Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Slave Girls Release Party Tour

The idea of a woman enslaved to her lover has captured the imagination of millions and created bestsellers such as The Story of O, Carrie's Story and 50 Shades of Grey. Top award-winning editor and writer D.L. King pulls back the velvet curtains to reveal a world where every sexual fantasy is realized, a world driven by desire and the need to be dominated. These Slave Girls want nothing more than to be subjugated and owned in body and soul. Trained and tested to suit every sexual taste and psychological in substance, these women learn the ropes literally. King and her masterful eroticists offer the reader an immersive experience. These sexy, subversive stories of submission are from the very best eroticists including Alison Tyler, Sommer Marsden and D.L. King herself.

The tour:

June 1  D. L. King
June 2  Rachel Kramer Bussel
June 3  Alison Tyler
June 4  Valerie Alexander
June 5  Nina Fairweather
June 6  Sommer Marsden
June 7  Evan Mora
June 8  Victoria Behn
June 9  Donna George Storey
June 10  Teresa Noelle Roberts
June 11  Erzabet Bishop
June 12  Lisette Ashton
June 15  Giselle Renarde
June 16  Lisabet Sarai
June 17  Graydancer
June 18  Deborah Castellano
June 19  Nym Nix
June 21  Lydia Hill


Who doesn't think submission is in some way sexy? What if it was your best friend that you had the hots for and couldn't quite admit it to yourself...or her? Please enjoy a cup of coffee, a sinfully sensual read and strap yourself in for a trip to the Phoenix Club for the Red Envelope Auction Event. You won't want to miss it for the world.


"The Red Envelope"

by Erzabet Bishop

"Happy birthday!" Jen hugged me as we bustled inside the coffee shop to meet for our weekly gossip session. It was starting to rain and my hair was becoming a mass of wild red tangles. Jen, as usual, looked like she stepped out of a magazine, with her long black tresses and exotic features.  Beautiful as always, I was struck by our differences and tried not to let my ever present voluptuousness drag me down.  Her sensuous curves never failed to stir longings in my heart that I quickly squashed down. Not to mention the moisture that began to dampen my panties. I had read one too many bondage novels apparently. I could imagine her mouth doing wicked things to my breasts and investigating regions of my body that hadn't been touched in years. Oh, inner voice, you really, really need to be quiet.
Standing in line, I eyed the pastry case with feigned disinterest as images of lemon glazed pound cake danced across my imaginary taste buds. I had been so good. Not a crumb in months. It was my birthday damn it. Will power. Yes. Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. Ugh. Except maybe just one little cake pop. I bit my lip and tried to reign in the carb monster in me that had a sweet tooth big enough to swallow Manhattan.
"So, do you have anything planned for your big night?" Jen waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively and I had to stifle a very unladylike snort. Woefully tearing my attention away from the display of cupcakes and muffins, I pulled out my latest smut novel and grinned.
"Yes. It just so happens that one of my favorite authors has a new book out and I decided to treat myself this afternoon. I can hardly wait to get home, open a bottle of wine and settle down in a nice pair of sweats for a smoking hot night of smexy bondage." I laughed and tucked the book back in my purse, trying not to laugh at the shocked face of the older woman that stood behind me in line. Good grief. I just want some fun. Is that too much to ask?
We approached the counter and ordered.
"Oh no you don't. My treat." Jen booted me out of the way and paid.
 Waiting for our drinks at the end of the bar, I longingly caressed the dessert case with my eyes once more before relegating myself to the skinny mocha, no whip, that was set on the counter in front of me. Sigh. I have the will power to resist. No blowing the whole day's points just for one blissful bite of cupcake. Or three. Inside, I sniffled just a little. Too much temptation everywhere.
"Come on, girl. Let's find a table." Jen hustled her way through the crowded coffee house and found a spot in an isolated corner.
I sat down, relieved to be off my feet. It had been a long day and my heels were making themselves known.
Jen sank down in her chair and dropped her purse onto the table. Opening the flap, she withdrew a red envelope and slid it toward me.
"Happy birthday!" A mischievous look twinkled in her eyes.
"What is it? Some kind of birthday card porn to make me forget my diet and keep me from drooling over the lemon pound cake I'm missing out on?" I snarked, snatching up the card.
"No smart ass. It's your birthday present." Jen took a sip of her latte, eyes on me over the rim of her cup as she drank.
"Okay." I pouted. Darn. Jamming the key to my apartment in the corner of the envelope, I ripped it open.
It was an invitation. At first I was unsure what I was reading. I looked up, questioning her with my eyes.
"Go on." Jen nodded. "Read it."

The Phoenix Club Proudly Presents:
The Red Envelope Auction Event
Surrender to your deepest fantasies and meet the Dom/Domme of your dreams. Enter the auction and find your true Master or Mistress.
10:00 am Saturday until sundown Sunday evening. A weekend of sexual dominance and submission.
Invitation required for entry.

"Are you out of your mind?" I stood up and the table wobbled, almost spilling what was left of our drinks.
"No." Jen stared me down and pointed to the chair. "Sit. Down. Now."
I growled and plopped back down in the chair.
"What the hell is this?" I hissed, waving the envelope in her face.

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair choose your own romantic adventure stories, Elemental Passions, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II,  Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming, Cleis), Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission (upcoming Cleis), Hungry for More (upcoming Cleis), Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer,  Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sigil Fire (coming from Ylva in June 2014), The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation.  She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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1 comment:

  1. I so loved this story as a delicious example of that incredible moment when everything changes - the eyes suddenly see with new vision; the touch of a hand becomes so much more, and a relationship morphs from the mundane to the sublime!


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