Showing posts with label Alison Tyler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alison Tyler. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission
Dark
Secret Love
Excerpt
from “Prologue: Behind
Blue Eyes”
Some
men just know.
I’ve been lucky enough to find those
men several times in my life.
When I was eighteen, a senior in
high school, I met Brock at a concert. I didn’t have to tell him anything. He
saw me and gave me his number scrawled on a paper napkin. Call me, was all it
said. I could barely wait until dawn the next day to dial the digits.
During our first kiss (moments into
our first date), he bit my bottom lip so hard that when I ran my tongue over the
indents, I could feel the echo of pain—that tiny spark.
There
are days I swear I still feel his lips on mine. He held my glossy dark ponytail
firmly in his fist when he kissed me, pulling a little too tightly, telling me
in that subtle way that he was in charge.
He was spanking me regularly by that
weekend.
Some men just know.
Brock would come to my high school
at lunchtime and take my panties off, sliding them into his pocket so that I
was forced to spend the rest of the day bare under my skirt. He would slip me
away on his Harley for twenty-minute quickies that always involved his belt, or
his leather motorcycle gloves, or his open hand on my bare ass.
I’d spent my whole life being as
good a girl as I possibly could, and Brock let me know it wasn’t enough. I
could never be good enough. I would always fail in some unforeseen way, and he
would be forced to punish me.
Because he knew.
On the night of our first date, as
we walked through the darkness near my house, he stopped and pressed me up
against the side of a parked car. “What’s your secret fantasy?” he murmured, so
soft against my skin. “You can tell me, baby. You can tell me anything.”
My goal, my dream, my deepest
desires have always rested in taking it. Lowering my head, gritting my teeth, and
bearing the pain, the humiliation. But I couldn’t tell him that. I stared at
him in the glow of the streetlight, and then looked down. Brock instantly
tilted my face to his. “When I ask you a question,” he said, his voice more
stern now, “I expect a response.”
A delicious chill ran through me.
I hadn’t needed to say a word.
Brock understood. He was on me in a
heartbeat, and he never let up.
There were days I had to wear
long-sleeved shirts to cover the evidence that I’d spent part of the weekend cuffed
to his bed. There were days I couldn’t sit right in class, when I stared up at
the board or tried to focus on the discussion but saw nothing, heard nothing.
He made me talk, eventually. I
didn’t get away with coy glances, with wishful, wistful expressions. He tied me
down and asked his questions, and he forced me to answer every single one.
Brock was more than a decade my
senior, and he possessed a chiseled jaw and those ice-blue eyes from the famous
Who song. He wouldn’t even have to speak to me, simply shoot me a look, and I
would lower my head in silent submission, knowing that somehow, in some
unexpected way, I’d failed him.
Because he wanted me to fail.
Of course, by failing, I won. When I
misbehaved for him, he made all my fantasies come true. And it wasn’t long
before I realized that high-school life and my world with Brock were parallel
universes that didn’t have anything else in common—they were running side by
side on twin tracks. I felt as if I were in a dream as I walked through the
quad, watching the popular kids up on the wall, the jocks out by the basketball
court, the stoners behind the gym. I faked everything from eight to three, not
coming alive again until Brock picked me up on his Harley. I was smart enough
to do well in class simply by going through the motions. But I no longer had a
desire to fit in.
I think we are all hardwired for
what we crave.
About the Author/Editor
Alison Tyler has made being naughty a
full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies,
and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The
Big Book of Bondage. In all
things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she
still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and
alisontyler.blogspot.com
Purchasing Links:
Dark Secret Love: A
Story of Submission by Alison Tyler
Twisted: Bondage with an Edge edited by Alison Tyler
The
Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint edited by Alison
Tyler
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy
• Learn your lover's secret fantasies
• Role-play: hot, dramatic sex without feeling silly
• Comprehensive lists of the most popular fantasies and fetishes-complete with suggestions for props, toys, and costumes (and where to buy them)
• Expert help for deciding just how far to take your fantasies
Goodreads
Amazon
Review:
We all crave adventure in the bedroom. Especially us married types who crave a little something extra to spice up the soup. Well, so to speak. The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy is a recipe book for making a staid evening of formula sex into one that will knock your knickers off in no time flat. Ideas abound on how to share your fantasy for role play or just how far to go. It is real world instruction for the vanilla world who maybe wants to try and work on a flavor boost. I loved it. Great source of information by a woman who tells it like it is. Violet Blue is a rock star whether she is editing an anthology or writing instructional non fiction like this book. So is Alison Tyler. I have the privilege to know her as an editor and a co-author and she can curl your toes in no time flat. So...take it from me and get a copy of this book for your naughty recipe library. You will thank me in the morning.
5/5
Erzabet Bishop
Friday, October 11, 2013
Dark Secret Love: A Visit With Alison Tyler
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Bondage On A Budget by Alison Tyler
Filled with delicious fictional scenarios requiring no more
than simple household items and a little imagination, this guide to
do-it-yourself SM explodes the myth that adventurous sex requires a dungeonful
of expensive custom-made paraphernalia.
The Interview:
1. How did you come up with the list for Bondage of a
Budget?
Masquerade Books published Bondage on a Budget in the
90s—which seems like an ice age ago. (I actually remember what I wore to the
pitch meeting with Richard.) The table of contents built progressively as I
worked on the stories. Fun fact: Mr. Kasak bought the book based on my title
alone.
2. What were some of your favorite stories?
Antonia’s Beast (which is a tale within a tale and involves
eavesdropping and anal sex) and Andrew and the Blade (about facing your fears
and desires).
3. Do you think you will re-release it with the popularity
of 50 Shades making erotica more mainstream?
Bondage on a Budget is currently available as a Kindle. I am
hoping to get a print version (at least a POD) together in the near future.
Here is a link to Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A8ZSUA?ie=UTF8&tag=prettythingsp-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B004A8ZSUA
4. What is the kinkiest home bondage episode from your book?
I think the naughtiest scene in BOB features eggs, an enema,
and a shower curtain. However, I received a nasty review once which accused
that particular chapter of reading like something out of a ladies’ magazine
you’d buy at a grocery store. I always wondered what the deviant sex life of
that reviewer was like. I mean, to me, the story was filthy with a capital F.
5. Your book is wonderful because it teaches you how to use
common household items to craft a kinky scene practically anywhere. Have you
come up with a couple of things to add to the list?
We’re always trying to push the erotic envelope. A recent
event in my house involved one of those classic bells you ring for customer
service at a deli counter. No idea what inspired me to purchase the little
chrome toy—but our incorporation of the device into our sex life gave new
meaning to the words “you can ring my bell.”
6. What are some of your favorite sexy songs?
I feature songs a lot on my blog. I mean, a fuck lot. And I
make no excuses for my bipolar musical tastes. From the Kinks to Elvis, from
the P-Funk All Stars to Gogol Bordello, from Portishead to Ringside—I am a
radio junkie. Here was one day when the radio gods smiled down on me:
Love is the Drug by Roxy Music
Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed
Kiss by Prince
Time by Pink Floyd
Love Me Chase Me by Carney
Big Time by Peter Gabriel
Killing in the Name of by Rage Against the Machine
Closer by NIN
7. Have you ever used Christmas decorations or holiday gear
in a kinky way?
Have I been tangled up in tinsel? Pleasured by a peppermint
stick? Adorned with ornaments? Santa just checked his list and said, “Yes.” I’m
a fan of using a variety of items in non-traditional ways, to the point where
I’ve edited two collections of Christmas sex stories: Merry XXXmas and Naughty
or Nice both from Cleis Press.
8. What is one thing you want readers to get from your book?
A pumped imagination is the sexiest tool you’ll ever need in
the bedroom (kitchen, backseat, movie theater, alleyway, airplane, phone
booth—oh, I miss a good phone booth…) If you can spin a story, or create a
scene, using words and your fantasies, you’re good to go.
9. Eclairs or Twinkies?
Neither, thank you very much. I’m not a cake or pastry girl.
Delight me with tubes of colorful Sweet Tarts, exploding Zots, and Sour
Strings. I’ve got a dimestore palate. I can get off for .50 cents.
10. What are you working on now?
Several projects at once. That’s how it always is. I have a
new bondage collection to turn in on September 1 for Cleis, a sequel to my
guide Never Have the Same Sex Twice due on October 1, and a novel for November
1.
Ms. Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red), and
tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a
quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes the rain
won’t fall if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and
wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: “You can sleep when you’re dead.”
She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over the Smiths, and the
Stones over everyone—yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful
weakness for ’80s hair bands.
In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband
of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.
Check out her website and her list of amazing books!
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