My apologies for the lateness of this post, I have been slightly under the weather. . . the cold, wet, hideously grey weather. Brothers and Sisters on the East Coast of the US, boy howdy do I feel y'all's pain. . . mostly in my back, knees, and ankles, but it's pain, nonetheless.
Since my acquisition of a Kindle this past Christmas, I have been perusing and downloading several samples of fictional works that I have been led to believe are reflective of the D/s and BDSM lifestyle. But I must say--if this is the best of the best, then I've really got my work cut out for me. Oh my. . .
Here's what I've downloaded thus far, and been able to read just based on the samples:
High Heels in the Library S. J. Barellstalk
Dominatrix of FemDom Hell (Book 1 of a trilogy) S. J. Barellstalk
Domme by Default Tymber Dalton
The Reluctant Dom Tymber Dalton
The Melinoe Project D. L. King
I also managed to download a sample of a couple of anthologies, but haven't quite made it that far yet.
I humbly request that if any of my readers know of works of fiction they would like to suggest, please forward them. Also--I'm curious. . . don't get me wrong, Readers, sex is all fine nice and wonderful when it comes to this sort of lifestyle, but I am curious. . . romance. Anyone like to be romanced? Or is my inner girl showing too much? Please advise at your earliest convenience.
Personally, I find a man willing to submit to me, and to serve me and assist me in any way, shape or form, to be one of the most romantic gestures a man could ever make. Flowers, candy, jewelry, nifty-gifties. . . yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing sets the alarm bells off like material goods out of the blue, for no apparent reason. However. . . if a man greets me after a long day at work with a glass of white wine, a warm cup of tea with apples and cinnamon and honey, and who literally sweeps me off my feet into a nice warm blanket or bath, that's all I need to be truly happy. And to think, I haven't even gotten to the nudity yet!
Maybe I should write a book. . .