My next bdsm story for Eternal Press will be published May 7. It's called Class Clown and it is part of the "First Night" series of stories about the first night of discovery for Dominant men and strong, but submissive women.

Here is an excerpt:
I walked directly to her, grabbed her throat with a large strong hand and kissed her long and deep as she gasped from the rough touch. Her eyes closed as we kissed, and she raised a hand to her throat and placed it on top of mine. Not to remove my tight grip, but to acknowledge and accept it. I stopped kissing her, took her hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking on her first two fingers, then nibbling them hard as she looked on, her breath deepening. I pushed her bare back against the cinderblock wall and kissed her mouth hard again, pinning her hand to the wall over her head. Then I stepped away, dropping her hand and pinching her nipple ferociously. She let out a loud gasp.
“Does that hurt, Adrian?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you deserve it, Adrian?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Why do you deserve it, Ms. Assistant Principal?”
She gasped quietly as I continued to twist and pinch her nipple. “Because I’m slutty.”
“Louder. I can’t hear you.”
She said loudly, “I deserve to hurt because I need to be punished. Because I am such a slut.” Her voice echoed in the tight little hallway, and I smiled.
Here is an excerpt:
I walked directly to her, grabbed her throat with a large strong hand and kissed her long and deep as she gasped from the rough touch. Her eyes closed as we kissed, and she raised a hand to her throat and placed it on top of mine. Not to remove my tight grip, but to acknowledge and accept it. I stopped kissing her, took her hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking on her first two fingers, then nibbling them hard as she looked on, her breath deepening. I pushed her bare back against the cinderblock wall and kissed her mouth hard again, pinning her hand to the wall over her head. Then I stepped away, dropping her hand and pinching her nipple ferociously. She let out a loud gasp.
“Does that hurt, Adrian?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you deserve it, Adrian?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Why do you deserve it, Ms. Assistant Principal?”
She gasped quietly as I continued to twist and pinch her nipple. “Because I’m slutty.”
“Louder. I can’t hear you.”
She said loudly, “I deserve to hurt because I need to be punished. Because I am such a slut.” Her voice echoed in the tight little hallway, and I smiled.

I just finished writing a much, much longer bdsm story to be released this summer -- both sensuous and extreme.
thank you for finding me.
As ussual.............