Three free this weekend!

Here I am buoyed up by my fan base. You're so helpful for some reason! Also, how do you like my new hiphuggers?

Here I am buoyed up by my fan base. You’re so helpful for some reason! Also, how do you like my new hiphuggers?

I follow basketball off and on, and today’s big news is the Coach Mike Rice video where he abuses his Rutgers players.

While I was watching it, I got in the mood for some good old humiliation and BDSM erotica stories…

Poor Rutgers! Poor players!

Whether you’re a blog reader with amazing good taste or a sad Rutgers fan, you deserve free erotica!

Free Days for Three eBooks this weekend!

Yellow Summer: Adventures of a Pee Slut — free 4/6–4/7!

Dakota Gets Spanked — free 4/6–4/7!

Elvis is Telepresent — free 4/6–4/7!


Dakota Gets Spanked book cover Elvis is Telepresent Yellow Summer
Pick them up starting Saturday! If you like the stories — please leave a review! Mwaaah!

Yellow Summer is Free on Amazon!

The wonderful Antoinette M– has posted about my free stories on her blog. That made me realize that I hadn’t announced them on my own blog! In fact, it’s been so long since my last big update, I wondered if I could even remember my own password!

Spoiler alert: I did.

How do you know about my free offers, even when I neglect to update my blog? I never forget my mailing list! Join it by clicking the link at the top right of every page on this site! Joining, you also get codes that make my stories free on my Smashwords.com author page.

Yellow Summer: Adventures of a Pee Slut is now available… free! Yellow Summer is the quirky erotic romance between Lanna Langenhaft, a bubbly young college student, and Gael Ceannaideach, a severe, eccentric Scottish lord who is trying to run a fetish nightclub in the USA.

Yellow Summer is Free on Amazon for Kindle through Tuesday, January 8!

Book description:

“It’s Bridget Jones meets the Bangbus and then they crash into
a fetish club where she falls in love and saves everyone.”

—J.D. via the internet

The book cover that screams class.

The book cover that screams class.

Lanna Langenhaft is in a rut. Crappy boyfriend, angry father, no job, and a long empty summer ahead.

One day she wanders into a fetish club and they put her to work as the “Bathroom Girl”—half eye-candy, half janitor. She meets the club’s mesmerizing owner, Gael. He’s an eccentric Scotsman with anger issues, a muscular build, and abdominals ripped like a parachute accident. Lanna is precisely the type of bubbly weirdo he can’t stand… but he can’t stay away from her, either.

Soon, Lanna has a dysfunctional, adopted fetish-family—and a icky new fetish of her own: golden showers! She’s finally taking control of her life, when suddenly a figure from her past threatens to take it all away.

Can Lanna save her family, save the club, and snag an irritable Scotsman all at the same time? She’ll try her best. It will need a lot of sex and watersports.

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Yellow Summer is a story about empowerment through getting peed on. It’s a story of personal em-pee-werment. Yes, you just read that. It’s the pee story for people who don’t like pee stories.

So… you don’t think peeing is awesome? Just consider a life where you can’t pee at all! That’s what I thought.

Here’s more reading, now that I’ve captured your interest:

I used this picture in my research (“pee-search”) blog posting. Why am I recycling it here? Just look at her dress, people. She’s killing it. Wouldn’t you want to be blogged about more than once if you had a red dress like that?

Young woman doing pee-search.

Excuse me, sir! Urine my way. I’m doing pee-search for my lavatory. I’ll publish it in the journal, “Bladder Homes and Gardens.” Urea-ly should subscribe. It’s sort of edgy and excre-ri-mental.
(Okay I’m out. Look at my tight red dress!!)
(c) Can Stock Photo

You’re in Therapy, or URINE Therapy? Same diff.

Kara Crabb never looks entirely comfortable gargling her own pee. Confirm for yourself by watching her pee video at this link. (Warning: Video is about a girl gargling her own pee.) 

You should be aware that the video is not sexy, it is committed investigative journalism shot with a hand-cam in a dimly lit bathroom. Thus, it might be safe for work, depending on how fucked your workplace is. Are you a janitor? Do you mop the floors of XXX theaters or hotel rooms? It’s safe for you.

But forget safe. It’s also hilarious!

It’s a perfectly acceptable practice that ancient barbarians participated in. See, there’s a book. You can’t make a createspace.com account if you’re, like, crazy. Right?

To celebrate my completion of my pee-story Yellow Summer, I went on an internet search for other pee stories and experiences.

DH said he’d give me a yellow shower. He didn’t disappoint!

I thought it would be easy. If you type “p” in Google it autocompletes “Piss-happy wives who won’t leave you alone.” At least it does on my husband’s computer.

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Won’t someone pee on me? Please?

Never having written a pee story before, there was a lot of research I needed to do.

After doing some googling, I learned that more than babies come out of my crotch. Pee comes out too! And some other things we won’t talk about. We’re mostly about the pee.

When I started writing my latest fetish novella, Yellow Summer, I wasn’t sure I could bring it off. By the time I finished, I was bringing it off quite frequently.

Just something I threw on, DH. My urinal dress. Oh! I just remembered, it’s date night! So what do YOU want to do?

People, it’s as simple as this: pee is sexy. And no, Idon’tknowwhy it’s so sexy. There’s just something about it. Could it be the complete, abject submission of the woman getting peed upon? Could it be her acquiescence to the male need to pee on her? Somehow she remains herself, even though the act resonates with power over her.

Who said being peed upon is an insult? Was it some psychology grad student? Because it certainly wasn’t Shakespeare. Shakespeare remains mute on the subject of gender domination and urination. I wonder, am I being too California-sensitive about this? I don’t know. I’m not Californian. Is that why I’m confused about urine?

Obviously I had a lot of questions. I needed to do more research into whether I felt dominated or not. I went to DH who was watching TV. He looked like he didn’t want to get up and pee on anything, which is rare for him. I engaged him on an intellectual level.

“Heeeyyyyy,” I said.

He was having none of it. “I’m all tapped out, Linds, leave me alone. Game’s on.”

“No, really. Heeeyyyyy.”

“Linds, can’t you go have an affair or something? There must be someone else you can pester.”

The fool! He thought I was talking about nookie, not bladder release.

Read on for how I terrorized him…

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