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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Spanking Good Time with Erotica Authors, PART II: Liv Honeywell

This is the second of a BDSM interview series for Erotica Authors. Our first adventure with Bad Penny was so popular, I decided to revisit this theme.

Be warned, there is very explicit content herein:

TL: “Hello fans of the Nightlife novels, we have returned for the second installment of my BDSM interview series with Erotica Authors. Here today with me in sunny, 90 degree San Antonio, is Liv Honeywell, a British author of BDSM erotica. She found me on Twitter, when I tweeted about male erotica authors experiencing discrimination.

Since then we did the mutual Facebook-Twitter timeline stalking, and snooped around each of our blogs – the social media equivalent of dogs sniffing crotch.

LH: “Most elegantly put there, Travis! Well, as you mentioned, we had quite a fascinating discussion before about the possibility that male authors are discriminated against, so when you offered to interview me, I thought it might be interesting. I hopped on a plane, came all the way here and now look at me!”



(Liv shakes her hiney to test her restraints)

“I walked in the door and, without so much as a by your leave – never mind a ‘hello’ or a ‘would you care for a cup of tea’ - two burly men grabbed me, removed most of my clothing and tied me to this… what is this? I know we’re all erotica writers together and so on, but dammit, I’m British!”

TL: “Yeah, perhaps you should have familiarized yourself with my own peculiar style of interview before you came?”

LH: “It appears that I should have. Well, I’m here now and I don’t appear to be going anywhere.”

TL: “Count yourself lucky I only had the guys grab you. The last one I drugged with ketamine, and she woke up like this.”

LH: “Oh. Dear me. Well, I’d much rather you did it this way, if you insist, rather than drugging me with ketamine or goodness knows what else.”

TL: (Sighs in resignation) “Disappointing, but we’ll have our fun nonetheless.”

LH: “I’m sure we will. Oh, what’s that?” 



(TL pulls a small black briefcase from a drawer)
TL: “This is what’s known as electrostim or electrosex. It’s supposed to be pretty fun. For one of us anyway.” (TL squeezes open the little jaws of the electrode clamps, chomping them in her face) “I’m going to hook these little clamp electrodes here and here on each nipple.”

LH: “Ouch! Those have teeth!” (Liv squirms and grits her teeth in pain)



TL: “That they do. Need a good solid bite for the current.” (TL twists a little with each clamp)

LH: “Ow! Don’t!” (TL twists some more and then licks each nipple softly) “Well … Okay I guess you can do that. You did say I am getting paid for this interview.”

TL: “You like a little pain? The last clamp goes down here …”

LH: “No! Not there! You are not putting that on my … oooooooh!”


TL: “Okay then, all set.” (TL hits the switch)
  
LH: “Bloody hell! That stings.” (LH wriggles her hips) “But it’s… rather nice.”

TL: “Love hearing the accent, very sexy. Does it hurt yet? I don’t think I’m using enough juice.” (TL turns it up a notch)
LH: “Ow! Shit! That hurts. And you haven’t even asked me any questions yet. Can we talk about how much I’m being paid for this interview? You were a bit vague in your email. Does it bear any relation to how much you turn up that dial?”

(TL turns it off but leaves the dial setting)

TL: “That seems like the right setting. Okay, now we’re ready. So, tell us something about your latest book. I hear it’s a BDSM anthology. Is there any electrosex in your stories?”

LH: “Okay. My first story, Imagine, was published last year by Silver Moon Books, and my new book is called Coming, Ready or Not: Three tales of tease and denial. My latest work is the story of a couple, Will and Abby, developing a Master/slave relationship. It's about them learning together. There aren’t any billionaires in this one, no mysterious castles in the middle of nowhere; just two ordinary people, who could be anyone you’d see walking down the street, but who are in an M/s relationship. With the humour, the laughing, the fact that it isn't perfect, sometimes things do go wrong, and with the best will in the world you can't always obey, however much you want to, and there are consequences that come with that. And there’s not one scene of electrosex. (LH wriggles) But Travis, I don’t think you’re doing it right. It’s not supposed to hurt, is it?”

(TL flips the switch back on and turns it up another notch)




LH: “Ow! Okay! Okay! You’re doing it right! You’re doing it right!”

(TL switches it off with an evil grin of satisfaction)

TL: “I read the instruction manual. I know what I’m doing. See right here on the label it says ‘Electric stimulation can be painful and even deadly if performed in an inappropriate or unsafe manner’. Now where were we? You were telling us about your non-electrosex erotica novels? Please continue.”


LH: “A man reading the instruction manual? I thought I’d never see the day…”

TL: “Really? That’s what you’re going with? Think you’re in a good position to sass me?”

(TL turns the box back on)

LH: “Ahhh. No. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

TL: “I should think so. Now, you were saying. About your book?” (TL turns off the box)

LH: (Panting to catch her breath) “The… the book shows Abby being teased right to the edge of orgasm and kept there until Will says otherwise. She wants to obey him, wants to hold on, but can she? And what will he do if she can’t? I’m also delighted to be able to show off my new cover by the wonderful Blue Harvest Creative.”

TL: “Interesting! Giving me ideas, Liv. Great cover, too. Oh yeah. And, one more thing, while I have you here, what were you saying about male erotica authors encountering discrimination? Surely you’re not disagreeing with me?”

LH: “Well, actually, when I ran a discussion on my blog about it, most of the women who commented said they’d be really interested to read more male …”

(TL flips the switch and watches her convulse, squirm, and squeal as he turns it up two more notches)

LH: “NO! Oh no! You’re right! We discriminate! Women aren’t used to reading smut written by men! You’re right!” (TL turns it off, LH gasps and moans)

TL: “I knew I was right.” (TL smiles and reaches into the black case for another toy) “Do you smell that? I think that’s the scent of burnt nipples.”

LH: (Liv groans) “What are you doing now?” (LH squirms, craning her neck around to see what TL is doing as he steps behind her)

TL: “This goes into your--”


LH: “Ahhh stop!”

TL: “Yes, that’s right. Now let’s see just how much power this thing can put out before the batteries go dead.”

(TL cranks the switch all the way to its highest setting and flips the switch)

TL: “Now, when’s the book out? And tell me how everyone can get a hold of you or you will be sorry!”

LH: “Okay, okay! Coming, Ready or Not will be out on 30th May on Amazon and… and my blog is http://www.liv-honeywell.com. You can find me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica and Twitter http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell. My... owww! My Goodreads page is http://www.goodreads.com/LivHoneywell and my Amazon page is http://www.amazon.com/Liv-Honeywell/e/B009F9WJ4C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_3
Ouch! Okay, wait. Now when am I getting paid for this interview?”

TL: “Yeah, about that. The check’s in the mail!”

(LH glares at Travis and then speculatively eyes the two men still guarding the door.)

LH: “Hmmm, I don’t suppose there’s any possibility I could keep one of them instead? Wherever did you get them from? Did you borrow them from Ellora’s Cave?”

TL: “We can discuss that later. When I’ve finished interro… I mean, interviewing you.”

(TL reaches into another drawer with a wicked grin)

LH: “Uh, hang on, what are you doing? I didn’t sign up for this. No, I’ve already told you everything! I really have.”

TL: “I don’t believe you.”

LH: “Nooooo. Put down the cattle prod!”

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Liv’s Bio:

When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not will be published May 30th.

Monday, January 7, 2013

A Spanking Good Time with Erotica Authors, PART I: Penelope Jones & Max



This is the first of a BDSM interview series for Erotica Authors.  Be warned, there is very explicit content herein:

TL:  “I’m here today at my home in sunny San Antonio with a fellow author of erotic romance, Penelope Jones, a.k.a. Bad Penny, for an interview I promised her some time ago.  We’re enjoying the 70+ degree weather while the rest of the country freezes their asses off.  It’s a fine day for some cocktails and an interview.”  (BP winks and slurps her cocktail)

“Before we get into all the fun, tell us about your nickname on twitter, Bad Penny.  I imagine there’s an interesting tale behind that.  Oh and I thought Max was joining us?”

BP:  “When I first got onto twitter I hadn’t planned on having a nickname, but many started calling me Pen.  It’s not a bad name, just not a fitting name for me. Too plain.  My buddy and yours, Caster Rowe started called me Bad Penny and it stuck.  Besides... it seems to be a fitting name. I am a very, very Bad Penny. (BP winks)  Max is buried elbow deep in pus... I mean business.  He might show up later.”  (cheeky grin from BP)

TL:  “You don’t mind if I call you Bad Penny as we continue our little experiment?  I wouldn’t want to offend.”

BP:  “I don’t mind at all stud.”  (BP giggles)  “Say, what did you put in this drink?  It has a really … weird … after … taste…”  (BP falls to the floor with her tongue lolling sideways out her mouth)

TL:  “Well, that would be the ketamine.  It’s not just for horses you know.”

(A brief interlude while TL reconfigures BP)

TL:  “We are back with Bad Penny to finish our little interview.  I just need to bring her up from la-la land first.”  (TL waves smelling salts under BP’s nose. Her eyes open then widen with alarm)

BP:  “Huh?  What’s this?  Why am I strapped up?  Why can’t I move my head?  Where are my clothes?  Max is gonna be pissed he missed this.”  (BP chuckles nervously)

TL:  “All good questions that deserve an answer.  I just wondered how much practical experience you’ve had with a fucking machine.  I mean your writings suggest you’re intimately familiar with gadgets like this.  A neat little feature of this one is the ergonomic clamping system holding your head in place.  And I removed your clothes to make you feel more at home… I want you to be relaxed, to feel you can be completely open and honest with me.  After all, we’re here to do an interview.  You remember how many times you bugged me to have this interview, don’t you?”

BP:  “You didn’t think I’d be honest with you?”  (She wriggles her cute little hiney, testing her restraints)

TL:  “Shush now.  I’m the one asking the questions.  You wouldn’t want me to put on the ball gag now would you?  Makes for a much more difficult Q & A session.  Nodding yes and no can be so tiresome.”  (BP goes very still)

BP:  “I won’t ask any questions.  Just don’t gag me!  Plus... how can I scream your name if I’m gagged?”  (BP laughs nervously again.  TL reaches for the ball gag.  BP’s eyes widen and she wiggles her head slightly in the restraint)  “I promise!  I’ll answer all your questions!”

TL:  “I know you will.”  (TL picks up a power tool)

BP:  “What’s that?”


TL:  “You are a Bad Penny aren’t you?  I told you not to ask questions.  This is a Milwaukee brand Sawzall, which literally does exactly that, saws all…”

BP:  “Why are you putting that dildo on the end of it?  Did you and Max cook this up?”

TL:  “This interview is not working out so well Penny.”

BP:  “But you haven’t asked me any questions yet.”

TL:  “I’m not going to ask.  I’m going to make you tell me everything.”  (TL kicks BP’s legs apart and fits a spreader bar between her knees)

BP:  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, I promise.  You don’t have to do this.”

TL:  “I know you will.”  (TL tests Sawzall and watches the dildo bouncing vigorously on the end of the machine)

BP:  “Ok.. just give me a moment to think.”  (pregnant pause, then BP begins spitting facts out quickly)  “This will be my first real publication.  I’ve published a few short stories on different pay websites such as forthegirls.com and Oysters andChocolate.  I’ve finished my novel back in September, and I’m still editing The Beautiful Catastrophe.  In the spring I plan to publish my First in a trilogy: Diary of a Broken Me. But the reason we are here today is my poetry book I wrote with Max.  It’s called Iniquitous Solace: Rhythmic Words of Lust and Love. It’s about strangers that cross paths, and their lives together, written in notes and letters back and forth from --- Wait --- (BP pauses mid sentence, and begins again.)  Hold up... Hey - That thing is huge… I’m not sure I can handle that.”

TL:  “Ten inches, to be precise.”

BP:  “Sounds like a lovely time.”  (BP visibly gulps)  “But I think maybe we should finish the interview first.”

TL:  “Would you prefer we start with something else?”  (TL points to the wall of goodies and is rewarded with a seductive gleam in BP’s eyes)



BP:  “Please? … Umm... How about that riding crop?”




TL:  “This one? I suppose we could try that for now.”  (TL strokes the riding crop across BP’s left ass cheek and again across the right until BP’s juices are trickling down her inner thigh)  “If I recall, you do enjoy a good spanking …”  (TL flicks his wrist and lands a resounding crack on bare skin)


BP:  (Shudders and gasps)  “Oh.. right, my writing... You’re making it hard to concentrate. (BP sighs heavily) My writing revolves around dominating relationships with rather submissive women, and they have tons of spanking and discipline sprinkled in. Our poetry book, Iniquitous Solace, is no different.”

TL:  “I think you’re enjoying this too much.  Those nipples look way too pert.  It’s not really punishment for you is it?”  (TL gently tweaks a nipple.  BP holds her breath in anticipation, she wants more)  “Answer the question, Penny.”  (TL twists harder until BP cries out)

BP:  “I … do … like it … but that really hurts!”  (TL turns his attention to her other breast)  “Oooww!  Stop.  Stop.”

TL:  “Then keep talking, or I start using the sawzall.”  (TL smacks both ass cheeks with the riding crop, back and forth, before stopping to rub her reddened cheeks.)  “You’ve got five minutes before I start again.  Don’t make me punish you for real.”

(Max shows up late to the interview... sees Bad Penny in her usual precarious position... compliments her only article of clothing, striped socks, and sits down well out of riding crop reach)




BP: “Hey Max... lovely of you to join us.”  (BP Laughs)  “You should like the socks, you bought them.”

Max:  “I see Bad Penny is yet again to blame.  She does tend to live her writings, it’s not all fiction you know.  IniquitousSolace - our co-authored novella - it’s poetry for bad girls and boys who desperately want to be good.  Or get it good.  It's all about shredding the heart to sink your claws into your own soul.  In a sexy way of course.  What else would you like to know?”

TL:  “I want to know everything. Like how much this is turning her on.”  (TL reaches between her legs to test her wetness)  “My, my, she’s a very naughty girl, she’s soaking wet!”

Max:  “This should come as no surprise.  She runs her very own naughty couch. I think she uses the poems as a lure to draw in unsuspecting cupcakes and lollipops. 'Iniquitous Solace' is a honey trap. A naughty, sensual, makes-you-feel-good-like-rope-bondage trap...”

BP:  “It’s not a trap... well it caught you.”  (cue another cheeky grin first towards Max and then TL)

TL:  “Well, I’m not the one strapped down with my legs open wide.  We will see who’s feeling caught by the time I finish with you.  I’m not convinced we’ve learned everything there is to know.  And she likes this way too much.  So…”  (TL picks up the Sawzall and tests it again, but this time he rubs the bobbing dildo between BP’s legs)

BP:  “Oh shit!  Wait!  I already told you everything!”

TL:  “Really?”  (TL pushes the Sawzall a little harder)

BP:  “YES!  YES!”  (TL stops)

TL:  “You like this too, don’t you?”

BP:  (Breathing heavily)  “Yeah … but can I get a pillow and a drink of water?” (BP Gives Max a wink) “Yes even bound and tied I’m demanding and needy.”

Max:  "I've got a larger attachment if you need it.  Bad Penny enjoys being pushed to her limits.  That's the real challenge with our poetry.  How much can you uncover, how naked can you be, and then how do you shape that into words and weave it together to convey meaning.  We're all looking for that."  (Nods toward the buzzing Sawzall.)

"Well, looking for other stuff too, but this is about two people defining their own meaning.  Or maybe more than two people.  Maybe all of us.  The readers will have to let us know."  (Max shrugs and leans back.)  "Now are you putting on a show here?  Bad Penny looks ready, and there's no sense in wasting some nice tight bondage... I hear she's a fan of orgasm denial for starters."  (Max grins with the glitter of sadism in his eyes.)

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Penelope Jones can be found at all her various social media outlets:

Twitter: @Penelope_Prose

Facebook: Penelope Jones

GooglePlus: LittleMissNotoriety


Goodreads: Penelope Jones

Pinterest: PenelopeProse


Iniquitous Solace is currently under revision, COMING SOON to Amazon Kindle:



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