterday

sitting there,

staring into The Eye

I felt it in the air

That’s when I knew

I had to take it,

remove The Eye

~

Crazy, and mad

you might think of I

Smile at you

I hold your gaze with My Eye

~

Now, sit and stay

be a good lad

sit down as tell

this tale of the heart gone mad

~

You should have seen me young lad

Meticulously was I

As I planned for those seven days;

how to steal that Eye

~

You would have loved to see

Oh I was so cunning

Almost salivating now

my plan was stunning

~

Upon each night I creep

Into the room of The Bligh

at midnight, observing

watching the Evil Eye

~

Cracking the door

I poke my head in, exposed

Ha! Would a crazy be as careful?

there the eye lay, closed

~

Seven nights did this occur

each night the same as the last, I swear

On the eighth, again I enter

This time he calls “who’s there?”

~

Silenced remained,

I lingered still

quiet as ever

Twas quite the thrill

~

“It is nothing but the wind in the chimney

it is only a mouse crossing the floor,

It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.”

he uttered

~

Though comforting the eye might try

Death lingered, so close by

Laying back down, continued on did I

I released a soft sigh

~

That’s when the feelings came

Anxiety crept over with no warning

Nervous? but how? I was so sure

Then, I thought, their would be no mourning

~

A shriek from my lips

to the bed I ran

dragging out the eye to the floor

Pulling the bed over the old man

~

Standing back

peeling back the planks

concealing him

to the floor I gave thanks

~

The deed done and finished

relishing in the moment

this act forever with me

for life I would have to own it