Posts Tagged ‘fantasy’

My Pleasure Is His Pleasure

January 5th, 2015 2 comments

20091004-IMG_1003I feel like I’m in training again.

I guess I sort of am. I mean, you don’t go years without doing something without losing a little bit of it, right?

One of Master’s go-to fantasies (that he’s only taken the opportunity to fulfill once) is placing me in the hands of an alpha for whom I have no respect. Someone he trusts to not go too far, but who I act as if I think I’m above because of their personality flaws.

That sounds really bad, but if you’ve roamed the kinky internet halls as often and as long as we have, you meet some seriously fucked up motherfuckers. I mean, that’s life in general, right? There are some people wandering the earth who are pretty much just dicks. And some of those people aren’t really dicks, they’ve just rubbed us the wrong way for some reason. Master gets off on the idea of making me submit to one of those people. Read more…

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NaNoWriMo – Holy fucking shit.

November 3rd, 2012 1 comment

I don’t finish things. I just don’t. I still say it’s the whole reason I don’t have a published book. I’ve had lots of great ideas in my life, I just…don’t finish things.

So, naturally, I decided to try NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve decided that even if what I end up with is completely and utterly stupid, at least I tried, eh?

I’m at 6098 words on day three, which is made more impressive by the fact that I wrote 4000 of those words today.

Here’s my stats page. The novel is tentatively named “It’s not what you think!” because it started out sounding very romance-novel-ish. The synopsis is SUPER SHORT and the excerpt on my novel page is, too, but I figure those will develop with time. AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE ACTUAL STORY IS!!!

I know. I’ve got these freakin’ runaway characters who just keep dancing around the reason I’m writing about them. But I’m enjoying the story, so far, and I figure if I can just hit 50,000 words in November, I can tie it all together in December.

Anyway, how’s an excerpt from one of the twenty different scenes I’ve begun to build so far sound? I thought so, too.

“Frosty wasn’t exactly forthcoming with everything he knew. I can’t read his thoughts, but I can read his emotions. He was definitely nervous about something, and it was worse when he told me none of the leaf people would harm us inside his inn. I believe that part. They don’t believe in settling things with violence. But they’re not above hiring others to do violence for them. We are not safe here. It is the safest place for us, though. All of the people working and staying here are on our side.”

“How can you be sure?”

“They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. Frosty’s a pretty good judge of character. The only way to infiltrate his group would be to turn someone already in it. And Frosty’s one hell of a guy. There’s not a person close to him that he hasn’t saved in some way.” Adelita looked at Jasper. “Anyone like Giants Cap would be hard-pressed to get in here.”

“Giants cap?” Delores looked at Jasper. “You didn’t say anything about a Giants cap.”

“There was a guy in a Giants cap in the bar where I found Adelita. Why?”



“Could he make the air thick?”

“Yeah, but Adelita can, too.”

“You can?” Delores sounded surprised.

“Yeah. I figured out how to manipulate the air when I was little. Saved my life a time or two. What’s the big deal?”

“It takes a special kind of invisible mage to play with the air. Giants Cap wasn’t an invisible mage. He has to use magic to be invisible. You have to use magic to stop being invisible unless someone knows you or has seen you kill.”

“I’m not an invisible mage, either.”

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Our Public Perception

May 30th, 2011 Comments off

We get a bad rap, you know that, don’t you?  The vanilla world, as much as they might like to pretend that they’re accepting of those of us in the BDSM world, would be appalled at some of the things we do, or worse, allow to be done to us.  I’m sure there are plenty of couples that experiment with a bit of bondage (that’s what the four post bed was invented for, right).  There may even be some that engage in a bit of slap and tickle.  But, every vanilla person I’ve ever seen come face to face with hard core, intense, BDSM reacts the same way, in display, if not in words.  “Ew, that’s sick.” Read more…

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