Happy Valentine's Day from Lee Fisher

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Belladonna - LZ72RL

Boots & Leather - DL76D

Night Out - VD92M




Night Out is re-releasing just in time for Valentine's Day, with two brand-new sex scenes!

Liam comes home from work to find only one conversation heart left in the candy bowl. It says, Bite Me. His lover, Jason, produces the other candies and tells him the heart left in the bowl is a clue. The only other clue is that they’re going out for dinner. Normally Jason is terrible at keeping secrets, and he almost always cooks for them. Liam has no idea what Jason has planned.

Excerpt:

Working my way from the base of his throat, I kissed a line down his chest, nuzzling the sparse patch of hair between his pecs. He was panting softly as I continued lower, my hands sliding down his arms so I could still hold him. When my tongue dipped below the waistband of his yoga pants, he spread his legs so quickly that he almost kneed me in the head.

“Cooking got you all hot and bothered again?”

“Ha, ha. I haven't been cooking. I've been rearranging the pantry.” He looked down at me, defiantly. He and I have a long-standing rule: if he ever arranges the spices alphabetically, I'm outta here. “No, I didn't.”

“Good.” I slid my hands under his ass so I could tug the elastic-waisted pants down. He wasn't wearing underwear.

“Bare ass on the counter, Liam!”

“I'll clean it. Unless you want me to stop?”

I could almost smell his mind working on that one—dirty kitchen counter and sex, or clean counter and none?

He nodded, briskly, squirming a little to help me undress him.

“I thought so,” I told him, smugly.

“Shut up,” he said, very softly and without any heat.

“Make me,” I said, pulling his pants down around his ankles and gagging myself very effectively.

After a few minutes, Jason laughed, pushing me away. “The counter isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to sit,” he reprimanded, gently. “If we’re doing this—and we are—let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

I licked my lips cheekily, grinning up at him, my hand slowly stroking over his spit-slick dick. I was impressed he could still talk, and I’d definitely have to do something about that. “All right. If you want to go all the way upstairs to the bedroom...”

He whined, a high-pitched, wordless sound of frustration. He visibly struggled with himself, then said, “Couch. But put down a blanket first!”

While he might allow brief nudity on a wipeable surface like the counter, there was no way either of our bare butts were ever going to touch his white leather couch. He had brought it into the relationship, and if we ever broke up, God help him, it was going back out with him.  

After covering the couch in a soft blanket, I returned to the kitchen and picked him up again, grunting a little with effort this time—carrying him was a lot harder than just setting him on the counter. I laid him out on the couch, taking a moment to just drink in the sight of him, naked and aroused and wanting me.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, smiling softly.

He blushed, then threw a pillow at me. I could see his hips rolling ever so slightly, and I didn’t think he’d let me stare for long without touching him.

“Can you sit up? Gorgeous as you are like this, it’d make things easier.”

He nodded, cheeks still pink, before swinging his legs around and spreading them wide to give me easy access.

I knelt on the flokati rug in front of him, one hand on each of his thighs, just breathing on him for a moment, taking in the scent of his arousal, letting him feel my warm breath on his skin.

He moaned, and I imagined his eyes fluttering shut, but he only gave me a moment before grabbing a handful of my hair—more roughly than usual; what had he been thinking about before I got home?—and pulling me down and forward.

I resisted, just a little, teasing him, drawing out his pleasure because I could and because he wouldn’t tell me what he was planning. I licked his head, relishing the sound he made. He released my hair, petting the top of my head instead of pulling, giving me room to do what I wanted with him. I hoped he’d regret that freedom, that he’d grab me again and force himself deep—but not yet.

I opened my mouth for him, slowly drawing him past my lips and my carefully-covered teeth. I closed my eyes, concentrating only on the feeling, the taste of him, my tongue dancing over his naked cock, exploring.

He moaned again, and the sound had a sharp, needy edge. I felt his hand flex in my hair, but he didn’t pull.

I shifted back a little, giving myself more room to move. Still bracing myself with a hand on each of his legs, I drew away from him until only his head was in my mouth.

His hand tightened again. I was getting to him—triumph.

Taking him as far as I could comfortably again, I slowly built up to a rhythm, feeling him buck and thrust beneath me when I drew back, then sigh and relax when he filled me. I could feel, taste how close he was, but I wanted to make him wait, to make him beg for it, if only with his hand in my hair. He wasn’t there, not yet.

I hummed softly, and he cried out above me. I felt his fingers tense, but they loosened again. I hummed again, taking him just a little deeper than I could manage comfortably for long, then pulled back, leaving him wanting.

He was breathing faster, harder now, getting close to the edge. Right where I wanted him.

After a few more cycles—in...out...in—I slid off entirely, only my hand stroking him now.

He keened, a sound of betrayal.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met, and just for an instant I saw him hesitate before his hand tightened in my hair again, and didn’t release this time. He pulled me down, hard, so my nose was buried in his thick pubic hair. He gave me a little shake, showing he meant it this time.

I pulled back just enough to reach him, and I took him as deep as I could, using speed now more than moving my head all the way forward and back, my tongue lashing him closer to the edge.

He cried out, his whole body tensing, and came down my throat. I swallowed, eagerly, milking every drop out of him with my tongue and lips until he was still again, hand slowly stroking my tangled hair.

“Wow,” he gasped, when he could speak again. “That was—”

“Worth the delay?”

He made a soft grunt that wasn’t quite agreement, but he couldn’t honestly say no.

I lazily stroked his fine, brown hair. He had been dyeing it blond when we first met, insisting that his natural color wasn't fit to be seen, but I had asked to see it grown out just once, and when I hadn't run for the hills, he had let it be.

“Where are we going tonight?” I asked, hoping a little sex had loosened his tongue.

He stuck said tongue out at me, twisting in my arms a little so I could see it. “Not telling.”

“Oh, very mature.”

“And using sex to get me to talk is?”

“Yes. Because sex is mature.”

Lee Fisher is the erotica pen name of T. Strange. Lee has been married to his Sir since 2009, exploring BDSM as a submissive masochist. Lee started writing erotic fanfiction over a decade ago, and now he’s thrilled to share his fantasies and wicked thoughts with you.

Also by Lee Fisher

Belladonna

Night Out

Fucked by Two Stepbrothers - Coming soon!

Stepson's First Time - Coming soon!

Kinky Biker Series

Boots & Leather

Lock & Key - Coming soon!

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BDSMonday - Lock and Key Cover Reveal

It's BDSMonday! 

Today, as promised last week, is a very special BDSMonday. I'm very pleased to present the cover for my upcoming M/M BDSM romance, Lock and Key. It's the sequel to Boots and Leather (and it includes Boots and Leather, for those who haven't read it). I haven't had a kinky story out since Night Out, and it feels great to have a new one on the way. Since I wrote Boots and Leather, I knew I wanted to explore more of Gavin and Terry's relationship, and I'm thrilled to share more of their story with you. 

Blurb: After meeting Terry at a motorcycle show, Gavin is sure he’s found the man of his dreams. While he’s fantasized about BDSM for years, Gavin has never had a play partner and Terry is happy to teach him. After playing together for a few months, Terry has to leave on a business trip. Terry gives Gavin the key to his apartment so Gavin can sleep in, but Gavin isn’t sure he’s ready for that level of commitment. While he likes and trusts Terry—and loves the kinky sex they have together—Gavin has to decide which he can’t give up: Terry, or his freedom. Part one was originally published as Boots and Leather by Torquere Press.

Excerpt: Weighed down by groceries and a bulging duffle bag, I rang Terry’s doorbell.

“It’s open!” he called.

I left the bag in the entryway so he wouldn’t see it and brought the groceries to the kitchen. He was wearing jeans, an apron and nothing else, and he was sexy as hell. I wanted him to ravish me, right there, right then, but he was busily stirring and chopping and other mysterious kitchen pursuits—I’m not much of a cook.

“Don’t come into the bedroom.” I kissed his shoulder.

“Sure.” He gave my butt a quick pat before turning back to his frying pan.

Making sure he wasn’t watching, I carried the heavy bag down the hall to Terry’s bedroom and started unpacking my goodies.

I’ve known I was interested in BDSM for a long time, though I’d never had a play partner of my very own before Terry. Every now and then I’d see something in an adult store or on a website that I just had to buy, for private use or the hope that I would eventually find a top to play with. “Every now and then” adds up over the years, and soon the bag wouldn’t be big enough to hold everything.
I laid it all out on the bed so I could see everything and try to narrow down exactly what I wanted to do with Terry—or rather, have him do to me. As I pulled out each toy, I remembered the fantasy that had made me buy it.

Terry and I haven’t discussed roleplaying yet, and I was still too shy to mention it, and worried he’d think I was immature for wanting to play “let’s pretend”.

Simple was probably best. A scene that took too long to set up could use up all our energy before we’d actually played. I tossed almost everything back in the bag, except for my matching set of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and what had quickly become my favorite toy. It was a jockey bat; similar to a riding crop, but the leather tip was hard instead of flappy. Terry has used it in all sorts of ways—using it the way it was intended, flipping it around to hit me with the handle, striking my thighs or ass with the shaft like a cane, even holding it across the backs of my knees to pin me down.
“I’m ready,” I called.

“Me too. We’d better eat first, or we might not get around to it.”

I was restless. I wanted to play now, but I knew he was right. If we played, we probably wouldn’t leave the bed until morning, and the dinner he’d cooked would go to waste. With a final glance at the toys neatly arranged on the bed, I sauntered out to meet him.

“Are you sure you didn’t own a restaurant in a past life?” I asked, bumping him with my hip while I grabbed a plate. I thought about serving him, but we hadn’t discussed that level of D/s yet, so I only got food for myself.

“I’d go crazy in a restaurant, surrounded by people, everyone in a hurry. I couldn’t even do your job.” He was used to being his own boss; if he felt like working fourteen hours one day, he did. If he wanted to ride to the coast for the weekend, there was no one to stop him but his own deadlines.

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I don't have a buy link yet, but be on the lookout for Lock and Key from Torquere Press on April 29th!

BDSMonday - BDSM 101 by Laci Green

It's BDSMonday!

Sorry about last week everyone...I was sick and I had to work :( But I'm feeling much better now!

Anyway, today I have a video about BDSM 101 by Laci Green. Enjoy!

(NSFW and there is some FSOG-bashing)

BDSMonday - Aftercare Comic

It's BDSMonday!

Today I have a comic about aftercare from Jessi's Art Blog. It's very adorable--and also NSFW.

Have a great week everyone!

Free Read - Belladonna

Sooooo...exciting news in my world *wiggles*

My very first published story, Belladonna, has been re-released...and now it's free!

It's M/M BDSM and it's...very kinky.

BDSMonday - Fetishes Video

It's BDSMonday!

Today I have a video for you. It's an episode of the Midwest Teen Sex Show, which is a hilarious and informative series to teach young people about all kinds of sex and sexuality. I highly recommend it. (I didn't want to put "Teen Sex Show" in the title lest I give the wrong impression...)

It's a very silly video, and definitely not a how-to guide to playing, but I hope you enjoy it!

Sit back, relax, and may I present the Midwest Teen Sex Show - Fetishes!

BDSMonday - Public Play

It's BDSMonday!

Today's topic is playing in public. First, let me be clear--for me, there are only two 'rules' for BDSM. Consent, obviously, is the first one. But the second is, don't freak out the vanilla people. Just like you (probably) don't want to know about strangers' sex lives, they (probably) don't want to know about yours!

That being said, there are a surprising number of ways to play in public or outside your home.

Some easy ones include:

- wearing a buttplug, though I wouldn't recommend doing this for more than a few hours at a time. Not only will your butt probably get sore, it's probably not good to have something in there for too long!

- if you are a penis-having person and you're into CBT or chastity play, there are many, MANY discreet objects you can wear out and about. Again, I wouldn't leave those on for an extended period, at least without learning your body's limits first

- having bondage underneath your clothes

- if I've played recently, I love feeling the bruises and other marks throughout the day, either by touching them on purpose or just finding them stimulated as I go about my business

Then there are sneakier ways that you can do right under unsuspecting noses and they probably won't notice.  I don't consider myself an exhibitionist, but I do enjoy carrying my BDSM relationship across as many aspects of my life as I can, and there is a special thrill at performing a kinky task that no one would ever guess was happening.

I really like it when my Sir orders for me at restaurants, especially if we haven't discussed it ahead of time. I usually get her drinks when we're at family members' houses, or refill her drink if we're at a restaurant and there's a pitcher or teapot at our table.

Some of them are more situational--we painted the exterior of our house this summer. One of the spots could only be reached by standing on the roof. I wanted to be tied off at least a little, so we got to do outdoor, fully public bondage! :D

Or, while we were raking, I was bent over the bag of leaves to squish the air out of it (does anyone else do this?) with my ass in the air, and she gave me a little swat with the rake. I don't think anyone walking past would have looked twice, but we had a 'tee hee' moment.

I would love to hear your ideas, experiences and fantasies when it comes to playing in public!

BDSMonday - Impact Play Infographic

It's BDSMonday!

Today I have an infographic about impact play from DDlgdoodles.

As I'm sure I've said before, I love infographics. Especially kinky ones. So, enjoy!

BDSMonday - Word Association

It's BDSMonday! (And it's almost 9pm...today sort of didn't happen, so this week is going to be quick and easy. And it sort of ties into last week's topic).

What's the first thing that comes into your mind for the following words?

BDSM
Kink(y)
Bondage
Discipline
Dominance
Submission
Sadism
Masochism

Vanilla people are always encouraged to join in, but this week especially!

Is There A Word For This?

Here's something that really amuses me:

My shins are often bruised--most of my non-writing work is pretty hands-on and physical, and I have very fair skin. 

Whenever I come home with an injury, no matter how small, my wife always makes a (pleasantly) big fuss over it. 

And then she'll bite my thighs, leaving bigger, deeper bruises than the ones I had...and we gloat over those. (She does nurse them if they need it, of course, and it's a part of play we both really enjoy.)

Does this happen to anyone else? Is there a word for this type of situation? I wouldn't quite call it ironic...

Got Something To Tell Me, Mom? Or, Spanking Is A Gateway Drug

I never came out and told my mom, "I'm into BDSM." My mother is many things, but stupid isn't one of them, so she guessed most of it on her own. And there are only so many times you can come home with yeah-those-aren't-hickeys-those-are-bite-marks before a person puts two and two together.

I don't remember the context, but I remember her once telling me that all masochists had been really ill as children. I was tempted to ask, "Soooo... I don't remember this illness, or...?" But I didn't really want to get into it with her. Because, awkward.

She also told me that I shouldn't be kinky, because I would just keep needing more and more until I, I don't know, self-destructed or something.

To that I say (but again, not to her): Life is all about progression. Staying at Level One in any activity gets boring after a while. But just because you've canoed the same river multiple times doesn't mean you're going to suddenly attempt to canoe across an ocean. Sure, play might get more intense, or at least change, over the years, but that doesn't mean that it's going to become dangerous or unhealthy.

BDSMonday - Different Types of Masochism

It's pretty unusual for my wife to be in the mood for bottoming, but it happens from time to time. While sadism or topping in general aren't really my things, I like to make sure that all of her needs are met, so I oblige.

The last time she wanted some impact play was about a month ago, and I was struck by how different our approaches are to BDSM-type pain. 

For me, the pain is the goal (*heh* I accidentally typed gaol...) It's enough, in and of itself, for me. I get off on it, whether or not any traditionally sexual activity is happening at the same time. 

For my wife, however, the pain is a means, a way to release emotion and energy and to get into an altered state of mind. 

It's like the difference between drinking because you like the taste of alcohol, and drinking because you had a shitty day and want to take the edge off it. (Not that I'm advocating irresponsible drinking or play, but there are definitely times that a drink or a spanking can turn your whole outlook on life around!)

I fall into the first category (in my analogy and not--I do like the taste of alcohol). Alcohol's effects are a pleasant bonus, but not usually why I drink (or play). 

When my wife is bottoming, it's the equivalent to knocking back a shot of whisky and pulling a face afterward--get it over with so you can get intoxicated. 

Which type of masochist (or drinker!) are you? Which other kinds of masochism have you encountered?

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If you would like to write a guest post for BDSMonday, please message me or email me: tq.strange (at) gmail.com