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(I've been a part of the collarme community intermittently over the past few years; it appears posting this fits within the site's guidelines and TOS – if I've overlooked something and it's not, I'm happy for it to be removed.)
"Taste: An Aristocratic Femdom Love Story"
Free: This sexually explicit femdom novella will be available free of charge (via Kindle) on Wednesday 08 May and Thursday 09 May (Pacific Time). Bon appétit ;)
Excerpts: can be found below.
Novella Description: When an accidental discovery reveals that one of them is involved in a loving BDSM relationship with a naturally dominant woman, identical twins Freddie and Luke find themselves embarking on a highly emotional journey. As they struggle to understand and reconcile their sharply differing sexual perspectives, their lifelong closeness is shaken as never before by a conflict that reaches to the very core of their beings. A moving and sexually explicit account of four young people blessed and bound by privilege, this story explores themes of power, status and identity in a narrative form that combines a literary sensibility with graphic femdom erotica.
Links:
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Taste-Aristocratic-Femdom-Story-ebook/dp/B00CNZCK6C
US: http://www.amazon.com/Taste-Aristocratic-Femdom-Story-ebook/dp/B00CNZCK6C
First Paragraphs:
"The idea that I would do something I was so completely averse to, physically and emotionally (and sometimes morally) was unfathomable. That my drive to see you as happy as possible would overtake almost any aversion I had – was staggering to me. That drive to please you is something I no longer wish away. My life would end without it."
[Luke’s email]:
I saw the note above when I used your phone last week. I admit it's really starting to bother me.
[Freddie’s reply]:
Sorry for the delay. Busy morning.
Not sure why you're concerned; also not sure when/why you were using my phone?
[Luke’s email]:
Wednesday. You left it on Dad's extra desk during lunch at the Estate Office. I checked your calendar about a meeting I missed. That draft was open.
[Freddie’s reply]:
And your concern?
[Luke’s email]:
Really? ... Erm. OK. -> 1 | That you've lost your mind. 2 | That you're not who I think you are. 3 | That you're monumentally fucking over Steph (not confident you remember her -> she's the one who just agreed to marry you), who's seen both of us through some unspeakable social crap, without one misstep, even as kids. 4 | That I might well be the first identical twin in the history of our ancestry to disown the other.
Yeah. Those kinds of concerns.
[Freddie’s reply]:
Sorry again for another delay. But not sorry to politely request that you mind your own business. (And for the record, I quite realise you had to do some digging to get to that draft; in no way whatsoever was it open.)
[Luke’s email]:
It is indeed my business. If this person, whoever she is, is influencing you so massively, I should know and Dad should know. The estate's at stake; so is your title.
[Freddie’s reply]:
It took twenty-eight years for you to finally fucking say it. Look, I can't help birth-order shit. If I could, I'd quite happily give that seven minutes back and you could be in line. Let's talk about this in person. Too important. (Admittedly rather stunned by this exchange; we're two calm personalities, let's relax and sort it at home – I'll be there by 8.30pm.)
[Luke’s email]:
There's no way I'm talking about this in person. I want everything documented. Either discuss it here – or I'll go to Dad and show him the photo of the draft. Your choice. (Thirty dukedoms remain? And you're playing games with one of them?)
[Freddie’s reply]:
Go to Dad then. And go to hell afterwards. (Unbelievable that you've violated my privacy in the worst kind of way – and that you're now trying to lecture on the subject of integrity.)
****
Although unplanned, a perfect evening together after such an unexpectedly horrible day. She did that to him. Every time.
Now quite happily lost in stroke-loving himself to her exact instruction. Face to face, eye to eye, she sitting, he kneeling comfortably at her just-as-comfortably crossed legs.
As she softly says to quicken his rhythm, she leans in and takes her hands to cup his cheeks, cradling his face – feeling every bit of his love for her, pulse from his skin, to her fingers and palms. Staying quiet as she likes, only necessary sounds seep through: the stifled breaths, the subsequent full-stroke-length ... and quickly back. Then over again. And over. Till she whims for an edge. He obliges with a kind of grace, restraint and abandon that only practice of such an odd balance can bring.
"You're amazing" slips quietly from her tongue and lips, as one hand gently drops to his shoulder, while the other pulls back slightly and takes a proper slap to his face.
And then just as softly, "I really do adore you, you know that ... I know you know that", as another sting-slap is given adeptly from relatively close range.
She pauses, then smiles widely, "And isn't it a rather lovely coincidence that the more I do this, the more you're swelling so beautifully for me?"
He nods a brief "yes", felt sweetly on his collar bone where her hand lies resting.
She barely whispers, still eye to eye, smile fading, "It's been ages since I've slapped you to orgasm. A tad tame for how I'd felt tonight. Promise me you'll do your best."
Knowing better than to use words at that moment, he takes another half-nod yes – and then for an instant, his brother's earlier words wash over him. But as ever, what she wants, whatever will bring a smile to her face, trumps all.
Just before he lets go, emotionally and otherwise, he confirms through his subtle longing expression that his timing is right.
Seeing the brightness and such genuine pleasure in her eyes, as she slaps that particular climax from him, is precisely why nothing else matters.
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