I'm so crazy excited! My debut novel Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance is now on sale on Amazon.
I never thought I'd ever see a book published and now I'm reading reviews on Blogs and from people who have read my book and I'm seriously floored at the outpouring of praise.
There have been many people over the past few years who have pushed me to finally try to publish my manuscript even when I didn't believe I could do it. All I can say is Thank you to those who did. I also want to say to those who are in the place I was before all of this happened, You can do it too!
There aren't words to describe how I'm feeling right now! Elation and Excitement barely touch the surface!
Take a few minutes to check out the reviews on Goodreads and help me enjoy the success!
Warning: NSFW Content
The downpour seemed like it would never cease as the warm spring air wafted through the city streets. We dash happily holding hands through the streets, splashing through puddles on the way. Stopping in a doorway as a heavy downpour slides through the streets, we catch a glimpse of each others eyes and slowly drift towards each other. The connection, the magnetism between us pulls us closer till our wet faces are connected in a deep loving embrace.
The splashes and drops of water do everything to distract us from each other but fail as our lips lock and our tongues dance together. Our bodies pressing together, the desire noticeably building between us as we move to the fluid embrace of our kiss.
Finally, the squall passes and a light spot in the downpour offers us a small window of reprieve. Only a few blocks from home we run through the streets, caring little for the wet rain in our way. Finally reaching the door way, I shield you as best as I can while you unlock the door.
Giggling at the timing and the fact that we are both soaking wet, we almost stumble over each other trying to get out of the rain. Our soaked clothes hang from our bodies, water dripping from our hair as our eyes catch each other in a powerful embrace.
I lean in and lightly lick the rain drops from your lips. Your hand rises up to my head and holds me close as your mouth opens and catches mine. Again, we press close to each other, our wet clothes mildly cold between our quickly warming bodies.
My hands caresses your sides, pulling the wet shirt away from your skin. The thick resistance of soaked fabric clinging to drenched skin gives the movement a profound sense of victory as it relents and pulls away. Your skin, moist and clammy quickly warms to my touch as I pull you closer to me, kissing you even more deeply.
My hand works its way to the front of your shirt, caressing the edges of your lacy bra, following the strong curve to the top. Pushing the wet shirt away, my hand follows the flowing roll inside the curve of your cleavage.
Your hand dives urgently, work the snaps of my slacks, eager to get me out of them or get into them, it’s hard for me to tell. I let out a throaty moan as I continue to kiss you, my hands enjoying the slickness of your body, slowly, gently enjoying each inch of its moist texture.
I break our embrace and pull away with a sly, grin; my eyes squinted like a cat focusing on a tasty prey. I take your hand and slowly guide you towards the back door, the patio door is covered in water as the downpour continues outside.
Opening the door, I playfully pull you out into the rain. You hesitate for a moment, but the grin on my face convinces you to follow me. The rain washes over us, its wetness cool on our skin compared to the body heat between us.
I guide you over to the rail and press you against it, facing out towards the view before us. The dark storm clouds have a greenish blue tint to them. The constant flow of rain ebbs and flows from heavy to light.
I pull the drenched fabric from your body and toss it onto the deck behind me. My mouth licking and kissing at your neck and shoulders as my hands play with the fullness of your breasts held captive by your soft bra. Sliding the straps off your shoulder with my mouth, I let the cups hang free with the weight of your breasts.
My cup you, caressing your erect nipples, feeling them stand up at my touch. One hand leaves your breast unattended, drifting along your clenching belly. The hem of your pants greets it as I work past it. Greeted by the silky-smooth apex of your thighs, my fingers seek out your velvety rose petals.
I’m assaulting your body from all side, as my hand kneads your pliant flesh, and my mouth licks the outline of your ear. My body pressed hard against yours with my hand pulling you back into me. You feel the tight beads of my nipples, own breasts cool with drenched fabric but protruding with need underneath; mash against your back as rain cascades between us.
Unable to take anymore, you turn on me. You push me back towards the waiting deck chair and start to urgently working my pants again. A hand slides the fabric down my thighs, as the other takes the fullness of me in your palm. I feel your cool wet hand against my feverish folds.
I’m gasping in response, my legs spread as you press into my mouth with a lustful kiss.
Streams of water continue to flow down our bodies as more and more skin is exposed. Continuing to stroke and tease me, your thumb finds my sensitive pearl.
You drop to your knees, guiding my pants from my legs and off of my feet, leaving me half naked. Kneeling on the deck with your pants halfway down your thighs, you push my thighs aside, your nose nudging my erect button.
I gasp as your tongue slides over me, scorching pleasure ripples through my body like electricity. Pushing against me, your mouth purses around my erect flesh, my lips swell in response.
Your tongue teases me as I spread for you. Your lips close around the edges and I moan in pleasure, water washing over my face. You continue to suck and lick hungrily until I reach down and unsnap your bra, letting if fall from your chest.
I guide you to stand before me, I pull your drenched jeans off of your legs until you are standing before me naked. You return the favor by pulling my drenched shirt from my chest, exposing pert naked breasts. Drops of water bead on my tight-rosy buds.
Urging you to me, helping you settle your legs on either side of my hips and I slowly guide your hips over me. Caressing your lips with my fingers, I brush your swollen flesh a few times, enjoying the gasps and start of excitement that jump through your body. You stare down at me with hooded eyes, anticipation and desire fill your gaze.
You settle onto my laps as I press up into you. Needy fingers find their place between my thighs. Our shared moans lost to the growl of thunder above. You lean in and kiss me, our lips dance until finally we open our mouths and allow our tongues to dance free.
Back and forth, in and out they circle each other as our bodies start to slowly move together, one finger then two, they push inside you caressing your sensitive walls.
Your hips start to thrust against me, mine against you. Our breasts brush each other, their slick suppleness adding to the growing heat between us.
Water cascades over us as we move in a symphony of emotion and sensation, our hands caressing wet skin, our tongues dancing a sweet tango with each other and our hips totally in sync building the desire inside of us.
You begin to grind harder and harder on against my hand, pushing me deeper and deeper inside you, your mouth breaking the embrace and kissing its way to my ears. Water flows down your face as you run your tongue over my wet ears, nibbling lightly on my lobe as your insides clench to pull my fingers deeper.
Losing focus, your body coming off faster, feeling the need and desire so strong between us, I slow my pace and slowly lift you off of me until your standing in front of me again. I take you by the hand and walk you back over to the railing, looking out over the wondrous view.
Hands on the railing, I slide up behind you. My hips against your butt, my hand trails over your hip. I pull you back against me as my fingers caress your lips.
You clench against the rail as you feel my fingers curl up and roughly push inside you, my hips holding you firm against my assault. You moan loudly from deep within your body as your hands push against the railing, pushing yourself into me, grinding against me, forcing me as deep as possible into you.
My fingers thrust hard and deep until I find what I’m looking for that small rough patch inside that holds all of your secrets. I cherishing the feeling of your insides as they clench desperately around me. Slowly I pick up the tempo, again and again I press between your lips with my fingers.
The slick sound of our bodies colliding becomes almost rhythmic with the moans from your throat, which begin to slowly turn into groans and almost screams of pleasure.
The torrent forgotten at this point, it’s warm shower merely another sensation for our bodies to add to the wonder of our animalistic desire for each other. You lean into the rail more, your head down as your cries of desire echo from the balcony.
Grinding harder and harder back into my hand, I have you on the edge now. My palm rubbing your erect pearl rhythmically with your moans feeling it like a bullet against my hand.
Without warning your cries go from erratic gasps to a long drawn out cry of pleasure. I feel your insides clench around me as I continue to thrust deep and fast into you. Your back arches against me. My hand cups your breast, the sensitive peaks kissing my palm.
Your body shakes through the orgasm, the power of desire shooting deep through you.
Our bodies continue to move and slide with each other as I lean in and hold you, my head resting on your wet back, hands holding your weak body up under my weight.
Have you ever asked a lover to blindfold you and then told them to have their way with you? Would you ever do that if you haven't? For those who have never tried that, there is something liberating and erotic about the sensation.
As humans we spend an abundance of our life focusing on what we see, sometimes leaving the other senses become less important. But what happens when you remove that level of stimulation? Being blindfolded not only removes a certain level of sensory stimulation from your mind but it creates a new form of erotic interaction that most people rarely partake in. Being blindfolded forces your mind to create images in place of the lost stimulation. Human's think in pictures. We relate everything we do to imagery, both physical and imaginary. So when you remove sight from the equation, your sense of smell, hearing, taste, feel all have to fill the gap.
Most people think that sex is powered by the genitals, but I strongly believe that sexual desire is powered by the mind. I have a saying that I've used a lot in my life. You stimulate my mind and my body is yours. I think one of the reasons I enjoy reading and writing Romance and Erotica is that it stimulates my mind in ways I have rarely felt in my body.
So what is it about blindfolded sex where a partner is free to do as they please that is so erotic? Could it be the sensation of the unknown. You must rely on touch and sound and smell to tell what is going to happen. This opens up anticipation. Not knowing what is to come next sends all sorts of images to the mind of what could be happening. You hear movement somewhere, or feel a brush here or smell the scent of skin there, but in reality you have no idea.
In my book Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance, I use the power of the blindfold in submissive situations a lot because I understand the power it brings. Long periods of inactivity lull the mind into either a sense of security or as heightened sense of uncertainty and your senses go into overdrive. Every little sound, movement, scent is amplified. Then once the actual sexual activity happens, it's so much more intense because your body is already hyper-sensitive to everything.
You can find out more about how powerful the sensation of blindfolded sex can be in my new book. You can also find more of my blogs and short stories on my website www.jscottauthor.com
In my writing, especially my new book "Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance" I explore the world of BDSM from a point of view of the power play and the Dominant/submissive point of view. I've always been fascinated with the way power play in D/s relationships work. In writing "Dominant Business" I wanted to look at a few key areas of how those relationships work. The foremost being how does the power dynamic change with the character. I also spent a lot of time exploring the need to understand the difference between intense feelings of power and more intense feelings of attraction and love. Finally I wanted to look at how individuals in a D/s relationship might walk the fine line between love and either Domination or Submission.
In "Dominant Business" one of the main protagonists, Ruby, starts out very shy and timid but deep inside there is a hard drive to be successful. Though the world of being submissive is thrown at her very abruptly, I hoped to show how given the right circumstances, those natural tendencies could be nurtured.
I know a few people who have experienced similar relationships and I felt there was exploration that some people might never reach that could be shared in a story such as this.
Submission isn't about being dominated as much as it is about giving yourself over to another person out of trust and an expectation of safety. Most people who see Domination through porn or movies see the hard, cold side of the relationship. Using two characters who were on either side of the wall, I felt it gave them a chance to explore the feelings deep down while depicting the harder side of their interactions for the reader. The hard thing with submission is being able to tell the difference between love and devotion, between security and safety. In reality people can get lost in the emotion of submission and fail to see the difference in their feelings. I hoped that writing out the roller coaster of emotion for the reader would help them to understand being a submissive is as much about dedicating oneself to another person as accepting the intensity of your feelings.
"Dominant Business" as a Romance requires coming to accept and understand the line between submission and devotion. Submission is a conscious choice where love or devotion is something the heart only can control. In the book the question is raised about being a lover and a Domme to the same person and how that love will challenge the relationship over time. For the reader I say sometimes walking the line makes the relationship more powerful.
For those of you who have experience in this, I would encourage comments and even more so, I encourage you to check out "Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance" and let me know if my take on the D/s relationship and the powerful draw it creates captured the reality.
Have you ever had one of those weeks where no matter what you do you're just not going to get anything done and your attention span is about five feet long and swinging all over the place? I'l warn you now, this could be a rambling post...I'm distracted. Duh!
As a writer this is a hard thing to overcome. Some people blame it on writers block (which is a myth by the way). I personally blame it on Social Media myself. As a new author, I need to be able to maintain a social media presence, "build my platform" as they say. I've never been a huge fan of social media but I realize that in order to get the word out about my books I need to go where the people are.
This blog wasn't meant to be about Social Media, so I'll leave that whole thing right there. One of the other problems the I as an author and a writer run into with things distracting me from writing is better understanding where I want to take my stories. I've never been a plotter, pantser since the day I started. The flow of consciousness from my mind through my fingers to the paper is what has driven me to this point. So why stop right?
I would say that being able to plot something about my stories is what saves me from distraction but sometimes it actually adds to frustration. As a pantser, letting the flow run served me well but I would linger on one thing or miss major points there. Trying to plot simply felt like I was shackling myself. I'm currently stuck on a chapter because I decided to follow a beat sheet that helped me stay on track. Now I'm at the point of the story where things get strange and despite where I thought I wanted to go with the story, the beat is pushing me a different direction to "keep the tempo going".
(Did I mention this would be a rambling post?)
The question most authors need to ask themselves when they hit points like this is to ask why are you distracted? In my terms it's because my beats, my plotting tell me that the story should go a little differently than what my mind says. I think it's causing anxiety. What's your excuse?
Ok, cleared my head...back to writing. Cheers.
We return to the hotel after a long day of traveling and site seeing, as we return to the room you tell me that you’re really tired and need to take a nap. Feeling excited and energized by our day but not wanting to leave your side I offer to stay and nap with you. You knowing me so well, you thank me for the offer but suggest I go down to the beautiful pool and enjoy a few hours more of the day, telling me that you will join me after a quick nap. I reluctantly agree, putting on my swim trunks and grabbing something to read I give you a long loving kiss and saunter out the door as you lie down on the bed and quickly fall asleep.
Read more here - The Stranger
My hands light run across your warm tingly skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as I admire the soft body in front of me. Your moans of mixed confusion and desire reach out to me in lightly muffled whimpers through the gag I have in your mouth. Your head shifts to one side or another in an attempt to catch a glimpse of me through the blindfold blocking all light from your eyes. I lean down and lightly lick the crease between your upper thigh and your pelvis until my tongue reaches the edges of your pussy. The pungent aroma of your body’s desire fills my nostrils; I lightly lick the edge of your lips, pausing for a moment on your clit. Your legs attempt to shift, to spread or close in response to your heightened sensory state, but the restraints which bind you to the bed keep you from moving in any way other than the position I have you bound in. Your arms bound above your head leave your sides and armpits open to my every whim. The soft roll of each of your breasts lay to either side, sitting comfortably on your chest; your nipples responding to the confusion of the moment stand erect in anticipation.
Read more here - All Mine
Experiences on Writing Dominant Business
A few people on twitter have asked me how I came to the premise and the details of my book "Dominant Business". The story is a bisexual submissive romance between a two women. Bianca and Ruby. Bianca Ristretto, is a hard nosed Business woman, whose business is sending successful partners to teach "real" business classes. She is dominant by nature and has a sexy secret that plays out as a major plot in the story.
Ruby Phillips,is the student who has no interest in business but needs it to graduate. Being a medical student, she doesn't understand the need for intro to business classes, but it's what they want. Needless to say, she's not very good to start off and it causes some problems.
The big part of the story is the Dom/sub relationship that builds between the two women. The power play and the evolution of the mindset and between Ruby and Bianca are a constant current in the story. I've always been a firm believer in the psychological development of a character in stressful situations. So when I wrote this, I wanted to explore how a young mind came to grow and accept certain levels of domination.
For those who might wonder, yes I've experienced a certain level of the Submissive mindset in the time prior to writing this story, so while my experience may not span the depth of the story, I do feel there is a truth to the nature of what I am exploring.
I feel the beautiful thing about this story is that despite the domination and submission aspects, both characters grow out of the person they were when the story started. While there are some pretty intense things asked of Ruby, seeing the growth, I feel gives this story the emotional connection that most romance or erotica stories lack.
I can't wait to hear the fan reviews of my book "Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance" released 30 April 2020.