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In Death and Desire is about a lonely naive young Emily who has moved into a home that was already unknowingly occupied by Ben, a ghost who can never leave the boundaries of the home. While Emily thinks she's in the privacy of her own home to experiment with her sexuality she encounters sex she could have never imagined.
The story takes a twist as Emily becomes friendly with her home's inhabitant and finds herself way in over her head.

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Dungeons and Keepers: A Sex Slave Novelette by SM Bliss FULL story now available!

So, what started out as a fun little project turned into two months of work that transpired into my first novelette. There were times where things got a little slow but I am so grateful to be able to say that its completed. Thank you for your time. I do appreciate all of the support I receive from all of you. Before diving into this read please keep in mind that is a fiction novelette, that this is based on BDSM themes, and contains strong sexual content. As always 18+ to read...
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Dungeons and Keepers: A Sex Slave Novelette by S.M. Bliss


Enjoy!

If you love Squirting...you might not want to read this.

For years there has been this great debate about females who were 'squirters' or female ejaculaters. Many of us have witnessed the great spectacle at least once in our lives whether it be in a porn or have had personal experiences.  So generally we have all come to the same conclusion...it definitely can happen! Could every woman do this? Yup, pretty much. But the question that baffled us most was 'what is that liquid' and 'where did it come from'. I have read early research maybe two years ago that has read that the liquid had been different than urine and that the liquid had been shown to contain proteins similar to that of the male ejaculate and had decided that the liquid was in fact female ejaculation.
Well, the times are constantly changing and so is science and technology. A French scientist had conducted a study with 7 willing self-proclaimed squirters, and what they found may be hard to swallow (no pun intended). They have found that squirting and female ejaculation are actually two separate things, two separate compositions of liquid, and from two different sources. Yes, there is a such thing as female ejaculate, you know that white liquid that is formed inside the vagina, but it is not the source for that huge gush that leaves your partner soaked and you're sheets covered in pools of wet spots. That gush of fluid is now know to flow from the urethra and has shown to have the same make up of urine. In only 5 of the 7 girls were there actual small traces of true female ejaculation, the rest of the samples were the same make up of just urine.
So scientist conclude that while yes, female ejaculation is true, it is completely seperate from the gush or 'squirting' action which is just involuntary urination (which is natural of course). So, until the next study the old question has been debunked. Read the article sourced from the Journal of Sexual Medicine for yourself here

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So does this count as golden showers now? Your thoughts welcomed in the comments box.

Free For The Weekend

If you haven't gotten your hands on these two stories grab them here:

The Monster Mash: Pixie's Trick and Treat

The Monster Mash: The Werewolf Bus Boy
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Both these books are meant to be fun quick and easy to read. These books are meant to be simple and humorous. There is some sexual context and violence but not to be taken too seriously. I had fun putting these short stories together...hoping you guys enjoy them.
Stay tuned.

Update: In the Works

Last night I finally typed the words THE END. My soul smiled as I finally finished my first non-paranormal novellette. Dungeons and Keepers: Claudia and Demetrius is currently available on Wattpad. I will be completing my editing and formatting this weekend in order to upload to the kindle platform. I will be making this novellette available for free. I did have alot of fun writing this one and I hope you guys can enjoy it as well.
Besides the great pride that comes with completing anything you've put work into I am happy that now I am able to put all of my focus back to In Death and Purgatory, which I am hoping to be finished and ready for publishing by October this year.
I have ideas for a new book brewing so currently I am working on an outline for another paranormal thriller. This one I am super excited about. Stay tuned!

If you haven't been able to yet visit my Wattpad page to read the sex slave novelette click here.

Rise from Ruble - freewriting

This morning i crumbled but i got back up
It was not easy to be still
amongst the ruble and dust
But in knowing from the latter
It was just what i needed to do
In order to pray and send the dust
Back where it was due
And in counting my blessing and releasing my gratitude
I found comforts in the scrapes and scratches that covered me
Without them how would i be reminded that i am human?
That i still may bleed.
In sending up my cries
The skies rained onto me pride
For i am standing tall
Tears on my face and all
I stand by his power
No longer am i weakened to crawl
In letting go to all manic ideas
And instead I'm humbled by his one
In exchange for my vulnerabilities
I was sent a weapon with far more abilities
His gift to me
To strike down all things that may again try and crumble me

What is love? Freewriting.

What is love?
Is it real?
There's no validation for the way I feel.
What is this feeling?
A selfish ploy?
Perhaps to fill my insecure void.
If I was truly confident
Would I need you here?
Would I still appreciate those words I need to hear?
Is love an object?
One that cannot not be held...
But truly felt.
Holding us close together as would a strong buckled belt.
Whatever it is...
It seems I have no choice in this matter.
Because its become a part of me that does not tatter.
It wraps around me in my time of need, although to you it lays unseen.
What is love?
Is it real?
How could something so beautiful,
Keep itself concealed,
While warming me and swarming me,
With feelings so surreal.

Dungeons and Keepers : A sex slave novella.

The last time I updated for this title, I started leaving you guys samples of my upcoming sex slave novella. Well, recently I have started a wattpad and find it is easier to update for me and to view for you guys if I continue to upload there. So, in case you've been waiting, you can view Chapters One to Five here:
http://www.wattpad.com/myworks/30283966-dungeons-and-keeper%27s-a-sex-slave-novella-by-s-m

Enjoy and stay tuned. Xo.

Post New Years Post

Happy New Years!!
Yes, I realize I'm about two weeks late but it is a my first blog of the new year.

So, I did not make any resolutions nor did I make a timeline for the coming year. But I have done some thinking and have created some goals for myself.

1. Meditate and follow with at least an hour of writing at least 5 days a week.

2. Complete and publish Dungeons and Keepers complete with a non generic cover.

3. Complete, edit, and publish In Death and Purgatory again with non generic cover.

4. Begin offering The Ghosthouse books in paperback form.

5. Post a new poem every week.

I will keep this updated as I begin reaching goals, and replace them with new ones.

I've also created a wattpad, find me here

For now hang in there with me, read, share, and review. I appreciate all of the support I receive.

Until next time.

Sneak Peak!!

I've been working on and have come close to finishing my next project and decided to give you guys a sneak peak at what's to come. Warning: You guessed it... its erotic! The first two chapters are tame and so that is what I will be sharing.
Suggestions and constructive criticism welcomed. Enjoy!

Dungeons and Keepers: Claudia and Demetrius
A sex slave novella by S.M. Bliss

Chapter One

 

I hear the loud click of the lock echo off the cement walls that keep me contained. Finally! My heart fills with butterflies of relief. It feels like forever since I was able to see the glowing red lights that lined the corridors. My keeper says he's never left me in here in the dungeon for longer than two days but I'd be lying if I said I could actually keep count. The complete darkness that surrounds me confuses my mind and body, and I do not know when it is morning or night, or how many has passed when I’m in here. Don't begin to feel bad for me though, I have happily chose this life. ‘How?’, you may wonder. I simply trust in my keeper.

 

My name is Claudia, and when I first met Demetrius, my keeper, I could not have guessed that he would have the hold on me that he does now. He used to just cash my checks and now I take his deposits. He was handsome with a wide warm smile that welcomed me as soon as I would walk into the bank every Wednesday. His hair was dark with a crisp lined haircut at all times. His face was soft and smooth and rarely had shown evidence of a five o clock shadow. His eyes were dark as well, wide, and lined with thick eyebrows. He was so sweet and charming that when he had asked to spend some time with me it wasn’t easy to say no. Of course, I eventually gave in, thank goodness he was persistent, because by the third date I realized I had finally met my match. I had waited so long to find a man like him, dominant, knew exactly what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to tell me how he wanted it done. I was so eager to please him, I would’ve done anything he had asked me to do. When he asked me to be his sex slave, I agreed easily and eagerly. When he gave me the details or the guidelines rather of what this would mean in our relationship, I was a bit taken aback. I questioned why we couldn’t just hold a regular courtship that included our rough kinky sex, and he admitted to me that he felt at home with me and wanted to shape me to be his perfect wife. Most women would run away being approached this way as many of us tend to have the, take me as I am attitude, but not me. No, I waited for a man who would finally put me in my place. I’ve always had a hunger for sex and could be bossy in my needs which normally turned my boyfriends away, but not my keeper. He knew how to handle me and being his submissive made me feel like I could finally let go of my need for power and still receive amazing sex. So I agreed, toured my new play place, read the rules, thought it over, and agreed to everything including the lock-a-ways.

 

Recently, I've been locked up for longer periods of time than when I had first agreed to become his slave here. He says it’s because he likes it when I am hungry and frankly I do too. Nothing taste better than a mouth full of his cum when I haven't eaten in days. The stomach pains become motivation to please and force him to feed me. Today my stomach is hungrier than ever.

 

When the heavy wooden door is finally pushed opened the lights that burst in through the crack sends a burning to my eyes but I blink it off. I'm met by another beautiful slave girl, who has a towel and some leather straps folded in her arms. I've seen her before, her big brown eyes reveal her identity to me. We were made to fuck once, it was my punishment. She had been wearing a mask then, but I would never forget those begging brown eyes she had. She stood there unable to speak though, since her keeper kept a gag in her mouth while she was out of her cage. She had a habit of kissing the others slaves, something that is strictly forbidden, I guess the whippings didn't work on her. Maybe she was just asking for it, who knows though, we all have our vices. Without having to say a word, I knew I was to follow her. I let my mind wonder as I walk along with her, I’m trying not to stare at her voluptuous body and instead try and concentrate, guessing at what was coming next. My keeper was unpredictable and there was no telling what was to come, especially after a lock-a-way this long.

 I couldn't help but to notice the large red welts the slave girl wore on the cheeks of her ass as she moved along in front of me. She was in just a tightly laced-up corset leaving her large breast and trimmed fat cunt bare. Probably some type of humiliating punishment, but that was just my guess which was just as good as the truth to me. It’s not like I'd ever find out. The slaves here weren't supposed to interact with each other, although, I've heard some slaves sneaking conversation. I wouldn't be caught even trying. I couldn't imagine the punishment my keeper would impose on me and frankly it wasn't worth looking to find out.

 

Chapter Two

 

The sultry red-assed slave stopped just at the entrance to the door less washroom, and handed me the things she had been carrying for me. After going through this a couple times I know the routine; I know I am to bathe and dress. Sometimes, my keeper would order me to bathe, some days he preferred to take me uncleansed which was always humiliating, but like I said before he’s unpredictable. I used to hate this part but I've gotten as used to it as I think I possibly can. Personally, I prefer to shower myself but there were assigned washers to each slave here, usually with a set of instructions specific to their keepers needs. The only standing instructions with my bath maid was to keep a completely shaved body at all times unless otherwise instructed.

 

As usual, I lowered my cold naked body into the hot water of the old copper tub and relaxed my shoulders back as the bath maid drew my long black curls into a high bun on the top of my head and begins my face mask. Once she’s through she puts the hot towel over my face and then goes straight down to trim my growing patch. I never get used to this, the shaving was always done for me and all I could do was wait nervously until she finished. She pushes my knees to the side and used her short stubby fingers to spread my fat pussy lips apart and lathers me up in an intoxicating soap before she started gliding the blade across my sensitive skin. The terrifying thought of the maid accidentally nicking my clit or asshole always burned through me until she was done with the task. Next, she grabs a phallus like squirt bottle filled with cleaners, carefully inserts it into my opening, and squeezed the contents of the bottle inside me until it was empty. She did the same to my anus, which was slightly uncomfortable, but not painful. She was gentle and so good to me. Honestly, it was something I look forward to as messy ass play always turned me right off. The santorum grosses me the fuck out, frothy fecal fluids, it fucks up the sheets. I wonder, what do the laundry maids think of all this? I’m able to relax now and enjoy my bath as she lathers my body in a sudsy vanilla scent soap using a very soft sponge, shaves my legs and armpits as well, and then last but not least applies a pleasant soothing oil from my neck down.

 

I slid on the leather straps of the cup less leather bra pretty easily. The metal rings sitting under my collarbone were tight to my skin. I must admit the wide straps under and around my breast forcing them to tight, round firm tits, was quite appealing. My breast almost looked like they were choking in their harnesses, forcing my nipples erect as if they’re reaching for release. There was nothing else but a thick black belt that hung onto my hips with metal loops hanging around the entirety of it. The bath maid reached up to release the bun atop my head but I reached up and did it myself instead. She was much shorter than I, she stood as tall as a dwarf, maybe 4’11", where I am 5’5"; there was no use in making the woman reach. Long thick curls draped down my back, past the top of the belt and into the curves of my ass. This outfit was so suiting to the boldness of my being that I could barely contain myself as I gawked in the mirror. “Whoa,” is all I could allow myself to say in front of the bath maid. My olive feet, legs, and meaty thighs were slick and shining, my ass cheeks were even meatier and holding up the belt around my waistline. Shit, even with the dimples here and there it was something beautiful to set your eyes on. Luckily, I haven't eaten in days so my ass is clean enough to serve my keeper his dinner so that’s what he wishes. My tummy is flat, not skinny though as I still maintain my thick hourglass figure; just the right kind of hungry I like to think. It was my breast that intrigued me though. This bra, wasn't just any bra, it felt more binding. I could feel the warming pressure at the base of my breast that pushed them through the empty whole in the leather harness. They turned a darker shade and were full with fat and blood, revealing bold perky heated tits. I touched them lightly, sending sharp sensations right through my nipples. The bath maid smacked my hands knowing I wasn't supposed to touch myself.

 

My keeper was a selfish stubborn one, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I accepted his terms back when this first began. Once in a while, when I need a good release, I break the rules but he always notices and I pay the consequences. They aren't terrible enough not to get caught again. Maybe my keeper knows this, and is secretly softer then he seems, but I doubt it. He probably just enjoys the thought of me enjoying myself.



Chapter Three

My heart is pounding in my chest as I approach the door I've been longing to enter. “I hope he likes them,” I say to the bath maid while looking down to my breast again as she walked me on the way but she didn't answer me; she just met me with a funny look. I guess bulging tits and bare asses weren't her thing. I shrug it off and push the curls out of my face. I feel sexy as hell, in spite of miss bath maid's silence. She knocked on the door before opening it for me, revealing my keeper who’s standing in the middle of the room tall and handsome with his hairless chest bare and slack linen white pants alongside of a huge wooden wheel contraption with four shackles in the shape of an 'X'. My eyes lit up! I had never seen one of these before but it was obvious what it was to be used for. Although, I did try my best not to appear excited at all, there’s no use in inviting unnecessary roughness, but I’m not sure I hid that very well. I let myself in the room relieved to have a sense of privacy from those wide open halls. I still feel embarrassed walking around bare like this. I'm waiting for a hint at my keeper’s reaction as I stand here waiting but there is none. His face is relaxed and hard as stone as he watches the maid until she is out of the room closing the door behind her. He is gorgeous as he stands in front of me built like a god ready to be worshipped. His eyes tell me I’m in for a hell of a night, and I sure hope I’m reading them right.

“Good evening my keeper,” I great him sweetly. I’m so excited to be in his presence I can barely contain my smile, I did miss his touch, I was hungry for his touch, my body craved him like a feign. He moved closer to me and let his large palm rest on the small of my back warming my skin underneath it. Such a small gesture filled me with raw emotions of security, desire, and greed. I wanted him to take me in his arms and lift me onto him but none of this is about what I want.

"I knew this would suit you well," his deep smooth voice melts into my ear. He uses his fingers to trace the black straps around my breast before giving my nipples a quick hard pinch. I winced but did not make a sound. I stared him hard in the eyes, I wanted him to see the lust I had built up reflecting in my pupils. He could see it, I could tell by the way his eyes started squinting as if he was trying to read my mind. I swear he did when he laid his hot lips on mines, kissing me with a powerful force of desire. His tongue on fire and dancing with mine to a rhythm that was our own. His hand started to explore from the small of my back to my hips and rested on the top curve of my ass. His hands felt intense with heat as it happened to be the only thing warm about me was the skin under his embrace and my insides.

“We’re going to have to warm those up,” my keeper whispered through the kiss as he caressed each of my ass cheeks lightly.

 

He walked away and left me to stand alone by the doorway. I didn’t move or begin to follow him. Once I am in this room, I know not to do anything without being told to do it first. I had learned through paid punishments that I don’t care to speak of. My keeper stood by his chest of our play things with a paddle in one hand and a flogger in another looking perplexed as to which he wanted to play with. After a moment, he sat on the leather bench at the foot of the bed and patted his thighs, a motion for me to lay over his knees. He was a man of few words so I did not hesitate to walk over. I notice he chose the flogger.

I love the flogger. I can’t wait to feel the burlap strands stinging my skin. It is a delicate hurt that I enjoy. I almost reveal a smile as a lean over. I strategically lay over his lap so my pussy lays just flush against the crotch of his thin cloth pants. He grabs onto the metal ring that lays just above the crack of my ass and uses it to keep me steady as he begins to lay his blows. My clitoris began to swell as each smack rocks me forward, rubbing on the fabric over his stiffening dick, and I’m so sensitive right now I’m feeling his girth grow underneath me. He delivered as promised and didn’t stop to let me up until my cheeks were red hot with blood ridden strap-mark like stains. I was drawn to his growing erection that appeared to be stuck and suffocating against the fabric as he lifted me off him. He did not rub my welts until they were no longer stinging though, he wasn’t that kind of keeper. He wanted me to feel the burn.

 I wanted to feel the burn.

 

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Stay tuned.

Just remember not everyone likes chocolate. Not everyone wants marriage. Not everyone likes anal. But it doesn't make it wrong.

So I've broken my mold! I'm currently working on my first non paranormal erotic short (yeah, I'm crossing niches...who cares!) and while doing my research and socializing I've found my subject #bdsm and the term #sexslave, really gets people worked up, good and bad! But one thing that really twitched my eye was when race played a factor. Ex: White Dom white sub/slave- little reaction, Black Dom white sub/slave-interesting, BUT white Dom black sub/slave- OH HELL NO!

Not too long ago I read a thread by Zane, who I love reading, where alot of her readers/followers became offended, enraged, and weary of the thought of a writer's  white husband's being her master in the bedroom.

Don't get me wrong, I know my history but I think when it comes to sex with our HUSBANDS race should not come into play. Without the race factor, without the labels, in the end its about the natural urge to be dominant and the natural urge to want to be dominated. Is it for everyone? NO! Shit, after reading 50 shades of grey I remember my sister telling me something along the lines of I wish a MFer would try to put me over his knee, Fuck that shit, while others were swooning over the thought.

So I'm left with this opinion:

Just remember not everyone likes chocolate. Not everyone wants marriage. Not everyone likes anal. But it doesn't make it wrong. Do not shame others on their sex life. A white husband wanting to play Dom nd Sub in the bedroom, does not make him a racist with the hopes and dreams of owning a white slave (unless he really is). Point is don't assume, don't judge, and if you want to call that man your Masta don't be ashamed. That's your mate, fuck him good and have fun doing it! If you don't...politely decline, don't make a mockery of it, and fuck anyway!

Take it to the head. Erotic poetry.

Fresh out the shower;
I sit upon the bed.
He's licking the Dutch closed;
Cravings encircle my head.
He places the flavored cigar right between my lips;
Lays me down and makes a home between my hips.
The lighter flicks and i inhale;
Smoke fills the room with intoxicating smells.
He nuzzles his nose into my cleft;
I breath out all the exotic smoke that my lungs have left.
He works away between my knees;
With a heated desire to feed.
Again, i toke, but not with ease;
I'm choking, its potent, and its hard to breath.
I exhale but at the same time i have no relief;
My kitty is purring and he's in wrist deep.
Like a fountain, the liquid is quenching his thirst;
But not before he makes sure I come first.
The ash drops hot on my chest;
A reminder to Puff, puff, pass...smoking at its best.

The Monster Mash: The Werewolf Bus Boy

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The second episode in The Monster Mash Halloween edition novella is ready! Bernard is due to report to work on the night of the full moon to bus The Tavern for the annual Monster Mash. Anxiety sets in as he realizes he's going to have to juggle his work and his approaching shift accordingly so that no one in Smalltown becomes a casualty to the feeding frenzy.
This title is not erotic though it does have a mild sexually explicit scene. This tale is more of a paranormal horror.

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Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan

Hunters The Demon Series #1 By Aoife Marie Sheridan Abigail is nineteen. Her job, she hunts demons. Her life so far has been tough. Having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide, she’s been taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says that she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems. But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she has on her emotions soon starts to loosen. Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Reote, and she finds out a lot more than she was willing to learn. Knowledge is power, but for Abigail, it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.

I truly enjoyed reading this book from beginning to end. It was full of action and information that I didn't want to put it down. She is a talented author and I highly recommend her story. Her relationship with Zee is captivating. The transition between past and present was executed smoothly. Get your copy and read for yourself.

Purchase Links: Amazon.com -
  http://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Demon-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NLRMJ5S/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411466472&sr=1-7&keywords=huntersAmazon.co.uk - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hunters-Demon-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NLRMJ5S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411466580&sr=1-1Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4652900 About the Author: Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them. Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times. Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works. To contact Aoife you can email her at aoifesheridan101@gmail.com Website: www.aoifemariesheridan.com
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The Monster Mash: Pixie's Trick and Treat

Beware of things that go bump in the night though. Pixie the fiery fairy has been waiting all year to attend the annual Monster Mash of Small town. Not to dress up though but to be herself. She decides to let her wings loose and get into so mischief and that's exactly what's she finds when she run's into Drake, the Dracula man who catches her attention amongst all the other monsters and ghouls. This short novella is perfect for a quick read to get into the holiday horror. Download this $0.99 novella by clicking HERE Free for Kindle Unlimited useres and Lenders

Freestyle Poetry -

Over whelming winding paths,
Leading me away from broken past.
Looking behind,
but still running towards a new frame of mind.
Winding paths begin to straighten,
My humbled soul begins to strengthen.
The voice inside me loud and proud,
The voice that screams out the time is now.
One step at a time the path is rough,
But I learned that each step is a step enough.
As long as my feet are moving and the path is swooning,
I AM Success.